Magcon Imagines

Sammy Wilk

Naughty Scale: 4/5

"Dance for me" he whispered in my ear. I was sitting at the bar when he spoke to me. His breath was warm, intoxicated.

I turned around, my small black dress following me. I looked at him, he was a little sweaty from the packed club. His brown eyes followed mine, I was unable to look away from him, but it's not like I wanted to look away.

"Okay" I muttered. I turned around and walked onto the dance floor, making sure he could see me. I've never danced for a certain person before, only myself, so I did what I knew to do and swung with the crowd. My hips swung and I threw my arms in the air, I could feel the life of the club pumping in my veins. I looked at the boy, he was staring at me sipping his drink. He had a smirk on my face so I was almost sure I pleased him enough.

I slowed down and I noticed him wave to me. I stopped dancing completely and walked towards him, I tried to swing my hips but the crowd was to thick.

"I'm Sammy." He said looking at me, his drink was gone.

"And?" I asked playing cool. He smiled at me, I could see his dimples playing on his face.

"And... I'd like to know your name" Sammy said accidentally letting out a small chuckle.

"(y/n)" I replied. I felt good about myself, like I was playing the right cards.

"Well (y/n) I liked seeing you dance." he said looking up and down at me. He bit his lip. I was turned on.

"Maybe we can dance later." I said grabbing my purse and jacket and walking towards the door. I was shocked I said that but that boy was seductive. I felt his eyes follow me. I hit the door and I felt a hand on my waist. I turned around and saw Sammy.

"Or we can dance now?" He asked. I wanted to smile but I knew this boy was a player, and my cards had to be carefully laid out to play this game.

"Where?" I asked slowly getting closer to him. His hand was on my back, slowly getting closer to my butt.

"Wherever you want" he whispered.