Private Lessons - Lee Minho
Pairing: Lee Minho x fem reader In which: Your first day as a backup dancer, lee know takes a special interest in you and one thing leads to another w/c: 2.6k cws: idol au, smut, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), fluff if you squint Author's note: Hi! I am writing this at 2 am so please ignore any inaccuracies or grammar mistakes, enjoy :) 18+!!!!
You had been working for about 5 months at JYP when you got the message.
Congratulations! You have been selected to be a backup dancer for Stray Kids on their new comeback tour!
You stared at the phone, excitement curling in your stomach as you celebrated internally inside your apartment. Your dream since you had been young had finally come true, you were finally considered a professional dancer, working for one of the biggest k-pop groups in the world.
Your first practice with the group started soon after that. You had trained with the other backup dancers for about a week until they announced it was finally time to meet the members and begin practicing with them.
As you and the other dancers filed into the practice room, you could feel how the air was heavy with competition. You could tell all the other dancers wanted to stand out, do their best, and impress the members of the group.
You bit your lip nervously as your gaze swept over the room, eyes landing on the smiling members of stray kids. Your stomach jumped, here they were, actually standing in front of you.
"Hello everyone," Bang Chan said, stepping forward. "Before we start for today, it would be best if we introduced ourselves individually to everyone since we will be working together for a long time!" He smiled. "It's best to build trust and community in this kind of space."
Your gaze lingered an all of them, taking them in as you shook each member's hand. Their presence really did feel different when they were standing in front of you. "I'm y/n," you said after every handshake, words feeling dense in your mouth.
When it came time to introduce yourself to Minho, you felt your pulse quicken. You wanted to make a good impression on him. He was the group's best dancer (in your opinion), and you had heard that he was the lead choreographer for this particular comeback.
He stepped in front of you, dark hair falling in his eyes as you felt him look you up and down. Instinctively, you tugged down your cropped shirt, feeling heat rising to your cheeks. Why is he looking at me like that?
When his eyes met yours, your skin prickled with electricity. Something about his stare, his blank face, you couldn't tell what he was thinking.
Until he smiled, not reaching his eyes, and he held out his hand. "I'm Lee Know." His voice was smooth and steady.
You took his hand, your pulse quickening. His grasp was firm and warm, gentler than you expected. "I'm y/n," you said, voice breathier than usual.
There was a pause as you both stared at each other, still grasping hands. Usually this was when he would've moved on to meet another one of the dancers, but he just stayed in place, looking at you with an unreadable face.
You shifted you feet, finally letting go of his hand. "Um, I'm really excited to be here," you said, trying to fill the silence between you two.
He put his hands in his pockets and glanced over you again. "Are you the girl who's been here for less than a year?" he said abruptly.
Your eyebrows raised and you squared you shoulders. The question came out of nowhere, was he trying to insult you? "Um, yes," you stammered. "But I promise, I've worked hard to be here, and I deserve it just as much as everyone else." Your tone was surprisingly solid as you tried not to show the nervous emotions you were truly feeling.
To your surprise, he chuckled, meeting your eyes with a particular intensity. "Relax," he said, "you must be good if you've moved up that quickly. I'll be sure to keep my eye on you."
And with that he turned away, finding his spot in the front of the room. The other members and dancers followed as introductions finished, everyone finding a space in the room.
As the music started, it was like the world around you fell away. Your weird interaction with Minho disappeared from you thoughts as the only thing you became focused on was your moves and the music.
The practice lasted all day, your muscles getting tired as you pushed yourself harder and harder. As much as you didn't want to admit it, you really did want to stand out to the group of boys.
There were a few times where Minho would demonstrate the dance and the moves to everyone, as he was the lead choreographer. That was the only time you ever were pulled out of your focus, your eyes watching as he executed every move with perfection and careful precision all while making it look so effortless. You couldn't help but feel admiration, he truly was a master and you could tell he enjoyed every second of it.
When practice was finally over, your body screamed to rest, aching everywhere. As everyone filed out of the room, you stayed behind to stretch your body out on the bars.
"You okay?" you hear a deep voice from behind you. You turn and Minho was standing there, a little breathless, sweet glistening on his arms as they rested crossed against his chest.
"Yeah, I'm fine," you said curtly, glancing over as the last person left the room, leaving you and Minho alone. The silence lingered as you both stared at each other.
"Look, I think we got off on the wrong foot," he said finally. His tone was nervous which surprised you. "I'm sorry if I offended you." He sounded genuine and guilty that it made your composure crumble, all the angry feelings you had dissipated.
He stepped closer, holding out his hand. "Can we try this again?"
You exhaled, feeling embarrassed about the way you conducted yourself. "This really isn't necessary, I accept your apology. No hard feelings." You said hurridly, wanting to be out of this awkward situation already. You grabbed your water bottle and turned to leave.
"Wait," you felt his hands on you shoulders, turning you back around to face him. Your stomach fluttered and your skin tingled at the contact. You were so close you could smell him.
There was a moment of heavy tense, silence as you waited for him to speak. Your heart was speeding faster than ever and you hoped he couldn't feel it.
"Please..." he said nervously, "let me give you some...extra practice"
The words took you by surprise, you were taken aback by what they implied...did he still think you weren't capable for this, even after his apology?
Without waiting for you to answer, he went to his phone, playing one of the songs you had just practiced for with the group today.
"Oh come on..." you said, with a sheepish smile as the intro to the song played out.
"I want to see what you can do," he said, smiling back as you both took your places in front of the mirror.
As the song kicked off, it was like flipping a switch. Even though you were exhausted from the day you tried the best you could to capture the music though the movement of your body, performing with the best of your trained abilities.
You ended the song in your finishing pose, panting heavily as Minho clapped softly.
"You really are great," he said, approaching you. "But I think I know what your problem is."
You faced him, a beat of silence played out as you waited for him to speak.
"What is my problem then?" You asked, cocking your head, your tone laced with a coolness.
Minho stood close, his eyes boring into yours as he exhaled. Then, he glanced down at your waist, lifting up his hand and placing it on your hip. The contact made you shiver.
"Have you ever danced with a partner before?" He asked, voice low and husky. You two were so close in proximity that any higher speaking volume was futile.
"Y-yes," you breathed, shaken up by the intimate position that he had you in. "But only a few times." You recalled how your ability to pick up dances quickly had caused you to move up at a higher rate than everyone else, resulting in many private practices and isolated lessons. You had very rarely danced with partners or even as a group in your career.
Minho's right hand remained on your waist as he placed his left in your own hand. Your blood was racing. "What are you doing?" you whispered, the nerves in your voice audible.
"Just listen," he whispered back, and a different kind of song began playing through the speakers. It was a slower song, one you didn't recognize.
You let out a nervous laugh as Minho grasped you hand tighter and began to waltz. "Just relax," he said, smiling, "dance with me".
You exhaled and decided fuck it, you were going to slow dance with this man. You let yourself tune into the romantic song, moving your body in a freestyle. But this time, instead of falling into your own world, you stayed grounded. You were focused on Minho and how he grinned at you, twirled you, and passionately held your waist during the song. Together you danced in sync, letting the long day ease off your body and your mind.
Once the song finished, you watched as he let go of you and went to grab his phone from the speakers. You felt a lot better as you had finally allowed yourself to relax with him and realized that his criticism and remarks had come from a genuine place of curiosity and helpfulness as your dance teacher. Your stomach fluttered thinking of his handsome face and attractive build, and of course you couldn't ignore the interest he had shown in you.
"It's getting late," Minho said, snapping you out of your thoughts.
"Yeah," you said after a beat of silence. Together you collected your bags and things and exited the practice room. The hallways were empty and quiet. Stars reflected in the dark windows.
"Look," he said as you both walked towards the changing rooms. "You are incredibly talented, there's no doubt." You couldn't help but notice his stare as it raked over you body.
"But you need to open up more. When you dance it's obvious you're just focused on yourself and your moves. It's important you connect with the other dancers around you. And it's especially important in this kind of work," he said, referring to your future with the group.
You both stopped in front of the male and female changing rooms, about to go your separate ways.
You smiled at his handsome face. "Thank you for the feedback...and the extra help." You admitted that his advice was useful, you would make note of it and work to fix your issues.
"Of course," he winked, making your pulse spike. Minho lingered for a second, then turned and made his way into his changing room. You stood there, barely able to process everything that just happened. Eventually you forced your legs to move so you could finally shower off the day.
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Once you were showered, you put on your towel, figuring you could spend some time in the sauna. The building was definitely empty and you were giddy at the thought of having the steam room all to yourself.
Your bare feet pattered across the tile, exiting the shower room and opening the large wooden door to the sauna.
"You come here often?" an amused voice said. Sitting at the center of the wooden bench, in only a towel to cover his bottom half, was Minho.
You jumped, startled at his presence. "Gosh, I almost dropped my towel!" You said, facing him. Blush rose to your cheeks as you tried your absolute best to not stare at his sweat-glistened chest and arms. Your core heated at the sight of him, hair damp and looking at you with a certain intent.
"That wouldn't be so bad, would it?" he remarked, grinning at his own quip.
You rolled your eyes, taking a seat next to him on the bench. "Please tell me you showered."
He chuckled. "Yes, I showered, sweetheart." You weren't sure whether it was the steam of the room or his words that were making you so goddamn hot.
There was a moment of silence as you felt him shift closer to you.
Suddenly you felt his breath on your ear as he spoke quietly, "In fact, I would love to see what's under your towel"
The bluntness of his words made you gasp quietly as your face burned. Yet you found yourself leaning into him. "Minho..." you whispered.
He took this as an admission, pressing his lips to your ear and making his way down your neck and to your shoulder. You closed your eyes, clutching the towel together as heat pooled at your apex.
You felt his hand brush on your thigh, rubbing in circles. You squeezed your legs together, needing some kind of friction to ease yourself.
"Let me," Minho whispered, inching his hand under your towel and pressing his fingers to your soaked folds. He began to move his fingers in a repetitive motion, stimulating your throbbing clit.
After a few moments of his kisses and touch, he removed his hand and stood up from the bench. "What..." you breathed, confused and hating the loss of contact.
Minho stood facing you, a dark intent in his gaze that made you feel weak. "Drop the towel," he said, getting on his knees in front of you. Your face flushed again, and slowly you released the white towel, letting it fall off your bare naked body, revealing it to the heat and steam of the room.
"Open your legs," he commanded. You glanced down at the floor, embarrassed. "Minho..."
"Do it," He placed his hands on each of your knees and guided your legs apart. You sat there, still panting, staring down as Minho kneeled in front of you.
Slowly, he leaned forward and kissed your bare pussy, making you soaked all over again. You moaned, needing something to satisfy the heat in your core.
"I've wanted to eat you whole ever since I saw you in that flimsy little croptop this morning," he confessed quietly, desire stricken in his voice.
You bit your lip, staring down and him and his hungry eyes. "Then do it," you demanded breathlessly.
He leaned forward again, this time guiding his tongue along your folds, causing you to cry out. You arched your back, leaning into him as he plunged his tongue fully inside you. Satisfaction reared through you as Minho fucked you with his tongue, licking you out until couldn't take it anymore. Your legs shook from exertion, your bare tits shaking as Minho gripped your thighs so tight it would leave marks for tomorrow. The sounds you were making were so loud that you prayed no one else was truly in the building.
Finally you reached the peak of your high, one hand gripping the edge of the bench and the other grasping Minho's hair as you came into his waiting mouth.
After a few moments, he released himself from you, getting to his feet and wiping his mouth with your discarded towel. You were flushed and panting, your legs still shuddering.
"Here," he offered you the towel as you shakily got up from the bench. You wrapped it around yourself and he smirked.
"What?" you smiled back.
"I'd say you did a pretty good job opening up tonight." He said, taking your hand gently as you two exited the sauna.
"Oh my gosh!" You laughed at his crude joke, playfully punching him in the shoulder.
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The next day at practice, you greeted Minho with a blush and a smile. "Are you up for some more private lessons tonight?" He said, lowering his voice. You grinned and stared into his handsome face, already knowing the answer would be yes.
