just dance drabbles

hot blue man

Being on tour was more stressful than you'd imagined. You were only a few weeks in, but all of this traveling was taking a toll on you. It wasn't just you either, some of the other coaches were being pushed to their limits as well. It wasn't a surprise that many of them would hook up with each other in between shows to stay halfway sane. You heard some rumors about some of your own friends sneaking around with some of the coaches, too. And, as a backstage manager yourself, and being the hottest bitch ever, it wasn't a surprise to find yourself doing the same.

On this particular night, you decide to get a drink at the bar. Performers, coaches, managers, directors- all sorts of other staff members were in and out of the place. You sit by yourself and order a drink. Your knee shakes slightly as some of your anxiety from the day catches up to you. You managed to mess up a grand total of five times today, and you knew your boss was gonna clock you for it.

Suddenly, you feel someone walk up behind you, before taking a seat right next to you.

"Feeling anxious?" You hear a man's voice beside you and immediately feel a shiver down your spine. You look over, and it's none other than Wanderlust, one of the coaches that you were in charge of today. Although, he looks a lot finer in a suit and tie.

He also happened to be the one whose cues you messed up at least three times. You felt like a total screwup, of course you were 'feeling anxious.' But you lie straight through your perfect smile.

"Nope, I'm fine. Why do you ask?"

The handsome man gives you a skeptical look, and you meet his gaze with an equally unreadable glare. He chuckles softly and turns towards you a little more. One leg crossed over the other as he leaned his elbow on the edge of the counter.

"You just seem a little tense. If you need to talk, I'm here." His tone is a little softer and more comforting, while his eyes search her expression closely.

"I'm not tense, and we certainly don't need to talk. Thank you very much." You glared before facing the bar, downing your drink within seconds. He watches, slightly impressed. He snickers and turns towards the bar as well.

"Well, if you need any kind of support... Don't hesitate to come to me." He glances at her with a smirk, and you feel your lips spread into a slight grin when he does so. Your heart flutters a little.

"Support? What kind of support?" You decide to humor him, returning his playful tone with a small chuckle. You realize out of the corner of your eye that he smiles to himself as well. Slowly, his hand slides across the counter to caress your hand.

"You could come find out..." He whispers in a sultry voice. Your heart skips a beat and your thighs squeeze together. You glance at him one more time and catch his eyes exploring your body, which only turns you on even more. You chuckle softly and shake your head.

"What a gentleman." You remark sarcastically. When you look back at him, you realize that he's staring at you, his expression filled with desire and lust. You feel your cheeks grow hot. Why not indulge in this idea? There was no better way to distract yourself anyway.

You slip out of your seat and he smiles. He takes your hand and leads you towards the elevator, and as soon as you're both inside, he grabs you and pulls you in. You press your lips up against his passionately and your arms wrap around his neck. His hands slide onto your waist as he pulls you in a little more.

The elevator is rising fast, but for you, it feels like an eternity in the best way possible. You both get lost in each other's embrace without regard for anything else in the world. You feel his kisses work their way down your neck, the sensation of his soft lips on your skin makes your entire body tremble. When his kisses trail even lower, you pull away a little. He stops immediately, looking down at you with a look of regret.

"...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" He begins, but you cut him off before he can finish his sentence.

"The elevator stopped, and if you're gonna take my clothes off, it's not gonna be in here." You grab his hand and lead him out of the elevator. Within seconds, his expression is back to an affectionate grin. Excitedly, he takes you straight to his hotel room. 

(i took it to my penthouse,

and i freaked it.)

The door slams shut as he pins you up against it, his hands traveling down to your hips. You let out an exasperated moan as he kisses you again. Your hands slip off his coat in mere seconds and then you start to loosen his tie. Meanwhile, you can feel his fingers slip towards the buttons of your blouse. You both make your way toward the bed while you work on ripping each other's clothes off, leaving a trail of accessories on the floor behind you. Both of your soft moans and groans fill the air. You giggle a little when he pushes you down onto the bed. He smiles and starts to kiss your neck again.

You feel him gently travel down your collarbones, and a light whimper escapes your lips as he does so. His fingers trace along the edge of your bra, slowly unclipping it. Slipping that final piece of clothing off you makes you wince, feeling the cold air hitting your bare skin.

That cold feeling doesn't stay for long, though. His lips travel across your chest passionately. Your fingers run through his hair and you subconsciously pull him in closer. You can feel his grin against your soft skin, making your heart flutter.

His kisses continue down until they reach the edge of your jeans, and that's when you realize where he's going with this. He takes his time to tease you as he unzips and pulls down your pants, his fingertips grazing the edges of your underwear before they slip underneath. You stifle a moan when he begins to pull them down, feeling your body squirm underneath him.

He smirks as he watches your thighs shift impatiently, and before he can do anything, your hand is already pulling him in. Finally, his mouth is between your legs and you swear this is what heaven feels like.

You don't even let the shock set in at how skilled his tongue is, because all you can think about is how good it feels to have his mouth all over you. He can feel how soaked you are, and it only pushes him to go further. With one hand in his hair, and the other gripping the sheets, you let pleasure take over completely.

The tension builds with every stroke, lick, and kiss and you know you won't last much longer. You look down at him and realize just how attractive he looks going down on you like this. It only drives you closer to the edge.

You practically come undone at the sight of him, paired with the feeling going on between your thighs; It's only a matter of seconds before you reach your climax, riding the wave of pleasure like no other. You can tell he's enjoying your whines and whimpers and moans, it's like he knows just how much you're losing your mind right now. The feeling of those first few seconds when the rollercoaster drops and your breath hitches... Like that, except a fine-ass man is the one responsible for that feeling. He looks up at you with an attractive grin, wiping his mouth.

His sharpened, sensual gaze meets yours with a burning passion. You dismiss the fact that your thighs are shaking and your entire body is on fire at the moment, and don't even bother catching your breath before your lips are on his again.

Were the pounding headaches and inability to walk the next day extremely painful and humiliating? Yes. But was it worth going at it all night? ABSOLUTELYYY 🗣️🗣️🗣️