How about a fic where the reader, Rich, Rob and Matt are doing karaoke during a panel where the reader comes out in a flapper outfit and sings and dances kinda sultry to something from Chicago (maybe like All That Jazz or When You’re Good To Mama) and Richard gets a bit hot and bothered and admits his feelings to her after the panel? :Requested by Anonymous

It was karaoke night, and you were going big for this convention. You planned on singing the song “When You’re Good to Mama” from the musical Chicago, with a full on flapper outfit from the 20s.

Your dress was scarlet red with black trimmings, long black gloves adorned your hands, and tights covered your legs. You were finally ready with all your makeup and appeared backstage.

Briana and Kim gasped, smirking mischievously and giving you compliments on the costume.

Meanwhile, Rich was talking to Rob before you walked in, but immediately halted as his eyes met your body.

“Fucking hell,” he mumbled.

Rob turned around to see what his friend was looking at.

“Oh, Rich, you’re screwed, buddy.”

–

“Welcome to karaoke night, everyone! We’ve got some special guests singing, but first to kick it off, we have Y/n!”

Everybody was on stage, except you. It was now or never, you were excited and feeling sexy as hell.

The curtains flew back as you stepped out, gently waving and blowing kisses at the audience.

You stepped up to the microphone, glanced at Matt, who was playing the background music, and nodded to him.

Your hand wrapped around the microphone, bringing it to your lips and smirking.

“Ask any of the chickies in my pen, they’ll tell you I’m the biggest mother hen.”

Rich’s eyes locked onto you just like the audience. There was no way he would be able to control himself with you singing this song.

“I love them all,” you winked at the crowd, “and all of them love me.”

His mind was reeling, trying to keep up with your motions and words.

“Because the system works, the system called. Reciprocity.”

You grasped the mic, disconnecting it from the stand and beginning to pace across the stage.

“Got a little motto, always sees me through. When you’re good to Mama, Mama’s good to you.”

Rich’s eyes widened; you were heading toward him.

You approached him, reaching a hand out to place it on his chest.

“There’s a lot of favors I’m prepared to do,” you grinned mischievously, “You do one for Mama, she’ll do one for you.”

Your touch left him just like that, trailing away to one of your other friends on stage.

The whole time, Rich watches you, eyes focused on your body and the way your outfit curves along the right places. Good thing he was wearing a loose-fitting outfit, or else the whole audience would be able to see what you do to him.
You’re done singing shortly after, smiling and waving at the crowd as you exit the stage.

You sigh, tugging your uncomfortable shoes and gloves off.

“Y/n,” someone’s gravelly voice says, clearing their throat.

Your spin around, grinning as you see Rich.

“Hey! What did you think about my song choice?” You chuckled, pausing as you saw the way his pupil’s dilated and his breaths came out ragged.

“Is something wrong, Rich?”

He quickly glanced behind him before pushing you against the nearest wall.

“Do you know what that song did to me? Normally, whenever you’re around I get hard, but goddamn your outfit and that song just put me over the edge.”

Your eyes met his lust-blown ones and all you could do was smirk.

“My room?”

Rich instantly pulled away, grabbed your hand, and began tugging you towards the hotel rooms.

Tonight was going to be more fun than you expected.

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