JUNO (sabrina carpenter x you)

chapter 8

Y/N's POV

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*ur kiss mark tho 👀^^* 

"HOW YOU PICK ME UP, PULL EM' DOWN, TURN ME 'ROUND OHHH IT JUST MAKES SENSE!!" Laurie was standing next to me, practically belting out the lyrics of Bed Chem at the top of her lungs, her voice full of enthusiasm. The way she was getting so into it had me laughing, and I couldn't help but admire her energy.

Honestly, I was having the time of my life.

The concert was still in its early stages, and yet I felt like I was in the middle of something unforgettable. From the impressive stage setup to Sabrina's powerhouse vocals, every detail was flawless, and I was completely captivated by it all. It had been so long since I'd had the chance to attend a concert—life had just gotten too busy—but tonight, it felt like I was rediscovering a part of myself I had forgotten. Being here, immersed in the music, felt like a perfect escape. It was as if I could press pause on everything else and just revel in the sheer joy of being young, free, and alive.

But what made me feel extra giddy, in a way that was almost too surreal, was that just a little while ago, the woman on stage had literally looked at me and told me she wanted to be my girlfriend. I still couldn't quite wrap my head around it, and the thought made my heart race all over again.

And my kiss was still on her inner thigh. 

It's a bit smudged now, and I can't help but wonder if any of her fans can actually tell that it's a real kiss mark, or if they'll just think it's one of the many others.

I shook myself out of my thoughts, letting the pulse of the music pull me back into the present. I started swaying to the rhythm, singing along with the song as it filled the arena, my phone in hand to snap a few pictures of the blonde on stage whenever the mood struck. 

Amid the sea of fans, Laurie's voice suddenly cut through, her words a surprising whisper in my ear.

"She keeps looking for you," she said, nodding toward the stage where Sabrina was performing just a feet away on a slightly raised, heart shaped bed.

I glanced at Laurie, my voice rising enough to be heard over the music but still just for her. "You think so?"

Laurie rolled her eyes and gave a half-exasperated, half-amused grunt. "Dude, it's obvious. She's been off all night. You can tell she's searching for someone. It's so clear to everyone around here. Seriously, jump around more! Make some noise! Wave your arms!"

I raised an eyebrow, shaking my head with a grin. "I'm not waving my arms," I said, laughing. "But I can definitely dance."

"Not too much," She retorted playfully. "We know damn well you can't dance for shit."

"I'll smack you right now." I grumbled, laughing to myself, before redirecting my attention to Sabrina on stage. As the song neared its end, one of her male dancers moved around her on the bed, holding a camera in hand. I caught a glimpse of her singing into the mic, her voice still powerful, just before the curtains surrounding the bed began to close. In that brief moment, all that remained visible were the silhouettes of Sabrina and the dancer, their forms outlined against the dimming stage lights. The crowd roared as one by one, the pair seemingly stripped off one article of clothing, him of his shirt and off with Sabrina's lace lingerie cover-up.

My eyes widened then, my face heating into a blush as the man spread her legs before me, Sabrina falling back onto the bed as his head dove in between her legs, the lights dimming out to show a prominent kiss mark displayed on the curtains. The crowd roared with enthusiasm at the raunchy sight, and I felt Laurie nudge my shoulder. I turned to her, her smirk ever so wide now as she leaned in to whisper to me.