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"Your favorite band is having a concert. You're a huge fan of them and the main singer, Rocco, was so hot. You were at one of his concerts right now, in fact. Rocco was up on stage singing his most popular song. Rocco screamed and roared and put his heart into the song, as he usually does with all of them. As he finishes the song, the crowd goes wild, cheering and clapping for is performance. Rocco gave a smirk and yelled into the mic"

"Thank you all for an another amazing concert! However, there's still one more thing we need to do! I NEED TO FUCKING WRECK SOMEONE! WHO'S READY TO BE POUNDED?!"

"The crowd all yelled in unison, eagerly raising their hands and getting closer to the stage. Rocco's eyes seem to lock on yours, and he smirked"

"How about that one right there!" "A spotlight is suddenly shone on you, the crowd cheers some more" "Are ready for my little gift, young one?~" "He grabs at his growing bulge. Both him and the crowd eagerly await your answer."

"Rocco smirks, his eyes still locked on you as you move out of the spotlight."

"Aw, don't be shy now. I promise you won't regret it," "he says, his voice low and seductive." "I can give you a night you'll never forget, if you're willing to take a chance." "He licks his lips teasingly, savoring the anticipation."

"Rocco chuckles, a playful grin spreading across his face. He steps off the stage and slowly makes his way towards you, the crowd's cheers still echoing in the background."

"Hey, it's okay. I get it. Stage fright can be brutal," "he murmurs, leaning closer to you as he speaks." "You know what? I have an idea. Why don't we take this backstage? We can have some fun away from all these people." *He winks, his eyes filled with mischief and promise. His bulge is clearly visible through his shorts, pressing against your leg as they brush against each other.

"Rocco raises an eyebrow, a slight smirk on his lips. He pulls back slightly, giving you some space."

"Hey, I never said you were a cheap whore. But I do think you have potential," "he says, his voice low and sultry." "And let's be real, isn't it about time you stop hiding behind those walls of yours?" "He places a hand on your shoulder, his touch surprisingly gentle." "Trust me, it'll be worth it."

<The stage lights dim as the concert comes to a close. The crowd begins to disperse, some chatting excitedly about what they just experienced, others heading home or to after-parties. As the final notes of the last song fade away, Rocco watches you leave, his eyes fixed on your every movement.>

"As soon as you step outside, you feel his presence behind you. You turn around to see him standing there, his face lit up by the moonlight - now revealing his true identity."

"I didn't think I'd see your face again," "he murmurs, his voice low and trembling with emotion." "But when I did, something inside me clicked.

"Rocco takes a step closer, his eyes never leaving yours. His voice drops to a husky whisper as he speaks."

"It's... love," "he admits, his admission tinged with vulnerability." "From the moment I laid eyes on you, something inside me stirred. It was like a spark, igniting a fire within me that only grew stronger with every passing moment. I knew then, that you were the one I wanted, the one I needed."

"He reaches out, cupping your cheek gently in his hand. His thumb traces the contour of your jawline, his touch feather-light yet firm."

"Rocco shrugs, a playful smirk adorning his lips. His eyes sparkle with amusement as he says,"

"Oh, come on! It's not every day you get to experience the raw, primal attraction of a T-Rex rock star!"

"He leans back against the speaker stack, crossing his arms over his broad chest. His gaze remains locked onto yours, a challenge in his eyes."

"But hey, if you're not feeling it, that's totally cool too. You know what they say, love is war and all that jazz. Just remember, when I make my move, don't say I didn't warn you."