[fanfic] Dance With Me
Dance With Me | Donghae/Reader | R | We were just dancing in the studio, then things got a little frisky.
Our bodies, lined with a thin layer of sweat, moved in rhythm in the dance studio. The large mirror before us helped us dance in synch, yet I couldn't help but keep my eyes on my boyfriend and the way he moves his body. He's beyond sexy and he's not even trying. You should see him when he tries to be sexy. Oh hot damn.
The song on the radio came to an end and Donghae walked up to me from behind and placed his hands upon my waist. "Position your hips like this when you do your hip thrusts." His strong hands moved my body to a more fitting dance pose.
"Oh come on Hae baby, you know I can't dance to save my life." The CD continued to the next track, even though we don't have choreography for it. "Why are you doing this?" I ran my fingers through my hair, stressed.
"Not true, babe. I love the way you can move your body," he whispered huskily in my ear.
"Like this?" I purposely rolled my hips back into his crotch and laughed to myself and he tried too hard to stifle a moan determined to come out. I swayed back and forth slightly to the beat of the music and ran my hand down the back of his thigh. I heard him swallow hard behind me. Another hip roll into his body sent him over the edge. He thrust my body hard into the mirror. I didn't mind though; I like it when he gets rough.
He shoved his tongue down my throat for a most heated kiss and rubbed his clothed, hardening cock against my body as a sign that this wouldn't stop short. Wrapping my arms tightly around his neck and lacing a couple fingers in his dishevelled hair, I let him tear up my neck, turning it whatever colour he desired. The whole world would I know I was his.
I undid his pants with one hand and traced my hand up his cock with only his red Calvin Kleins in between. "Tease." His lips brushed my ear as he spoke. Sliding my hands slowly up his toned abs, making sure to run my soft hands over every bit of him, I removed his nuisance of a purple tank top and flung it to the floor.
I teased his nipples, one with my tongue and the other with my hand as he did the same to me. Pulling my dance shorts and oversized T-shirt off in two swift moves, he left me in my lacy padded, purple spaghetti strap and black panties. "We matched," he said with a smile complete with tongue peeking out between his luscious pink lips. He indicated to his also purple shirt lying on the floor.
I rubbed my hand slowly down his cheek and rubbed my knee between his legs. I love to see him all hot and bothered. "What do you want baby? Should I suck you off and let you rip out my hair as I do so? You like that." I brushed my thumb over the head of his cock and he let out a deep moan and threw his head back. "No I think someone's a little too horny for that today. How about you let me ride you? I know you like that too." I slowly, teasingly rubbed my hand up and down the his length a few times. "Or do you just want to fuck me up a little bit against this mirror and say 'who gives a fuck' if anyone walks in on us?"
Without another word, he hoisted me up against the mirror with his strong arms that were larger than my face and I wrapped my legs around his waist. "How many fingers do you want babe?" He slowly placed his hand in my panties.
"Ugh... one, three, four. I don't care just get inside me, Hae." And the music just became background noise to our moans as we removed each other of any remaining clothing.
A/N: This was written on the spot, like BAM. No editing. So sorry if it sucks. It's just to relieve my little sexual frustrations with this man. And because I have writer's block with Reverie. But more importantly, have you seen his guns? Click here to make your ovaries explode. This man has a face of a child yet is still too sexy for words. idge. Also kind of inspired by this. Sorry it ended so abruptly. 1) I feel weird writing non-male slash. I don't know why. 2) I'm on a time limit and have to leave for work soon. //bricked to death.
Our bodies, lined with a thin layer of sweat, moved in rhythm in the dance studio. The large mirror before us helped us dance in synch, yet I couldn't help but keep my eyes on my boyfriend and the way he moves his body. He's beyond sexy and he's not even trying. You should see him when he tries to be sexy. Oh hot damn.
The song on the radio came to an end and Donghae walked up to me from behind and placed his hands upon my waist. "Position your hips like this when you do your hip thrusts." His strong hands moved my body to a more fitting dance pose.
"Oh come on Hae baby, you know I can't dance to save my life." The CD continued to the next track, even though we don't have choreography for it. "Why are you doing this?" I ran my fingers through my hair, stressed.
"Not true, babe. I love the way you can move your body," he whispered huskily in my ear.
"Like this?" I purposely rolled my hips back into his crotch and laughed to myself and he tried too hard to stifle a moan determined to come out. I swayed back and forth slightly to the beat of the music and ran my hand down the back of his thigh. I heard him swallow hard behind me. Another hip roll into his body sent him over the edge. He thrust my body hard into the mirror. I didn't mind though; I like it when he gets rough.
He shoved his tongue down my throat for a most heated kiss and rubbed his clothed, hardening cock against my body as a sign that this wouldn't stop short. Wrapping my arms tightly around his neck and lacing a couple fingers in his dishevelled hair, I let him tear up my neck, turning it whatever colour he desired. The whole world would I know I was his.
I undid his pants with one hand and traced my hand up his cock with only his red Calvin Kleins in between. "Tease." His lips brushed my ear as he spoke. Sliding my hands slowly up his toned abs, making sure to run my soft hands over every bit of him, I removed his nuisance of a purple tank top and flung it to the floor.
I teased his nipples, one with my tongue and the other with my hand as he did the same to me. Pulling my dance shorts and oversized T-shirt off in two swift moves, he left me in my lacy padded, purple spaghetti strap and black panties. "We matched," he said with a smile complete with tongue peeking out between his luscious pink lips. He indicated to his also purple shirt lying on the floor.
I rubbed my hand slowly down his cheek and rubbed my knee between his legs. I love to see him all hot and bothered. "What do you want baby? Should I suck you off and let you rip out my hair as I do so? You like that." I brushed my thumb over the head of his cock and he let out a deep moan and threw his head back. "No I think someone's a little too horny for that today. How about you let me ride you? I know you like that too." I slowly, teasingly rubbed my hand up and down the his length a few times. "Or do you just want to fuck me up a little bit against this mirror and say 'who gives a fuck' if anyone walks in on us?"
Without another word, he hoisted me up against the mirror with his strong arms that were larger than my face and I wrapped my legs around his waist. "How many fingers do you want babe?" He slowly placed his hand in my panties.
"Ugh... one, three, four. I don't care just get inside me, Hae." And the music just became background noise to our moans as we removed each other of any remaining clothing.
A/N: This was written on the spot, like BAM. No editing. So sorry if it sucks. It's just to relieve my little sexual frustrations with this man. And because I have writer's block with Reverie. But more importantly, have you seen his guns? Click here to make your ovaries explode. This man has a face of a child yet is still too sexy for words. idge. Also kind of inspired by this. Sorry it ended so abruptly. 1) I feel weird writing non-male slash. I don't know why. 2) I'm on a time limit and have to leave for work soon. //bricked to death.
