My dance teacher is cute | Haobin

12 - Hao in heat

POV: Hanbin | SATURDAY EVENING

"It's too warm," he whispered, his fingers clumsy as he tried to undo the buttons. "I'm burning up."

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. "Wait," I said, quickly turning to my closet. "I'll get you a shirt."

I walked over to him, laying the shirt beside him as I hesitated for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest.

Slowly, I leaned in, my fingers trembling as I began unbuttoning his blouse, one button at a time.

His eyes never left me, that sharp gaze boring into me, making my pulse race even faster. I could feel the heat rising in my face as I caught sight of his bare skin, the soft glow of the room accentuating every detail.

When I finally slipped the blouse off his shoulders, our eyes met, and my breath hitched as my hand accidentally brushed against his skin. He was really burning up, his body radiating heat.

Seeing him like this—exposed on my bed, his skin flushed, his gaze hazy and heavy from the alcohol—it felt like the air between us had thickened, almost suffocating.

"Don't you have a fever?" I asked, reaching up to touch his forehead. The warmth under my palm made me jerk my hand back. "You do," I said quickly, rushing to the bathroom to grab a cold, wet towel.

When I returned, I sat next to him on the bed, my hands a little less steady as I wiped the sweat from his forehead. He sat there, eyes locked on me, and I could feel the weight of his gaze. I went lower, gently wiping his neck, my eyes drifting down without meaning to. My gaze lingered on his bare chest, tracing the smooth lines of his body, every breath he took pulling me deeper into the tension between us.

And then, he spoke, his voice low and teasing. "Did you dream about me?"

The question hit me like a punch, and I flinched at the memory. My heart thudded in my chest, and I avoided his eyes, trying to suppress the flood of thoughts that surged to the surface. But then he grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him, that familiar smirk curving his lips.

"You're filthier than I thought," he said, his voice dripping with amusement.

"Fantasizing about me?" His fingers trailed down my chest, leaving a burning trail in their wake. I swallowed hard, the tension almost unbearable as the heat of embarrassment flooded my face.

He leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over my skin.

"What did you do with me in your dream?"

he whispered, his voice sending shivers down my spine. Before I could answer—or even think—he pushed me back onto the bed, his weight pressing down on me as he sat on top of me. My heart raced, the sight of him half-naked, hovering over me, making the room feel dangerously small.

"Did we kiss?" he asked, his voice low and teasing as he leaned in, his lips hovering just above my cheek. His breath was hot against my skin, and I could feel the weight of his gaze, those seductive eyes drawing me in deeper. My chest tightened as his hands slid under my shirt, the heat of his touch sending a jolt through my body, burning into me.

I gasped, my resolve crumbling as I tried to push him away.

"No, Hao... get off," I managed, my voice faltering. But he pressed his body harder against mine, his mouth dangerously close to my ear, whispering words that made my entire body tense.

"Or did you fuck me?"

His words made my face burn, my mind blank. I froze, my body betraying me as I felt a surge of heat between us. My eyes widened in shock when I realized how my cock got hard again. Hao's smirk grew as he felt it too, his hips still pressed against mine, both of us trapped in the heat of the moment.