Request??

request??

vox x reader :>

scenario: vox teaches reader how to dance (like formally)??

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VOX X READER!! (Reader will be gn because anon didn’t specify!)

Warning; None!

this is my first fic! Please tell me if I did good or not :>

your sitting in Vox’s tower, bored as hell, you would usually wonder around but Vox requested for you to stay where you were, as he said that he wanted to teach you something ‘later’. It’s already later and he’s late. You groan in frustration, leave it to Vox to be late to his own plans.

after a few minutes he finally gets there, his smooth voice greeting you. “Why you stayed, perfect, sorry I’m late, Valentino held me up.” He says, you huff, it’s always Valentino this and Valentino that with Vox, as he makes it his duties to make sure Valentino doesn’t fuck everything up.

You look at him. “Yeah, it’s always Valentino.” You say, standing up, “Why did you want me to stay here Vox? You said you’ll teach me something?” You ask, he smiles at you, god his smile. He may sometimes be a lot to put up with but god that smile makes you feel butterflies every time you see it

As formal music starts playing you jump, forgetting that he can connect to any speakers. “Well, my dear, I thought I would try to teach you to dance. And before you say that you know how to dance I mean formally. Not all.. dumb like people think is dancing” he says with a sly smile as you roll your eyes.

“Alright then, teach me.” You respond, a slight smile on your face. As he walks to you he starts instructing you on where and how to stand when waiting for your dancing partner. “Stand a little straighter and to the left- Nono, my left! Look at me as well.” He bosses as he gets to you.

As he gets to you he clasps one of your hands in his and puts his other on your hip. “Alright, hold my hand and put your other on my shoulder. Yes, just like that, good, now step forward and step back, forward, back, turn too, we have to turn.” He explains, your frustration slight. “Are there a bunch of rules to this? It’s stupid.” You mumble, he then dips you, scaring you a little. “This is called a dip, I won’t drop you relax, your stiffer then a board.” He comments as he brings you back up.

You’re still a little tense when he brings you back up. “Sometimes I think you will drop me, you act like it” you respond, making him laugh as you continue the pattern. Forward, back, forward, back, turn. Then he spins you, catching you and dipping you, almost as if he’s been doing it his whole life and death. You’re less stiff but it’s because of the surprise. “That’s what I’m talking about!”

After about an hour of practice you got it down, moving in almost perfect sync with him. Forward, back, forward, back, turn, forward, back, spin, dip, forward and repeat. You’re smiling with him. “This is a lot easier now!” You say, laughing as he shakes his head. “Of course it is, it’s not like it’s hard in general!” He responds.

CUDSCBYDNYXDEEXDYN I HOPE YOU LIKE IT GRAH OMGGGGGG THIS WAS HARD AT THE BEGINING ND IT GOT PROGRESSIVELY EASIER TO WRITE HAHAHA