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Under My Spell

Kiss of Life Belle x Male Reader

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Content Warning: smut, hypnosis, use of handcuffs, praise, a little bit of degrading

Minors DNI

A/N: I got the request to do this almost a month ago but back then I was really busy and I had other requests to get to first. Now that my writers block is partially gone, I'm ready to write and work on everything else I've been requested. This was supposed to come out two days ago but I ended up getting sick and I couldn't finish it lmao.

This is my first time writing something like this, I know I probably got some aspects of it wrong so just vibe yeah? Hope you guys enjoy this one!!

The request: "would you be open to writing a smut about hypnosis? like where the reader and idol decide to try out hypnosis?"

Maybe hypnosis is real

You're laying in bed when she brings it up.

She just came back from the nail salon, her purse slides off of her arm and onto the dresser when she asks you "Babe, what's the kinkiest thing you've ever done?" She peels herself out of her denim jacket, the one you bought her recently that she called 'ugly.' You fail to mention it though because you begin to question the context of her inquiry.

"Probably like... bondage stuff" You look up from your phone, "Where's this coming from?"

Belle only begins to strip herself of the remainder of her clothing before muttering "I'll get to that." You watch as she throws the worn garments to the side before digging through the dresser for something more comfortable "Wouldn't you find it hot to have complete and utter control over someone, tell them to do something and they're on it with no hesitation or thought behind it" She steps into a pair of shorts "No matter what you ask, they do it mindlessly"

You tilt your head, trying to follow wherever she's going with this. There's a smile on her face but it's not just any smile, it tells you that she's testing the waters, trying to gauge whether or not you were into whatever the hell she was getting at now. "I mean... I guess? I'm not sure"

"You guess?" She gives you a look before pulling an old, loose black t-shirt over her head. She then crawls into bed and you're not surprised when you find her straddling your waist with her hands snaking underneath your shirt. "So... you wouldn't mind putting me under your spell so you could get me to do whatever sick shit you want me to?"

"That sounds like some weird MK-Ultra mind control shit" You chuckle, then wince after she pinches your abs with her sharp nails.

Belle hums "Yeah that's exactly what I mean..." You watch as she backs up a bit, then she begins to think, "well actually I was talking about hypnosis but you get the idea... kinda sorta"

"You want me to hypnotize you?" She nods and now you're confused "You can't actually believe that works babe..."

"It works" She insists, then slaps your chest when she sees the unconvinced and almost judging look on your face.

That's when you realize she's dead serious about it "What makes you want to try hypnosis all of a sudden?"

"Well" She begins tugging at the hem of your shirt "A friend of mine told me about how she and her boyfriend tried it and it sort of inspired me"

You stay silent for a bit, reminding yourself not to say anything slick so she doesn't get upset with you. "So how does it work? Do I get a pocket watch and swing it in front of your face or something?" You end up snickering a bit, still finding this conversation to be more humorous than serious.

Belle gives you a look, trying to hold in her own laugh "No, you idiot! I'll send you some videos later and.." She smiles mischievously before sliding off of you then she goes over to the dresser and digs her hand into her purse. You quirk your eyebrow and sit up to better see what she's doing. The moment she pulls a pair of hand-cuffs out, your eyes widen.

"We're gonna need these too"

So after watching countless videos, you finally think you've mastered the art of hypnosis.

Maybe not "mastered" but you got the gist of it. You've got no clue why you agreed to this in the first place because there was still something in the back of your mind telling you that this would never work and if it somehow did, she'd only be pretending. It's probably the boring pessimist in you that makes you think that way but this seemed interesting. So you keep your questioning thoughts to yourself as you reach into your drawer for the handcuffs.

Belle smiles at you in your dark bedroom, the warm light from the lamp on your nightstand is on the dimmest setting. It makes her naked body look so perfect, highlighting each and every one of her beautiful curves. You walk over to her, putting the cuffs on the bed before you take your hands in hers. "Ready?" She hums and nods her head.

"Now, I want you close your eyes to take a deep breath" She does as you say and you can hear the sharp sound of her nostrils taking in the cool conditioned air, her chest rises with it. "Now slowly exhale" and her chest falls gently "Now breathe as you listen to my voice, focus on it and allow everything else to fade away"

You keep your tone gentle and soft to put her at ease "The faint hum of the air conditioner, the rain outside, the cars passing by, block it all out" You notice that she's still taking those deep breaths, then exhaling them with soft grace. "Just focus on me, allow that tension and stress to melt away. No work, no schedules, just you and I"

"Now listen to my words" You pause for a moment "You'll do as I say, be subservient to me" You begin pulling her into a mindset crafted and molded by you "You want me to handcuff you" At this point, Belle holds a straight face, she doesn't even flinch or cringe at your words. Not even a smirk or a giggle, like you've actually got her in some sort of trance. "You feel the urge to do anything to get me off" and "You will not want us to stop until I say we do"

"Keep your breathing steady and at the snap of my fingers you will awaken with all of these desires"

You raise your hand and put your thumb against your middle finger, then *snap* and her eyes immediately open. There's something about her gaze that you immediately observe, it's kind of dark and empty and she's got a completely blank expression on her face. "What do you want?" You question her softly.

Belle looks over to the handcuffs and picks them up, then she holds them in front of you "Please" She says it with her voice just above a whisper "Please cuff me"

You swallow, not at all recognizing the tone in her voice. It has a chill running down your spine because it sounds almost desperate, like she's really begging for it. You begin to think that maybe this hypnosis shit is actually real and it scares you a bit. But you still take the handcuffs out of her hands as she puts her hands out for you.

It takes you a moment cause you're not used to this but you manage to get them on her. "Knees, princess" You order and just like that, she's dropping to her knees in front of you "Good girl" You mutter under your breath as you look down at her with nothing but lust in your eyes.

It's weird, this was actually turning you on more than you thought it would. Having so much control over her without a fight for dominance or her usual bratty attitude.

No doubt it already has your blood rushing.

So you don't waste any time to pull off your shirt then you unbuckle your belt and you take your jeans off. You take your hard cock into your hand and you pump it slowly "Open" Her lips part and her tongue pokes out "Suck" Is the next thing you say as you guide the head into her mouth.

Almost immediately, she begins bobbing her head mindlessly. Her warm mouth is so wet and welcoming and the feel of her fleshy, slippery inner cheeks and her smooth velvety tongue has your nerves so sensitive. You groan deeply as you allow your hands to run through her scalp then your hips start thrusting forwards because she's beginning to swirl her tongue and it feels incredible. She doesn't even need her hands, so much control, so disciplined and obedient for you. Belle takes your cock like a pro, sucking and slurping it tightly to provide the utmost pleasure and its fucking perfect.

She makes enthusiastic noises as she sucks your cock, like she's been starving for it, like your pre-cum is the best thing she's ever tasted.

You stop for a moment and hold her head still, then you push all the way in so her nose is pressed up against your base. Almost like you're a sadist, you hold her there, watching the way her eyes well up with tears. "So beautiful" You compliment, admiring the look of her glossy eyes. Her throat squeezes you as she gags "Ah fuck" You moan, pushing your hips just a bit deeper and Belle swallows, nearly making you dizzy. So you loosen your grip on her head and she continues to bob her head wildly.

It's like she has no gag reflex with how fast she's going and how deep she's taking you. Each drag of her mouth has you stuck just staring into her eyes, those dutiful brown orbs that tell you she's not going to stop until your cum is shooting down her throat. At this rate, it may not be too far away. "Oh—fucking god" You bite your lip, muscles clenching as she continues to suck you off.

All she can really do is hum and moan with her mouth stuffed full with your cock, the sticky noises only adding to your arousal. You can feel it coming already. She's ruthless with it, flicking her tongue in ways she never has before. "I'm going to fucking—" You can't even finish your sentence because she has your needy cock throbbing in her perfect mouth.

It's muffled, but you can hear it when she moans and starts bobbing her head quicker, like she wants nothing more than to get you off. You don't even realize it when you grip her hair tighter because you're too focused on being at the edge. Usually, when Belle would do this, she'd stop at the last second just to tease because like the brat she is, she enjoyed seeing you squirm. However, it didn't seem like she'd be doing that now. By the look in her eye, you can tell she's going to fucking milk you for all you've got.

Now you're starting to really get the idea of this whole hypnosis thing, even if she's just faking it. You place your hands on her head because even though you know she won't go anywhere, it feels right. You take a deep breath and then "I'm cumming" you announce with a low and long groan escaping your lips. Your eyes shut so tight you can see spots behind your eyelids and in a flash Belle's taking it all down her perfect throat.

It's almost like she can't get enough of you, the way she keeps on sucking she pulls out any bit of semen you have left. She swallows it all and you pull your hips back weakly when she tries to get you back in her mouth "Okay, thats enough" You chuckle tiredly and then she sits back on her heels.

Now the deadpan expression on her face is gone and it's replaced with an eager smile. There's still something off about it but you can't exactly pinpoint what "Did I do good?" She asks, waiting for your response with some drool at the corner of her mouth.

"Yeah, baby" You sigh "On the bed, on your back, now" Another order comes out of your mouth, and you sound more natural about it.

Belle licks her lips then stands up, it takes a little more effort for her to climb onto the bed because of the handcuffs but she does it eventually. "What do you want, princess?" You ask the question again, because you're intrigued about what she'll answer.

"Use my body, please sir I want it so fucking bad—I need it. Need you to use me until you're finished I won't be satisfied until you're done with me" There's this genuine yearning in her tone, something that you almost don't recognize at all.

You go with it though "Lift your arms until they're above your head" A smirk grows on your face as you get a perfect view of her tits. You climb onto the bed and you get on top of her, positioned so that you're almost sitting on her stomach "You gonna let me use these perfect tits?" You ask as if she has any choice in the matter.

Still, she nods her head frantically "Anything" She whines as you grab a hold of her breasts in your big hands. You cup and squeeze them, like always, they're better than fucking pillows, so soft and squishy. You place your cock in between them and press them together on it, you groan immediately when your feel the perfect warmth.

"Fuck yeah" You groan as you begin to move your hips back and forth. She only looks up at you with that lustful look in her eyes. You gather some saliva in your mouth, then you lean over and spit it out. It lands on her boob, then it trickles downwards and you spread it around as you keep fucking her tits.

It was always something you wanted to try out, but you hadn't gotten the chance to ask yet. You were kind of afraid she'd laugh at the idea and you didn't exactly know how she'd take it. Belle would probably be down for literally anything you wanted to try out and it was the same for you—which is why you agreed to do this hypnosis thing in the first place—but you could still do without the teasing that'd come with it.

Your cock slides between her breasts without any resistance whatsoever, it's all smooth and slick and it feels so fucking good. With her hands over her head she just lets it happen because she's fucking loving it. The almost harsh grip you have on her tits has her squirming because she wants to be touched and used in other places, obviously.

You keep the pace though, wanting to stay in this moment for just a little bit more before you move on. "How does it feel baby?" She gives you those expecting eyes, like she yearns for your approval.

So you don't hold back your praises "Incredible, your tits are fucking amazing Belle... I could do this forever" You sigh, listening to the slick sound each of your movements make.

"Why don't you do it forever then? I wouldn't mind" She teases but her tone tells you that she's not really joking.

Maybe hypnosis is real

A small chuckle escapes your lips as you stop your movements "If I did that, I wouldn't be able to get to the best part"

"Which is?" She figures she can let her hands rest on her belly.

You reposition yourself so that you're in between Belle's legs at this point "Right here, princess" She hums when you place your palm on her soaked cunt. It's all slippery and slick with her arousal, she's been absolutely aching to have you inside of her. Your cock throbs at the mere thought of it.

"Please sir"

The way her voice sounds in your hears has you smirking, so fucking desperate. Normally, Belle had far too much pride to beg like this but now that she's under your control things are different.

You might actually prefer it this way

"Please what darling? You want my cock or what?" You mock, wrapping your fingers around your cock so you can nudge it against her entrance. You don't put it in though, you merely slide it up and down her slit slowly, lathering your swollen cock head up with her wetness.

A choked moan forces its way through her throat "Yes! I fucking need your cock—fuck—just inside please just...use me, fucking own me"

"Jesus, you're a fucking slut" You bite your lip, slapping your tip against her needy cunt just to get her that much more riled up before you begin.

"Your slut" Belle corrects, bucking her hips up like she really needs you.

So you stop messing around and you slide your thick cock into her hot entrance. Her walls pull you in immediately, hugging your cock so tightly that you have to stifle a moan "Fucking hell" you whisper instead. Belle exhales softly as you make eye contact with her then you slide yourself in all the way until you reach the hilt.

The look on her face is pure content as you begin to move inside of her. She watches you, not missing the subtle ways your facial features contort from the pleasure. "Fuck me" She begins to pull at the cuffs, fingers trying to grasp at anything while you pick up the pace.

If she wants to get fucked, I'll fuck her—is what you think to yourself as you lean over.

You're moving faster now, hearing a jumbled up mess of words that escape her lips as you do. She's saying your name like its a prayer, begging for it deeper, faster, harder all at once because she wants you to give her everything. "Fucking—please!! more..more..more" It sounds like she just might die if you don't. So that's exactly what you do, you give her probably more than she can handle.

The quiet bedroom now has the sound of your skin slapping against each other echoing throughout it, then there's that filthy sound coming from between your legs—her arousal is audible especially when you bottom out. It's almost like a splashing sound over and over again occurring fast with your punishing thrusts.

"You feel so fucking good, so fucking tight and wet for me" You spit, watching in real time as you dumb her down with your cock. She's blabbering about something, something about how your cock is too good, how she can't get enough of it. That's about all you're able to make out because she's cutting of her own sentences with loud moans then seemingly forgetting whatever she was going to say next.

You smirk a little because you've whittled her down to this complete and utter embarrassing mess. She wants to touch you—to feel your body and you can tell by the frantic way her hands are moving. You almost snicker at how pathetic she looks right now. "What's wrong? Gonna cum already?" Is the question you ask upon noticing that familiar breathing pattern "Go ahead, do it" you grit through your teeth.

She's gasping for air deliberately, like she has to remind herself to breathe. Still she's able to chant "yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-yes" right before the poor girl stops breathing all together. You keep it hard and deep as she goes silent, your grunts being the only other noise that can be heard over the filthy noises of your sex.

Her body stiffens, only moving from the impact of each of your thrusts. Then finally she exhales, legs shaking as she cums all over your cock like she's been longing to. Her cunt clenches around you so tight that it has you not too far behind her. You let your body fall onto hers so she can feel you close as you ride her body through her orgasm, your hips rolling forwards all slow and calculated. "Good fucking girl"

When she's finished you pull your hips back to slip your cock out of her. She whines, not liking the feeling of being empty but she doesn't say anything about it. "Where should I finish?" You question her, lifting your body off of hers. You get off of the bed and reach for the nightstand where the keys to the handcuffs are.

You grab them, then you un-cuff her "I'll be happy with whatever you choose, sir" she whimpers, breathing heavily as you move to flip her over.

It's a bit difficult to get a good grip on her sleek skin, but you're able to do it so she's flat on her stomach "Hands and knees." Belle immediately finds the strength to do so, pulling her body up so that she's in the position you've asked her to be in. You get behind her and your hands find her waist "I think I wanna cum in this tight pussy" You mutter, guiding your sensitive tip to her stretched cunt.

It's begging to be filled again, to be pumped full of your seed.

"Then breed me babe" She breathes, pushing her ass back in an attempt to get you inside when she notices that you're teasing. You only smirk, then you part her lips with your tip, gathering up all the clear slick between her legs. "Come on" Belle moves her hips side to side.

First you run your palm over her soft, round ass and then you slap it harshly. She lets out a pleasureful shriek as you watch the red shape of your hand form on the pale skin. You run the same hand up her hips and stop at her waist which you grip tightly before slip your cock back into her needy cunt.

You put your other hand on her waist, holding her in place while you push your hips forwards. "Christ" You groan because she's way tighter in this position. Starting off slow seems like the right move at first because she's whimpering, so you do.

Until she lets the side of her head rest on the mattress, so she can look at you the best she can in this position. "Don't be afraid to get rough with me babe, I can handle it" She bites her bottom lip so hard you fear she might draw blood. "Use me" She begs you for the nth time with that perfectly seductive voice of hers, making it so hard for you to hold back. You weren't even sure what you were even holding back for anyways.

So while keeping a good grip on her waist, you begin to jackhammer your cock into that wet warmth. "Fuck!" A broken scream tears through her lips and it almost worries you but the lust takes over. You keep hearing it in the back of your mind. use her, use her, use her. So much that you don't care if you're going too hard "Yes! you're fucking me so... fucking good sir!" She keens.

You lean over and reach your hand to find a grip on her hair. She gasps at the sweet pain that comes with the rough pull of your fingers and she's forced to hold herself up with her arms again—which she can barely do. "You're fucking dripping baby" You grunt, getting off on the sharp crack that booms each time your hips come in contact with her round ass. "Such a good slut... taking it so well for me"

"Please" She whines, and you're not entirely sure what she's begging for "Please"

"Please what princess?" You almost growl, feeling your abs begin to burn.

She swallows thickly, moaning like she can't control herself. "f-f-fill me up.. I fucking—God—I fucking need it"

It's coming, you can feel it in your balls. Her cunt is gripping you so perfectly, so smooth and slick that every drag has your jaw clenching and your mind going blank. You're so unbelievably close to stuffing her full of it--it's the only thing you can think about right now. "Yeah... Belle, gonna fucking... cum in you" Your breaths are labored now because the force you're fucking her with is tiring you out.

"God I'm gonna fucking-" Belle squeals, then a rush of clear liquid begins to spill out from between her legs and her mouth hangs open. The pressure almost kills you right then and there but you keep moving, you can't get enough of her. Even when another—more powerful—burst comes out you only grunt as it runs down her legs and stains the sheets.

"Ah...look at you—squirting for me" You'd chuckle if you weren't so close right now. You end up slowing it down, thrusting hard and deep into her cunt slowly. One. Belle shrieks. Two. She moans deeply. Three. She bites her lip. Then four and your cock is pulsing and throbbing wildly inside of her the second you bury it inside of her on the fourth thrust. You moan loudly as you fill her needy cunt with your seed. There's so much that it's dripping down the side.

You can only sigh the little bit of breath you have left as it continues, your voice too broken and fucked up to do anything more. She only hums sweetly, giggling as you let go of your grip on her hair and your body collapses onto hers so you lay flat on the bed.

"Holy shit" You swallow, then you gather up the strength to sit yourself up and you put your hand on her now red ass, rubbing the cheek as you catch your breath. "Good girl" Then you remember that you should probably pull her out of her hypnotized state. "Sit up and close your eyes" You breathe. It takes her a moment, you watch as she sort of struggles to do as you say but eventually she does. "At the snap of my fingers, you will wake up"

You snap your fingers and her eyes open "Oh my God" is the only thing that comes out of her mouth. Her expression is unreadable and you're not sure if its a good thing or a bad thing for a second. Then Belle smiles and she climbs on top of you. You're surprised, but you allow it because the second she leans in to kiss you it just feels right. She pulls away "What the fuck? That was so hot" It's like she herself is surprised that it worked too.

"You remember?" You ask, knowing that sometimes people lose memory after they've been hypnotized, but it seems like Belle didn't.

Belle nods her head "Every second" Then she kisses you again "Especially when you fucked my tits, you could've told me you were into that" she teases, taking her bottom lip in between her teeth.

"I know you, you would've laughed at me"

"But I still would've let you do it" She nods

You tilt your head playfully doubting her words "Sure" Is all you say before she pushes you back so that you're laying down.

"Shut up" She mutters before putting her lips on yours again and you're both smiling into the passionate kiss, feeling that familiar fluttering feeling in your stomach. "Thank you for trying this out with me" She seems genuine about it.

You shake your head "I'll try any kinky shit you throw at me"

and there's no doubt you would

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Dreams Come True

Chapter 7: MAMAs

hockeyplayer!vi x idol!reader

summary : you finally get to perform at the MAMAs along side your group.

mentions : modern au, fame au, just you living your idol dreams and seeing the other idols that have inspired you.

notes : YALL BETTER BE BUNDLED UP 🙄 I’m also not very good at detailing dancing or singing. Neither are my strong suit

The weeks leading up to your group’s performance at MAMA were a whirlwind of rehearsals, excitement, and hard work. You and your group had been practicing nonstop, perfecting every move, every harmony, and every detail to make sure the performance was nothing less than spectacular. It felt like all the effort and sleepless nights were paying off in ways you hadn’t imagined.

After the press conference, you had braced yourself for the worst. But instead of losing fans, your group gained even more. The news coverage and viral clips of your heartfelt speech catapulted your group into new levels of fame. Merch sales skyrocketed, and your albums sold out almost immediately. The announcement of your early submission for the "Best New Group" award at MAMA only added to the excitement.

Sometimes during those long nights in the practice room, with Steb's approval, you and your group would go live on Instagram to interact with fans and share snippets of your rehearsals. It became a tradition, a way to show the fans your gratitude and keep them involved in your journey.

The live streams were always lively, filled with comments flying across the screen faster than you could read. You weren’t surprised when hate comments would occasionally pop up, but the overwhelming positivity overshadowed them. Fans were endlessly supportive, cheering you on and expressing their excitement for MAMA.

Occasionally, the comments would ask about Vi, curious about how you both were doing. Questions like, “Are you and Vi okay?” or “How’s Violet been? We love her!” scrolled past every now and then. You never addressed them directly—it wasn’t just your moment, after all, and you didn’t want to take the spotlight away from the other members. But reading those comments gave you a sense of relief and joy. Despite the controversy, so many people were rooting for you, for Vi, and for your happiness.

Your group’s energy was infectious during these streams. Whether it was Mel cracking jokes, your lead dancer showing off choreography, or everyone playfully bickering over snacks during breaks, it was clear to the fans just how close-knit you all were.

As the days grew closer to the performance, the stakes felt higher, but the bond within your group only strengthened. Late-night practices, impromptu karaoke sessions to de-stress, and group pep talks became your lifelines.

Through it all, you were reminded of how much you loved what you did. The challenges, the highs and lows, the love from fans—it all fueled your drive to give everything you had at MAMA. This was your moment, not just as an individual, but as a group, and you were ready to shine.

It was finally the day of the MAMAs, and the venue was bustling with energy, twice as busy as any showcase you’d performed at. Nervousness bubbled within you as you realized the event would be broadcast worldwide. But you took a deep breath and brushed it off, reminding yourself how far you’d come.

The stage design was an electrifying club-like setup, with neon lights flashing in sync with the beat. The background dancers were styled to fit the club atmosphere, creating an immersive experience for the audience. You and your group wore coordinated outfits that exuded edgy sophistication, with intricate details that made each of you stand out. Your own ensemble featured bold black leather and buckled straps, accented by metallic elements like safety pins and chains. The jewelry was carefully selected to enhance the dramatic flair, from spiked earrings to stacked skull bracelets. Your microphone was a sparkling silver, adding a glamorous finishing touch.

Your hair was styled in a sleek half-up, half-down look, with the upper section tied high and cascading to one side, while the rest flowed freely down your back. Two delicate braids framed your face, adding an ethereal contrast to the boldness of your outfit.

Your makeup was striking, perfectly complementing your outfit. A bold silver and black smoky eye with dramatic lashes made your gaze captivating, while rhinestone accents dotted around your eyes added sparkle under the stage lights. A soft blush brought warmth to your cheeks, and your lips were lightly glossed for a natural yet polished finish.

Stepping onto the stage, you felt an exhilarating rush of confidence. You knew this was your moment, and as the lights dimmed and the music began, you were ready to own it.

The stage was completely dark, and the air was thick with anticipation as the announcer introduced your group. The murmurs from the crowd quieted, replaced by the hum of cameras whirring to life. Your heart raced, but as soon as the lights began to flicker on and the music queued up, you all seamlessly slid into your positions. Every step, every breath was perfectly synchronized.

The performance felt like a dream in motion. Your voice carried through the venue as you hit every note flawlessly, harmonizing with the other members in perfect unison. The energy of the crowd only fueled you further, and you could feel the connection between the group, feeding off one another’s passion and precision.

The dance break was electric—a whirlwind of sharp, clean movements and dramatic flair. The lights pulsed to the beat, illuminating the stage like a vibrant club. The crowd erupted as you executed the choreography with precision, the metallic accents of your outfit catching the light and making you shine like a star.

When the final note rang out and the music faded, the stage was instantly engulfed by an explosion of cheers. The applause was deafening, the crowd's energy surging toward you in waves. You stood there with your group, catching your breath but unable to stop the wide grin from spreading across your face. This was a moment you’d remember forever—a perfect performance, celebrated by the world.

After the performance, the adrenaline was still pumping as you made your way backstage. The moment you saw Mel, you rushed to her, throwing your arms around her in a big, warm hug. “You did so good,” you said, smiling brightly.

Mel shook her head, playfully rolling her eyes. “You did better. Everyone was basically cheering for you,” she teased with a grin.

You gently nudged her shoulder. “Negative. They were cheering for you. All of you,” you corrected her, your voice sincere. You looked around at the rest of the group, unable to hold back the overwhelming pride you felt. “I’m so proud of all of you. And how far we’ve come. I love you guys so much.”

A chorus of soft “awws” filled the room before the sentimental moment was broken by a wave of laughter. The camaraderie and love you all shared were unmistakable, and for a moment, it felt like nothing in the world could bring you down.

Then, as if on cue, Steb emerged from the dressing room, clipboard in hand and a no-nonsense expression on his face. “Come on, you guys,” he said, gesturing toward the dressing rooms with a flick of his hand. “You gotta get dressed and back to your seats before the nominations start.”

With an exaggerated groan and shared chuckles, you and the group scrambled to “haul ass,” as Steb so eloquently put it. The high from the performance still lingered, but now, the anticipation for the rest of the night began to bubble up again.

As you and the group rushed to change, the stylists were already prepared, helping everyone into their outfits for the second half of the night. Most of the outfits were elegant but edgy, consisting of dresses or corsets paired with layered skirts, accessorized with bold jewelry that sparkled under the lights. Your dress featured a sleek black corset with silver embellishments and a layered tulle skirt that gave it a regal edge, while Mel’s corset was wine-red, paired with a matching high-slit skirt.

Once dressed, you made your way back to the audience just in time for the nominations to start. The room was electric, cameras panning to the crowd, capturing moments of anticipation and excitement. When it came time for the “Best New Group” category, your group held hands tightly, your heart thundering in your chest.

“And the winner for ‘Best New Group’ is…” The announcer’s pause felt like an eternity. “AURORA”

The room erupted into applause and cheers. You and the group shot out of your seats, hugging each other tightly before making your way to the stage. The lights were blinding, the roar of the crowd almost overwhelming as you accepted the golden trophy.

Mel was the first to step forward, her voice trembling slightly as she spoke into the microphone. “Wow… this is unbelievable. Thank you so much to everyone who’s supported us on this journey. This is a dream come true, and we couldn’t have done it without our fans, our team, and of course, each other.”

She turned to you, handing you the microphone as the cheers grew louder.

You took a deep breath, smiling as you steadied yourself. “I think Mel said it all, but I just want to add that this moment is so much bigger than us. To every fan out there who believed in us when no one else did, this is for you. To our families, our friends, and everyone who worked behind the scenes to make this happen—we love you so much. And to my amazing group…” You turned to your members, your voice breaking slightly. “I’m so proud of us. Look at what we’ve accomplished together. This is only the beginning.”

The crowd roared as you and Mel held the trophy high, surrounded by your group. The night felt surreal, a memory you knew would stay with you forever.

Backstage was a whirlwind of celebration. You and the group huddled together, trophy in hand, as the cameras flashed. Every angle was captured—one with everyone smiling brightly, another with silly poses, and a final one where you all held the trophy high, pure joy radiating from each face. “This one’s going straight to Instagram,” Mel said with a laugh as you all scrolled through the photos, picking your favorites to post later.

After the photos, you noticed Steb standing off to the side, wiping at his eyes. When he finally walked over, the group quieted, sensing he had something important to say. His voice trembled slightly, but there was a warmth to it as he spoke.

“I’ve been putting up with y’all’s shit for four years now,” he began, shaking his head with a smirk, “especially you, (Y/N).” He pointed at you, but there was nothing but affection in his tone. “And I’ve never been more proud of any group in my life.”

You felt a lump in your throat as his eyes glistened with unshed tears. The group murmured their thanks, but Steb wasn’t done. “The CEO thinks it’s finally time for y’all to get your paychecks tomorrow,” he continued, grinning as the group gasped and started cheering. “And… you can all reopen your personal social media accounts.”

That set off another round of cheers, but Steb raised a hand to quiet everyone, his gaze landing directly on you. “Just don’t do anything that’s gonna make me stress… please?”

The group burst into laughter, and you couldn’t help but join in as you raised your hands in mock surrender. “Yes, sir,” you said with a grin, knowing you’d probably test his patience at some point.

Steb shook his head with a laugh before pulling the entire group into a hug. “I mean it, though. I’m proud of you. Every single one of you.”

As you stood there, wrapped in the embrace of your team, the weight of the journey you’d been on hit you. This was more than a win—it was a testament to everything Aurora had overcome. And for the first time, you truly felt like the world was yours for the taking.

After the awards show, the celebrations carried on in grand fashion. The CEO had spared no expense, renting out one of the most popular spots in the city for a private dinner party. It was the perfect setting—elegant, lively, and buzzing with excitement. You, your group, and everyone’s families and friends gathered to toast to the night’s success. You had personally invited Vi and her family as well; they’d been there for you through it all, cheering you on when things were tough.

The evening called for your best attire, so you chose a sleek black dress that hugged your figure, the thigh-high slit adding just the right touch of glamour. Your hair was styled neatly in a bun, a few wispy strands framing your face, and you accented the look with simple silver jewelry. As you walked into the restaurant, the warm glow of chandeliers and the chatter of loved ones welcomed you.

The dinner started off classy enough—soft music played in the background, heartfelt speeches were made, and glasses clinked with every toast. But once the drinks started flowing, things took a turn for the chaotic—in the best way possible. Laughter echoed through the room as people began belting out karaoke songs, some with heartfelt renditions and others so off-key it brought tears of laughter. A few people got emotional, tears spilling as they hugged each other and shared memories of how far everyone had come. It was pure, unfiltered joy, and it felt like the kind of chaos you’d remember forever.

Needing a breather from the lively energy inside, you slipped out onto the restaurant’s balcony. The cool night air greeted you as you leaned against the railing, taking in the view of the city. The skyline sparkled, and the hum of distant traffic reminded you of how far you’d come. A deep breath escaped your lips, and you let the reality of it all sink in. You did it. You worked harder than you ever thought possible, and now, all your dreams had come true.

You were lost in thought when a hand touched your shoulder, startling you slightly. Turning around, you were met with Vi’s familiar face. A bright smile spread across your face as you pulled her into a hug.

“Thank you for sticking beside me through all of this,” you said softly, pulling back to meet her eyes.

Vi chuckled, shaking her head. “I should be the one saying that to you.”

Before you could respond, she grinned mischievously and pulled something from her pocket. “Hey, I got a surprise for you,” she said, holding up two tickets. You glanced at them, confused at first, before realizing what they were—tickets to her upcoming hockey game.

“You haven’t seen me play up close in a while,” she added, her grin widening. “So, bring Mel. I heard she’s been getting into sports.”

You took the tickets from her hands, smiling but hesitating. “What about my schedule? You know it’s always packed.”

Vi smirked knowingly. “Steb already gave me the green light. Please come.”

Her enthusiasm was contagious, and you nodded, clutching the tickets tightly. “Of course I will,” you said with a smile, your heart feeling light.

As you both leaned against the balcony railing, the moment felt perfect. The cool breeze carried the distant hum of the city, but all you could focus on was Vi—her warmth, her unwavering support, and the sparkle in her eyes as she looked at you. You let out a soft laugh, your heart feeling lighter than it had in a while.

“You’re really something, you know that?” Vi said, her voice quieter now.

You turned to face her fully, a small smile tugging at your lips. “So are you.”

There was a pause, a comfortable silence, and then her gaze dropped to your lips, lingering for just a moment before meeting your eyes again. Without thinking, you leaned in, and she did the same. The world around you seemed to fade, the noise of the celebration inside muffling as her lips met yours. It was soft, slow, and filled with everything unspoken between you two.

But before the kiss could deepen, an unexpected spray of cold liquid hit both of you, soaking the side of your dress and Vi’s shirt. You gasped and turned to see Jinx standing a few feet away, holding a bottle of champagne with the cork still fizzing in her hand.

“Oops!” Jinx said, clearly anything but sorry. Her mischievous grin stretched ear to ear. “Didn’t see you there! Or maybe I did,” she teased, cackling.

Vi groaned, running a hand down her face as you tried to stifle a laugh. The sudden chaos was so typical of Jinx that you couldn’t even be mad.

“Seriously, Jinx?” Vi muttered, shaking her head as champagne dripped from her hair.

Jinx shrugged, her grin widening. “Hey, you two were getting way too mushy out here. Someone had to remind you there’s a party going on inside!” She gestured toward the doors, where the sound of singing and laughter poured out.

You wiped at your dress, chuckling softly as you exchanged a glance with Vi. Despite the interruption, the moment wasn’t ruined—it was just… unique, like everything else in your life these days.

“Come on,” you said, looping your arm through Vi’s and tugging her back toward the party. “Let’s get back inside before she sprays anyone else.”

“Or maybe I’ll aim for Mel next!” Jinx called after you, laughing as she followed you both inside, the night only getting more chaotic—and memorable—from there.

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