A week later, Rosé made it happen. Lisa and him met at a low-key rooftop bar in LA. He was even better in person—tall, muscular, with a deep laugh that made Lisa's stomach flip. He wore a fitted black shirt that showed off his build, and his confidence matched hers. They hit it off instantly, talking about music, travel, and her kpop life. His smooth compliments and sharp humor kept her hooked...
"Never dated a kpop star before," he said, leaning closer, his voice low. "But you're trouble, aren't you?" Lisa grinned, tossing her hair. "Only the fun kind. You scared?"
He chuckled, his eyes locking on hers. "Nah, I like a challenge."
From that night, they were inseparable. Dates turned into late-night drives, fancy dinners, and cozy movie nights at his sleek penthouse. Lisa loved how he matched her energy. They even started dancing together, him learning her choreography, their chemistry electric as they moved in sync at a private studio. "Rosie was right," Lisa thought one night, watching him laugh as they practiced a dance routine, his hands steady on her waist. "This is way better."
They even danced together on the stage together.
The stage lights flashed in sync with the thumping bass of her latest album. Lisa, with the slutty outfit in the picture, owned the stage with her signature confidence. Her moves were sharp and provocative, she shakes her ass a lot. her secret boyfriend, the tall, muscular Black man, who is one of her backup dancers, blended in with the crew..
Fans didn't know they were dating; to them, he was just another dancer. But Lisa and he stole glances that burned hotter than the stage lights. Their chemistry was undeniable. During a steamy track, Lisa strutted toward him, her eyes locked on his as she dropped low, grinding to the beat. He matched her, his hands hovering just above her waist, their movements so synced it felt like a private dance in front of thousands. The crowd roared, mistaking it for choreography, but the tension between them was real.
As the final song ended, Lisa blew a kiss to the crowd, her sweat-glistened skin catching the spotlight. She and her boyfriend exchanged a look.. The show was done, and the crew was packing up. Lisa, still buzzing from the performance, grabbed his hand, her fingers slick with sweat. "Come with me," she whispered, her voice low and teasing. He smirked, following her lead.
They slipped away from the chaos, climbing a hidden staircase in the venue that led to a private upper room, a VIP suite used for after-parties. Tonight, it was empty except for a massive, plush bed in the center, draped in white sheets that glowed under the dim lights.
Both were drenched in sweat. Lisa's hair was messy, her makeup slightly smudged, but she looked wild and alive. He stood there, his broad chest heaving, muscles flexing as he caught his breath.
"Damn, you were hot out there," he said. He stepped closer, towering over her petite frame, his eyes scanning her like she was his next move.
Lisa grinned, tossing her hair back. "Haha lol! But you know? I assume, fans loved you. Bet they're jealous as hell."
He chuckled, grabbing her wrist gently but firm. "They don't know the half of it. But I'm not here for them." His grip tightened just enough to make her pulse race. She bit her lip, stepping closer until their bodies almost touched. "Oh yeah? Then who you here for?" Her voice was playful.
Lisa is still standing in the same condition, her slutty stage outfit and sweaty still. Her long, skinny legs. He, her interracial boyfriend, was already shirtless from the stage..
Lisa tilted her head, smirking as she eyed his sculpted chest. "You were showing off out there, huh?" she teased, her voice low and flirty. "Dancing like that, half-naked as a black strong guy!. Bet the fans wanted a piece of you."
He stepped closer, his deep laugh rumbling. "Says the girl shaking her ass in that outfit." His eyes roamed her body, lingering on her exposed midriff. "You trying to start a riot or what?" She giggled, twirling a strand of hair.
The mood shifted, the teasing turning intense. He towered over her petite frame, his muscular build making her feel small but electric. Lisa's face changed ~~ her playful smirk became a hungry, slutty stare, her lips parted slightly, eyes locked on his. He leaned in, slow and deliberate, his breath hot against her face. She didn't wait. She tilted her chin up, and their lips crashed together in a deep, intimate French kiss.
It was messy, passionate, all tongue and heat. Their mouths moved hungrily, saliva dripping as they pressed closer, lost in each other. Lisa moaned softly into the kiss, her hands gripping his broad shoulders, nails digging into his sweaty skin. His tongue explored her mouth, and she matched him, bold and eager, the taste of him driving her wild. As they kissed, his strong hands moved to her body, undoing her flimsy crop top with ease. The fabric fell away, revealing her bare skin, still slick from the stage.