just dance drabbles

hot red haired man

It had been a long night for Jack. He sat at his vanity, rummaging through the clutter as he aimlessly searched for something. You couldn't help but hear his frustrated mutters and groans as you walked past his dressing room. You adjust the small microphone near your mouth, shifting the earpiece connected to it slightly. You may just be a backstage manager, but you still care for the performers- even if they treat you like garbage.

You peek your head through the door and don't make a sound, watching him become increasingly frustrated. Finally, he catches your reflection in the vanity mirror, and he freezes. He looks over his shoulder and meets your gaze with a cold, sharpened look on his face.

"What do you want?" He says with an unforgiving tone.

You swear you can feel yourself shiver at his words with how cold they are. Regardless, you decide to keep a polite, friendly tone.

"You're on in five minutes... Is everything alright?" You lean on the doorframe slightly, holding your clipboard up to your chest.

He turns away from you and starts to clean up his desk a little, sighing. He speaks in a monotone voice. He seems particularly distant.

"Everything is fine." He replies through gritted teeth.

You give him a skeptical look, tilting your head to the side. Drawing in a long, deep breath before sighing.

"That wasn't very convincing." You make your remark and feel his eyes dart back to you with a dangerous glare. The look alone is enough to make your chest tighten.

He sighs, turning around and crossing his arms as he leans back in his chair. One leg crossed over the other.

"What is your goal, here?" He tilts his head slightly.

"I'm just saying... You seem stressed. It's not good to perform when you've got all that pent-up emotion." You take a step inside, setting down your clipboard. Your hand rests on your waist and you lean into your hip.

He raises an eyebrow, a look of amusement breaks his distant stare. Looking you up and down, you can both hear the cheering from outside. Those five minutes are counting down quickly.

"Well... How do you suggest I relieve this 'stress'?" You watch his glare sharpen a little. Noticeably, he suppresses his grin.

"Hmmm. Let's see, I do have some tricks up my sleeve." You reply nonchalantly. He watches closely as you take the hair tie off your wrist and put your hair up.

"...What tricks?" His expression shifts, and he raises an eyebrow in suspicion. Meanwhile, you strut right up to him and sigh. You get on your knees, looking up at him with a more sensual look.

"W-What are you doing—" His gaze meets yours with a look of confusion and fluster. You watch him blush a little and feel the grin on your lips spread. You shush him and start to unzip his pants.

One of his hands grips the chair he's sitting in, and the other clutches onto the edge of the vanity behind him. Slowly, you lean forward and kiss his neck, whilst your hands are busy in between his legs. You hear him try to stifle a moan and fail, drawing in a shaky breath.

You know you've only got a few minutes now, so you tighten your ponytail and pull out his massive, hard dick as your hands work their way up the shaft. He sucks in a gasp of air through gritted teeth. Your mouth creeps towards the tip, and you skillfully flick your tongue as you gradually take it all in. (lord please forgive me for the following descriptions im just a girl)

Your lips wrap around his thick cock and you feel him tremble a little. You keep your rhythm slow and steady at first. His low moans and groans urge you on, and your tongue works wonders as it glides across the shaft all the way up to the tip. You feel his hand slip up behind your neck- and it's not long before his hand is behind your head and pulling you in further. Resisting the urge to choke, you grip onto the chair slightly and glance up at him.

He tilts his head back in pleasure as sheer desire and lust wash over him. You can feel him get closer as your tongue slips up and down before you continue to suck on his dick. You bring your thumb to your mouth to wipe the spit and pre-cum dripping from your lips.

Two minutes until curtain call. The harder you suck, the louder he moans. You smile slightly and try not to gag when he pulls you in further. His dick is so deep down your throat, you almost choke. Your hands massage any part of his cock that your throat cant satisfy. He's nearly there, and you're pushing him over the edge.

The sixty second mark is nearing and its not long before you feel his warm cum shoot down your throat. Some of it drips down your chin. He's huffing, his hand slowly releasing you. You study his expression, a mix of relief and euphoria. He wipes the cum dripping down your chin gently, and you lick it right off his thumb. There are thirty seconds left before he has to perform. He zips himself back up quickly and you let your hair back down, fixing your hair and wiping your mouth again. You touch up your lipstick and he fixes his hair. If anything, you were right about at least one thing- he was definitely more relaxed now. Who knew all he needed was a little throat-fucking? 🤗

You pick up your clipboard and make your way out, grinning to yourself as you hear the crowd cheering outside. He walks out on stage and the audience roars. Meanwhile, you continue to direct the other coaches and performers backstage.

(almighty heavenly father, thy holy presence shant fade from my heart although I have just written the most unholy, crude, dirtiest fanfiction ever.)