Tangled (A Stray Kids x Reader Dirty Fanfic)

Part 50 - Ending #1

Summary:

This is the first ending. If you don't like it, try the second ending. :)
If I get enough response, I may continue one of these stories with a new work.
I also might not.
Either way, I'm really glad you read it and thank you for your time!

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for .)

Chapter Text

One thing you loved about the LA arena backstage was that there were several private dressing rooms in the wing that were reserved for the main act. Your plan was to keep your camera in front of your face as much as possible, capturing everything you could, and when it all got too much for you, you knew you could go hide in one of those unused rooms and beat yourself up over what an idiot you were for not throwing caution to the wind and taking Chan's job offer.

Being pros at appearing happy, the guys were holding it together admirably. You caught a few poignant sideways glances, but overall they were cheerful. It might be a bittersweet night, but you planned to make the best of it; after all, not enjoying any SKZ show - even if it was your last - would be criminal.

The group had special outfits for the show that were as risqué as any you'd seen them in, black and tight with sheer panels and cutaways that you knew were going to make the Twitterverse explode. You caught Jisung half dressed, his stylist fussing over him because his upper body, butt and thighs were bigger than they'd been when he was measured for the seamstress, so the fabric was almost pornographically stretched across his body. You couldn't help but snap pictures of his struggle to get into them, laughing as the stylist tried to shoo you away, only to have Jisung grab your arm and pull you to him, kissing you on the nose. "You can't sell those to TMZ you know," he laughed.

"I would never! I'll get much more money from Playgirl."

"Yah! You better not!" he cried, eyebrows raised and eyes wide, making you laugh.

Luckily they had time and adjustments could be made, leaving Jisung hanging around in a bathrobe half naked after being re-measured. You allowed yourself to make out with him on the couch for a few minutes, devouring his sexy, pouty lips, making his breath come faster, and yours too. You ran your hand over his erection through his boxers, biting your lip and wishing for more time, before forcing yourself to go back to work - leaving him whining, trailing behind you like a puppy as you got pictures of all the pre-show activity.

Seungmin beaming over at an angelic Felix as they harmonized, warming up.

Chan from below, a look of concern on his face as he looked at Lee Know, who was roughhousing with I.N, though grown-up Jeongin was easily giving as good as he got.

Hyunjin dancing beautifully by himself in an empty room, eyes closed, headphones nowhere in sight, all the music in his head.

Changbin making faces at you in the mirror as the stylist cleaned up the sexy undercut of his silver-blue hair.

The time passed too quickly, and soon they were in their pre-show huddle. You ran to the front of the stage to get into position. The lights went down and white smoke started to pour from the sides of the stage, and SKZ appeared in their sexiest outfits, looking like gods. The music started and they started moving, hard, fast - you silently prayed the fabric stretched tightly over their bodies would hold.

Everything seemed to fly from that moment. The show was over in what seemed like a flash; you were stunned that it went by so fast. They were waving goodbye, real tears running down several faces on the stage now, and almost every face in the crowd. You stood in the photo pit, looking at your camera in shock. You'd taken hundreds of photos, but you couldn't remember a single one.