My dance teacher is cute | Haobin

19 - A Dangerous Routine 🔞

[TW: short smut at the beginning; you can skip till Hanbins pov]

POV: Zhang Hao | MONDAY PAST MIDNIGHT

"We've got no lube," Jiwoong said, his voice low. I sat up, brushing his cock against my cheek. "We don't need it," I whispered, eyes meeting his as I wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock. Slowly, I slid it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around him as I took him in deeper. His quiet growls filled the room, and when I finally pulled away, his cock was slick with my saliva.

"Should be alright now," I mumbled, turning around and getting on all fours. His hands gripped my waist, and I winced as he pressed it inside me, my body instantly warming at the sensation. He moved slowly at first, each thrust deliberate as I clutched the sheets, my breaths coming out in soft whimpers.

I sighed, disappointed he wasn't interested in dirty talk. Burying my face into the pillow, I felt his pace pick up, his thrusts growing faster and deeper. It felt good—but I couldn't shake the thought that it could be better. I wanted something more raw, more chaotic.

Maybe it was the alcohol, but suddenly, I imagined it was Hanbin behind me, thrusting into me. The thought sent shivers through my body, and I moaned louder into the pillow, moving my hips in rhythm with him. "Mmh... Hanb—" My eyes shot open, catching myself just before I finished the name. But I don't think Jiwoong noticed. Just then, a jolt of pleasure tore through me, and I gasped, my body trembling as I came, all while Hanbin's image lingered in my mind.

Damn, the hold he had over me.

My face flushed, and I felt the craving for more grow stronger. "C-can you go... deeper?" I muttered, and Jiwoong gripped my shoulder, his pace quickening, each thrust sinking deeper. "O-ohh..." I gasped, finally getting the intensity I wanted. As he neared his release, I told him not to come inside-l didn't like that feeling.

After a few more rounds, we were both breathless and drenched in sweat. Exhausted, we went to wash up in the bathroom. Once clean, we collapsed into bed, while he drifted off to sleep, my mind was elsewhere, wondering what Hanbin was doing at this moment whether he had thought of me at all or was just sleeping peacefully, without a care...

POV: Hanbin | TUESDAY MORNING

Saying I was mad was an understatement.

We were halfway through practice, and neither of them had shown up. The absence was like a dark cloud suffocating the room, feeding into the frustration coiling inside me. Every offbeat step, every slight mistake, grated at me. I hadn't slept, and it felt like the whole world was trying to get under my skin today.

The atmosphere was heavy, tense. No one dared to joke or slack off. My mood radiated through the room, a silent warning. I moved between trainees, checking their progress, my patience wearing thin with every passing second.

"Gyuvin, focus on the details. Stay on beat," I muttered, writing down notes without looking up. "Next," I called, but then the door creaked open. My eyes snapped toward it. Jiwoong entered, bowing quickly. He didn't meet my eyes, as if he knew the weight of my gaze already pressing on him.

I waved him in with a curt nod, I could feel the frustration boiling beneath my skin. But it wasn't him I was really waiting for.

And then, there he was.

Hao leaned against the doorframe, hood pulled low over his face, his arms crossed casually like he hadn't just waltzed in late—again. His hair was a mess, and his indifferent expression lit a fire in me. He didn't even bother to apologize. Just stood there, meeting my glare with a look that made my blood boil.