August Alsina Imagines

The Obsession

Y N

I only call you when it's half past, five

The only time that I'll be by, your, side

I only love it when you touch me, not feel me

When I'm fucked up, that's the real me

When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, yeah

I only call you when it's half past, five

The only time I'd ever call you mine

I only love it when you touch me, not feel me

When I'm fucked up, that's the real me

When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, babe

I danced as The Hills by The Weekend blared through the speakers in my dance studio.

As the song started to fade out, I stopped dancing and sat on the bench. I grabbed my water bottle and drunk what was left in it.

I was about to go to the back when this guy walked in. I turned around and walked up to him. He was really attractive.

"Hey, I was watching you dance from your door outside and I was mesmerized by it. You dance beautifully." He complimented.

I smiled shyly. "Thanks."

"I'm August." He extended his right arm out. I shook it and looked in his eyes.

"I'm YN."

"Well YN, I'm assuming you're a dance teacher."

"Yes I am." I giggled.

"Do you have any classes tomorrow?"

"No. I only have classes Monday, Wednesday, and Friday."

"So..Can you teach me how to dance?" He raised an eyebrow. "I can't dance to save my life." He chuckled.

"I would be happy to."

He smiled, "Thank you. What time should I be here tomorrow?"

"One-thirty should be good." I nodded.

"Great. Thanks again YN. See you tomorrow."

"Bye." I waved.

He left the studio. I went to back and turned off the light. I went back to the front, grabbed my bag, and locked up the studio.
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{2 Weeks Later}

So me and August hit it off real good. I've been giving him personal dance lessons and he's been improving. When I tell you he wasn't lying when he said he couldn't dance─he wasn't.

But anyways, today I'm giving him personal dance lessons.

I was sitting on the bench on my phone, waiting for him to arrive. Around One forty five, the studio doors swung open and August walked in and sat his bag down.

"Sorry I'm late." He apologized.

"You're fine August." I chuckled. "You ready?"

"Uh yeah." He sat his phone down before walking to me.

I turned on the speaker system and grabbed my phone. I went to all my songs and played Earned It by The Weekend.

"Alright we're gonna rehearse what we danced last time we met. Okay?"

He nodded. "I gotchu'."

I'm so used to being used

So I love when you call unexpected

Cause I hate when the moment's expected

So I'ma care for you, you, you

I'ma care for you, you, you, you, yeah

Cause girl you're perfect

You're always worth it

And you deserve it

The way you work it

Cause girl you earned it

Girl you earned it

August twirled me around and held me close to him. I stared into his eyes. We both leaned in and kissed each other. Things soon began to get intense.

He picked me as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He pushed me up against the wall, not breaking the kiss. I didn't hesitate to take off his shirt, or pants. He laid me down on the floor and bit his lip.

Lord, please forgive me for what we're about to do.
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So this imagine is gonna be a somewhat of a short story. I lowkey wanna turn this into a book but I don't know.

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