LMJ Imagines

Dance With Me

I was at this party.

I mean it wasn't boring but nothing/nobody was really catching my attention.

I was standing in one of the corners of the large room, the lights flashed and moved around frantically. The soda in my right hand was cold with the water droplets running down my fingers. I would say my outfit is decent enough to make an appearance at a party. Black ripped skinny jeans, loose black crop top, my signature leather jacket, and my favorite pair of black combat boots, but definitely not forgetting my ray bans. I didn't feel like dressing up a lot so I kept everything to a minimal, my hair straight, only mascara and eyeliner on, which made my hazel eyes pop.

Moving my head to the song playing, I didn't notice a girl to my left trying to get my attention. She batted her eyelashes so many times I thought there was actually something wrong with her. Her skimpy black dress only reaching to the bottom of her butt, which I honestly found really disgusting. Her fake blonde hair was obviously a sad attempt of an ombre.

"Hey, Y/n. How 'bout we go to the bar and you get me a drink, then i'll show you something that half of the girls in here can't do, upstairs." The unnamed girl attempted to purr, which sounded like she already had too much to drink. I automatically cringed when she slid her hand on my exposed skin that my top nor my jacket didn't cover.

I had never been the type of person to say no or anything rudely. It's always been a struggle for me, to be rude and what not. Plus, my mother taught me how to respect a lady and her choice. So, at this moment, I've never been so uncomfortable in my life.

Her hand feeling like sand paper, rubbing against my exposed skin. Her breath hot and rapid, near my ear. I kept my eyes on her the whole time.

"Come on, baby. Don't give me the silent treatment now. You know you want me." She continued to 'purr', moving her head side to side and batting her fake eyelashes.

"I-uh-" I started pointing behind me, as if it would help me.

She was about to speak again before a soft yet raspy voice beat her to it. "Hey, babe!" A girl with waist length, dark brown hair walked up to us. Man, was she gorgeous. I could feel my hands get clammy and my heart sped up a bit.

She wore a black, sleeveless, fitted dress with tiny designs on the front. Her body screamed perfection. Most of her legs were covered thigh-high black boots, a strip of her pale thighs was left uncovered. My eyes traveled up to her face and I was met with striking green eyes. Eyebrows perfectly done, long eyelashes that grazed her cheekbones when she blinked, nicely shaped nose with a piercing, luscious lips that were painted in a nude color.

She was stunning.

Back to reality, Y/n!

Wait. Did she say 'babe'? Was she talking to the hooker attached to my arm? Or?

I could tell I had a confused look on my face. I was so lost. Having no idea what was going on, I stayed quiet and let the girl talk.

"Um, excuse me. You have your arm wrapped around my girlfriend." The girl said, pointing to where the hooker had her arm around my waist. I was still confused.

Was she talking about me?

No, she couldn't have.

If she wasn't, I feel bad for her.

"What do you mean 'your girlfriend' ? Y/n doesn't do girlfriends. So why don't you go to the back of the line and wait your turn with her?" The girl that latched herself to my arm retorted with such an ugly attitude. Her free hand made its way to my other hip, "Come on, Y/n. You don't need this skank anyway. So let's go to a room upstairs and have some fun." She attempted to whisper in my ear but I moved my head away from, detaching myself. I walked over to the girl, who looked a little pissed off.

I finally grew enough confidence to say something and actually look at her, "Hey babe." I sheepishly smiled, slipping my arm around her small waist and pulling her to me a little more.

She seemed surprised at first but still went along with it, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling my face closer to hers. Looking up at me, she reached and grabbed my ray bans off of my face. Then leaned in.

Oh Jesus.

A hot girl is gonna kiss me.

Shit.

Shit.

I'm not ready.

Oh, but she's so hot.

Don't get me wrong, I've had many flings before. But none of them ever looked like this mystery girl.

Finally, our lips met. Soft and warm, her lips massaged mine. I was shocked at how great it felt. My free hand made its way around her waist as well and tried to pull her closer to me, as if that were possible. She let out the lightest sound I had ever heard and attempted to pull me down further to her.

My tongue swiped over her lips and she opened them, her tongue darting out and into mine. I heard an ear splitting screech from some where, but that didn't stop me. We finally pulled back to catch a breath and just stood there, looking at each other before she smiled sweetly.

"Come on, dance with me." She grabbed my hands and pulled me to the dance floor.

Ariana Grande's 'Let Me Love You' playing through the the house. Us in the heart of the dance floor, dancing to the beat of the music.

My hands were on her waist, feeling the movements of her hips swaying. Her back pressed up to my front as her hands reached up and wrapped around the back of my neck, slightly pulling at my baby hairs. She suddenly turned around to face me, her arms still going around my neck as she stared my in the eyes.

The green in her eyes was still visible from the lights flashing around. Her eyes seemed dilated, lips slightly parted as her breath got heavier.

"I-um, never got you're name." I stuttered.

"And you won't figure it out." She smirked proudly, somehow pulling me closer.

"Can you at least tell me why you helped me out with the hooker?" I asked.

She chuckled lightly, "You seemed to be having trouble and looked rather very uncomfortable." She shrugged, almost as if was the weather we were talking about.

I nodded, but still kept the eye contact. My breath becoming heavier, almost sounding like I was panting because she kept rubbing her front against my front. And I was losing it.

Then, a girl with ombré hair, light skin, nice figure walked up to us and gave the girl dancing with me a look. As if saying 'let's go'.

"Well, y/n. It was nice meeting you." She smirked again and released her hands from my neck and began walking off with her friend.

I groaned aloud, "I need to figure out who this girl is." I muttered. She completely drove me insane.

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And it's done. Sorry it took a very long periodically time :(

1241 words!!
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