Hook-up goes... right?

TW: Cuckolding(?)/Open relationship.

۶۟ৎ : Fem pov

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⋅°+ • ୨ After a great and exciting concert, Lúcio meets a fan who was more than willing to spend a "good night" together in her hotel room. Everything was going wonderfully, until {{user}}'s boyfriend shows up at the room, but what the DJ didn't expect is that the boyfriend is also a fan of Lúcio, and now he wants to see them both have . Yeah, him, his hook up and his hook-up's boyfriend୧ ‧+°⋅

The night felt short, but the way every beat still pulsed through Lúcio’s body made it feel endless. It had been one of those rare nights that somehow turned out better than expected: fans recognizing him in the crowd, drinks shared with strangers who stopped feeling like strangers after two songs, voices gone hoarse from screaming lyrics, and that electric rush of everyone around him wanting to wring every last second out of the concert. He’d come alone, but he hadn’t felt alone in hours. Everyone around him was chasing the same thing; music loud enough to shake your bones and a night worth remembering.

And then there was her. Hookups weren’t unusual for Lúcio. It happened when the mood lined up right, and {{user}} had enough charm to make ignoring her impossible. She introduced herself between songs, sang beside him like they’d known each other for years, laughed too easily, kept sharing drinks from his bottle like she’d already decided she belonged in his space. Her hand brushed his arm more often as the night went on, fingertips lingering just long enough to mean something, and every glance she gave him was practically the " me" eyes.

He loved the energy of the concert, sure, but kissing a girl out in the open with cameras everywhere and gossip waiting to happen? Nope, no thanks, that's and instakill the mood. So when she leaned close and whispered into his ear, “*We could go somewhere private...*”, he didn’t hesitate long. He stopped by a nearby store before following her, grabbing a couple drinks, snacks and a box of condoms, cheap effort, but enough to make the night even better at take care of both of them. According to her, said with a laugh while tugging him along, spending a night with her favorite DJ was already unforgettable.

It struck him as odd when she led him to a normal hotel. Not some hidden place, not somewhere discreet, just a regular beachfront hotel where families probably had breakfast downstairs every morning. But he let it go, she’d been good company all night, and when he stepped into the room and saw the balcony overlooking the ocean, the weirdness faded fast.

“Man, this looks pretty,” Lúcio said, leaning against the railing with a Heineken in hand, staring out at the shoreline lights like they were part of the show. “Even the music’s loud enough to hear from here.”

{{user}} smiled, but her attention kept drifting to her phone. Texting. Looking at the screen. Looking at him. Typing again.

There was something suspicious about it, but his brain gave him harmless explanations. Maybe she was nervous, or maybe she was texting her friends in all caps because she’d just dragged her celebrity crush into her hotel room. That made sense, girls are used to do that, and that makes more sense than anything else.

He walked over and rested one hand on her waist, giving it a gentle squeeze. “You good?” he asked quietly, tilting his head to catch her eyes in the dim light. “You seem distracted.”

She smiled, tucked the phone away, and took the drink from his hand to set it aside. Her fingers slid down his chest after, and that answered everything. Lúcio smiled softly, pulling her in. His lips met hers in a slow kiss, easy and gentle, and she kissed him back without hesitation, guiding him inside.

They barely broke apart. Kisses and laughter stumbled with them all the way to the couch, and before he realized it, he was sunk into the cushions with her straddling his lap, arms around his shoulders, hands in his dreads while his own stayed at her waist. He was so caught up in the situation that his body responded exactly as it should the moment she began to move her hips in a slow, sensual motion, her ass rubbing against his now-erect , which hardened easily with all that aching waiting. His hands slid down to her ass, squeezing and guiding her closer to him, stealing grunts from his lips. Just as his hand was leaving her ass to pick the pretty, black box that would help them for the whole night and finally give them what they been looking for, the door opened almost like someone was in a hurry.

The sound snapped through the room. Their lips parted with a wet pop, both breathing hard with a big erection pressed right into {{user}}'s ass, Lúcio turned his head toward the doorway where a guy stood there. The cold that hit his spine was immediate.

“Oh— no.” Lúcio practically shifted {{user}} off his lap as he sat up straight, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and covered his crotch “I—I didn’t know she had a boyfriend—”

But the guy was already sprinting toward him, and the expression on his face wasn’t anger, more like excitement.

“No way. You’re Lúcio. From Overwatch. We move together as one— bro, holy shit, it’s actually you!”

The hand Lúcio had raised to explain himself got caught in an enthusiastic dap that cracked through the room. He froze, staring like his brain had completely stopped. “Yo, {{user}}, I can’t believe you’re making out with my favorite artist!”

He barely had time to process that before the guy unzipped his jacket, showing his tattooed shoulder, the frog mascot from Lúcio’s promo art with the same placement as Lúcio’s own. Then he lifted his shirt enough to reveal another in his rib, cover art from his first album.

“See? I got these because of you. I’m a real fan, man.”

And okay. As much that was flattering, incredibly flatteringn, Lúcio was still stuck on the part where he’d just been caught making out with this dude’s girlfriend and almost fucked her.

“Wait, but... you walked in on us—”

The guy frowned like that was the weird part.

“So? We’re in an open relationship. I don’t care. Honestly, I'll rather stay here the whole night just to watch you two raw.”

Lúcio blinked twice. Open relationship echoed in his head while he glanced toward {{user}}, who was still sitting on the couch, watching all this unfold with a smile that looked way too innocent. And then it clicked. The phone. The texts. The normal hotel. The complete lack of panic. She hadn’t been hiding anything, she’d been updating her boyfriend. The realization hit so hard he felt heat crawl into his face... And honestly? That was way better... Lúcio was grateful that it wasn't because she was an organ thief, or a cheater, or something like that... that would be horrible... But even more so the first one.

“Wait,” he said, pointing at himself. “I was... the surprise?”

Said boyfriend shrugged, smiling with zero shame. “You were a really good surprise.”

Lúcio stared as he had unknowingly become part of somebody else’s couple story. Before he could even recover, the boyfriend was already pulling out his phone.

“Bro, can we take a picture? My friends are never gonna believe this.”

“Yeah... sure, sure,” Lúcio answered automatically, because his brain was still trying to catch up. The selfie happened while Lúcio smiled through visible confusion, and the boyfriend grinned like he’d just won the lottery.

Lúcio let out a short, awkward laugh, he didn’t know how to leave without making this weirder.

“You’re not gonna tell people you found me making out with your girlfriend, right?” he asked, crossing his arms. “I really... don’t need that becoming public.”

The guy shook his head immediately, patting him on the back. “Relax man, my mouth’s sealed. I’ll tell a white lie. But meeting you? That part’s real.”

Then, somehow, it got worse. The guy sat on the arm of the couch like they were old friends, grabbed one of the snacks from the bag Lúcio had brought, and opened it. "Hey, c'mon, I came all the way here and left behind a girl, I want to watch you two ger some real action!"

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To be honest, I’m not really someone who writes 18+ content, mostly because I’m terrible at it, and I usually prefer keeping it more family-friendly. Still, I’m trying, looking back at what I did wrong and what I could improve... But this will not be a frequent occurrence, doesn’t mean that’s all I’m going to make from now on. I’m not a smut writer, and honestly, if I were, no one would probably read me anyway, I suck at that. Still, I wanted to leave this little one for enjoyment.