Bree

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▽ Pairing: Hoseok x Reader ▽ Genre: dancer!AU, smut ▽ Summary:  When you walk into the studio that Sunday afternoon, all you expect is a lonely and chill practice session but, a few hours later, your programs are shattered in thousand pieces by the unexpected presence of Jung Hoseok. And nothing could have prepared you for what he had in store for you. ▽ Word Count: 7.298 

▽ WARNINGS: graphic depictions of sexual intercourse, dirty talk, swearing, hair pulling, fingering, fisting, oral sex, rough sex, mirror sex, multiple orgasms.

▽ Author’s note: Well, well, well. This is my very small gift to @jjinniebaegopa - happy birthday, luv! I know you probably forgot by now that dream you shared in the gc and the fact that I said I was going to write you a fic off of it but… I didn’t! So here we go! I hope you have a blast today and that you’ll like this small piece ♥

The room is partially illuminated by little white lights hanging from the black painted walls that serve the purpose of creating a nice atmosphere for getting lost inside the music. You stand right there, in the center of the dance floor, lids half-closed and head tilted back with sweat dripping down your tired body whilst the deep bass of the music fills the room.

The song is slow and insinuates itself in your mind, awakening your body as if you were a kid and the record the pied piper luring you in. Your muscles start to move to the rhythm, following each beat in a routine that is now embedded in your very core as if you had been born just to dance it.

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