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kxsagi · 3 days ago

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Hi can I request Bllk boys with a karaoke enthusiast reader? They can go karaoke for 4 or 5 hours straight and know a variety of songs, and they can sing a whole song even if there’s a rap part in it :))

“𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫”

a/n: mic snatcher gf is so me

header pic is actually mine from when i went to japan! i love karaoke there sm it's unhealthy 😭😭😭

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, bachira meguru, kaiser michael, shidou ryusei, itoshi sae, karasu tabito, ness alexis

isagi yoichi

he thought karaoke would be a fun, relaxing break. he thought you’d sing a cute love song and shyly nudge him to sing one, too. what he didn’t expect was to be seated for five straight hours, watching you go from adele to eminem to high school musical duets with yourself.

he tries to keep up and sings sugar by maroon 5, thinking it’ll impress you. it does, but mostly because you harmonize with him out of nowhere and hit the falsetto better than adam levine himself. he literally stops mid-line just to look at you like, “how are you real.”

at some point he’s like, “do you wanna drink some water?” and you go, “no. i wanna do nicki minaj’s verse in monster.”

and you do. flawlessly.

isagi’s face is in full admiration mode, but also minor existential crisis because you just spat bars while staring him down and now he doesn’t know if you wanna kiss him or fight him.

still claps like a proud husband after every song. always.

itoshi rin

you dragged him here. literally. he said, “karaoke is loud and pointless.” and you said, “shut up emo boy, it’s bonding time.”

rin didn’t even get to sit before you were already putting on ultraviolence by lana del rey. and not just singing it. performing it. like you were the ghost of a 1960s hollywood starlet with a tragic past.

rin sits in the corner, arms crossed, absolutely stone-faced. except his ears are red.

eventually you hand him the mic and go, “c’mon, sing with me. be the toxic man in this duet.”

it’s promiscuous by nelly furtado and timbaland. he says no. you keep singing anyway and he caves halfway through, quietly mumbling the lines until he’s suddenly belting it with a vein in his forehead.

after three hours, he finally mutters, “... you’re really good.” you wink. “i know. now let’s do a kpop dance.” rin dies a little inside.

nagi seishiro

he thought it was a nap date. like, nap room or something. you said karaoke and he just blinked. “do i have to move?”

you promised him he could sit the whole time. what you didn’t say was that he’d be emotionally wrecked from watching you sing usher’s confessions part II with so much passion, he started questioning who wronged you.

nagi only sings when you let him do the lazy, talk-singing verses. like pitbull’s hotel room service. you both call him “mr. worldwide” for the next hour and he doesn’t even fight it.

at one point he lies down across the seats and watches you do three rap songs in a row. he lazily throws a pillow at you and goes, “you’re scary good. like, villain origin story good.”

you grin and ask for a duet. you pick kiss me thru the phone. nagi’s too lazy to hold the mic so you hold it for him.

he falls asleep by hour four and you put sunglasses on him so he looks like he’s still vibing.

mikage reo

you said “karaoke” and he showed up in a designer outfit like it was a concert. your concert. he brought you a bouquet and called you his pop star gf before you even sang a note.

first song you perform? flawless by beyoncé. reo is on his feet. reo is clapping. reo is crying a little.

“that’s my girlfriend!” he shouts in a karaoke room with no one else in it.

when you let him pick a song, he chooses beauty and a beat and tries to be justin bieber. you destroy him by doing both jb and nicki’s parts. with choreography.

he’s flailing like, “HELLO??? DID YOU JUST SUMMON NICKI MINAJ???”

reo insists on matching outfits for karaoke now. like glittery couple shirts and sunglasses. you’re down for it. you look like a power duo from a drama.

he records you singing and posts it with the caption, “my multitalented queen > your faves.”

bachira meguru

soulmates. chaos. pure, unfiltered energy. you two turned the karaoke booth into a full-on music festival.

he picks songs at random, doesn’t even care if he knows the lyrics. you freestyle the rap parts and scream the choruses together while doing jump squats on the seats.

once you both did a duet of low by flo rida and you hit the apple bottom jeans line so hard he actually slipped on the floor.

you call yourselves the “karaoke goblins.”

every song is a competition but also a performance. when you sing lady gaga, he does backup choreo. when he sings the marias, you become his hypewoman.

there’s a moment where you sing something super emotional and bachira just sits there quietly, then whispers, “yo, that was angelic. i think you healed my inner child.” you bow dramatically and say, “now i’m doing doja cat.”

“OHMYGOHS BOSS MODE UNLOCKED.”

kaiser michael

he was smug. too smug. “karaoke? you sure you can keep up with me, babe?”

fast forward an hour later: kaiser is breathless after attempting usher’s yeah! while you’re on your sixth song with no break, flawlessly switching from kendrick lamar’s verse to a whistle note bridge.

he starts fake coughing. “i need– i need vocal rest.”

you go, “no, get up, you’re featuring on dangerous woman with me now.”

he can’t believe you actually hit the ariana grande high notes. or how you memorized pitbull’s chaotic speech in timber. like you didn’t just sing it, you channeled him.

kaiser is convinced you were a popstar in a past life. every time you do a rap verse, he turns into your manager, hyping you up from the sidelines.

“THAT’S MY GIRL. WORLD DOMINATION. GLOBAL CHARTS.”

by the end of the session, he’s lost his voice and you’re still bouncing, asking, “one more?”

he wheezes, “who are you, and how do i propose?”

shidou ryusei

chaos recognized chaos. when you walked into karaoke holding a playlist labeled “bangers only”, he fell in love.

you did a full nicki minaj medley back-to-back: anaconda, starships, and super bass.

shidou was standing on the table. shirt half off. screaming.

he says things like “spit that fire, mama” and gets booed by staff.

you two turn every song into a war. “who can be louder, crazier, and more dramatic?” the answer is always you, but shidou refuses to accept that.

he once sang taylor swift’s you belong with me in a death metal voice just to compete as if nirvana didn’t exist.

you countered with a slowed-down, haunting cover of hotline bling. he’s in awe. he’s in love.

“marry me.” “this is the fifth time you’ve asked tonight.” “and it won’t be the last.”

itoshi sae

he hates karaoke. he’s never said it, but the way he looks at the mic like it personally offended him gives it away. you invite him and he just sighs and goes, “do i look like someone who sings katy perry at 10 PM?”

you reply, “no, but you look like the guy who’ll sit there judging me while i flawlessly execute seven different eras of taylor swift.”

that’s exactly what happens. you sing dress and he’s sitting in the corner sipping a canned coffee like a bitter ex who just got exposed on live TV.

except he’s secretly impressed. very impressed. especially when you rap. like, you're going bar for bar on kendrick’s DNA and he’s just blinking like, “since when can she breathe fire?”

when you try to drag him into a duet, he only agrees if he can be the background guy in something chill. so you do best part by daniel caesar and he deadass sounds angelic.

he leans over after and murmurs, “that was tolerable. but only because you carried.”

later, he catches himself humming a song you sang. and then he shoves his hands in his pockets and mutters, “karaoke’s not that bad, i guess.”

karasu tabito

bro thought it was a joke at first. like you were gonna sing a little, go off-key, giggle about it.

NO. YOU WALKED IN. WARMED UP YOUR VOCALS. PICKED AGORA HILLS. AND DEMOLISHED IT LIKE YOU WERE BORN IN A STUDIO.

karasu was frozen. slack-jawed. his soul briefly left his body during the “like fortnite i’mma need your skin” part.

he’s the type to talk during your performances but only to hype you up. “YO SHE’S COOKING–” “BRO SHE’S GOT BREATH CONTROL.” “I’M SCARED, BUT I’M TURNED ON.”

he asks you to do a duet with him and you’re like sure :) and he picks dilemma by nelly and kelly rowland. halfway through, he fake cries into the mic.

“EVEN WHEN I’M WITH MY BOO, all i think about is you 😩”

you do the dramatic eye-roll and keep singing with a straight face like a pro.

he can’t keep up and it enrages him. “you’re not even sweating? how are you not sweating???”

he forces you to take a break just so he can perform something. it ends up being sexyback by justin timberlake with far too much confidence and pelvic movement.

you tell him to stop and he says, “you started this war, babe. you wanted the full karasu experience.”

ness alexis

karaoke? oh he lives for it. you barely even get the sentence out before he’s like, “yes. when. what’s our setlist. do we match?”

the karaoke room is decked out because he booked the fancy one. disco lights. tambourines. a mini fog machine.

you do the entirety of telephone by lady gaga and beyoncé, and ness is filming it with the reverence of someone witnessing a religious experience.

“YOU’RE A STAR. I’M TWEETING THIS.”

he picks songs based on aesthetic. you’re doing mariah carey with soft lighting and moody poses. you’re doing britney spears with hair flips and sunglasses.

he sings justin bieber and makes it a full fan service show. baby has never been performed with so much falsetto and finger hearts.

when you do a rap song, he turns into your hype crew. he’s throwing fake money in the air. he’s pretending to pass out.

“SHE’S RAPPING EMINEM! SHE’S DOING THE FAST PART!!OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH.”

ness is also the one who plans “karaoke themes.” like, 2000s hits night. or boy band night.

once said, “if we don’t duet mr. brightside with full choreography, are we even in love?”

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lh44girl · 6 days ago

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Intro: you and Lewis were at the beginning of your relationship, taking it slow & privet. After a triple header during the tuff season with Ferrari. Lewis had gone to Maranello and you joined him as he wished to try to spend time together.

Wild , Free & mine

It was supposed to be just a mid-week getaway — a break between his sessions at the Ferrari factory, tucked in the hills of Maranello. But Lewis had other plans.

He drove you through winding roads on his motor bike mid day , sunglasses low on his nose, hand lazily resting on your thigh. You had no idea where he was taking you. When the bike finally stopped at a gated path near the coast.

“Where are we?” you asked, squinting toward the horizon.

Lewis only smirked, grabbed a picnic basket from the back, and offered his hand, guided you down the winding road.

“Somewhere… you’re going to thank me for.”

The beach was stunning — a hidden cove with golden sand, waves that whispered, and cliffs that cradled the sun kissing the water warming it . But then you noticed something…a sign said private

No one was wearing anything.

You froze.

“Lewis…”

Your voice cracked with embarrassment.

“Is this a nude beach?”

He turned to you, utterly calm.

“Technically? Yes.”

A beat passed. His grin widened.

“But don’t worry. It’s just us. I reserved it for the day”

You blinked.

“You what?”

“Hey,” he said softly, stepping close, brushing a strand of hair from your cheek. “I just wanted you to experience this with me..freedom.you always told me how you admired my free wild spirit and how you wanted to enjoy life to the max like me. So I guessed this is ..just Perfect”

You hesitated, you were wearing a light Lenin creamy dress with just your panties underneath, he was the one at breakfast just beafore stealing you away picked up for you to wear it.you rapped your arms crisscrossed shyly.

“I’m not like you, Lewis. I can’t just… strip and walk around like a Greek god.I even don’t have ..the body of one.”

He leaned in, his voice lower now.

“Babe, I don’t want you to be like me.”

His fingers traced lightly down your arm.

“I want you to feel free. Comfortable in your skin. You’re… breathtaking..you are way better like the statues of Michel Angelo”

You gave him a half-nervous look, and he kissed your shoulder.

“Tell you what,” he whispered, “you can be whatever you want to be,just loosen up & I’ll take care of the rest.”

He slipped off his shirt, then his shorts, walking into the sea like it was his element.The sun shimmering on his godly sculpture body, golden brown tattooed, with that perfect round ass. It was a sin not to stair . He turned back, standing in the shimmering waves, hand stretched toward you.

“Come to me.”

You sighed — part of you melting. The other still shy. But Lewis had that way about him. That trust he gave so easily, that love that never judged.

You undid the your warped dress slowly. His gaze softened. No hunger. No pressure. Just… awe.

When you stepped into the water, he was already there — arms wrapping around you, pulling you gently into his chest.

“There she is,” he whispered, forehead against yours, “my Aphrodite.”

In the water, his hands held your waist. You laughed nervously, burying your face into his neck.

“You’re staring.”

“I will never stop.”

You splashed him — he laughed. You swam away — he chased you.

When he finally caught you again, it was with his lips pressed against yours. The waves rocked you gently, your bodies hidden under the warm sun , your laughter turning into silence, then into kisses. You could feel him growing under you, he hoisted your legs around his waist to anchor you to him. Your bodies were like two peaces of puzzle reunited.

Back on the beach, as the sun caressed your bodies to dry and kiss it for tan, you were laying on your stomach Lewis laid next to you on his side on one arm, just teasing with his fingers the lines of your curves.kissing each part of your back & curves mesmerized by your beauty.

You whispered, half-asleep:

“I can’t believe you brought me here.”

And he whispered back, brushing his lips to your hair:

“I’ll take you anywhere… just to see you like this. Wild, free, and mine.”

The beach was all yours, Lewis couldn’t hold back , never taking his hands off of you. Making out in the water wasn’t enough, His lips never parted from yours and his hands roamed south your body between your thick thighs. “LEW !!”you protested, but he just “HMMmm”.. “says the woman who can’t stop starring at me and is the main cause of my growing problem”

His erection was laid there out in the open, proudly wondering how will you be of help. You were never that girl, but with Lewis he made you bolder and free. You opened your legs to him, your hands guiding him to your softy sticky pussy. There he was… home, he entered you, out in the open, in the sun on that soft sun bed. Lewis started moving as if, the lights off on race day, never stopping with a rhythm that suited you. The heat between you increased, you rolled him on his back & straddle him, the sun was now setting down and the sky was different colors of red, pink & orange. Lewis had had the ultimate view, you on top of him & the colorful sky. You both came together, the moaning sounds dying into a heated make out kiss. Their bare nude rapped into each other , legs tangled in the sand , the waves caressing them and the sky above you covering you both in beautiful colors.

That day,Even on the way back on the bike you held into him like it was your life, wind blowing your dress away and never your smile or his smirks. It was a day written in the books, you both were wild and free.

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