dirty dancing

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(a/n you and wes are 19 so you can drink ok)

God I fucking hate college parties. My two friends ditched me and are probably getting banged in an upstairs bedroom somewhere, while I'm down in the main room where the speakers are blasting trap music all around the large house.

I strut my way back towards the kitchen, where I could grab another cup of whatever alcohol I was consuming. As I'm purposely swaying my hips -not too much, but just enough- I hear slight whistles and I can feel glances fall onto my body for the fourth time at this party.

"Damn, Ma,"

"I'd tap," and a few more stupid remarks is what I can hear as I'm walking by.

I enter the not-so-crowded kitchen area and head over to the counter which is scattered with different alcoholic beverages, and grab the baby pink bottle I had tried the last time and began to pour the last of it into my red solo cup.

I place the empty bottle off to the side right before feeling a pair of strong arms slither their way around my stomach from behind, as a muscular body is pressed up against my back in the process.

"Quite a show you put on back there," I hear a husky voice say into my ear, causing the hairs on my neck and arms to stand up. I place my cup down on the counter and turn to face an extremely attractive dude staring down at me.

I instantly smirk and stare up at his eyes through my eyelashes, "You don't think I know that?" I say cocking my head slightly to the left before turning around to retrieve my drink and head back out to the main room where the speakers were now blasting Zaddy by Ty Dolla $ign. Not to my surprise, there was people left and right grinding on each other. Who can blame them? Zaddy gets everyone in a mood.

I down my drink and toss my cup into a near trash bag and make my way to the centre of the room where the dancing was happening.

"Zaddy gon' pull up and he gon' fuck you all night,"

I slip into the crowd of sweaty bodies and get lost in the song while rolling my hips with the beat, but not for long before a familiar pair of hands lock onto my hips and guide them against his crotch area. I don't mind because I dirty dance all the time.

I raise my hands to reach the back of his neck and pull him closer to my behind and continue to grind to the music, causing a low groan to escape this mystery guy's mouth.

"You're a fucking tease, baby," he whispers into my ear, loud enough so I could still here him over the song.

I grin even though he can't see me, "But you like it don't you?" I say while turning my face to the side so he could hear me.

Without letting him answer I swiftly turn my body to face him and palm him slightly, as I begin to leave sloppy kisses along his jawline.

"Fuck," he whispers, letting his eyes flutter closed.

I take this chance to quickly back away, and sexily blow him a kiss when his eyes re-open. Before he can say anything I disappear into crowd, leaving him horny and confused.

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a/n so like haha this is my first imagine and it turned out okay I guess

Part 2 is next don't worry;)

word count: 600

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