Music Never Felt So Good
Title: Music Never Felt So Good
Rating: NC-17!
Genre: PWP.
Pairings: Hankyung/Music...?
Warnings: One fat paragraph with a VERY different take on PWP, and it might pollute your impressions on bass-heavy music for awhile. XD
Summary: When present times are difficult, Hankyung turns to the dancefloor, to the music.
I know I've had too much to drink, but I don't care. What matters is the floor, and me. I move my body to the heavy music, feeling the thumping course through my body, and I knew it was crazy but I felt the heavy, sensual bass pound and pump through my veins, sending heat rushing through my body, provoking my blood to pump, hotter, faster. All my thoughts leave me, and I feel my vision blur for a second as I grow aroused, my body hot with need and desire. The crowd moves around me, but I barely see or hear them; I'm drunk on the music, lost in the beat. I rotate my hips slowly and run my hands down my body before raising my arms and bending my elbows, letting my hands brush at the hair at the nape of my neck, all the while grinding my body against the music. My eyelids flutter shut, and I tip my head back, feeling the music from the speakers push against me and support me, buffetting against every inch of my skin, sending vibrations through the now prominent bulge in my pants. This is just what I need, the drug for me to forget everything. The pleasure is unbearable, and I thrust my hips slowly against the heavy, thick, sensuous undertone of the music in time with its beats. No one notices me; I believe they're as affected. I lose track of time and space as the music tortures me with its touch. I feel it pound into my body and I moan, the sounds lost as the overwhelming music devours it up greedily. I roll my hips upwards, fucking the music as we become one, my hand reaching down to apply pressure as I thrust forward into my grip and the strength of the music. It's so fucking good, and with the heavy, sinful groan of the bass enveloping me, I come uninhibitedly, waves of pleasure crashing down on me, merging with the rich, repetitive thumping that courses through my body. My cries of pleasure blend in with the music - it couldn't have been more perfect, and I shudder and tremble uncontrollably with both. As the song ends, I come down from my high, and walk off the dancefloor with a smile on my lips, glad for the dim lighting that hide the slowly-forming stain in my pants.
A/N: First time writing something as CRAZY as this, and it's different, to say the least. XD I hope y'all like it!
xoxo
Bex
Rating: NC-17!
Genre: PWP.
Pairings: Hankyung/Music...?
Warnings: One fat paragraph with a VERY different take on PWP, and it might pollute your impressions on bass-heavy music for awhile. XD
Summary: When present times are difficult, Hankyung turns to the dancefloor, to the music.
I know I've had too much to drink, but I don't care. What matters is the floor, and me. I move my body to the heavy music, feeling the thumping course through my body, and I knew it was crazy but I felt the heavy, sensual bass pound and pump through my veins, sending heat rushing through my body, provoking my blood to pump, hotter, faster. All my thoughts leave me, and I feel my vision blur for a second as I grow aroused, my body hot with need and desire. The crowd moves around me, but I barely see or hear them; I'm drunk on the music, lost in the beat. I rotate my hips slowly and run my hands down my body before raising my arms and bending my elbows, letting my hands brush at the hair at the nape of my neck, all the while grinding my body against the music. My eyelids flutter shut, and I tip my head back, feeling the music from the speakers push against me and support me, buffetting against every inch of my skin, sending vibrations through the now prominent bulge in my pants. This is just what I need, the drug for me to forget everything. The pleasure is unbearable, and I thrust my hips slowly against the heavy, thick, sensuous undertone of the music in time with its beats. No one notices me; I believe they're as affected. I lose track of time and space as the music tortures me with its touch. I feel it pound into my body and I moan, the sounds lost as the overwhelming music devours it up greedily. I roll my hips upwards, fucking the music as we become one, my hand reaching down to apply pressure as I thrust forward into my grip and the strength of the music. It's so fucking good, and with the heavy, sinful groan of the bass enveloping me, I come uninhibitedly, waves of pleasure crashing down on me, merging with the rich, repetitive thumping that courses through my body. My cries of pleasure blend in with the music - it couldn't have been more perfect, and I shudder and tremble uncontrollably with both. As the song ends, I come down from my high, and walk off the dancefloor with a smile on my lips, glad for the dim lighting that hide the slowly-forming stain in my pants.
A/N: First time writing something as CRAZY as this, and it's different, to say the least. XD I hope y'all like it!
xoxo
Bex