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i-dared-myself · 1 month ago

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Stray Kids x reader

Requested by anonymous: so ihave this request that is like an queendom x kingdom, and y/n is an idol (in other group) i know is short but i really wanted to see what would your imagination feed us.

Queendom and Kingdom were combined for a spin-off show that you were lucky enough to be a part of. Your group had been one of the few chosen for this highly-anticipated show.

“Practises are today.” The girl next to you puckers her lips, staring at her reflection in the mirror. “Is your group ready yet?”

“Uh, yeah.” You fidget in your seat as your cheeks are swiped over with blush. As soon as your makeup is finished you slip off the stool and go off to your group.

“Remember,” your leader is saying, gaze firm and arms crossed. “Everything rests on this moment.”

You linger in the back of the group, not wanting to draw attention to yourself. You always felt awkward around then for some reason.

It’s probably just your imagination.

“We’ve been struggling lately, and this is a good chance to prove ourselves.” Your leader smiles, sickly-sweet as she looks over at you. No mistakes.”

Your stomach twists with nerves.

At a recent event that was live-streamed, you had tripped. You don’t know what you tripped on, but you had. You had fallen during the performance, causing the rest of the members to stop everything.

Your company wasn’t pleased. Neither were your other members.

You follow the rest of your group into a dance studio. You spend the next hour running through a choreography for your performance, something that will lead to a media recovery.

Your only problem is how little you have to do. You understand that you might not be the best dancer, or the best singer, or might not even be as pretty as the other girls.

But standing at the rear like a backup dancer? They’re not using your abilities like they should, and you know you can do better. You know that the tripping in that other performance was a one time thing.

But you start to doubt it as more time goes by and no progress is made. The others are struggling with the more difficult movements, and your steps are too simple.

But when you add more flair to it, you get told to stop being so flashy.

“You’re taking the attention from the front,” the choreographer complains. He sighs and waves a hand at you. “While we figure this out, go fill the water bottles.”

You, taken aback by the humiliating request, frown. “What?”

“He told you to do something!” a girl in your group snaps at you. “Just do it!”

You’re handed all of their water bottles and awkwardly juggle them as you go down the hallway. You manage to find the water station and hold each bottle under the tap one by one.

You hear a gasp of your name and ignore it. When people talk shit about you, you push it aside and cry about it when you’re by yourself.

Then someone is tapping your shoulder, and you hesitantly turn around.

“Yes?” you warily ask before realizing who it is. It’s fucking Seungmin. Seungmin, from Stray Kids, is in front of you. “What the shit.”

He blinks at you. “I’m sorry?”

You gasp and cover your mouth. “I’m so sorry! Pretend you didn’t hear me swear! Please!”

Seungmin smiles gently at you, something akin to amusement flashing in his eyes. “It’s okay. I make fun of JYP all the time. I won’t ruin your idol image.”

You grin. “Yeah, I know.” You pause before attempting a recovery. “I mean- Who are- Who’s- I’m JYP.”

Seungmin’s smile widens even further, and it infects you with joy. You’re both just standing, beaming at each other like idiots.

“Can I get a photo with you?” You both blurt it out at the same time before sighing in relief.

“Why do you want one with me?” you question as he pulls out his phone. You smile into the camera and pose with him.

“Because you’re cool,” he replies simply before making hearts with his fingers for your photo. “Obviously.”

You feel heat rise to your face at his words. “Oh. Thank you. That means a lot.”

Seungmin’s head tilts. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be training right now?”

You fiddle with your hands anxiously. You’ve never liked explaining the dynamics between you and the other members of your group.

“Someone had to refill the water bottles,” is what you finally say. You motion to them, almost forgotten on the ground.

Seungmin nods slowly. “Sure, I guess. Do you have some free time to come meet the rest of us then? We’re kind of fans of yours.”

You can hardly believe it. Stray Kids are fans of you.

“Sure.” You shrug casually. You should run back to the rest, but you do want to meet them. “I have time.”

Seungmin helps you carry the bottles down the corridor, dodging other idols. You reach a studio with a closed door, and Seungmin knocks on it with his foot in the form of a hard kick

Changbin answers it, eyebrows pulled together in annoyance. “You have hands, idiot- Oh. Oh!”

“My hands are full,” Seungmin grumbles, holding up the bottles. “Get out of the way, loser.”

Changbin’s wide eyes are still locked on you. He steps away, letting you and Seungmin pass.

You flash him a warm smile, bowing slightly. Changbin returns it as if he can’t believe you’re here.

“Omg,” Jisung says, covering his mouth.

“I can’t believe you just said ‘omg’,” Hyunjin drawls from where he’s on the floor. He has his arms covering his face.

“Hello.” You wave to the rest of the room. Everyone is just watching you and you’re frankly uncomfortable with their gazes all being on you.

“Hi,” Chan coughs out. “What are you- What are you doing here?”

You adjust your stance, looking to Seungmin uncertainly. “He said you guys would want to meet me? And honestly I’m a big fan, so I didn’t mind coming here.”

“You’re a fan of us?” Felix asks in amazement.

“I can’t believe you’re a fan of me.” You laugh lightly. This whole day has taken a bizarre turn.

Hyunjin sits up, jaw dropping. “Stay is going to be so jealous. Can we post photos of us with you?”

You shrug casually. “Yeah. Go ahead.”

So you’re swarmed by them all taking photos in various poses with you. Jeongin is shy when he comes up to you, but quickly warms up to you and even asks you to record a video with him.

“I’m sorry, but I should go back to the others.” You grimace before smoothing out your expression into a pleasant one. “It’s been great meeting you.”

Chan hums softly. “You’re welcome back anytime. We know what we’re doing so we’re just fine-tuning. We have plenty of spare time.”

You smile and nod before putting all of the bottles back in your arms. It’s difficult to carry them all, but you make do.

When you return to the studio your group has been assigned to, they’re wrapping up. You linger in the doorway, unsure of what to do with yourself.

“There you are!” The choreographer puts his hands on his hips. “Come here.”

You set the water bottles down before rushing back to him. “Yes?”

“We’ve decided to remake your part,” he casually tells you. “I’ll show you it, and then you’ll memorize it and have it ready to go by tomorrow’s rehearsal.”

You freeze, watching him demonstrate the new dance. It’s definitely more complicated than the one you had previously been assigned, and you hesitate.

“Are you sure?” you carefully say.

“Oh, and you’re in the front now.” He wipes his hands on his pants. “You have it memorized? I also have a video of it set up on the laptop over there. You know the lines already too.”

“Yeah.” You blink back frustrated tears. “I’ve got this.”

The rest of the group shuffled out the door, wiggling their fingers goodbye at you. You stare numbly at them as you’re left alone in the studio.

You press play on the speakers and focus on singing for now. You’ve never sang this part before, and it’s a bit out of your range.

But you’re confident enough that you can do this, and nail it. You know you sound amazing, so you move on to the dance.

The movements are tricky, especially the hand gestures. They’re complicated enough that you have to just work on them for a minute.

“You look busy.”

You whip around to find Hyunjin hovering near the entrance. You click the pause button and take a swig from your bottle.

“What are you still doing here?” Hyunjin pulls out his phone and checks the time. “It’s midnight. You’ll be exhausted for rehearsals tomorrow.”

You stretch out your legs. “No, I’ll be fine. I just- I have to do this.”

Hyunjin settles on the ground, leaning against the mirror. “Show me then.”

You falter. “Sorry?”

Hyunjin crosses his legs at the ankles and folds his hands in his lap. “I’ll give you some feedback. Then you can go get some rest sooner.”

You nod. “Sounds good.” You press play on the music and go through the dance, singing along. Your voice echoes weirdly in the room, but you know on stage it will sound good.

When you finish, you pant and slide down against the wall to the floor. “Well?”

Hyunjin tilts his head at you. “It was excellent. And… Weird.”

“Weird? What’s weird?” you anxiously ask.

Hyunjin runs a hand over his shaved head, hand not catching on any hair. “It just… It matches perfectly with our choreography. I know we’re not supposed to talk about it before the show, but it’s almost identical.”

You frown as he gets to his feet. “Really?”

Hyunjin shows you his, and sure enough it goes alongside yours almost perfectly. He considers it for a moment before shaking his head. “I’m sure it’s just a coincidence.”

You adjust your stance. “I’m not sure. Doesn’t your group go first, with mine after? It would look like we’re copying you.”

Chan knocks on the doorframe, clearing his throat. “Hyunjin. You should be in bed by now at the dorms. It’s a big day tomorrow.”

“Take a look at this.” Hyunjin points at you, so you awkwardly show Chan your dance as well.

Chan’s eyes widen. “Hyunjin! Why did you teach her our-“

“That’s hers,” Hyunjin interrupts. He begins to pace. “But you thought it was ours, which means that the audience would think they copied us, which means-“

You cough. “I’m sure there was just a misunderstanding with the choreographer. He probably just studied closely with yours, and it came out the same. Big coincidence.”

“We made ours.” Chan shakes his head. “There’s no way that’s what happened.”

You shuffle, unsure of what to do now.

“Let’s just deal with this in the morning.” Chan sighs and rubs at his face tiredly. “We’ll walk you to your group. Or van I guess.”

“That’s nice, but I’m okay.” You smile warmly. “They left already and took the van with them.”

“So how are you getting to your dorms?” Hyunjin questions, exchanging a look with Chan.

You chew the inside of your cheek. “I usually just walk if I’m not far, or sleep at the studio. It’s not bad. I can sleep in weird places.”

“She sleeps at the studio like you do.” Hyunjin shoots Chan a filthy expression. He rounds back on you. “We’ll give you a ride.”

You yawn, covering your mouth with your hand. “Really? You don’t have to.”

“No, it’s fine.” Chan tugs at his jacket, pulling it tighter around his body. “Come on.”

You trail after them, holding your water bottle. You make sure to flick the lights off before you leave.

“Felix!” Hyunjin yells. “We’re going!”

Felix darts out from an empty room, eyes locking on you. “What’s she doing here?”

“We’re giving her a ride,” Chan briefly explains. He fishes his keys out from his pocket.

When you exit the building and go outside, Hyunjin screams, “Shotgun!”

Felix groans and crosses his arms. He glances at you and brightens. “Guess we get to sit together!”

Chan unlocks the vehicle and everyone scampers inside. Hyunjin snickers at Felix, who has to sit in the back.

You tell Chan the address and rest your head against the window as Felix eagerly rambles on. You barely catch what he’s saying, too tired to really focus.

Then you’re asleep, and your head rolls onto Felix’s shoulder. His entire face turns red and he reaches up to poke at Hyunjin.

“What, backseat loser?” Hyunjin grumbles.

“She’s asleep,” Felix whispers. “What do we do?”

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You wake the next morning to silence. It’s odd. Usually there’s frantic racing to get ready and people slamming on your door.

But it’s quiet with the sunlight filtering through your curtains.

You slip out of bed and tap the screen of your phone, heart sinking when you realize it’s almost nine. You dash out of your room, urgently tugging your pants on. You knock on people’s doors before skidding to a halt.

Why were you the only one in your room when you woke? Why are there dirty dishes piled up next to the sink?

There’s a note on the fridge, kindly informing you of your removal from the performance. The others are worried that you won’t be able to be ready in time.

So you’ve been ‘transferred to a backup dancer for another group or something.’

Temporarily, they added, but you have a sick feeling that it’s not. That this is your new normal.

You sit on the couch, sighing heavily. You notice ink on your forearm, and since you can’t remember last night-

“I got a tattoo?” you shriek in alarm. You feel dizzy as you look at your arm.

It’s not a tattoo, thankfully. Instead, someone has written a number with a marker.

Last night comes rushing back, so you type the number into your phone and dial.

It rings once before Chan’s voice meets your ear.

“Hello?”

“Hey.” You greet him maybe too casually, but you’re not a morning person. “Why did you give me your number?”

“So I can add you to our group chat.”

You pause. “What? Why?”

“Because… you’ll be working with us? Did you not know that you’ve been signed over to our group?”

The dizziness has returned.

“What?” you rasp. “I’ve been what?”

There’s silence before Chan speaks again. “Okay, so I’m assuming you didn’t know.”

You close your eyes, fighting the light-headedness. “This is a lot. Chan, I think I’m going to pass out.”

“Don’t pass-“

Then you’re unconscious.

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Chan curses and puts his phone down, causing Minho to glance up.

“What’s wrong?” he asks with mild concern as he places own phone in his lap.

Chan’s lips thin into a tight smile. “Get the others. We have to go pick her up.”

Minho shrugs and stands, wandering off. Chan grabs a first aid kit from under the sink and stuffs it into the van. When the others climb inside he starts up the engine and tells them everything.

“So, she’s been transferred to us.” Chan’s grip tightens on the wheel. “She had been taught our choreography so it would be an easier transition for this performance and-“

“So you knew the whole time?” Hyunjin demands. “And you didn’t say anything?”

“No!” Chan looks in the rearview mirror at him. “I got the email this morning that explained everything. I’m as shocked as you are.”

“Can’t believe they just gave her up,” Changbin mutters.

Seungmin sighs and drums his fingers on his thigh. “Why is there a first aid kit?”

Chan shifts in his seat. “She might’ve passed out.”

Jisung gasps. “Oh no! Is she okay?”

“Well that’s why we’re going over,” Chan says in exasperation.

Jeongin puts his hand up. “Dibs for CPR.”

Felix frowns at him. “I don’t think that’s how it works. I think you have to be trained to actually do it.”

Hyunjin snorts in amusement. “Right. I do it all the time.”

Chan side-eyes him. “Excuse me? Who are you giving CPR to so often?”

Hyunjin narrows his eyes. “That’s none of your business.”

Chan lets it go, having arrived at your dorms. Hyunjin had watched you put the code in last night, so he presses the buttons and the gate slides aside.

Changbin busts the door down and they all charge inside, holding various tools from the first aid kit.

You blink at them, holding a wet towel to your forehead. “What- How did you get in here?”

“We’re here to give you CPR,” Jisung blurts out.

You scowl. “Ew. Yeah that’s not happening.”

“Hey, you could do a lot worse than him!” Jeongin defensively says. He bats his eyes at you. “Heyyyy.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose. “I can’t believe I’m in Stray Kids now. This is insane.”

“We’re cool.” Seungmin puts an arm around Hyunjin’s shoulder before shuffling to the side awkwardly once Hyunjin shrugs him away.

“Yeah I know. I’m not upset about being here now.” You grin at them. “I’ve been a fan for a while. I’m just… getting used to such a big change.”

“And we’ve been your fan for a while.” Minho rolls out his wrist. “But we have to get to rehearsal. Are you in or out?”

You toss the wet cloth at the sink, leaving it with the dirty dishes. Someone else can deal with it. “Let me grab my things and then I’m ready to go.”

Part two

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luvfae · 1 month ago

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CENTRE STAGE

summary: you’re thanos favourite backup dancer, the catch? you don’t want him. well… you like to pretend you don’t.

parings: thanos/choi su-bong x f!reader

warnings: this is a long one, smut, oral (reader receiving), fingering, choking, p in v, unprotected sex (don’t be a dummy), swearing

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The bass reverberated through the stadium, shaking the floor beneath your feet. You moved with the beat, body fluid, perfectly in sync with the other dancers. It was muscle memory at this point—hours of grueling rehearsals had carved the choreography into your bones.

And then there was Thanos.

Center stage. Soaking up the spotlight like he was born in it.

You weren’t blind—you knew he was attractive. Tall, sharp jawline, dark eyes that glinted with mischief and something more dangerous underneath. His presence was undeniable, the kind of charisma that made people lose their minds over him.

But you weren’t one of those people.

Which was why, when he shot you a cocky smirk mid-performance, you rolled your eyes and looked away.

You missed the slight falter in his steps.

Backstage was chaos. Sweat, adrenaline, the quick shuffle of dancers moving between costume changes. You were peeling off your jacket when you felt someone step into your space.

“Do you know how many girls would kill to be in your position?”

You turned, already knowing who it was.

Thanos stood in front of you, arms crossed, a glistening sheen of sweat on his forehead. His shirt clung to him, damp with exertion, and he smelled like expensive cologne and stage lights.

You raised a brow. “Which position? Because if you mean backup dancing, I worked my ass off to be here.”

His smirk widened. “I meant being this close to me.”

You scoffed. “Oh, my mistake. Guess I should start trembling.”

His smile faltered for a second, just a flicker, before he leaned in slightly. “Most girls do.”

You tilted your head, amused. “Poor things.”

His eyes darkened, scanning your face like he was trying to figure you out. Like he was waiting for the moment you’d break and melt for him like everyone else did.

You didn’t.

“Not interested?” he mused, voice lower now, intrigued.

“Not even a little bit.”

A lie. But he didn’t need to know that.

He huffed a laugh, running a hand through his damp hair. “Alright. Cool. I like a challenge.”

You turned to leave, but before you could, he caught your wrist—lightly, not enough to force you, but enough to make you pause.

“You should probably know,” he said, voice softer now, a little more serious, “I always get what I want.”

You looked at him, at the smug confidence in his face, and smirked.

“Not this time, superstar.”

And then you pulled away.

He let you go, watching as you walked off, and for the first time in his life—

Thanos realized he was the one being left wanting.

—

He had you switched the next day.

You saw it on the rehearsal schedule. Your name, suddenly paired with his for the partner sections of the choreography.

You exhaled sharply, shaking your head. Unbelievable.

When you walked onto the stage, Thanos was already waiting.

“You’re a child,” you told him flatly.

He grinned. “I’m resourceful.”

“You had me switched out just so you could put your hands on me?”

He shrugged. “Now you’re getting it.”

You crossed your arms. “You know, normal people just ask someone out when they’re interested.”

He tilted his head, considering. “Yeah, but normal people also get rejected.”

You scoffed. “Which is exactly what’s happening right now.”

He stepped closer, his voice dropping an octave. “Yeah? Then why are you still standing here?”

You opened your mouth—then closed it.

Damn him.

Damn his stupid, arrogant, cocky ass.

He saw the hesitation in your eyes, the split second of uncertainty, and he fucking grinned.

“Relax,” he murmured, dragging a slow gaze down your body. “Let’s just dance.”

You exhaled through your nose, glaring. “Fine. But if you get handsy, I’m kneeing you in the balls.”

He laughed. “Noted.”

The music kicked in, bass heavy, vibrating through the soles of your shoes. You forced yourself to focus, rolling your shoulders, letting the beat settle into your body.

You had done this a million times before—picked up new choreography, adjusted to new formations, worked around whatever ridiculous creative decisions the higher-ups made. But this?

This was different.

Because now you had to dance around Thanos like he was some untouchable god, like he was the center of gravity and you were just one of his planets orbiting him.

And he knew it.

The smug bastard was eating it up.

“Alright,” the choreographer called. “Let’s take it from the top—Y/N, remember, you’re leading this section now. The energy needs to be different, more intense. It’s about power and temptation.”

You nodded, biting the inside of your cheek.

Power and temptation.

Great.

You got into position, your back to Thanos as the music restarted. Your movements were sharp, precise, every beat landing exactly where it needed to. You could feel him behind you, his presence heavy, but you ignored it—until the routine called for you to step into him.

You turned, moving into position, only for him to place his hands on your waist a second too early.

Too early, and definitely not necessary.

Your breath hitched. You felt his fingers, warm through the thin material of your top, his touch firm—possessive.

“Timing,” you snapped, twisting out of his grip.

His lips curled. “Felt right to me.”

You exhaled sharply. “Try again. And keep your hands where they’re supposed to be.”

He didn’t.

The next section had you circling him, tracing the shape of his body with your own, never touching but close enough to tease. It was supposed to be a push and pull, a careful balance of restraint and tension.

Except Thanos had no restraint.

Every time you moved past him, he found some excuse to touch you—a palm sliding over the small of your back, fingertips grazing your hip, knuckles brushing against your stomach. None of it was in the choreography.

And it was pissing you off.

Not because you didn’t like it.

Because you did.

And that made it worse.

You gritted your teeth, pressing forward with the routine, trying to pretend you weren’t hyperaware of his every move, his every breath.

Then came the final part—the part where you were supposed to sink against him, his arm wrapping around you, bodies molding together as the music reached its climax.

He pulled you in.

Too close.

Closer than necessary.

You felt his breath against your ear, his chest solid against your back, his grip firm like he was daring you to pull away.

You didn’t.

Not immediately, anyway.

“Problem?” he murmured, voice low.

You swallowed, heat licking up your spine. “Yeah. You don’t know how to follow a damn routine.”

He chuckled, his breath warm. “Or maybe I just don’t like rules.”

You twisted in his arms, pushing against his chest, forcing space between you. “Try following them for once, superstar. Or find yourself another dance partner.”

His gaze flickered with something dark. Something hungry.

Then, slowly, he smirked.

“No,” he said. “I think I’ll keep you.”

Your stomach flipped.

You scowled, shoving him harder this time, ignoring the way your pulse hammered in your throat.

“Do your job,” you warned, stepping back. “And keep your hands to yourself.”

Thanos just grinned.

“I think you’re forgetting who’s in charge here.” He tapped his chest, smirking. “Star of the show.” Then, with a slow, deliberate glance, he pointed at you. “Backup dancer.”

You exhaled sharply through your nose, rolling your eyes as you stepped back into position. Fine. If he wanted your attention so damn badly, he was going to regret it.

You had a new mission now: Make this the worst dance of his life.

The music started up again, and you turned your smirk into something sultry, something playful. If he wanted you dancing around him like he was a god, you’d do it—but you’d do it on your terms.

Every movement became sharper, more exaggerated. You dragged your fingertips across his chest when you were only supposed to graze past him. Your hips swayed a little too deliberately, your gaze lingering just a second too long. You danced around him like a tease, like a challenge, like you knew exactly what he wanted and were dangling it just out of reach.

And Thanos noticed.

His smirk faltered. His jaw tightened.

He was good at playing it cool, but you could see the way his eyes darkened, the way his fingers flexed every time your body got too close.

So you pushed it further.

At a part where you were supposed to circle around him, you let your breath fan over his neck, close enough that he could feel the heat of it. When he placed his hand on your waist—because of course he did, even though it wasn’t in the damn routine—you leaned into it just enough to make it seem deliberate before slipping away.

His grip tightened before he let go.

Good.

By the time the song ended, you were barely holding back a smirk. You could feel the tension radiating off him, could see the way he adjusted his stance like his pants were suddenly too tight.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” the choreographer clapped, beaming. “That was the energy we needed! Y/N, you nailed it—flirtatious, powerful, you owned that stage.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, feigning innocence. “Oh? Just following directions.”

Thanos shot you a look, half-amused, half-something darker. He licked his lips, stepping closer, voice low enough for only you to hear.

“You wanna play it like that, huh?”

You tilted your head, blinking up at him with faux sweetness. “Play what?”

His fingers brushed against your hip—not part of the routine, again. His voice dropped even lower, a husky whisper against your ear.

“Careful, sweetheart. Keep this up, and I won’t just be touching you for show.”

Your stomach flipped, but you didn’t let him see it. You stepped back, letting your smirk break free as you walked away.

—

The bass thrummed beneath your feet as you stepped onto the stage, the roar of the crowd nearly deafening. Bright lights, pulsing music, energy crackling in the air—showtime.

You had spent the entire day learning new choreography, perfecting every movement, every step, every fucking touch. And now? Now it was time to perform.

And him?

Thanos was already watching you like a predator.

You felt his gaze before you even looked at him. The heat of it. The weight. And when you finally did look, you swore you could see the exact moment he realized he was fucked.

Because his jaw clenched. His eyes darkened. His tongue flicked out over his lips, slow and deliberate.

Yeah. He was done for.

You weren’t even doing anything yet—just walking into position in your tiny black shorts and your cropped tank that rode up every time you so much as took a breath.

His gaze dragged over your bare legs, over the slope of your waist, over the sliver of skin just above your waistband. Lingering.

And then he laughed—low, under his breath—but you caught it.

“Fuck,” he muttered, just for himself.

Your lips twitched. Got him.

The music kicked in, and suddenly, you were moving. The energy of the crowd fueled you, the beat guiding you. Every motion was sharper, smoother, more deliberate.

And Thanos?

He was distracted.

Distracted by the way your body twisted and rolled, by the way your hands skimmed over your own thighs, by the way you met his gaze with something daring in your eyes.

He was supposed to be the star of the show.

But right now? Right now, it was you.

By the time the first chorus hit, you had made your way over to him, dancing around him like you were made to, your hands ghosting over his shoulders, his chest—only to pull away at the last second, teasing, tempting.

And he hated it.

Hated it because he wanted more.

You could tell by the way he reacted. How he leaned in, how his hands twitched to touch you, how his breathing hitched when you got a little too close.

So, naturally, you pushed it.

When his hand landed on your waist you let him feel you for just a second before spinning away.

The smirk on his face faltered for a half-second. And then he recovered, shaking his head, chuckling under his breath like he couldn’t believe this was happening.

Like you were the one who had the upper hand.

And when the song ended, when the stage went dark for the next set change, he wasted zero time grabbing your wrist and pulling you against him.

Your chest heaved, breath still uneven from the performance. “Am I throwing you off?”

His grip on your wrist tightened—just enough to make you feel it.

He leaned in, voice low, rough. “Not even close.”

His gaze dropped, flickering to your lips, down your throat, lingering at the band of your shorts

Your pulse jumped.

But you refused to let it show. Instead, you tilted your head, lashes fluttering as you murmured, “Didn’t think so.”

His jaw flexed. A slow inhale through his nose. A flick of his tongue over his teeth.

And then—the stage lights flashed back on, bathing everything in a blinding glow.

Your smirk deepened as you slipped just out of reach.

—

The moment the show ended, you vanished. You didn’t stick around to let him come find you. You were done with the game for now—just another part of the routine. You didn’t owe him anything, especially after how he’d been acting on stage.

You’d slipped back to your dressing room, changed quickly, and made your way to your hotel room, not once looking back. He wouldn’t find you so easily.

But that wasn’t the Thanos you knew.

An hour later, there was a knock on your hotel door. Soft at first, then louder, more insistent. Each thud felt like it was pounding through your skull. You held your breath, hoping he’d go away, but you knew he wouldn’t.

You hesitated, trying to keep calm as you made your way to the door. Slowly, you turned the handle, peeking through the crack just enough to see his tall figure standing there, staring you down with that dark, intense gaze that you knew was enough to melt any woman—except for you.

“What the hell are you doing here?” you asked, voice cold and flat.

He didn’t waste a second. The door was shoved open as he forced his way past you, his body towering over yours, blocking any chance of escape.

“You think you can just disappear like that?” he growled, his voice raw with frustration. “You think I won’t come after you?”

You crossed your arms, trying to remain unfazed. “I didn’t think you’d be stupid enough to follow me.”

His eyes flashed, and for a brief moment, you saw the dangerous fire in them—something you’d only caught glimpses of before.

“You really think that?” he said, voice low and steady now, each word coming with a weight that was unmistakable. “You think I’m just gonna let you walk away, let you treat me like some damn game?”

“You’re the one making it a game,” you shot back, your tone dripping with sarcasm. “I’m just playing along. Didn’t think you’d have a problem with it.”

He took a step closer, and your back hit the wall, a tiny gasp escaping your lips. You clenched your jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing you flinch.

“You think this is just a game to me?” His hand shot out, gripping your wrist, his fingers tightening until it almost hurt. “What the fuck do you think you’ve been doing to me all this time?”

Your breath hitched in your throat as he leaned in, his face just inches from yours. “I’m not your fucking toy, Thanos,” you said, each word laced with challenge.

His lips curled into a half-smirk, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “You might not be, but you’re sure as hell mine right now.”

“You’re a womanizer,” you hissed, pushing against his chest in a futile attempt to make him back off. “What makes you think I’d let you have me? Just because you’re famous doesn’t mean I’ll let you fuck me, you freak.”

He smirked, his hands brushing along your side with that infuriating confidence that made you want to rip his arrogance right off his face.

“Really?” he murmured, his lips curling into that taunting grin you were so damn familiar with. “Tell me to leave then.”

You stared up at him, your chest heaving, pulse quickening with the tension between you. He was close—too close—and you were burning under the weight of his stare, but you didn’t say a word. You couldn’t. You couldn’t fight it any longer.

Instead, your hands fisted his shirt, tugging him down to you. Your lips collided with his in a desperate, hungry kiss, more forceful than anything you’d ever let yourself give before.

You hated him for making you want him. You hated how his arrogance seemed to draw you in even more. But as much as you fought it, you couldn’t deny the heat flooding your body, the way he made you feel alive—even if it meant giving in to all the things you knew you shouldn’t want.

His response was immediate, his hands gripping you tightly, pulling you flush against him as he deepened the kiss. His tongue traced your lips before sliding in, taking control in that way he always did, and you couldn’t stop yourself from responding, from giving in.

When he pulled away, his breath ragged, his face was inches from yours, his lips swollen and glistening from the kiss. “Knew you wanted it,” he said, voice low and rough.

Your chest tightened. You should’ve said something. Should’ve pushed him away, but the truth was, you didn’t want to. Not now. Not with the way your body was burning from the inside out.

He moved his hands down your body, tugging at the hem of your shirt, lifting it over your head in one fluid motion. You were left standing in front of him, your chest rising and falling with shallow breaths, and for a moment, you hated how exposed you felt.

But then his hands were on your skin again, hot and possessive, trailing over your bare body, making you shiver as he kissed along your neck, his lips grazing your skin like he couldn’t get enough of you. And suddenly, all those reservations you’d had, all those walls you’d put up, seemed to disappear into the haze of lust and want.

He pulled back, his eyes dark with desire, and you didn’t have to say a word. He could see it in your eyes—the same hunger, the same need.

Before you knew it, he had you flat against the wall, your legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed into you, his lips back on yours with a fierce urgency. And you didn’t fight it. Not this time.

He broke away for a moment, his voice rough, but controlled. “Tell me you want this. Say it.”

Your hands ran up his chest, your nails scraping over his skin as you tugged him back down. “I want you,” you murmured, your voice laced with that desperate edge he’d been waiting for. “Kiss me.”

Thanos didn’t hesitate. The second the words left your mouth, his lips crashed into yours again, all teeth and heat and raw desperation. His hands roamed your body like he was trying to memorize every inch of you, fingers digging into your thighs as he pressed his body flush against yours.

You felt everything—the way his muscles tensed beneath your touch, the rapid rise and fall of his chest, the unmistakable hardness between his legs as he ground against you, making you gasp into his mouth.

His hands roamed your body, sliding down your sides, gripping your thighs as he lifted you higher against the wall. You gasped into his mouth, your fingers tangling in his purple, sweat-dampened hair, tugging just enough to hear him groan.

"Fuck," he muttered against your lips, his breath ragged, his fingers digging into your skin. "You drive me fucking insane, you know that?"

You smirked, pressing your forehead against his. "Yeah? And whose fault is that?"

His laugh was low, dark, full of something dangerous. His grip on you tightened, and in one swift motion, he carried you across the room, dropping you onto the hotel bed with a smirk of his own.

"Mine," he admitted, voice rough as he hovered over you, his gaze raking over your body like he was memorizing every inch. "Because I should've had you the moment you rolled your eyes at me."

Your heart pounded, heat pooling between your thighs as he pressed a knee between them, teasing, testing. "And now?" you challenged, breathless.

He tilted his head, watching you with that arrogant, knowing smirk. "Now?" His fingers traced the waistband of your shorts, slipping beneath the fabric just enough to make you squirm. "Now I don't plan on stopping."

You arched your back as his lips trailed down your throat, his hands exploring, claiming, making it clear that this wasn't just some meaningless hookup to him.

This was a warning.

A promise.

A fucking declaration.

And god help you, you wanted all of it.

“You still think I’m a womanizer?” he murmured, his lips trailing down your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

You arched into him, biting back a whimper as his teeth scraped over your pulse point. “You’re still a cocky bastard.”

He chuckled against your skin, the sound vibrating through you. “Maybe,” he admitted, his hand slipping beneath the waistband of your shorts. “But you like it.”

You did. And that pissed you off.

You grabbed his face, forcing him to look at you. “Shut up and fuck me.”

His eyes darkened.

“Gladly.”

Thanos kissed you like he was trying to consume you, like he wanted to leave his mark on every inch of your body. His hands were everywhere—gripping your waist, sliding up your thighs, squeezing your hips hard enough to bruise.

You gasped as he flipped you over, pressing you into the mattress with his body. “You act so fucking tough,” he murmured against your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “But I see right through you.”

A sharp gasp tore from your lips as he bit down on the sensitive skin of your neck, his hands slipping beneath your shorts, fingertips burning against your bare skin. He pulled your pants down your legs, his eyes dark as he took you in.

“Fuck,” he muttered, running a hand down your spine before yanking your panties off in one swift motion. “I’ve wanted to do this since the first day I met you. Walking around in those fucking short. The bane of my existence, babe.”

Your breath hitched when he trailed his fingers between your legs, teasing, taking his time just to watch you squirm.

“Thanos—”

He forced your face to the side, silencing you with a kiss, swallowing your moans as he pushed his fingers inside you, moving slow, deliberate, dragging out every reaction he could get.

“Look at you,” he groaned, lips brushing against your jaw. “So fucking wet for me.”

You hated how easy this was for him—how he could unravel you with just a touch, just a look. You wanted to fight him, to push back, to pretend you were still in control.

But then he slid his fingers out, flipping you onto your back, replacing them with his tongue, and all coherent thought disappeared.

You arched off the bed, fingers tangling in his hair as he pinned your hips down, keeping you exactly where he wanted. His name left your lips in a broken moan, your body trembling beneath him as he devoured you like he was starving.

And he didn’t stop. Not even when you came, not even when you tried to push him away, too sensitive, too overwhelmed. He just held you there, dragging you through another wave of pleasure until you were a gasping, shaking mess beneath him.

Only then did he pull away, his lips slick, his eyes dark with hunger.

“You’re not done yet,” he said, voice rough as he unbuckled his belt, letting his jeans drop to the floor.

You barely had time to catch your breath before he was on top of you again, pressing the tip of his cock against your entrance, teasing, making you whine in frustration.

“Tell me how bad you want it,” he demanded, gripping your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

You swallowed hard, pride clashing with desperation. You wanted to make him beg. You wanted to be the one in control.

But then he pushed in just an inch, stretching you open, making your head fall back with a strangled moan.

“Fuck—Thanos, please.”

That was all it took.

He thrust into you in one smooth motion, making you cry out, your nails digging into his back. He was thick, stretching you in a way that left you gasping for air, but he didn’t give you time to adjust. He set a brutal pace from the start, fucking into you like he was trying to break you.

And maybe he was.

“You feel so fucking good,” he growled, biting down on your shoulder as he slammed into you over and over, pulling out just enough to make you desperate before driving back in. “So fucking tight, taking me so well.”

Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, your walls clenching around him as pleasure coiled in your stomach. You didn’t care about control anymore. You didn’t care about anything except the way he felt inside you, stretching you, ruining you.

“Thanos—I’m gonna—”

“I know,” he groaned, his grip tightening on your hips, his thrusts growing rougher. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel it.”

And you did. Hard. Your body clenched around him as you cried out his name, pleasure crashing over you in waves. But he wasn’t done. He fucked you through your orgasm, his pace relentless, chasing his own release.

You barely had time to catch your breath before Thanos had you on your knees, pressing your chest against the mattress with a firm hand on your back. His other hand gripped your hip, fingers digging into your skin as he positioned himself behind you.

“You’re so fucking perfect like this,” he murmured, running his palm over the curve of your ass before delivering a sharp smack that made you gasp. “Made to be fucked.”

You shivered, anticipation making your whole body tense. He spread you open, dragging the head of his cock along your slick folds, teasing, making you whimper.

“Thanos—I can’t,” you whimpered, your voice breaking as tears welled in your eyes. Your body was spent, trembling, overstimulated beyond reason. You had already come three times—three, and yet he still wasn’t satisfied.

“Yes, you can,” he murmured against your ear, his voice dark, coaxing, dripping with lust. His fingers stroked lazy circles over your clit, making you jolt, your body betraying you despite the desperate plea on your lips. “Just one more. For me.”

“I—”

He didn’t let you finish. With one rough thrust, he buried himself inside you, stretching you wide, forcing your body to take all of him. A strangled moan ripped from your throat as he bottomed out, his fingers tightening on your hips.

"You can take it," he whispered, kissing the side of your neck as he fucked you right past your limits. "I know you can."

You couldn’t muster up a single word, instead you sobbed in pleasure and pain. You were so overstimulated, but fuck, it felt so good.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, rolling his hips, making you feel every inch of him. “You like this, don’t you? Being bent over, fucked like you belong to me.”

You bit your lip, refusing to answer, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

But then he pulled out almost completely before slamming back in, setting a brutal pace that had you gripping the sheets, struggling to stay upright.

“Answer me,” he demanded, his voice low, dangerous.

“Y-yes,” you gasped, your walls fluttering around him. “I love it.”

“That’s my girl.”

He fucked you harder, his grip bruising, his thrusts deep and relentless. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixing with the ragged moans you couldn’t hold back.

One of his hands slid around to your front, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that had you trembling beneath him.

“You gonna come for me again?” he growled, his other hand wrapping around your throat, pulling you back against his chest as he fucked into you. “Wanna feel you squeeze my cock.”

You couldn’t hold back. With a sharp cry, you came undone, your body tightening around him, waves of pleasure crashing over you.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Thanos groaned, his thrusts growing erratic as he chased his own release. He slammed into you one last time before spilling inside you, his grip on your throat tightening just enough to make your head spin.

For a moment, neither of you moved, your bodies tangled, your breaths heavy. Then he leaned in, pressing a rough kiss to your shoulder.

"I hope I didn’t ruin you," he murmured.

But he had. Completely.

—

The next morning, you woke up sore in the best way possible, tangled in expensive hotel sheets that smelled like him. The space next to you was empty, but the indent in the mattress was still warm.

You exhaled sharply, running a hand through your hair. Fuck. What the hell did you just do?

The sound of the bathroom door opening made you jolt upright. Thanos emerged, towel slung low on his hips, droplets of water sliding down his chest. He caught your gaze and smirked.

“Morning, señorita,” he drawled.

You scowled. “Don’t call me that.”

He chuckled, running a hand through his damp hair as he walked over to the bed. “You’re grumpy in the morning. Cute.”

You glared at him. “You should leave.”

His smirk faltered for a fraction of a second. Then he recovered, leaning down until his face was inches from yours. “You sure about that?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t.

Because the truth was, you weren’t sure at all.

Thanos watched you carefully, reading every flicker of hesitation in your eyes. You hated that about him—how easily he could see through you.

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to look away. “Yeah,” you said, but your voice wasn’t as sharp as you wanted it to be. “I’m sure.”

A beat of silence. Then, he exhaled a quiet laugh. “Liar.”

Your jaw clenched. “Thanos—”

“You’re gonna pretend last night didn’t happen?” He tilted his head, voice low and taunting. “Or just pretend you didn’t love every fucking second of it?”

Heat crept up your neck, shame and frustration tangling together in a way that made you feel sick. You didn’t answer, just pulled the sheets tighter around yourself.

Thanos clicked his tongue, his fingers brushing your chin as he tilted your face up to meet his gaze. “I’ll go,” he murmured, but there was something unreadable in his expression. “For now.”

Your breath caught. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

He smirked, leaning in just enough that his lips ghosted over yours. “You’ll see.”

Then, before you could say another word, he was gone.

You sat there, staring at the door long after it clicked shut, your pulse hammering in your throat.

Fuck.

You had a terrible, sinking feeling that this wasn’t over. Not even close.

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mrsmandalorian · 11 months ago

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nonsense

-- pedro x singer!f!reader one shot

summary: a surprise visitor at your first-ever coachella performance!

second part: espresso/main masterlist /word count: 4.5k

warnings: 18+ mdni, reader is able-bodied, smut!!!, and fluff!, drinking, drug use (edibles and smoking), switch sex, p in v, fingering, sexual teasing, pet names (mi amor, princesa, daddy, baby, baby girl, puppy, angel)

a/n: howdy everyone! was inspired by Sabrina Carpenter's Coachella performance to write this. let me know if you guys want a second story to Espresso lol. i would love to hear your feedback or comments! much love to everyone!! -maddie

Coachella was one of the most famous music festivals a musician could play at. It was such an honor to be on the setlist. It is incredible to perform a night each weekend in a row. This might be the most significant break in your career. Something felt missing.

The crowd started to get excited as the set time grew nearer. The nerves shot through you as you took deep breaths. You were trying to get over the feelings going through your mind.

“Are you alright?” one of the backup dancers asks as they help you with the earpiece. As you look yourself over in the mirror, you see the beautiful outfit that was personalized to fit you wonderfully, with your hair done beautifully.

You were ready.

“Yes, I am ready!” You smiled at your team as you took hold of your microphone. The band starts playing one of your most famous songs. The lights went dark as the band played the first cords of the song. The crowd roared in anticipation. You slowly stepped out into the darkness and started the melody.

The lights pour onto the stage, and the crowd goes wild. They get the first glance at you with your sexy and luxurious outfit. You smirk to yourself at the attention as you scan through the crowd. All the exciting and loyal fans in the crowd as they sing every verse with you. You follow the dance choreography you have practiced and performed many times. Once the music was going, it was hard not to get stuck into it and forget about the hundreds of people in front of you. The crowd was going wild as they sang along to your new song.

You continued the song as you had images of the reason for it, smirking to yourself. Pedro makes you feel like you're on cloud nine, from how he treats you publicly to the bedroom activities. A few songs highlighted the bedroom activities. You had never written such “edgy, sexy” songs before you met him. The secret love affair had made all of you so happy. He still made you content and secured in your relationship even miles and hours away from him.

As you go through the song and move around more, you look into the VIP areas and see many familiar faces. You don’t pay much attention as you have to end the song. You were so busy entertaining your fans that you did not notice who had slipped into the VIP section alongside both of your mutual friends. You were so focused on the choreography and in your element. The show was a big deal and a performance with dances and graphics for all the songs on the giant screens. You were singing your last song of the night, which was Nonsense. It was one of your favorite songs to perform, as it gave the audience the mood for the evening. The song represented something personal to you: your secret relationship with your new lover, Pedro Pascal, the whole internet’s boyfriend. It was interesting to see social media go crazy over who the song might be for. Some had the correct answers, but it was still a new and private relationship.

The lights fall as the melody starts. “I think that you guys will enjoy this next song! I have seen all the tiktoks, by the way.” You joke into the darkness and receive a wild response from the crowd. You take a few breaths and get into position in a very sexy pose, along with the dancers, waving at the sweet fans who can see you.

“No (La-la, la-la) da-ah-ah, ah (Ah-ah, uh, uh, uh, yeah)”

As the song begins, the spotlight shines only on you. You scan over the crowd with a smirk. It was one of the sexy, edgy songs you wrote because of your lover. There are butterflies in your stomach from nerves to play something as personal as this song, especially for such a big and reactive crowd.

“Think I only want one number on my phone I might change your contact to "Don't leave me alone." You said you like my eyes, and you like to make them roll Treat me like a queen; now you got me feelin' thrown, oh.”

The stage lights illuminate the whole stage as you walk around and sway your hips to the music. During the lyrics, you stop and try to sing with your fans as you make your way to the side of your VIP area to see those familiar faces.

“But I can't help myself When you get close to me Baby, my tongue goes numb Sounds like blah, blah, blee”

As you sing towards the area, your eyes linger over your friend group of non-famous friends to Sarah Paulson, which causes you to smile at them. You continue to scan the section until they land on HIM. The person that this song was written about. He was being his goofy and adorable self as he sang along with you. This causes you to mess up with a blush but quickly recover as the next verse comes.

“I don't want no one else (don't want) Baby, I'm in too deep Here's a lil' song I wrote (a song I wrote) It's about you and me (me)”

The eye contact that he held with you as you sang your filthy thoughts of him directly to him with a huge smirk. You continued to perform as you moved your hips a little more to the choreography because of him. In the following verses, you look away as you sing to your fans.

“I'll be honest Lookin' at you got me thinkin' nonsense Cartwheels in my stomach when you walk in And when you got your arms around me Ooh, it feels so good. I had to jump the octave I think I got an ex but I forgot him And I can't find my chill, I must have lost it I don't even know I'm talkin' nonsense I'm talkin', I'm talkin' (ah)”

You twirl your hair and sway your hips back to his side of the stage as your dancers follow close behind you. Make eye contact with him to ensure he is focused on you now.

“I'm talkin' all around clock I'm talkin' hope nobody knocks I'm talkin' opposite of soft I'm talkin' wild, wild thoughts You gotta keep up with me I got some young energy I caught the L-O-V-E How do you do this to me?”

You follow the choreography correctly as you hold flirty eye contact with him. Once you go over the chorus again and start to finish the song, you stand in your final position in the middle of the stage. You send him a wink and blow a kiss, then turn your attention to your fans.

“You guys have been absolutely the best! I hope you all enjoyed it and hope to see you again next weekend! I love you, and please stay safe!” You say after you show appreciation to your band and dancers. You wave and bow as the crowd goes wild and chant your name as the lights go down.

As you run backstage with your crew, laughing and smiling, you give all of them well-deserved love and appreciation. Your manager is there with water and a hug.” You did amazing! They loved you!” they say as you drink your water and wipe the sweat. Now celebrate! Not too hard!”

You follow their instructions as you see your friends run up as you exit the backstage towards your tent. They all sang praises and love and hugged you. After a while, you finally met the handsome brown eyes again, but closer this time. You jog up to him in your tight-fitting outfit with a big smile as the two collide in a hug, throwing your arms around his neck. He was wearing a button-up shirt with the first set of buttons undone, dark jeans, and his oversized glasses and baseball cap.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You say with a smile as you look up to him. He smirked as he got ready to say something witty back to you. You interrupt it with a short but passionate kiss on his lips. “I’m happy you’re here! How long have you been here?” Your hands land on his exposed chest, which makes him pull you closer.

He chuckles at you as he sees the adrenaline still pumping through you as you chatter to him. “I just decided to come to see my favorite person perform at Coachella. My schedule can wait two days. I’ve been here the whole time. You were great, beautiful.” He keeps his voice so no one else can hear your conversation. You feel his hands slide down your hips a little bit. “Also, where did you get this little number, and why haven’t I ever seen it?” Letting his thick fingers run over the design against your lower sides.

The compliments give you a confidence boost on top of your adrenaline rush. You bite your lip as his hands wander slightly until they settle on your lower back. “I planned on changing before we celebrate, but if you like it, I can keep it on.” You whisper into his ear, then look back at his expression.

His eyes darkened from your comment, causing him to pull you a little closer. “I like that idea,” He whispers in your ear as his lips graze your neck with a few pecks. Before you both could continue, your friends gathered you into other event areas. The group stayed together as they went to different stages to watch other artists, including Doja Cat and Lana Del Rey.

Pedro and you both socialized and drank with all your friends as you celebrated your incredible performance. There were edibles taken sometime in all the fun. He would occasionally hold onto you as you both danced closely. You both let loose, and as you can see, everyone was far from wasted. You were letting your bodies get as close as possible, hips grinding onto his. His hands would run down your sides and tease you. Stealing kisses from each other, and the sexual tension was through the roof.

The feeling of being watched makes you look around every once in a while. The camera flashes and excited screams from people around you made you realize that your relationship might not be that much of a secret now. Pedro and you interacted with lovely, chill fans who casually recognized you. You had some groups that would call over to Pedro as “daddy” as he played it off like a champ.

“Vamos, mi amor,” Pedro whispers in your ear as he grips his gentle hands around your waist. You meet his erotic brown eyes that make your cheeks burn hard as you squeeze your thighs together. Pedro was very facially expressive because you could read his thoughts whenever you looked into him. His thoughts were highly naughty, and it was time to go home. “I wondered how you felt about calling it for a night and heading back to your room for a nice bath.”

You look around at everyone in the crew and see your friends slowing their nights down, which doesn’t make you worried about causing another upset. Meeting the brown eyes again, you give him an arguing grin as you throw back your head with a laugh.

“I thought you might like that idea, Hermosa. Let’s tell them all good night and get going,” he whispers again in your ear as he gently pulls you towards your group of friends. Both of you take the time to say goodbye to your friends and thank them for supporting you. Pedro’s loud laugh pulls you away from your friends as you meet his warm eyes. He hugs everyone and draws you into his hip with an arm around your waist. “Goodnight, everyone. Safe travels!”

There were plenty of farewells, naughty things, and cat calls as you leaned against Pedro, who turned around with a silly face and middle finger gesture. He helps guide you to the Uber you take to your hotel room for the night. As you lay your head in his lap, the car ride was full of stolen kisses and laughter.

“You were an absolute star tonight, mi amor,” Pedro says as he traces his fingers along the straps of his outfit, letting his fingers run down to his cleavage. That last song was very cheeky. I wonder who that could be about.”

“Thank you. It was about one of my lovers. You might know him,” You joke with him, trying not to moan. His wandering fingers turn into wandering palms as they slowly paw at your breast.

“Oh, you are playing hard to get whenever I already have you smitten,” he mumbles, only where you could hear him. The car comes to a stop as you arrive at your hotel. You quickly get out of the vehicle as Pedro follows closely behind you. You couldn’t keep your hands off one another as you walked through the empty hotel halls. Acting as strangers whenever you encounter a person, you giggle with each other once you come back together.

Once you find your room, Pedro checks to see if the hallway is clear. He uses a little force with his grip as he leans you against your shut door. Letting his hands explore before they landed on your bottom, kneading your ass. One of his hands comes up to cup your jaw as he lines his lips up with yours, passionately kissing yours. His body closes into yours as you let him control the situation as you follow his lead. After grinding bodies and long, passionate kisses, you pull away, trying to catch your breath as you stare up at him with your cheeks burning. “We should get inside,” you say as you turn around the door, fumbling with the door. Pedro stepped back a little and watched as you struggled a bit.

“Why are you so frizzled, mi amor?” He whispers against your neck and presses the front of his body to your back. Feeling his stiff member against your backside along with his hot breath, almost making you moan out at contact. “Let me help you.” He helps you inside as you giggle and follow him.

Pedro and you have been messing around for a while now. You have not discussed a relationship status or anything, but neither of you hooked up with others. He treats you like a significant other the way he respects your boundaries and doesn’t hide his affection towards you.

“Let’s go put that beautiful bathtub you sent me a picture of yesterday to good use,” he teases you as he takes off his baseball cap, which makes his hair go all over the place. He starts unbuttoning more of his shirt as his chest becomes bare. You can’t resist running your hands down his chest as he looks at you with a smirk.

He spanks your ass hard with a groan because of your hands on him. “Let’s go, sweetheart,” he says as he pats your ass to get you to start moving. Once in the bathroom, turn on the large white tub to create a perfect mix of hot and cold. He grips your hips as he runs his hands to the back of your outfit. “Whoever designed this little piece is a fucking genius. It is beautiful and flatters you greatly.”

“Well, thank you, Pedro. I might have had you in mind when I got it designed. I was going to send you some pictures tonight whenever I came back here,” you smirked and winked at him in the mirror as he helped you undo the outfit. He kissed down your body as the fabric went off, making chills run across your body. The time apart doesn’t affect you emotionally, but how your body reacts tells the absolute truth. The way your heart rate skyrockets as his lips make their way to your mound.

You leaned against the counter for support as your outfit fell onto the floor, leaving you only in underwear. You make eye contact with Pedro as he continues to kiss and lick down your lower half. He hooks his large fingers under the top band of your panties as he meets your eyes for approval. You give him a slight nod and grin as his feather-like kisses follow the material as he pulls them down your legs. Throwing your head back as you try not to make a noise as he runs his tongue just above your clit. You make a frustrated groan as his tongue suddenly leaves your skin, leaving goosebumps.

Pedro chuckles softly as he sees how your body reacts to him, pulling away with a smirk on his lips. He stands up as he pushes his body against yours, pulling your hips into his. “You are such a good girl for me. Your body is always ready for me,” he whispers as he ducks his head to kiss your neck. “Let’s go in, mi amor.” He gets in first so you can sit in between his thick thighs. He helps you as you slide in between his legs, back against his chest. His rigid member pressed against your lower back, his hands tease your nipples after you get settled. He couldn’t help but let his hands wander as he settled comfortably behind you. He rubs out your sore body but lets his hands focus on your most sensitive spots.

His gentle but firm hands run on either side of your hips as his kisses lay on your shoulders. He inhaled deeply against your skin, causing you to tense up your back as it chills down your spine. He moves his hands from your hips towards your mound. You used one hand to spread your left leg apart, holding it still with just one large hand. His right hand found its way down to tease your slit, playing with your sweet lips. You felt the member on your back begin to throb as he slightly rubbed himself against you. You let out your needy moans and sounds continuous as he worked his fingers against you.

He kept teasing you and kissing your shoulder and neck with his scruffy face. You had enough of his teasing and rigid member. It was rare that you switched roles, but you were both switches. (You can’t tell me that Pedro is not a switch.) You slide out of his grip as you meet his eyes once you are turned around to face him.

You grasp onto his rigid member, holding yourself up on the sides of the tub. He squirms and lets out a moan as you hold yourself over him. “I’m tired of the teasing, Pascal. It’s my turn,” you say as you ease your entrance slowly onto his throbbing tip. You find a comfortable position for your legs as you keep going up and down on his tip. He lets out a loud ‘fuck’ and moans as he squeezes his eyes close. His hands move to your hips, letting you take control. You start to ride him as you push your breast into his face.

One of his hands moved from your hips to grip your tit, “who gave you permission to touch me?” You whisper almost into his ear as he looks up at you with big brown eyes.

“Sorry, miss,” he whimpers back as your speed of volatile movements onto his cock increases. He leans back and rests his arms on the back of the tub as he lets you ride the hell out of him. He bites his lip and squeezes his eyes as he groans out in pleasure. “Fuck, mi amor.”

“You like this, don’t you?” You firmly ask him as you force his face into the middle of your tits. He starts to motorboat your breast as you suffocate him gently. The scruff from his face makes you more sensitive than you thought, riding his member harder. “You start fucking me hard, baby. Thrust your big cock into me.”

He meets your eyes with pleasing brown eyes to satisfy your needs. His pleas make you smirk as you nod. Pedro begins to slam his hips into you, moaning as he does. “Thank you, thank you for letting me fuck you.” He pants as he thrusts deep inside of you, feeling his throbbing member hitting every spot.

He grips your body, and his thrust begins to become more rapid as you continue to ride his giant member. Every thrust has the purpose of pleasing you; his hand works its way back up to your breast. He plays aggressively with your nipple, pinching and sucking on it. His other hand gripped onto your ass as his rhythm stayed deep and hard. The overstimulation of his hands and the member inside of you causes you to scream out in pleasure, “Good puppy.” You whimper as you feel your orgasm coming sooner as he leans up and thrusts into you. Pedro chose the pet name on one of the first nights you had taken control of the action.

Eventually, with his rapid thrust and wandering hands, your body starts to shake as you are overcome with pleasure. “Keep going, puppy,” you whimper as he continues to work out your orgasm. “Such a good puppy.” You whisper as you run your hands over his chest. Your body falls into his as you overcome your orgasm, gripping onto his as he continues to pleasure you. He pulls out and fingers your wet pussy, licking his fingers after you finish.

You both lay in the tub for a while as you overcome your orgasm. He held you as you came down from your high, kissing your head. “Was that good for you, mi amor?” He asks gently as he pulls you into his chest. He moved the hair from your face, rubbing his hands down your waist.

You gently nod against him as the day catches up with you. After a few minutes, you get tired of the cramped space of the tub. “Let’s get out, baby,” you mumble to him as you lean up, earning a grunt in return. The guilt of not pleasuring Pedro silently overcame you as you exited the bathtub.

The sound of a low grunt makes you return to the tub as the broad man emerges. You smile mischievously at him as he glances up to meet your grin. His member is still very much erect as he steps in front of you. The fun part of being switch partners was that it could change in a flash. You give Pedro a knowing look as he meets your eyes and stands before you. His eyes and grin light up on his face as he gently guides you onto the counter behind you. “My turn, princesa,” he mumbles and spreads your legs apart as he pushes himself in between them. He pulls your body towards the edge of the counter so your legs wrap around him.

You lean your back against the counter as he holds your lower half, rubbing his throbbing cock against your slick entrance. He leans over your body, sucking on one of your nipples to get a reaction out of you, which it did as you let out a loud moan. Your body reacted as well as it pushed farther onto his member. You both let out a pleasurable sound as his tongue runs down your chest to your stomach. Your hips start to tease him as they grind against him, which causes him to spank the side of your ass. “No, ma’am, it’s daddy’s turn,” he smirks up at you as he moves one of his hands to your nipple. His fingers quickly fondle your right nipple as you moan loudly. “You let daddy fuck your sweet, sweet pussy?”

You let out a satisfied groan as his hand moved down your entrance, gently rubbing you as his thumb ran over your sensitive clit. After gently teasing your pussy with his fingers, he lubed himself up with his fingers from your wetness. His large member enters you again as he holds onto your hips. He pushes inside slowly as you both let out moans.

“You’re so fucking wet, angel. Did ya miss daddy?” He asks as he grips your hips harder, thrusting inside of you. You give a desperate nod as your hands grip onto the edge of the counter. Pedro takes his time as he edges himself in and out of you, giving you all the praises. He pulls up your upper body so your bodies grind against one another, one arm wrapped around your waist and the other holding your back. “Good girl.”

The friction from the position on your mound makes it hard not to moan and squirm in pleasure. His thrust becomes more rigid and repetitive as his grip holds you gently but firmly. You could feel your orgasm approaching as well from the position. “I’m about to cum, Daddy,” you whimpered as you gripped his firm broad shoulders.

His mouth meets your ear as he groans into your ear. His heavy breathing makes your back arch and push into his thrust more. “Wait for me, baby girl,” he mumbles into your ear as his thrust becomes more sloppy. “Come for me, angel.” He sets you down on the counter as his hands grip your breast, twiddling your nipples with his thick fingers.

Before long, both of you came together with your bodies grinding against one another, along with satisfied noises.

Pedro’s warm brown eyes meet yours before he kisses you. The two of you might not have a title, but the sparks were there every touch. “Such a good girl, angel,” he says as he gently pulls out of you. “Let’s take a quick shower.” He helps you into the shower, where the two of you help wash one another and joke around with stolen kisses in between. After getting ready, Pedro carries you into bed as the two of you order dessert from room service. The rest of the night was full of laughter and heavy makeout. The two of you cuddle up to some cheesy movie and fall asleep midway through it.

These were the perfect nights for you to write a whole album about your feelings for this cheeky, handsome man.

thank you for reading! let me know what you think!🤍

#pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal imagine #din dijarin fanfiction #ppcu fanfiction #ppcu #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal characters fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #pedro x you

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asystol · 8 months ago

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KISS OF LIFE at WATERBOMB SEOUL 2024

✩ ⌒ . HIGHLIGHTS

nakyung’s first time at waterbomb and she had so much fun!!

though her main concern was not falling when the stage got too wet😭

she was super excited to perform the original choreography in front of ppl like idk she LOVES LOVES performing she loves hearing ppl cheer and scream her name

fans posted her reaction to julie taking her shirt off😭 she gasped, fanning herself before reaching for her own shirt

also dw she had like a skin colored bandeau top under her bikini top similar to julie i just didnt feel like finding one and adding it

her part of sticky in the last part with her in the center also went viral

literally give this girl any opportunity and she WILL be shaking her ass

girl she almost got stung by a bee while on stage… she kept backing away and almost fell into the backup dancers but they caught her😭 she does not like bugs…

i want to say the most important thing for after the performance . She had so much fun watching shinee’s minho perform in the crowd like she pushed herself up to the front

and fans that were there posted videos and pics of her singing the lyrics with kiof surrounding her sjdjdndj

eunbi had her come up on stage with her 🥺 hate using that emoji but thats how her fans im just going to name them nakoritas felt

she also stayed to watch natty with jay and then left after natty left the stage and sunmi and yugyeom!!

the next day she went and basically watched the entire thing like she loved the entire lineup for that day fr

she didnt go to the first day but wishes she did so she could see fromis, hwasa, chungh, kang daniel, and chuu :( and CHA EUNWOO?? girl she was pissed

she made a lot of tiktoks during waterbomb and more than half are of her in the bathroom or dressing room sjfndjdj

all in all, a very fun time for nakiof! 10/10 would do again

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minghaoslatina · 10 months ago

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WHAT A COINCIDENCE!

pairing: idol!wooyoung x female!reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: mentions of pregnancy, mentions of sex but not really, making out, condoms, pregnancy test, fluff

a/n 💌: the way I said I would post this like last week 😅🔫

now playing 🎧 supernatural by ariana grande

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

You and Wooyoung exchange puzzled looks as you both step into the dance studio. All the members are already there, and they give you both curious glances as you walk in.

"Is everything alright?" you ask, feeling perplexed by their suspicious expressions.

"We should be asking you that," Hongjoong responds with a hint of mystery in his voice.

"What do you mean?" Wooyoung sets down his dance bag and joins the rest of the members. Just as the tension in the room escalates, their backup dancers burst in, ready to learn a new choreography.

"We'll talk about it later," Seonghwa says with a slight smirk.

You shoot Wooyoung a confused look and step aside to observe them dance. Wooyoung always insists on having you there, claiming you're his good luck charm, but you know he just wants to impress you. Nonetheless, you enjoy watching him do what he loves.

As their practice draws to a close, you find yourself feeling a bit uneasy. What did the members need to talk to you and Wooyoung about? Before you can dwell on it further, Wooyoung collapses next to you on the floor and reaches out his arm dramatically as if he's about to faint. You chuckle and reach into your backpack for a water bottle to give him as everyone leaves except Wooyoung and his members.

"My girl is the best," Wooyoung sighs as he sits up to gulp down the water. You can't help but notice a few water droplets trickling down his pretty neck.

"Are you pregnant?" Mingi's sudden question catches both of you off guard, the words hanging in the air like a shocking revelation. Wooyoung's eyes widen, and he starts choking on his water. You quickly stand up and pat him on the back before turning to face the members, your mind reeling with disbelief.

"No! Why would you think that?" you ask in disbelief. The boys exchange glances before looking at Hongjoong, who seems to be hiding something behind his back.

"This fell out of your purse yesterday while you were here..." Wooyoung nearly faints when he sees Hongjoong pull out a pregnancy test. The room falls silent, the tension palpable, as everyone waits for an explanation.

"I can explain," you hastily interject before Wooyoung jumps to conclusions.

"Is that yours? But we've never..." You quickly cover his mouth before he says anything.

"Never what?" Yeosang asks, genuinely confused.

"Had se-" Yunho is quick to cover Mingi's mouth. Yeosang now regrets his life decisions.

Jongho looks at you, puzzled. "Then why do you have a pregnancy test?" he asks.

You took a deep breath before responding, knowing that this was supposed to be a secret. "A female staff member asked me to do her a favor and get her a pregnancy test. She seemed really scared, and I felt bad for her, so I agreed to help. She gave me the money, and I bought it for her. Just to clarify, I am not pregnant, nor do I have any intention of getting pregnant," you explained, hoping to ease the tension. Wooyoung frowned at your words, his eyes filled with a mix of sadness and disappointment, but decided to stay silent for the moment. The others nodded slowly as if they were processing your words.

Right on cue, the female staff member walked in nervously, her eyes darting around the room. You discreetly took the pregnancy test from Hongjoong and handed it to her with a polite smile. The members, their curiosity piqued, stay silent out of respect, their eyes staying on the ground.

"Can we go now?" you ask, nodding toward the dance studio door.

"Yes, let's head out," Wooyoung responds, reaching for his black bag in the corner. The rest of the boys also gather their belongings, preparing to shower and unwind for the day.

"Wooyoung, do you have an extra water bottle?" San asks as he notices two spare water bottles in Wooyoung's open bag.

"No, I don't," Wooyoung replies playfully.

"Come on, just one, please," San pleads, tugging at one strap of his open bag while Wooyoung holds onto the other. They engage in a playful tug-of-war over the water bottles. Everything seems to go in slow motion as the bag falls, and a bunch of condoms appear on the floor. You are the first to cover your mouth in surprise. Half the members burst out laughing while the others stood there in shock.

"Liars! You're pregnant," Mingi accuses, pointing toward you and Wooyoung back and forth.

"I swear those are not mine," Wooyoung panics, "Baby, I swear, those are not mine," he says, facing you. You are still in shock with a hand over your mouth. A pregnancy test? Condoms? This looks so wrong.

"Wow, you guys are freaks," San laughs after picking up a condom and reading the size.

"At least they're using protection," Seonghwa shrugs. You are about to explain the misunderstanding before one of the backup dancers walks in.

"Wooyoung, I think I took your bag by accident," the backup dancer explains with a chuckle. He does not seem the least bit bothered that his condoms are on the floor. Wooyoung is quick to exchange the bags and lets out a sigh of relief when he leaves.

"See? I told you they weren't mine," Wooyoung explains, with a look of relief on his face. You feel your heart pounding in your chest as you take a moment to let the tension drain away.

"Things keep getting weirder and weirder," Yeosang sighs, his brow furrowed as he exits the dance studio. As the other members follow Yeosang out, it's just you and Wooyoung left in the room.

"Wow, what a crazy coincidence," you say, trying to infuse some humor into the situation as you let out a nervous laugh and a sigh of relief.

"Yeah... who would have thought," Wooyoung says, his brow still slightly furrowed in contemplation.

"Is everything okay?" you ask, with a tinge of worry in your voice. You hope he doesn't think you're being dishonest. The thought of him doubting you is unbearable.

"Can I ask you something?" Wooyoung hesitates before speaking. "Do you not want to have kids?"

"Um, well, not right now," you reply, caught off guard by the sudden turn in the conversation. You'd never really considered it until now. Before meeting Wooyoung, you hadn't pictured yourself having children, but his kind and compassionate nature has made you reconsider everything. Your sweet, sweet Wooyoung. His heart is so big.

"So, you do want kids?" Wooyoung's eyes light up with hope. He's worried about pushing you too hard, but he's relieved to hear your answer.

"Yeah, I think I do. Especially if you're the dad," you say with a shy grin, gently nudging him. He chuckles warmly and takes hold of your hand.

"It would be an honor to be the father of our kids," he says with a genuine smile.

Your heart swells with joy. "Our kids," you say softly.

"Let's head out, pretty," Wooyoung says, planting a soft kiss on your cheek before guiding you out of the room.

As you both drive to his dorm, the two of you excitedly discuss potential baby names, playfully teasing each other along the way. When you arrive at the dorm, the other members are all gathered in front of the TV, engrossed in a soccer game. Wooyoung quickly freshens up and joins them, and you decide to relax and watch Netflix in his room.

An hour later, Wooyoung enters the room and closes the door behind him. He immediately collapses on top of you, causing you to let out a surprised yelp before embracing him.

"I missed you already," Wooyoung whines, squeezing you tightly.

"It's only been an hour," you laugh, feeling grateful for his affection.

"Too long," Wooyoung mumbles, unwilling to let go as he holds you close.

"I can totally picture our future kids being just as affectionate as you," you tease, playfully poking the dot on his lips.

"You think?" Wooyoung giggles, adjusting his position on top of you to catch your gaze.

"Absolutely," you nod and smile up at him. He looks into your eyes for a second before he starts making out with you. You quickly pull away from your compromising position when someone opens the door.

"Mingi, you have terrible timing!" you exclaim as Mingi jokingly yells, "Liars!" before quickly closing the door.

Feeling a little flustered, you seek refuge in Wooyoung's embrace, burying your face in his chest. Wooyoung laughs with you, resting his forehead against yours.

"Should we start making babies now," Wooyoung suggests playfully while wiggling his eyebrows.

"Shut up," you laugh and push him off you (out of love).

You've never felt so happy.

🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

#wooyoung x reader #wooyoung #wooyoung ateez #ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez oneshot #ateez wooyoung #wooyoung x y/n #wooyoung x you

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taurizzz · 2 years ago

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I just read your story of bada breaking up with y/n, and what if a pt2? And y/n grew more popular with her dance videos and was invited of sfw2? And bada is shocked to see her there while y/n is being cold to bada and reserved?

— bada broke up with y/n but bada is down bad, and will not let y/n go again.

it had been two and a half years since bada broke up with you, and a year since she broke up with howl.

you were doing really well. your name had blown up in the dance world, bada would see your videos everywhere online and would constantly check your instagram to see what you were up to.

it was safe to say that bada missed the fuck out of you. and that she was obsessed.

she watched your videos where you were a backup dancer for some famous artist, learnt the choreographies you made, made choreographies herself to songs she knew you liked.

imagine the tall girl's shock when mnet is showing her and her crew profiles of the other dancers, your face pops up with your name is bold, "Y/n Y/Ln".

her crew gasps, a million thoughts running through each of their minds. they knew the history between you and their leader, yet many of them were also fans of your work... some even attending your dance classes without bada knowing.

for you, your stomach sunk to the ground, tempting you to crawl into a hole for the rest of your days as you learnt that your ex-girlfriend was also going to be on the show.

great. just great, this is exactly what i need :/

bada was excited to see your pretty face after so long. she couldn't contain herself as your crew's name pops up on the big screen, shyly squeezing lusher's hand as you and your crew walk out and down the stairs.

you looked really nice. you looked better than you did two and a half years ago somehow. bada couldn't take her eyes off you, silently begging for you to look at her back.

but you didn't.

you walked straight past, head up, an air of confidence surrounding you as you and your crew make way to your stand... on the opposite side of Bebe.

you kept your eyes on the big screen, watching your evaluation video, not missing bada's stare out of your peripheral.

can she just leave me alone?

once all the crews were introduced, as well as the host and judges, all the dancers were given fifteen minutes to get changed into their dance clothes.

as you made your way to your crew's hideout room, you could hear your name being called. and you didn't even need to turn around to know who it was.

you decide to ignore bada and keep walking behind your crew, until a hand grips your wrist, spinning you around.

your eye level with bada's lips. her pink fluffy lips. the lips that you once loved to kiss so much and couldn't get enough of.

"y/n, hi." bada smiles down at you. you have to look away or your self-control that you've worked on all this time would disappear in a second.

keeping a straight face, you take a step back and cross your arms, "what do you want bada?"

bada wasn't used to the coldness in your tone or the harshness in your eyes. but she couldn't blame you, it was her fault that you've become this way.

"i missed you," bada confesses quietly.

is she serious? is she fucking serious? you scoff, shaking your head in disbelief. tears start welling in your eyes, you struggle to swallow them down.

"how cruel are you, bada lee? you completely destroy my heart out of nowhere, start dating someone else straight away, then i see you for the first time after two and a half years, and you want to tell me you miss me?! you really know how to play with someone's feelings, bada. just leave me alone."

bada knew then and there she was going to spend the rest of her life making it up to you. because even though you told her to leave you alone, the universe had placed you in her life once again and this time, she wasn't going to let you.

"i let you go once, y/n. it was the worst mistake in my life, and i will never make it again."

helloooo,

thank you for your request, i hope i didn’t let you down with how short it is!

if i did, i’m sorry ;-; i really just wanted to end it with simp bada, i didn’t find it right to add in y/n and bada’s reunion arc into this so maybe i’ll write a third part about it… hmm

anyways! hope y’all are having a great day!

lots of love,

j <3

#bada lee #bada lee x reader #bada lee x y/n #bada is simp #y/n stands her ground

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strniohoeee · 1 year ago

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hii can u please write a matt fic where reader is a singer(shes his gf already) and she had a show one day so when she performed he was there and like the choreography for one of the dances was very slutty(kinda like vigilante shit live performance by taylor swift)and then the night they are at home and they’re in bed matts like “u looked so fucking hot today doing that dance” and one thing leads to another and smutty smut smut happens totally fine if u dont like this idea love u💕

Remedy

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N is a singer and after a seductive performance Matt is left feeling some type of way. Will he act on these urges??🌑

Warnings⚠️: SMUTTTTT. Mirror sex, slight choking, matt being a little slutttt, and that’s about all. Enjoyyyy teehee🤭

Song for the imagine: Novacane- Frank Ocean

⚠️This is an 18+ imagine, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

But there's no drug around

Quite like what I found in you, you

I loved singing and I was so fortunate enough to be Matt’s girlfriend because he knew people and was able to get me gigs. I was so fucking thankful for him because without him I would still be singing in my room and posting it to YouTube.

Tonight I actually had a show for this talent show type of thing in town. It was a pretty big event, but also a talent show designed by people who are looking to scout out the next Ariana Grande. I was super grateful that Matt was able to pull some strings and get me in. I wasn’t sure that I wanted to be this huge famous singer, but to catch the eyes of people who could make me famous, and just get my name out there a little more did sound appealing.

I was super excited to perform this set because I was able to get a few backup dancers and come up with a seductive and powerful dance. I actually was so excited to step outside of my comfort zone and perform something totally different.

Currently I was getting ready with my backup dancers waiting to be called next, and I was so fucking nervous I mean I never did anything like this, and to have Matt, Chris and Nick all watching formed a pit in my stomach.

Not to mention this was my first time dancing on stage in front of a bunch of people in heels….. I was so fucking scared. We wore black blazers with black lingerie under, fishnet stockings and red heels. This was all so new to me I felt like throwing up. I’ve never worn anything like this publically. But I decided to shake it off, and get ready.

My group and I were the last ones on stage, and we decided they would walk out first, and then me. I looked onto the stage and saw the props being set up, black chairs where we would basically be doing lap dances on. God why did I want to throw up so much? I think it was the fact that Matt and his brothers were front row…

They called out my name, and my girls walked out first sitting the chairs with their legs crossed. I took one last deep breath before walking out and standing sitting in my chair. Suddenly the lights when up on us, and the song started playing

“I bust the windows out your car, and no it didn’t mend my broken heart” I sang out looking up

“I’ll probably always have these ugly scars, but right now. i don’t care about that part” I sang slowly getting up from my chair

I kept singing as I slowly unbuttoned my blazer. Earning cheers from the crowd

I slowly walked to my chair standing behind it “You see you can’t just play with peoples feelings” I sang as I seductively ran my hand down the front of the chair

“Tell them you love them, and don’t mean it” I sang walking to the front of chair

Slowly I turned around bending over slightly to show my ass as I sat down on the chair, giving my back to the crowd.

“You’ll probably say that it was juvenile, but I think that I deserve to smile” I sang running my hand through my hair

Two of my backup dancers came over helping me out of my blazer. Allowing my half naked body to be on display

I leaned back showcasing my neck and half covered breast to the crowd

“I bust the windows out your car, You know I did cause i left my mark” I sang slowly coming back up

I turned over continuing to sing as I ran my hands over my body, spreading my legs and leaning forward. Locking eyes with Matt in the crowd

My backup dancers came over to me running their hands all over my body as I rolled my neck back as I sang.

As I sang we started to dance swaying our bodies, grabbing onto each other. They circled me before getting down on their knees raking their hands up my legs and to my ass

“You could never feel how I felt that day. Until that happens baby you don’t know pain” I sang as we did our next move which was laying on the floor with our legs spread open, and then putting our right left over the left and turning us over. Lifting our ass off the floor slowly as I continued to sing.

“You broke my heart, so I broke your car” I sang slowly getting up and running my hands up my body

“You caused me pain, so I did the same” I sang as we swayed our hips to the beat

We were nearing the end of the performance, and I never felt more powerful than now.

As I sang the last part I seductively walked over to my chair sitting down, and one of my dancers came over sitting on my lap as I ran my hands up her body.

“Now watch, I bust the windows out your car” I sang before the song ended

Everyone was standing up cheering and clapping and whistling at us. We all got up bowing and waving at everyone blowing kisses before we ran off stage.

“HOLY SHIT THAT WAS AMAZING GUYS” I said to my girls

“Dude we fucking killed it” they said as we tried to catch our breath

“I’m so proud of you guys for killing it tonight” I said pulling them into a group hug

We all changed into our regular clothes, saying our goodbyes and heading out. I met Matt and his brothers outside.

“Babyyyyy you fucking did amazing holy shit” Matt said smiling at me and pulling me in for a hug

“Thank you baby” I said kissing him

“Y/N you fucking ate that shit up, I would’ve never thought you were like that” Nick said hugging me too

“I was so nervous I didn’t think I had that in me either” I said laughing

“Yeah I almost felt like I wasn’t supposed to see some of those moves” Chris said laughing and hugging me

“Stoppp thank you guys” I said laughing

We headed out to have a celebratory dinner before heading back home.

When we got back to the triplets house I decided to shower and change into some pajamas before heading to Matt’s bed.

“Thank you for coming tonight” I said to Matt as I snuggled up to him

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world” he said winking at me

“You’re too good to me” I said kissing him

“My sexy girlfriend singing and dancing, how could I not be front row” he said smiling into the kiss

“You’re making me blush” I said smacking his chest playfully

“That dance was so fucking hot, and that outfit whewww could’ve sworn I got hard” he said in a whisper

“Oh yeah?” I asked smirking at him

“Might have to buy you more lingerie and fishnets now” he said licking his lips

“You dirty boy” I said to him

He glanced at me before pulling me in to smash our lips together. A heated kiss full of tongue and clashing teeth. So needy and hungry….fuck I needed Matt now

He pulled me on top of him, deepening our kiss as he ran his hands down my back and to my ass, gripping.

“God you drive me crazy” he said pulling away and running his tongue along his teeth

“I need you like now” I said running my fingers along his face

“Me too” he said his pupil dilated

I lifted up pulling my shirt off exposing my chest to Matt as I leaned forward smashing our lips together again. Running my hands up Matt’s shirt causing him to shiver.

I moved my kisses to his jawline, and then down to his neck. Peppering kisses down his neck causing him to moan

“Feeling good Matty?” I asked looking up at him

“Always” he said breathlessly

Matt lifted up to remove his shirt

“I love your tattooed arm” I said running my hands along his arm looking over at him to see him already staring at me

“Yeah?” He asked his chest rising up and down

“So so hot…maybe you can fuck me with your arm around my neck” I said winking at him

His eyes widen before his cheeks redden a bit.

I lean back down as I kiss him again, our chests touching making my skin burn and my heart flutter with desire.

I slid off of Matt to take my underwear off, he took off his pajama pants as well along with his underwear. When I looked over to him he was looking over at the mirror that’s diagonal from his bed.

I smirked, and looked at him

“Want to fuck me infront of the mirror pretty boy?” I asked

“If you want me to” he said looking over at me

“I want nothing more” I said

He pulled me back on top of him continuing to kiss him

I slowly started to grind on his dick allowing my arousal to cover him

“Mmm keep doing that and I’ll cum” he said looking down in between us

I moaned at his words and the feeling of his thick cock hitting my clit. I shuddered around him

“Gonna let me fuck that pretty pussy go yours?” He asked running his hands up my body

“Please” I mewled out

Matt lifted up slowly allowing me to fall back as he leaned over, wrapping his hand around my neck as he kissed me. Using that same same hand to turn my head as he kissed down my neck to my chest and down the valley of my breasts

From the valley of my breast he licked his way up back to my mouth where we made out

“I can’t hold out any longer” he said pulling

“Fuck me Matt” I croaked out

Matt lifted me up and brought me to the corner of his bed facing towards the mirror

“You get to watch me fuck you dumb” he said running his hand down my back and smacking my ass

“Oh Matt” I moaned out

He massaged my ass looking into my eyes through the mirror. He licked his lips before bringing his dick to my entrance slowly sliding into me

I let my mouth fall open as I gripped the sheets. Matt stretched me out so good everytime we fucked it made my head dizzy.

“So tight” he said bottoming out as he let his head roll back

“Fuck Matt you feel so good” I moaned out

Slowly he started to thrust into me, deep and harder. Our moans filling the room as he fucked into me

Matt gripped my waist as he fucked me causing me to fall more limp into the bed as I watched him in the mirror.

Matt’s mouth was hung open as he grunted into me, looking over at me in the mirror as his cold eyes laid on mine. Causing me to clench down on him, my stomach burning with arousal

“Shitttttt” I moaned out gripping the sheets harder

Matt kept pounding into me as he smacked my ass occasionally. I was just watching him as moans and pants fell out. My mouth hung up as I started to drool on the sheets.

“Am I fucking you dumb?” He asked licking his lips

“Y-Yes” I moaned out shutting my eyes as he started to drill into me even faster

Matt lifted me up by my hair causing me to gasp

“Look at yourself, making a mess on my cock” he said whispering into my ear as he looked into my eyes through the mirror

“Fuck Matt” I moaned out letting my head fall forward slightly as my mouth hung open

Matt pulled me back wrapping his tattooed arm around my neck as he pounded into me

“MATTT” I moaned out at the new feeling

“I’m giving you your wishes” he grunted out

His dick hitting all the right places, and I was pure puddy in his arms

“I get to watch you take my cock like a good slut and your perfect tits bounce in the mirror” he said grabbing my right breast and squeezing

“I’m going to cum” I moaned out letting my head fall forward slightly

“Me too baby, come on give it to me. I’m begging for it pretty girl” he said into my ear

Matt’s hips were snapping into me in such a delicious way, my mouth fell slack and I started to drool on his arm.

“Drooling on me now are we? Am I fucking you that good?” He asked biting his lip

“Fuck Matt…YES YES SO GOOD” I moaned out as he brought his other hand down to rub my clit

“Come on baby cum on my cock” he said rubbing faster

“Fuckkkkk” I moaned out started to quiver against him

“Give it to me I know you can” he said

“I- I’m- I’m gonna cum” I stuttered out

My mouth fell slack as I clenched down onto Matt. My orgasm washing over me as I shook on Matt’s cock. My thighs shaking and giving out on me

“Fuck Matt oh my god” I said breathing heavily as I looked at him through the mirror

“I’m gonna cum baby” he said moaning into my ear

He let me lean forward as he pulled out stroking his dick before letting his jaw fall slack. His lower abdomen began to quiver as he came on my ass

“Fuckkk y/n” he moaned out as he shuddered

He looked at me through the mirror trying to catch his breath.

“You look so fucking sexy like this” he said licking his lips

“Fuck Matt I love you so much” I said blissed out

“I love you so much too” he said

Matt got off the bed grabbing a warm towel and cleaning me up. Before helping me off the bed.

“Let’s shower” he said helping me to his bathroom

Matt and I showered, and then got out. We decided to have a snack before heading back to his room to watch a movie. We eventually dozed off in each others arms.

The End

I know I said I wasn’t in the mood to write,but suddenly I got in the mood. So I hope you enjoyed this one. As much as I did🤭🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

#matt sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplet smut #sturniolo smut #matthew sturniolo smut #smut

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|Tango of two hearts ~ Lee Minho|

Paring: Minho x Y/N

Genre: angst, smut

Word count: 8628

Warnings: 18+, smut, blowjob, fingering, starving, fainting

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Behind the scenes of the complex and energetic world of K-pop, you were the only girl in the group of backup dancers for Stray Kids. The team did not use female dancers often because they were unable to match their energy and dynamic movements. However, you were very talented and had no problem keeping up with them.

Your ambition and determination set you apart from others. You learned at an incredible pace. You even tied Minho's record for learning basic choreography the fastest, which earned you recognition from JYP, and Minho personally chose you as one of his backup dancers.

When you got into JYP, you were so happy. After all, it was your dream - to perform on the big stage. However, after the trial period, you faced the brutal reality. JYP put a lot of pressure on you, expecting who knows what when he couldn't even do what he asked for. Being the only girl in a large group full of guys brought additional challenges and often unpleasant situations

Your appearance was constantly judged and your skills questioned every time new people learned about you. But each time you showed them how wrong they were to downplay your talent. Every move you made was precise, perfectly on point and always with the right energy.

However, your self-confidence came with many sacrifices. You trained for long hours every day. Even though you were tired, you always smiled during rehearsals, not giving satisfaction to other people who wanted to trick you. You always did your own thing and focused only on what was most important at a given moment. You just felt like you had to work twice as hard as the guys to achieve the same success.

You were always the first to arrive at rehearsals and the last to leave. Due to the amount of time spent in the JYP building, all the artists knew you very well. Especially Stray Kids, for whom you danced, you could even say that you became friends with them. Each of the boys cared about you in their own way and they often suggested going out to eat with you, but you always refused, they didn't want to cause them any trouble with potential gossip.

The day before you got the demo for the new Stray Kids choreography, you also stayed longer in the training room. You were stressed about what enormously difficult new challenge JYP would have in front of you. From comeback to comeback, the choreographies became more and more complicated and tiring, but you had to face them.

You played the music and stood up again to dance through all the previous choreographies. You were tired and dripping with sweat, but dancing was your way of relieving stress. Completely absorbed in the music, you didn't pay attention to what time it was.

When the music ended, you were panting from exhaustion, but you heard soft clapping from behind you. You quickly turned around to see Chan and Minho standing in the doorway, watching you with smiles on their faces.

"What are you doing here?" You asked, wiping the sweat from your forehead with your shirt.

“I could ask you the same thing. It's 5 a.m., shouldn't you maybe get some rest.” Minho replied in a warm voice, handing you a bottle of water.

“5 o'clock already!? I must have lost track of time, but I'm stressed about tomorrow. I don't want to be an unnecessary burden for you." You hungrily drank half of the bottle, drenching yourself slightly as you did so.

“You won't be a burden to us, on the contrary, we will have to chase you. Besides, we've already talked about it, your health is more important to us. Do not overdo it." Chan walked up to you and gently wiped away the water that was running down your chin.

You always appreciated how the boys took care of you. Without their support, you would probably have given up a long time ago. Knowing that the two of them wouldn't leave until you got out of the room, you took your things and went with the boys to the exit. Even though you were so tired, you all laughed and talked until you reached the door. Minho offered to take you to your apartment, but you declined, not wanting to inconvenience him.

At home, you washed up and changed into comfortable pajamas and went to bed. You were so tired that it only took a moment for you to drift off to dreamland. However, after literally two hours, you were woken up by the loud sound of your alarm clock. You barely got out of bed and went to the bathroom to clean up.

When you looked in the mirror, you noticed that the bags under your eyes were extremely visible, so you decided to cover them with makeup. Despite your best efforts, it wasn't very effective, but you didn't have time to worry about that anymore.

On the way out, you grabbed a banana that you planned to eat on the way and ran out of the house, rushing to the JYP Entertainment building. As usual, you came to the room first and started warming up. You wanted to be ready for whatever the CEO came up with.

After an hour, others started arriving in the training room. Unlike you, everyone seemed calm and composed. It's like they don't care what challenge they get. A moment later, members of Stray Kids also started to come to the room. Everyone of course greeted you before they went to join the rest of the dancers. You often saw jealous glances from others in your group. They were irritated by the fact that you had better contact with the guys from SKZ than they did.

Only after another hour did JYP graciously come to the room with the choreographer. Everyone sat comfortably, looking at the huge screen that entered the hall. The new song immediately caught your ear. It was energetic, rhythmic and just your style. The choreography was also okay until the last chorus started. While Minho was to sing his part, the backup dancers were to hide him until the climax, which was when you were thrown into the air and Lino was to pass under you, and then your group was to catch you and you were to finish the choreography.

Everyone saw this and looked at you worriedly, but you tried to keep a straight face, even though deep down you were terrified. You've never had to perform any acrobatics before, especially in the air, and especially with one of the Stary Kids members under you.

“What if you fall or kick him? What if they don't catch you or you don't jump up high enough? Or will you panic during the concert or the lights will blind you and you won't know where to land?” There were so many thoughts swirling around in your head, so many unknowns and so many things that could go wrong. You started to doubt your skills and whether you would be able to cope with the new challenges.

When the song ended, JYP said his well-learned formula that he was counting on everyone, that everything would go well and that everyone would definitely make it, and he would keep his fingers crossed for everyone. Of course, he was pretending in front of the new choreographer who did not know what the real nature of the CEO was. Finally, he got up from his chair and, saying goodbye to everyone, left the room, leaving you with the choreographer.

On the first day, as usual, you will learn together with Stray Kids to get to know the choreographies, and then separately, each of them will adapt their training to their personal schedules. Of course, as the show gets closer, you'll go back to training together again to fine-tune everything.

So as soon as JYP disappeared out the door, the choreographer ordered a quick warm-up. The boys from Strata Kids immediately came over to you to warm up together.

“What do you think Y/n about the new choreography, you will shine in it. “ Felix said, stretching.

“I wish.” You smiled slightly.

“Don't worry, Y/n, you'll handle everything as usual, and with style. “ Jeongin added, patting you on the back.

You were glad that you had the support of the members, but your head couldn't stop thinking about what could go wrong. Even though you put on a happy mask, underneath you were like a terrified dog.

Of course, this was noticed by Minho, who was exceptionally good at reading your emotions, no matter how hard you tried to hide them. The boy walked up to you and simply sat next to you, making it clear that he would always be there for you. He knew perfectly well that you didn't like it when he was too much around you, so he didn't say anything, that he knew how you really felt.

After the warm-up, the choreography lessons began. As usual, you and Minho memorized all the steps almost immediately, and then all you had to do was polish them. The choreographer deliberately skipped the part with your jump, explaining that there would be a separate training session for it, and now the choreography was more important. Don't argue about it, because the longer you didn't have to make this move, the better for you.

After a few hours of training, with everyone already dripping with sweat, you and Minho started helping your group members perfect their moves. You showed how to smoothly transition from one move to another, you polished the angles and small shortcomings of others. Every person you helped was grateful for the help and thanks to this you finished the material planned for today faster.

“We'll get going. Anyone interested in going out to eat together? “ Changbin asked, gathering his things and heading to the shower.

In the crowd, a few guys from your group volunteered, but you were hesitant.

“Y/n, don't let me ask you again. When was the last time you went out with us? “ Han walked up to you, grabbing and swinging your hand.

You laughed lightly when you saw Han's sweet eyes asking you to leave. You couldn't resist his cuteness so you agreed. Then some of the guys went to take a shower, and you had to wait because there was only one bathroom with showers, which was dedicated to you.

After 15 minutes, you received a signal that you could go wash yourself. You grabbed your clean clothes, towels and toiletries and went to take a bath. When she entered the bathroom, she undressed and covered herself with a towel. She took a step towards the shower, but then she heard the sound of water running. She froze for a moment, trying to understand what was happening. Someone was still taking a bath. You were about to back away when you heard a group of boys from behind the wall.

“Come out, come out Y/n. We know you are there, show us your beautiful body. “ The voices of the boys in the group were laughing and mocking.

You were trapped, you had no way to get out, and a group of horny dancers were about to burst into the bathroom. You could already see their shadows when you felt a tug. A strong movement caused your towel to fall to the ground. You closed your eyes in fear. When you opened your eyes again, you were in the shower, the warm water hitting the tiles. Minho stood before your eyes. His wet hair sticking to his forehead and the drops of water flowing down his body added to his charisma. Your heart was pounding like crazy, so much so that you thought it was going to jump out of your chest. The boy looked deep into your eyes, and you didn't dare to look even a millimeter lower.

You knew perfectly well that he was standing naked and you were tempted to look at him even for a second, and his large eyes hypnotized you. You tried to cover your body somehow, but the boy assured you with his actions that he had no intention of making you feel uncomfortable.

“Y/n where are you? There's your towel on the ground so we know you're here. You don't have to be ashamed of us. “ The voice came from just behind the curtain.

Terrified, you hugged the cold wall, a pleading plea for Minho hidden in your eyes. Your body trembled with fear and shame, and the water from the shower did not help you calm down.

“Minho, please help me…” You whispered, feeling tears welling up in your eyes.

Minho took a step towards you, gently placing a finger on your lips to silence you. His touch was surprisingly warm and soothing.

"Shh, Y/n. Calm down, I won't let them hurt you." He said in a whisper, looking deep into your eyes. "Stay here, I'll take care of them."

Then he poked his head out from behind the curtain so as not to reveal that you were there too.

“Oh Minho, we didn't know you were still here. “ Said one of the dancers, in a slightly embarrassed voice.

“Are you looking for Y/n? Shouldn't you wait for her outside the bathroom?“ He asked in a firm voice.

All you heard was noise and the mixing of at least 5 different guys' hair. Each of them tried to explain something, stammering.

“She's not here, and you shouldn't be here while she's taking a bath, so I advise you to leave, or I'll personally make sure you don't set foot in any studio. “ Minho threatened them, slightly angry, and grabbed your towel from one of their hands.

The next thing you heard was dancers running out of the bathroom and Lee Know closed the curtain again.

You breathed a sigh of relief, but you still felt a little nervous about the whole situation. Minho walked over to you, slowly handing you your towel. But you, forgetting yourself for a moment, hugged him, your naked bodies separated only by a thin towel.

The boy didn't know what to do with his hands that were hanging right next to your buttocks. However, it didn't take long for you to realize the situation you were in and quickly move away from the boy. A red blush appeared on your faces almost immediately. You grabbed the towel from Minho's hand and covered yourself with it, and Lino scratched his head awkwardly.

“Thank you Minho. “ You said quietly, slightly biting your lip in embarrassment.

“No... you have nothing to be thankful for. Now wash yourself calmly, I'll wait outside so they don't come back. “ He stammered, then grabbed his towel and got out of the shower.

You quickly washed yourself, but the image of Minho couldn't leave your head. When you finished bathing, you wrapped yourself in a towel and left the bathroom. Lino was waiting for you outside the room, although this time he was fully clothed.

“Hurry up, everyone is waiting for us at the restaurant. I'll give you a ride, it'll be faster." He said, breaking away from the wall he was leaning against a moment ago.

You didn't say anything, you just quickly went to put on some normal clothes and after a while you were ready. In fact, there was no one else in the room, so you had no choice but to go with Minho to the car. Neither of you dared to utter a word. When you went down to the parking lot, you started looking for the boy's potential car, but you couldn't spot it. Until you went behind the wall and your eyes saw a beautiful black sports car.

You knew that all Stray Kids members were rich, but you didn't expect this. You got into the car, of course Minho acted like a gentleman and opened the door for you, embarrassing you again. You sat back in your chair but you were too stressed to move, not wanting to break anything.

Finally Lee Know got into the car and started the engine and was about to drive away when he looked at you and moved very close to you. Your faces were centimeters apart, you could literally feel his breath on your skin.

Your eyes roamed all over his face and his heart was pounding so hard you felt like Minho could hear it perfectly. You don't know why you closed your eyes, as if you were getting ready for a kiss, but all that happened was the click of your seat belt being fastened.

You immediately opened your eyes and saw Minho laughing as he was driving his car out of the parking lot.

“Safety first.” He winked at you and focused on driving.

You felt like you were about to burn with embarrassment. You lightly tapped your forehead a few times to calm yourself down. Fortunately, this whole awkward situation was interrupted by Minho who played some music.

Fortunately, the route was short and you were there in a moment. As soon as you walked in, you were greeted with laughter and jokes. The whole team was sitting at a large table full of appetizers and colorful drinks.

"At last! How long can we wait for you?” Han called with a smile that showed he was up to something.

“Sorry, Y/n had to take a shower.” Minho said, holding the door for you.

“Oh, sure, take a shower. ” Felix said, winking at the others. “Are you sure bathing Y/n was the only reason you two were gone for so long?”

You felt a blush spread across your cheeks. “Yes, a shower, I had to wait until each of you had finally taken a bath. “ You replied quickly, trying to hide your embarrassment.

“Yes, yes, just shower.” Changbin repeated with mock doubt. "We thought maybe you were... staying somewhere."

Minho looked at the dancers who had earlier tried to catch you in the bathroom.

"Leave her alone, she really had to wait until we all had a bath." He said, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

The group burst out laughing, but luckily the topic quickly changed as they started ordering more food and drinks. The atmosphere was relaxed and friendly. Grilling, conversation and laughter filled the evening.

Hyunjin, as always in a great mood, decided to make sure that no one had an empty glass.

“Yn, try this.” He said, handing you a large drink.

“Hyunjin, maybe that's enough.” You tried to say, but he just waved his hand.

“Don't worry, it's just a small drink!” He laughed.

With each passing glass you felt more and more drunk, but you didn't want to say anything so as not to give more reasons to joke. Your head was starting to spin and the world around you seemed more and more distant. You finally got up from the table, trying to find the bathroom because you felt sick. Seungmin, noticing how you were swaying, walked over to the rest of the group.

“Hey, Yn may have had too much alcohol. Someone better check her.”

One of the backup dancers, whom Minho had never trusted, stepped closer.

"I will take care of this." He said with a smile that Minho immediately found disturbing.

Minho looked towards you and noticed that you were barely standing. He quickly walked over to you before the other had a chance to do anything else.

“Come on, Yn, it's time to go back.” He said, taking you into his arms.

He took you out of the restaurant, ignoring the surprised looks and cheers from the others, and led you to his car.

“I don't know your address, so I'll take you to our house. ” He said quietly as he put you in the car.

You just nodded, feeling the world spin around you. When you got to the dorm, Minho made sure there was no one around, but just in case, he put on a hood, dark glasses, and a mask so no one would recognize him. He lifted you in his arms again and went to the dorm. Not wanting you to sleep on the couch, he gently placed you on his bed and covered you with a blanket.

“Sleep peacefully.” He whispered before heading to the couch in the living room himself.

You woke up slowly in the morning, your head was throbbing from the hangover and your throat was dry as hell. You opened your eyes, trying to figure out where you were. The walls were unfamiliar, the bedding was unfamiliar, and the smell of men's perfume hung in the air. From your memory, you had gone out for drinks with friends the night before, but you had no idea how you ended up here.

You got out of bed, trying to control your headache. You carefully left the room, trying to be as quiet as possible. As soon as you walked through the door, you heard conversations coming from the living room. Your heart started beating faster when you noticed the four boys who didn't seem to care about their lack of shirts.

Chan, Hyunjin, IN and Minho were sitting on the couch, laughing and talking. Everyone fell silent for a moment when they saw you, then smiled broadly.

“Oh, our princess is awake!” Chan called, getting up from the couch and walking over to you with a glass of water and pills. “Hold on, for the hangover. Drink a lot of water."

You gratefully accepted the glass and medicine, trying to ignore your racing heart and reddened cheeks. It felt weird being in the Stray Kids dorm, with four of them standing in front of you without their shirts on. However, you had to admit that each of them had amazing bodies.

Minho walked to the kitchen and returned with a plate full of breakfast.

“I made you something to eat. You should eat something to feel better.”

You sat down at the table, grateful for the gesture. After a moment of silence, Seungmin, who had just entered the living room, looked at you with a smile.

“I heard you stayed in Minho's room. Anything interesting going on there?” He asked, raising his eyebrows.

"What? “ You froze, looking at Minho, who also looked surprised.

“No, nothing happened. She just didn't have a place to sleep, and I wouldn't let her sleep on the couch.” Minho replied quickly, trying to hide his confusion.

Seungmin chuckled at your reactions.

“I'm just messing with you guys, don't worry.”

You weren't laughing, but you tried not to show it, so you decided to eat the breakfast Minho had prepared. As soon as you put the first piece in your mouth, Lino left the room, only to return a moment later with a T-shirt in his hand.

“If you wanted to change clothes.” He said, handing you his shirt.

You almost choked on the food that was in your mouth. You were surprised by this gesture, but you accepted the clothes and after eating breakfast, you went to the bathroom to change. When you came out of the bathroom, the boys started whistling at you.

“Y/N, I've never seen you like this before.” Hyunjin said, looking at you.

The shirt Minho gave you was like a dress for you, but it ended just below your buttocks. You had to admit that it was very comfortable and smelled totally like Lino. As you were moving around the kitchen, trying to hide your embarrassment, you saw the clock hanging in the living room. It was almost 8 o'clock, which means you should have been on your way to training long ago.

You thanked all the boys for taking care of you and, putting on the mask Han gave you, you ran out of their apartment and caught the first taxi that came. Fortunately, you managed to make it in time at the last minute. You changed into your training clothes and started dancing, but your mind was filled with thoughts of you sleeping in Minho's bed and the upcoming acrobatics.

When you entered the room, the noise that was audible through the walls quieted down, but the other dancers didn't have time to say anything because the coach came after a while. You quickly warmed up and started repeating the choreography. Finally, the coach ordered an acrobatic part.

The trainer approached you and told you that you would first start by practicing just getting in and balancing on each other's hands. You were stressed, but you knew you had to trust your teammates. Determined, you stepped into the hands of the dancers. You felt their strong hands beneath you, but you had to focus on maintaining your balance. To your surprise, you picked up on how to do it quite quickly. A few tries and you could confidently stand on their hands.

The trainer nodded, pleased with the progress.

“Now it's time for the drop off.” He announced.

You started with light bounces and you tried not to panic. With each subsequent bounce you felt more confident, although the fear was still there. But you knew you had to trust your partners.

After a dozen or so attempts, the moment finally came for a full lunge. You took a deep breath and stepped into the dancers' arms. The coach said this would be the last pitch for today. You felt your heart beat faster.

"Now!" The coach shouted.

You felt your body rise into the air. For a brief moment, you felt as free as a bird, flying high above the ground. The sun shining through the hall windows illuminated your face, and you felt light and hopeful. However, this moment lasted only a second. At the same time, JYP entered the room. All eyes turned towards him.

Instead of steady hands catching you in mid-air, you only felt emptiness beneath you. In a split second, your body began to fall, and you were horrified to see that no one was ready to catch you. Panic began to rise, but there was no time to react.

A second later you fell on your back from quite a height. The impact on the ground was brutal, knocking the air out of your lungs. A dull thud echoing through the room echoed in your ears. You lay still, feeling a huge pain in your back. The pain was excruciating, as if someone had stuck a thousand needles into your back. You tried to take a breath, but each breath only made the pain intensify.

Everyone in the room froze. You heard the apologies, saw the worried faces, but your eyes were full of tears of pain. You felt the world around you spinning and the sounds became muffled, as if you were hearing them from behind a thick wall. The trainer rushed towards you, his face contorted with concern. Only after a dozen or so minutes the pain became a little less and one of the boys helped you get up from the ground. You saw guilt and terror in his eyes. The coach called it an end to training for you and told you to go home to rest.

Holding your back and barely able to walk, you left the room. Every step you took was difficult, and the pain was a reminder of what had happened. However, JYP caught you in the corridor. His gaze was stern.

“It's your fault they didn't catch you. You're too fat. You have to lose weight or I will fire you.” He said coldly.

These words were like another blow. In pain, with unpleasant information in the back of your mind, you returned home. There, alone, you finally allowed yourself to cry. You burst into tears, feeling the entire weight of the day press down on your heart. Back pain mixed with mental pain, creating a mix that seemed endless. You knew you had no choice but to go on a diet.

The next day you went to the physiotherapist because the back pain was still unpleasant. The doctor just put tape on your back and prescribed an ointment that you had to rub on your back. Despite great discomfort, in the evening you went to the gym again to exercise. However, movements that were previously easy for you became strangely difficult. You were irritated with yourself for not getting anything done.

At night, when you were left alone in the training room, Minho joined you.

“Is something wrong Y/n? " He asked as he entered.

“I can't cope with this choreography. It was as if I had forgotten everything. “ You replied, irritated.

“I have the perfect way to do it. " He said and took out a bandanna from his backpack.

This surprised you but you didn't say anything. The boy walked up to you and stood behind you.

"You trust me? " He asked.

You just nodded and the boy blindfolded you and told you to dance again.

You tried to make your first movements but you felt like your legs were getting tangled and you couldn't get the movements right. It really irritated you because you thought that maybe you weren't as good as you thought.

Seeing this, Minho calms you down, saying that just because you're failing now doesn't mean you're weak. Suddenly, you felt the warmth of Minho's hands as they gently touched your waist. His touch was firm yet gentle, as if he was afraid he might hurt you. He moved closer, his breath touching your ear.

"Ready?" He whispered, his voice like velvet piercing the silence.

You nodded, unsure of what awaited you, but excited at the same time. Minho slowly began to guide your body, his hand on your waist like a compass, giving you direction. Every movement was precise, but at the same time full of passion. You felt his body close to you, as if you had become one harmonious whole. You didn't know this feeling before.

When you finally managed to get through all the moves and dance flawlessly, you were overjoyed. You hugged Minho.

“Thank you, Lino. “ You said, wiping the sweat from your forehead, exposing your back.

“Y/n what happened? “He asked, concerned.

"It's nothing. “You didn't want to worry him.

The boy didn't fully believe you, but he didn't want to be nosy and didn't pursue the topic further. You sat on the floor, leaning your back against the mirrors of the training room.

“Do you want to eat something y/n? " He asked, taking the phone in his hand.

You, remembering JYP's words, refused with a little sadness, even though your stomach said that he needed something to eat. The first day without food was hard and it was difficult for you to control your hunger, and the only thing in your stomach today was water.

You sat and talked about everything and nothing. Minho told you stories from his life, laughing at his own stories, and you felt your bond growing stronger by the minute.

“I've never felt so close to anyone on the team before. “ You admitted quietly, staring at your hands.

Minho smiled at you, gently placing his hand on your thigh.

"I'm glad you think so. I really enjoy spending time with you. “

The first rays of sunlight began to stream through the window as you both decided it was time to head home to get some rest before another day of training. Leaving the room, Minho accompanied you to the door.

“Thank you for today, Minho. You really helped me a lot.”

“Thank you, Y/n. I had a wonderful time.” He smiled at you, his eyes shining in the dimness.

Over the next few days, you didn't meet the guys from Stray Kids very often. You were focused on healing your back pain and perfecting your jump. Your drastic water diet quickly showed results. Within a week you lost 5 kg and even the other dancers started asking you if you were okay because you looked terrible and your moves weren't that strong anymore. The day finally came when you were supposed to perform on the big stage.

The day of the concert came sooner than she expected. Her heart was beating fast as she prepared to perform. The training sessions were intense and the nights were short. You often felt like your body was at its breaking point, but you couldn't afford to rest - not when you were so close to realizing your dreams.

The day of the concert finally came. You gathered yourself and went to the JYP building, as soon as you crossed the threshold of the training room, everyone's eyes turned to you.

“Y/n!? Everything's all right? You do not look good. “ Chan said, walking up to you.

“Yes, yes, everything is fine. “ You smiled at the boy and put your things under the mirror.

You started your preparations and despite the pain, you gritted your teeth and continued dancing. You even managed to jump, and Minho quickly passed under you. As soon as the rehearsal was over, you went to the bathroom, or rather staggered there. You were so dizzy you were hitting the walls. You grabbed the sink and splashed cold water on your face.

You felt terrible but you had to endure it, you drank the entire bottle of water you had with you to trick your stomach. And it was time to get to the stadium to rehearse on stage. Your movements were imperfect, but you tried to do your best, and during breaks you went to the bathroom so that no one could see what condition you were in. Several times you even had to go to the doctor to give you oxygen.

After all, there were two hours left until the concert and everyone was getting ready. You painted yourself to hide all the signs of your condition. You don't know when it happened, but they were already calling you to the stage. After the oxygen you were given, you felt a little better and had more strength.

The stage was illuminated by bright spotlights and the sounds of music echoed throughout the stadium. You danced with all your might, synchronizing your movements with the rest of the group and the Stray Kids. You had only one thing in your mind - to give your all for the fans and the team. However, with each movement you felt your energy begin to fade.

The last hole was drawing to a close and you struggled to stay on your feet. It's time to reproach. You stepped onto the dancers' hands and waited for them to fly up. This and the last chorus were all that separated you from the long-awaited rest.

You jumped up and Minho passed under you and the dancers caught you. During the last chorus, you started to feel dizzy, but you had to persevere until the end. As the music stopped and the lights dimmed, you felt your body suddenly weaken. Your vision went dark and you lost your balance. You fell to the ground and the last thing you saw was Lee Know's worried face.

When you opened your eyes again, you saw Chan and Minho who were currently talking to the doctor. You were lying on the bed, connected to a drip. You tried to get up, and as soon as the boys saw your move, they came to you.

“Are you okay Y/n?” Minho asked. “ I was so worried about you… I mean, we all were. “

Chan just rolled his eyes and checked how you felt.

“Y/n, what made you think of starving yourself? You don't have to do this, your body is great... I mean... it's not like that... that sounded bad... but you know what I mean. “The leader was confused.

“But… but JYP told me to, otherwise he would have fired me. “You lowered your head in shame.

“Relax, Y/n, you're in our care and we won't let you get hurt, and believe me, we have a lot to talk about when it comes to this label. “ Minho assured you, lifting your chin slowly.

When you looked up, you were met with huge smiles from the two boys and you felt better. You knew you had support from them, which you needed very much right now. Unfortunately, the boys had to go back to their schedules after a while, and you had half a drip left and you could go home.

The doctor gave you recommendations on how to slowly get back to full health, which you were going to follow. Thanks to the guys' support, you realized that it's not worth trying to fit in with others at the expense of your health.

The following days, when you regain full strength, were like a fairytale for you. Every single one of the guys from Stray Kids took care of you every time they saw you. Especially Minho, who found time between the busy schedule to come to you and give you a new dish that he had prepared himself.

Thanks to this, you regained your strength quite quickly, and you even feel that you were in even better condition than before. Your movements become smooth and powerful again and you were able to compete with the dancers in your group.

One evening you decided to stay longer in the gym to move around just for yourself. The training room at JYP was filled with the soft glow of the setting sun, reflecting off the mirrors and creating an atmosphere that perfectly matched the sensual rhythm of the music. You moved with a grace that could seduce anyone. Your body undulated to the low, melodic sounds, and every movement emanated with sensuality and self-confidence.

It so happened that Minho was in the building at the same time and, hearing the music, he decided to check who was dancing in the room. Of course he noticed you absorbed in the music. Minho decided to stand in the doorway and watch you for a moment. His breathing quickened when he noticed the way you danced - you were like a living flame that drew his attention with an irresistible force. He couldn't help but join you. He headed towards the center of the room, his footsteps were quiet, so you didn't notice his presence at first.

However, as he got closer and you noticed him, your heart beat faster and a slight smile appeared on your face. Minho walked up to you, continuing to dance with you, joining in with your movements as if you were one. His hands gently wrapped around your waist and you pulled him closer, your bodies almost touching.

The song became more and more intense, and the tension between the two of you grew with each step. You both danced in a trance, locked in a rhythm that seemed to be created just for you. You felt your hearts begin to beat in unison, and something he hadn't known before appeared in Minho's eyes - a deep, burning desire.

You both rubbed against each other as if you wanted to be close. Each momentary departure from each other lasted like an eternity that you wanted to eliminate as quickly as possible. Minho's hands roamed over your body, exploring every inch. You didn't mind when his hand sometimes went to your buttocks or just under your breasts. His every touch was like an unexpressed desire that wanted to finally leave your bodies.

As the music reached its climax, Minho stopped, looking straight into your eyes. Your breaths were quick and your faces were so close that you could feel his hot breath on your lips. The moment lasted forever until Minho finally couldn't stand it anymore - he connected your lips in a passionate kiss, full of hidden feeling and desire.

You gave yourself into the kiss, feeling your body melt in his arms. The kiss was full of passion, desperation and passion that you both had suppressed for too long. When you broke apart, your eyes spoke louder than words - you knew it wasn't over.

Without another word, you left the training room and headed to your apartment. As Minho drove the car, his hand rested on your thigh and he stroked it, getting dangerously close to your pussy. You felt your heart racing and your legs started to get wet. As soon as you reached your destination, the door closed behind you and you remained in each other's arms, kissing again, giving in to the feelings that could finally see the light of day.

You immediately directed him to your bedroom. Before you knew it, Minho had already taken your shirt off, leaving you in your bra. He placed you gently on the bed and started kissing your entire chest. His mouth moved from your neck, over your collarbones and breasts, to your stomach, his wet trail stopping just at the waistband of your pants. Your body was boiling with the amount of stimulation.

After a while, Minho also took off his shirt, revealing his torso. Now you could take a closer look at his trained dancer's body. You couldn't resist the temptation and ran your hand over Minho's perfectly visible abs. You bit your lip, trying to control yourself.

You were about to remove your hand when Minho grabbed it and placed it on his chest. You felt his heart pounding like crazy, just like yours.

“You have this effect on me Y/n and have for a long time.” He said, an alluring voice that stuck in your ears.

His words made you unable to help but connect your lips again in a passionate kiss. The boy took advantage of your inattention and unhooked your bra with one hand. Your chest was wrapped in the cool wind that came through the open window. Your nipples were painfully erect with arousal, which Minho immediately noticed. He cupped your breasts in his hands and slowly took your nipple into his mouth.

A soft moan fell from your lips, causing a smile to appear on the boy's face. His tongue began to rub circles around your nipples, moving from one to the other. Your back arched so he could put his arm underneath you and support your body, making it easier for him to access you.

One of your hands went to his naked torso. You explored every inch of his body with your fingers until you felt the waistband of his panties. Your face immediately lit up and you pulled him towards you again, connecting your lips again this time in a French kiss. Your saliva mixed together as your tongues swirled around like a dance. You didn't even have a chance to fight for dominance, Minho quickly showed who would be in charge.

Your fingers, which had been fidgeting on the edge of the elastic band, moved lower. You could now feel his swollen penis, which was forming a bulge in his pants. You both smiled into the kiss, but Minho broke away from you.

“Are you sure you want to do this? Because once I start, I won't be able to stop myself." Minho said, towering over you.

You nodded, biting your lip a little harder. It was a sign to the two of you that you could let out all your emotions and just enjoy the moment. Minho started kissing down your body again, teasing you as he got closer to the line of your pants, his tongue reaching under the waistband. You thought you were going crazy, your body craved his closeness, demanded more.

You started squirming underneath him, lifting your hips to grind against his cock, you were hungry for his touch. You wanted to have him for yourself.

“Do you want me that bad?” He asked, biting your nipple lightly.

A muffled moan escaped your lips again, hinting at what your answer was. Lino understood your request perfectly and pulled down your pants and panties in one smooth movement. You were naked in front of him again, but this time he didn't hold back from looking at your body. He took a moment to admire your body.

“You're so perfect.” His voice lowered and his eyes lit up.

You blushed slightly and tried to cover yourself in embarrassment, but the boy grabbed your hands and held them above your head with one hand. You expected him to be strong, but not this strong. You couldn't move and he had complete control over you now.

His other hand slowly moved down, barely grazing your skin. When his fingers lingered on your clit, you had to take a deeper breath. His nimble fingers caressed your sweet spot and the sweet sounds of your pleasure filled the room. You didn't expect Lino to be so good, because you felt your body reaching fulfillment quite quickly.

You couldn't hold back your voice, which only turned him on more. The bulge in his pants was getting bigger by the minute as he saw you on the edge. He felt you were close, so he slipped his fingers between your folds to wet his fingers. Your juices have long flowed out of you.

Using the extra slip, he accelerated his movements. Your clit throbbed hard and your fingers dug into the mattress of the bed. Your breathing sped up dramatically as you felt that the knot that had formed in your lower abdomen was about to come undone. All it took was a few moves from the boy and you reached your climax.

Your whole body trembled violently, and your fingers dug even harder into the mattress. You could barely catch your breath as you rode through this wonderful orgasm. Minho, seeing that you were slowly calming down, let go of your hands and went lower. He spread your legs and ran his tongue along your sweet spot, tasting you.

Every now and then he would suck, sometimes on your lips, sometimes on your still sensitive clit. You felt like you were about to go crazy with the amount of pleasure he was giving you, you felt great.

You also decided to return the favor for this wonderful experience. You pushed him off of you and quickly found yourself between his legs. You pulled down his pants, leaving him in just his underwear. The wet spots suggested that pre-ejaculate was already leaking from his cock, so without further ado, you pulled his panties down with your teeth.

Your eyes saw a hard, tight confidence. You looked with sweet eyes at Minho, who was leaning on his forearms and smiling proudly at you. Without taking your eyes off him, you ran your tongue along the entire length of his cock. Minho's reaction suggested that he also liked it as much as you did. The boy threw his head back as you took his tip in your mouth.

Your tongue moved slowly in circles, occasionally licking the leaking pre-ejaculate. However, you quickly got bored and started deepthroating him. A guttural growl escaped his lips. You tried to take as much of his penis into your mouth as possible, which was quite a challenge for you.

You changed your position to make it easier to make quick movements, but you gave Minho easy access to you. The boy immediately took advantage of it and his fingers were right next to your hole. He didn't need to moisturize them additionally and after a while he inserted his first finger into you.

His movement made you moan in pleasure. Saliva began to fly out of your mouth, forming more and more intensely in your mouth. But you didn't stop your movements and neither did Minho. He added another finger, stretching you thoroughly. The movements of his hands matched the rhythm of your lips.

You came closer to your climax again. Then the boy motioned for you to sit on him. You liked this idea. You turned towards him and guided his erect penis towards your hole. You were so wet that as soon as you lowered your hips, his entire length entered you.

A moan of pleasure escaped your lips again and was like honey to his ears. The boy grabbed your buttocks in his hands and kneaded them sensually. As soon as you felt confident with your movements, you sank into his sweet mouth again. You could barely breathe, but you didn't want to break away from each other, you felt too good to stop.

Finally, Minho wrapped one of his arms around your waist and, without leaving you, turned you onto your back. He towered over you again, his movements picking up a nice pace. Everything was right, the pace, the depth, everything was perfect.

As soon as Lee Know felt you getting close to orgasm again, he lifted your legs and put them over his shoulders to penetrate you even deeper. This sent a huge wave of satisfaction rushing through your entire body again. You moaned and squirmed as much as you could, barely able to withstand each thrust.

Minho must have been on edge as well, as he sped up his movements, but they also became sloppier and the rhythm wasn't as steady.

“Minho…please don't stop…I…I'm about to cum.” You managed to say between moans.

“You don't have to tell me twice.” He smiled and sped up his movements again. Just a few strong thrusts were enough and a wave of pleasure spread throughout your body. The orgasm was so intense that you couldn't hold back your voice. Your walls clenched tightly around his cock, every time your body shook with delight.

“Shit y/n I can't take it anymore. “ That's all he managed to say as you felt warm cum shooting inside of you.

The boy made a few more weaker thrusts as he rode through his orgasm and fell tiredly on top of you. You were both panting from exhaustion, beads of sweat dripping down your foreheads, but you were content.

After a while, Minho pulled out of you, his cum flowing out of you, staining the sheets. You were glad that every girl who worked at JYP had to take birth control pills so that nothing would interfere with their work. Minho also knew it perfectly well, so you didn't have to worry about whether you had condoms or not and you could completely benefit from each other's closeness.

Finally, Minho got off of you and lay down next to you, you lay there in silence for a while. Minho grabbed your hand and your eyes met each other.

“You don't even know how long I've been waiting for this.” He said, his voice was gentle, full of tenderness.

You smiled at him, moving closer to him.

“I wanted it too, even more than I thought.” You kissed him on the lips.

Finally, after you had rested, you went to take a bath and clean up after yourself. Minho decided to stay at your place for the night so that no one would accidentally catch him leaving your place at night. Neither of you complained about it, because you could use the entire young night for interesting games and getting to know each other better.

You also had to decide whether to tell someone about you or keep it a secret, at least for now. Fortunately, there was plenty of time and you had no intention of stopping at just one quickie. There was your entire apartment to check out, lots of options you wanted to try. After all, you could afford it now

Masterlist

#stray kids #skz reaction #skz #skz fanfic #kpop fanfic #kpop #skz smut #stray kids reaction #skz masterlist #skz Minho #skz Minho x reader #Lee Minho #lino skz #stray kids Lee know

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silas-222 · 4 months ago

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Juno 🤰(everyone is aged up to 21+)

Mina held her phone high, dressed in a black, glittery slip dress with a pair of high heels and stockings. A big fur jacket over her arms due to the slightly cold Japan weather, “ootd for the Y/N CONCERT!” She squealed and showed off her outfit, pointing out each article of clothing and her chunky jewelry. She turned her phone to Kirishima to show off his outfit.

“Okay so my outfit is a jersey, longsleeve, jeans and my jordans.” Kirishima wore a random American football team jersey, a white long sleeve underneath, light blue jeans and black and gray Nike jordans. He had a couple necklaces stacked ontop of each other along with different bracelets on each wrists. “Oo okayy! I see you kiri.”

She flipped her phone to Denki to show off his outfit, “okay okay, so, I got,” he pointed at his jacket, “a brown velvet jacket, white button up, black shirt underneath.” He showed off the clothing with poses inbetween, “some nicer pants and my doc martins.” He smiled and nodded. “OH! And my chain from Miss Mina herself.” He showed off the gold chain.

The phone twists to show Bakugo, “I have a gray shirt, black jeans and my Nike Cortez’s.” He said bluntly, his leather jacket folded over his arms as he crossed his arms. “Show your jewelry bro,” Mina groaned as he rolled his eyes. “I got three rings on, a bracelet, and my earrings.” He said sharply, “now get the phone out my face.”

“Alright last but not least sero!” She smiled and recorded the male. “Alright yall know I love me some y/n so I got to look good for her.” He held his hands up in defense, showing off his fresh haircut, styled in a slightly curly short mullet. His facial hair trimmed and looking fresh as well. “I’m wearing a beige velour button up, white shirt, my light brown velour pants, my cross and my white cortez’s.” He smiled.

“Alright see yall in a bit!” Mina waved at the phone before posting the video without edits made and tagging the four males. She put her phone away as the group made their way to the pit.

Throughout the duration of the concert Mina would post videos with the boys singing along to the music, all of them besides Bakugo would attempt to do the choreography without hurting the people around them. Finally y/n was dressed in her very sparkly golden yellow dress lined with silver. “Hi everyone, how’s the concert?” Y/n asked the crowd, getting back cheers and screams. She smiled, “you guys I seriously want to say thank you, this tour is so amazing, I’m meeting tons of new people. And I’m so eternally grateful for each and everyone of you. Especially because I get to look into a crowd every night and find my soulmate.”

The crowd knew what was happening and cheered loudly, “oh my, my heart, girls, come quick.” She waved over her back up dancers.

Mina started to record from the crowd as she wondered who was gonna be picked for the song.

“Come look at this man,” Y/n uses her hands to block the harsh light coming from above, looking straight at sero. Her backup dancers squealing and shaking her from side to side before the camera shows the rest of the crowd who she’s looking at. Sero notices it was him and very awkwardly raises his hand to say hi with a straight smile. All of a sudden red and blue lights along with a police siren starts blaring through the stadium.

Sero and the group started freaking out, sero immediately going to freaking out and blushing so he covered his face. Once he calmed down he put his hands down and y/n asked him, “what is your name?” He cupped his hands around his mouth and said loudly, “HANTA!” But y/n couldn’t hear him quite clearly so the boys and people around yelled his name to help. Mina was freaking out and recording sero the entire time. “Dude what the fuck!!”

“Hanta?” She asked in confirmation, once a nod was given, she smirked and said “Hanta~ you’re unfortunately under arrest for being too hot.” Sero covered his face while looking up, praying it wasn’t a dream and Denki shook him with excitement. “What are you doing later tonight?” Y/n asked him while tucking her hair behind her ear.

“I love you, like so much.” Sero said while looking at her almost crying and breaking down. “I love you too much that’s not what I’m asking.” Y/n joked as she smiled. Sero covered his eyes but his lips could be seen curling up as he almost cried. “Are you crying?!” Y/n asked in concern, “I love sensitive guys~”

Sero, Denki, and kiri all looked at each other and freaked out as they jumped slightly with joy. “Love when they’re in touch with their emotions. This is going well. You know what’s really going well? M-my clothes are just falling off of my body.” She said while looking at him as her long skirt fell to reveal a shorter one underneath and her signature silver platform high heeled boots. She stepped out of it and looked at Sero as the music started and her backup dancer handed her a pair of pink fuzzy handcuffs.

“Hanta, darling, would you be my Juno boy?” She squatted down, handed security the pink cuffs and smiled as Sero grabbed them and started cheering with Mina. “Oh my fucking god! Dude life is not real right now!” He screamed out, his hands clutching the cuffs tight.

“This one’s for Hanta.” Y/n winked and blew him a kiss before waving bye and going up the stage. The song ‘Juno’ continued playing as she made eye contact with Hanta throughout the duration of it. Near the end of the song y/n sang out.

“You make me wanna fall in love! Oh late at night I’m thinking bout you, Hanta, ah-ah~” she winked at him before singing again, “wanna try some freaky positions?”

She ran slightly to the end of the stage onto a large heart, laid on her stomach, turning to the left side slightly, her right leg bent to reveal the safety shorts underneath rocking her body back and forth slightly . “Have you ever tried this one?” She sang before finishing up the song and the concert all together.

After the concert sero posted the cuffs and tagged her in the photo, y/n dming him immediately.

‘But seriously what are you doing later tonight? 🤔’

#sero hanta #aged up character #sero x reader #kirishima eijiro #mha #mina ashido #Spotify

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pars-ley · 2 years ago

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Make it move

Pairing: Idol Jimin x female reader

Summary: Being the girlfriend of an idol definitely had its perks, but witnessing the choreography for their new song first hand was a big one.

Genres: Idol au / established relationship / smut / fluff / drabble

Rating: 18+ (NSFW)

Warnings: adorable Jimin, like too cute for words / run bts jimin / steamy elevator scene / clitoral stimulation / heavy kissing / a little grinding / talks of a strip tease /

W/c: 1.7k

Beta: @pjmparadise thank you!

Banner: @jinsquishes it’s perfect thank you!

Notes: I started this after the Run BTS choreography video came out and I was inspired. Possibly, I might be thinking of making a part two inspired by Jimin’s iconic ‘filter’ performance, if you would like me to, let me know in the comments.

Jimin led you by the hand to the studio, his fingers entwined with yours pulling you along excitedly and leaving you jogging to keep up with him.

The dance studio was full of people, dancers, and staff; your name being called loudly in chorus drew your attention. As the guys all ran over, you were encased in six warm hugs and relished their loving grip. It had been too long since you’d seen them all together.

"Yoongi, your hair!" You reach up and touch the ends, shocked by the length and the way he wore it; the half-up, half-down hairstyle really suits him.

"You like it?" He asks, with that cute gummy smile and slight pink to his cheeks.

"I love it! You look very handsome, more so than usual." You wink playfully, sensing Jimin's eyes on you as the words leave your mouth.

"Ah," he wines at your side. "Don't tell him that."

You laugh, cupping his face. "Don't worry. No one compares to you." Leaning in and kissing him on the corner of his lips and enjoying the sight of his cheeks flushing, and he can't contain the immense grin spread across his face.

Taehyung’s arms are around your waist, interrupting the moment and sweeping you up in the air, and spinning you in a circle. You can’t help the giggle that escapes. "Where have you been?" He asked, setting you back down.

"I know it's been too long; working and studying have been kicking my ass." His hands find yours, and you squeeze them.

"You know what they say, all work and no play…" he twirls you around fast before giving you another tight hug.

"And that's exactly why I'm here."

"Well, in that case, let's get you a front-row seat to the show." He calls out.

"Hey Tae, can I have this jacket when you're done with it?" You play with the fringe design on the black leather.

Beaming at you, he replies. "How can I say no to Jimin's girl?"

"I'm just kidding!" You give him a playful nudge with your elbow.

There was a shout to get into positions, and the boys run off waving to you.

"Come, sit down." Jimin leads you to a chair at the front and centre of their grouping, kissing you on the cheek before running off to take his position with the rest of the guys. Your hands wring nervously in your lap at the idea of watching this new routine; you knew you'd love it, that was a given, but nevertheless, your stomach turns with anticipation.

With everyone in position, the music starts.

You recognise the song immediately, your favourite out of the new ones they did for their last album, Run BTS. Leaning forward on the edge of your seat a little more, anticipating the routine with your fingers clinging to the edge of your seat.

The complex choreography and the teaming of the backup dancers were definitely impressive, it looked like one of the more complicated dance routines they had done.

When Jimin comes into your view, dancing with Jungkook, of course, you can't keep your eyes off him; not only was the way he moved through the steps mesmerising, but also his choice of top. Every so often, his grey crop jumper would ride up enough for you to have a glimpse of his abs. The sight was enough to have you squeeze your legs together to ease the throbbing between your thighs. With every jump in the routine, the jumper would lift, teasing you to what was underneath, to what you currently couldn’t run your hands along.

When the music stops, your body still vibrates wildly from the thrum of your pounding heart.

Jimin came running over to you, eyes bright with excitement and breathing hard, but he managed to gasp out, "So, what did you think?" Leaning down toward you with his hands on his knees.

You bite your lower lip, wondering how to answer when all you can think of is peeling that sweaty jumper off him, clinging to him like you longed to.

"Didn't you like it?" A frown marring his beautiful face upsets you, not realising how long you're taking to answer.

"Are you kidding? I loved it. It's perfect." You shift in your seat to try and ease the painful ache between your legs. "You are perfect."

He seems to search your eyes, confusion wrinkling his brow. "What's on your mind?"

You sit on the edge of your seat, legs crossed tightly and hands squeezed tightly together. "You."

You watch as understanding falls across his soft features and heat sparks in his eyes.

"Take me somewhere?" Your voice, husky and thick with desire made it sound like a question, it was anything but. The urgency you feel must have transcended into your voice because he takes your hand and pulls you hastily out of the room.

You didn't even glance at the boys or wave goodbye, your only focus is Jimin.

Your skin is hot and tingling at the prospect of being touched by him, and the sensation is almost suffocating, leaving you unable to think about anything else as Jimin drags you hastily down the hall to the elevator. He smashes the button repeatedly until the doors ding open.

Once inside, he was on you; full, delicious lips on yours, the slight taste of sweat as you explored his mouth with your tongue. Your lips glide together like silk, and when you gently suck his bottom lip into your mouth, he groans against you, the sound arousing you further. His hands were on your face and sliding down your body, fingers running through your hair, they were everywhere all at once, urgent and desperate, and yet, it still wasn’t enough. Your hands went up under his jumper, instantly slick with his sweat as they travelled along his hard abs and chest, gliding around to his strong back, causing fresh arousal to pool in your underwear.

He backs you against the mirrored wall as you feel his hands slide down the backs of your thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake before abruptly pulling them out from under you and lifting you off the ground. You tighten your legs around his waist as his fingers explore along the underneath of your thighs, travelling up below your skirt. You almost jolt when you feel his feather light touch reach the edge of your panties, fingertips skating across the arousal seeping through the thin material.

“Oh baby,” he gasps with surprise against your mouth. “Tell me what you need.”

His lips travel down your neck, the throbbing between your legs becoming unbearable.

“I need you inside me.”

He smirks, gorgeous lips twisting sexily in a lopsided smile, knowing his power and fully ready to use it. “Should I tease you?” he wasn’t asking; he had already made up his mind.

“Please, Jimin. I don’t think I can take it.” You writhe against him, unable to stop yourself, the desperation obvious.

“Hmmm,” he thrusts up against you, his erection concealed by his jeans, hitting you in the place you were quivering with need. A loud moan escapes your lips, his name falling out too somewhere. The prickle of sweat forming at the back of your neck, feeling too hot and aware of too many layers against your skin, now yearning to be free. His fingertips skate over the slick material covering your overly sensitive bud, and your stomach tightens. You were already so close, so eager to feel the ecstasy take over your body. You rotate your hips against his fingers as he traces gentle but fast circles against your clit.

“Baby, you are so needy tonight. Is this what watching me dance does to you, hm?” He whispers against your neck.

You nod, barely registering his words as you feel the tightness growing, ready to snap.

Chasing the high, the most sinful sounds leave you, singing loudly and personally serenading Jimin.

"Yes, don't stop. Don't stop." You gasp out as your body finally gives out, legs tightening around him as pleasure hits you, rendering you blind with white light as wave after wave of bliss rides through you. He kisses you gently while you unravel, your core pulsing hard around nothing.

Your thumping heart begins to return to normal as some semblance of relief and satisfaction hits, albeit very briefly, but it sates you enough to think straight again.

“That’s got to be a record for you, no?” He asks you, that smug look returning.

Laughing and shaking your head as he releases your legs and places your feet back on the ground. “Clearly, I really like watching you dance.”

Excitement glitters darkly in his eyes as he adjusts his erection, tucking it into the waistband of his jeans. “Is that so?”

“Absolutely.”

He takes your hand and entwines his fingers with yours again, kissing the back of your hand and tucking some stray strands of hair behind your ears as he strokes your cheeks with the back of his fingertips. Before coming in close and placing a tender kiss against your lips.

“Maybe I’ll give you a private dance when we get back home.” He winks at you playfully, but he’s planted the seed. All you could envision was him giving you the most sensual performance you could possibly imagine, just for your eyes, and fresh arousal seeps into your underwear. Squeezing your legs together to try and get some relief from your already throbbing sex. Jimin raises an eyebrow at your lip-biting and cheeks heating with a dusting of pink.

“I have a request.” you say thoughtfully.

“Anything.” His eyes scream desperation, almost as much as yours do.

“Wear your ‘FIlter’ suit?” you bite your lip, suddenly shy to ask for something you’ve wanted for quite some time.

His devastatingly handsome smirk answers your request as does the glint of darkness flashing across his eyes. “The red or purple?”

Oh god, how could you decide, you didn’t care, just the thought of him in either suit was enough to make you groan out loud.

He laughs, clearly enjoying the effect he has on you and you already knew he would not end your suffering anytime soon. Your heart pounds so hard you can hear it echo in your ears; all you can do is try to keep up as your stomach flips with anticipation. The look of desperation mirrors in his eyes as he pulls you from the elevator as soon as the doors open and whisks you out, pulling you with the promise of everything you need and more than you could have wished for.

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sunsuns-babie · 8 months ago

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XO (Only If You Say Yes) | NON IDOL!K.SUNOO x F!IDOL READER

💬: Certified Sunoo Haters Club 👺

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SUNOO - Self proclaimed #1 Y/n from CUPETTES fan and runs the biggest Y/n fan account on Twitter ‘Strawberry Cake Y/n’s Hubby’. He does genuinely love her and is a bit delulu but not enough to be completely unhinged. He does know his boundaries as a fan of Y/n. He’s currently a college student just trying to graduate and doesn’t really want the spotlight on him, unlike his friends who have put themselves out there as public figures of sorts. Honestly Sunoo just wants to be in love with Y/n in peace and graduate from college with his degree in teaching.

HEESEUNG - A self sufficient Indie artist who’s on the rise with a bright future ahead of him. He’s been writing and producing his own music and is self taught at it. He is quite popular but hasn’t really broken in to the mainstream market yet. He funds all his music videos and helps directs them with some help from his friends. He even has his friends star in them with him, also with his dancer friend Niki helping him come up with some new choreographies for his new more mainstream “Kpop” era.

JAY - Is a pretty well known but still small YouTuber who’s known for his angelic covers and phenomenal guitar skills. He’s also Heeseung’s main music video director and does all the editing for him when it comes to his music promotional videos; whether that be the mvs, album track sample visualizers, concept films, etc. He also has a passion for fashion so he styles Heeseung a lot. Despite this though he himself is quite passionate about music and has been working on his own music projects, secretly for a while now. Oh, Jay also hates the comparison between himself Jay Park to the other Jay Park. Especially after his “fans” tried to say he was copying the other Jay Park, starting a smear campaign against him back in 2020.

JAKE - In the grand scheme of things at YouTube you could consider him a “small” YouTuber with only 2M+ subscribers but he is a popular streamer and gamer on both Twitch and YouTube. He has a devoted following that has opened many doors for him, making him successful in his field. Usually he does solo plays but a good half of the time he does gameplays with his friends Heeseung, Sunghoon, and Jungwon. Every once in a while Jay and Niki join in, while very rarely Sunoo agrees to join in.

SUNGHOON - A famous and even Olympic champion figure skater who’s started breaking into the typical celebrity world by guest starring in a few dramas and sometimes being a substitute MC for a few music shows, let’s not even get started on his modeling career. He has a very loyal fan base and is one of the youngest and most successful people of the current generation, making a name for himself through his hard work, dedication, and passion. His talent is great and unlimited, truly there’s nothing he can’t do.

JUNGWON - Is a college student alongside Sunoo and his best-BEST-friend since childhood. Because of their mutual friend Jake and his gaming streams Jungwon grew to like playing games and recording himself (since Jake filmed face cams of his friends when they played together all except Sunoo who wants to maintain his privacy). So Jungwon created his own Twitch channel where he streams random games here and there when he’s not swamped with college work. He mainly plays Minecraft and Roblox Dress to Impress though. Did I mention he’s openly gay and has a crush on Jay that only Sunoo and Niki know about?

NI-KI (RIKI) - The VERY youngest choreographer in the game, he is known as a dance prodigy, and works with many Kpop groups sometimes working as a backup dancer. He now mainly works with the girl group CUPETTES being credited as the choreographer for pretty much all of their choreographies. Not that his friends know that because he’s chosen to keep that fact to himself, mostly because in general he doesn’t talk about the celebrities he works with. He’s pretty famous himself with his own fanbase after going viral for his visuals in a fan cam for SHINee’s Key when he was a dancer for him and his choreographer in 2020.

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papaya2000s · 14 days ago

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Currently writing part 8 of the History of Korean Male Groups. While listening to a diverse collection of new and old Korean and Japanese music, it got me thinking about the music generations of these two countries (mostly Korea), and I think in my opinion have figured out over the corse of Korean music history the "generations" of Korean music as a whole.

I might need to explain a bit more, so my idea makes sense. This is sort of the list or "generations" of Korean music:

*This is my opinion and might not be accurate or right. In my korean history related posts i call them all groups even when they might not be considered groups (this is sort where this list comes in), and I wanted to sort of show how over the corse of 125 years korean has changed (over 1000 might be to long, gonna stick to 125). This link explains the history of kisaeng's in more detail.

From ~11 Century BC (when kisaeng's were first mentioned) - early 20th century (1900s - 1940s) -> This era is known as the traditional Korean music and dance.

From the late 1940s? 1950s - 1970s -> This era is known as the group sound, as Western music and instruments were being used and inspiring many artists after the Korean War, if there were dances they were mostly done by backup dancers not the singers themselves as they wanted to more harmonize if they were a group (Ex. Kim Sisters) and bands they were also known as group sound (Ex. Key Boys & Bluebells).

From the 1980s to early 1990s -> This era is known as boy & girl groups (not kpop yet), dance was slowly being incorporated into singing at the same time but the focus was still on singing and they did still have backup dancers (in some performances) but not as we see today in modern groups (Ex. Sobangcha and Setorae, who are considered the first boy and girl groups).

From the 1990s to Now -> This era is known as kpop boy & girl groups (from when Seotaji & Boys debuted in 1992 till now all artists are now considered kpop artists/ idols), this is where dance and singing (including raping) are now fully being used all at once, choreography is not simple like back in the 80s and are now more complicated (to some extent), rap is also being added to (mostly groups and solo rapers) and incorporated into (prety much almost every group, Ex. GFRIEND) modern K-pop acts and is done by both male and female idols. This is also where K-pop itself has its own generations, and those years are confusing to, the years of when a particular generation started and ended can be very confusing and could be inaccurate.

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bitchiswild · 1 year ago

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You and Me

Kim Jennie x F! Reader

Warnings: a cuss word if it bothers you

Word Count: 1.9k

A/n: 🌕

Requested

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Jennie was engrossed in practicing her solo, 'You and Me.' I stood outside, watching her through the door's window. As a fellow member of BLACKPINK and also close to Jennie, I knew I could join without being turned away. After a brief hesitation, I pushed open the door, but the loud noise made me flinch and cower instinctively. Apologetic, I flashed a timid smile, conveying my regret to everyone present.

"I'm so sorry," I murmured, my hands reflexively covering my mouth.

Jennie smiled, her gummy grin warm as she looked at me. “I'm glad you're here,” she said, a hint of nerves in her voice. “Any support from my girls always puts me at ease,” she sighed out.

Walking toward her, I extended my arms for a hug, and she reciprocated warmly. “Of course, Nini,” I said, returning the embrace. “Now, show me what you've got so far,” I grinned, eager to witness her solo performance.

"Wait, you want to learn the dance with me too?" Jennie asked, and my jaw dropped in surprise. "But this is your solo," I pointed out.

"But you love dancing, Y/n. That's why you're here. I know you, you want to dance," she teased with a knowing tone. I couldn't help but glance away bashfully. "You caught me," I sighed, then giggled, rising to stand beside her. The instructor guided me into position, preparing to teach me Jennie's solo routine.

Jennie and I shared a look, giggling at the unexpected turn of events. Then, we began to practice together, side by side.

As the music filled the room, the instructor demonstrated the first few steps, breaking down the choreography with precision. I mirrored Jennie's movements, trying to match her grace and style. Despite my initial nerves, Jennie's encouragement and the instructor's guidance helped ease my apprehension.

"Okay, let's try it together," the instructor said, cueing the music again. With a shared glance, Jennie and I took the first step, our movements synchronizing in a surprisingly fluid motion. We laughed at our initial fumbles, turning them into moments of camaraderie.

Jennie's dedication was evident as she patiently corrected my steps, her infectious enthusiasm turning the practice into an enjoyable experience. We found ourselves lost in the rhythm, moving in harmony, each step building our confidence.

As we repeated the routine, our giggles softened into focused determination. Side by side, we immersed ourselves in the dance, the room filled with our laughter and the pulsating beat of the music. Our shared passion for dance bridged the gap between her solo performance and our impromptu duet.

By the end of the session, we were breathless but beaming, proud of our progress. Jennie wrapped me in a spontaneous hug, expressing her gratitude for sharing the experience.

"That was amazing, Y/n! You catch on quickly," she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Grinning widely, I returned her hug, feeling a rush of accomplishment and a newfound bond between us. Practicing alongside Jennie had turned what was initially a nerve-wracking situation into an exhilarating and unforgettable moment.

"Hey, I can totally be your partner for the dance if your dancer gets injured," I joked, a playful glint in my eye.

"You really could! You already know the whole dance. You're my backup now, Y/nnie," Jennie teased, a mischievous giggle escaping her lips. The camaraderie between us felt effortless as we shared a light moment amid the practice.

As we bantered back and forth, the atmosphere lightened even more. The instructor chuckled, joining in on our playful exchange. Jennie and I continued practicing, occasionally adding our own playful spins to the routine, turning it into a playful duet rather than a strict rehearsal.

With each run-through, our confidence grew. We became more comfortable with the choreography, injecting our personalities into the dance. Jennie's infectious energy fueled my determination, and soon, we were both adding subtle flourishes and improvisations that made the routine uniquely ours.

Amidst our laughter and shared jokes, the studio felt alive with creativity and friendship. The initial nervousness I felt had dissolved into a sense of belonging and shared passion. Jennie's encouragement and playful camaraderie had transformed what could have been a daunting experience into an incredibly enjoyable one.

By the end of our practice session, we were out of breath but grinning from ear to ear. We collapsed onto the floor, giggling uncontrollably, our bodies filled with the exhilaration of the impromptu dance session.

"I never expected today to turn out like this," I said, still catching my breath between laughs.

Jennie, wiping away tears of laughter, replied, "Me neither! But hey, Y/nnie, you make a pretty great backup dancer!"

We shared a high-five, reveling in the joy of the moment. The camaraderie we shared during the practice had solidified into a memorable bond, making this day an unexpected and delightful adventure.

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The atmosphere backstage was charged with both excitement and urgency as Chaeyoung called out to me, pulling my attention away from watching our fans.

"Y/n! Emergency!" she yelled, causing my heart to race with concern. "What happened?" I asked, my voice tinged with panic.

"Jennie needs you right now," Chaeyoung said, urgency evident in her tone, guiding me towards the fitting room.

"Y/n, I'm so glad you're here. I need you to be my partner for my solo," Jennie said with palpable relief at my arrival.

"What happened to Young Sang oppa?" I inquired, worried about the sudden change.

"He sprained his ankle. I really need you, Y/n. Will you please be my partner?" Jennie pleaded, her eyes earnest and filled with urgency.

"Of course, Unnie. I'll help you, silly," I reassured her, laughter bubbling up at her frantic demeanor.

Jennie let out a sigh of relief. "Okay, the stylist has an outfit ready for you already. After 'Whistle,' change into that outfit," she directed, pointing to the costume hanging in the room, a close match to what Young Sang oppa was supposed to wear.

"Okay," I replied, a smile on my face as I assured her of my readiness to assist.

"Girls, you're on in 5!" one of the backstage crew announced before departing.

Gathering together, the girls and I formed a circle, placing our hands in the center. "1, 2, 3, ho…" we chanted, a ritual that united us before every performance, infusing us with unity and determination. The stage awaited, and despite the unexpected turn of events, I was ready to step in and support Jennie in her solo, sharing the spotlight in front of our devoted fans.

The energy pulsated through the venue, an electric buzz of happiness and anticipation enveloping us. Our performance of "Whistle" had just concluded, prompting me to dash backstage for a quick costume change, preparing to step on stage for Jennie's solo.

Once ready, I joined Jennie, and she enveloped me in a tight hug. "Thank you, Y/nnie," she whispered gratefully.

"Of course, Unnie. I'll do anything for you," I replied, a genuine smile gracing my face. We both assumed our positions, feeling the rush of excitement and nervousness as the intro to Jennie's solo filled the air.

The deafening screams of the fans reverberated throughout the arena, eliciting giggles from both Jennie and me. As the music built up, the floor beneath us started to rise, signaling the beginning of the performance. The adrenaline kicked in, and side by side, we embraced the moment, ready to deliver an unforgettable performance for our devoted fans.

As the stage ascended, the crowd's roars intensified, creating an electric atmosphere. Jennie and I exchanged a quick, reassuring glance, our hearts beating in sync with the music. The lights dimmed, focusing all attention on us.

The familiar beats of the song filled the air, and we synchronized our movements flawlessly. Despite the sudden change in plans, Jennie's professionalism and my eagerness to support her never wavered.

We danced with passion and precision, our movements mirroring each other perfectly. The crowd's energy fueled our performance, their cheers echoing in the vast arena, adding to the exhilaration of the moment.

Jennie radiated confidence, and I followed her lead, stepping into the routine seamlessly. The chemistry between us onstage was palpable, our connection evident in every move as we effortlessly navigated through the choreography.

As the song reached its peak, our eyes locked, sharing a silent camaraderie and a mutual understanding that transcended words. The audience's cheers and applause grew louder, energizing us further.

As the performance concluded, we struck our final pose, breathless but exhilarated. The crowd erupted into thunderous applause and cheers, the air vibrating with their excitement and appreciation.

Jennie grinned at me, a mix of relief and joy evident in her eyes. "Thank you so much, Y/nnie. You were incredible!" she exclaimed, pulling me into a spontaneous hug.

"You were amazing too, Unnie! We nailed it!" I replied, returning the hug, overcome with a sense of accomplishment and gratitude for the shared experience.

The curtain descended, signaling the end of the performance, and as we made our way offstage, the rush of emotions lingered, leaving behind a memory of an unexpected but unforgettable moment shared between Jennie and me.

The concert's conclusion left us all buzzing with exhilaration and adrenaline. Backstage, the atmosphere crackled with excitement, but something extraordinary was brewing beyond the confines of the venue.

The moment the news hit the internet, it was as if a digital explosion had occurred. Social media platforms ignited with chatter, spreading like wildfire. Twitter was ablaze with hashtags about Jennie and me dancing together. TikTok users were replicating our moves, sparking viral challenges. Instagram was flooded with snapshots of our performance, capturing the dynamic energy between us. Even YouTube and Facebook were alight with discussions, videos, and posts about the unexpected duet.

The outpouring of support and excitement from fans across various platforms was overwhelming. Messages flooded in, expressing admiration for Jennie and me as a duo and celebrating the unexpected but exhilarating performance.

The sheer magnitude of the response was staggering, and amidst the whirlwind of notifications and trending posts, the bond between Jennie and me became a focal point of discussion, turning a spontaneous onstage collaboration into a moment that resonated deeply with our fans.

As the night progressed, the internet continued to buzz with excitement, echoing the unforgettable partnership between Jennie and me during her solo performance. The unexpected turn of events had created a lasting memory not only for us but for fans worldwide, solidifying a special connection that transcended the stage.

The aftermath of the concert was surreal. The internet was ablaze with videos and posts featuring me as Jennie's partner during her solo. Social media platforms exploded with reactions, and even Facebook, usually quieter on K-pop matters, couldn't escape the buzz.

Blinks everywhere were in a frenzy:

Blink1: "OMG DID YOU SEE?! Y/N WAS JENNIE'S PARTNER AT TODAY'S CONCERT!!!!"

Blink2: "I'M SO JEALOUS I WISH I WAS AT THAT CONCERT"

Blink3: "FUCK YOU YG"

The online reaction was overwhelming, and amidst the excitement, Jennie and I shared a moment backstage. She scrolled through her phone, revealing a message from Young Sang oppa: 'I quit! 😠😔Clearly, you guys have better chemistry🥲🙄.' His feigned anger and sadness were evident in the emojis he sent. We couldn't help but laugh at his playful antics, understanding it was all in good fun.

"Well, Y/n, I guess it's just you and me," Jennie said, a smirk playing on her lips. The camaraderie and the playful banter between us made the whole experience even more enjoyable.

Looking at Jennie, I mirrored her smirk. "Seems like it," I replied, sharing a knowing look with her. The bond we had formed during this unexpected turn of events made it clear that our partnership, on and off stage, was something special.

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