Rupaul's Drag Race- queen oneshots

//Justin Johnson X Reader

I counted the beats in my head 

1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8

My body spun and dipped in time for each beat, my hair was pulled up in a tight bun, although some strands of my hair had come loose and now framed my face. My face was shiny with sweat and I knew it had drenched parts of my hair, I was wearing spandex shorts and a pale yellow workout shirt.

I had gotten most of the way through my routine before I feel my knee's buckle and lock, I squeak as I go flying to the floor. I let out a puff of air as my stomach smacks onto the floor, effectively winding me. I hear a loud sigh and glance up to see my teacher, Justin Johnson, his eyes were narrowed as he looked at me 

"Come on Y/N! You're better than this. If you're not gonna try whats the point in me doing this" he says, I push myself to stand, my breathing a little shallow from being winded. 

"I know, I'm trying, really" I say, I make my way to the side of the room and take a large gulp of water from my bottle. 

"Well try harder, I dont really do these private lessons but I saw something in you" he says, I bite my lip a little and turn my head to look at him, I smile 

"I know Justin, and I appreciate it" I say genuinely, I just felt physically exhausted. We had been training for hours and it had caught up with me. I hear him sigh 

"Come on, I think we're done for the day" he says, he wipes his brow with the back of his hand. I shake my head 

"No, its fine, lets keep going" I say, giving myself a shake. Justin just gives me a withering look 

"Bitch you're about to drop and I dont think you've eaten today. How about we go get food and we can talk about the competition?" he says, I bite my lip and nod, I was starving. 

"Sure, let me just get changed" I say, I grab my things and go into the changing rooms. I get washed and pull off my sweaty dance clothes, I change into a plain, off white top, a pair of black ripped jeans and my black boots, I pull on my cute cropped jacket and take my hair out of the bun. I brush through my hair and make it look fairly neat. I pack everything into my gym rucksack and make my way out into the lobby. I see Justin standing, looking at his phone, he had changed from his own dance clothes into a pair of smart pants and a button up shirt with colourful geometrical shapes on it, it was crazy but it summed him up to a tee. I approach him and smile 

"Hey" he turns to me and smiles. He puts his phone in his pocket. 

"Shall we?" he asks, I nod and we walk out side by side. 

"Where are we going?" I ask, following him to his car, I had walked here today. He thinks for a moment 

"Theres this great place not far from here, it sells a variety of things, the foods great" he says, I nod 

"Sure, sounds good, you're paying teach" I tease, winking playfully at him. He laughs and shakes his head 

"You're really trying it miss thing" I smile and get in the passenger seat. 

"Hell yeah, I already pay you for dance lessons" I say laughing, he just shakes his head at me, a slight smile on his face. He drives at a steady pace as music played over the radio, it was awful and resembled a whale song. I grimace

"J, not being a dick but do you have an AUX cord? This music is depressing me" I joke, he just chuckles. 

"Sure, put whatever you want on" he says, I grin and grab my phone. After connecting it I scroll through my spotify playlist and finally decide on Dolly Parton, as Islands in the Stream blares throughout the car I sway along. Justin just glances at me and chuckles, shaking his head lightly.