That dance- It was said that practice makes perfect. Following this rule, you practiced everyday just to get that damn pole dance right. Why? Because for a famous dancer not knowing that dance just made you shame. But..what if you were practicing at the wrong time..? (Sexually confused teen! Shindou x reader)
Warning: This chapter is rated M. No really that much but for my own safety I made it M. If your mind can't handle it or you just don't like this kind of thing, please don't read. Instead of that enjoy some cookies I made for you. (BUT YOU CAN'T EAT MY LIVING COOKIE!)
The empty room, the squeeky shoes hitting on the cold and hard floor, hot air just swirling around hitting the sweaty clothes as your body moves gracefully across the room. Hitting every beat just perfectly with your body, as the music echoes through the room. Focused reflection on, as it seems, thousands of mirrors in the white colored room.
This kind of work is what made you responsible. It made you a hard worker, but most importantly, this kind of practice, after your body feels like it lost a limb, is what made you a famous dancer. For (F/n) (L/n) dance wasn't just a hobby, it was the way of life. No matter what emotion came pounding at her in life, it would always end the same - with dance. Dance expresses happiness, pain, sorrow, love, just everything. Dancers give people inspiration and as some would say: hope.
With one easy move, the heavy bag was dropped onto the dark corner of the dark room. Dark room, that nobody bothered to turn the light in and give it some shine. Mostly because there was nobody there. Nobody to care about that. The (h/c) girl didn't care about the dark room, she only had one mission right now. To was away the dirt and the sweat that makes you successful.
Stripping out of clothing, that are now in the dirty pile laundry, she stepped inside the shower cabin. Reasonably hot water falling down the well curved body, leaving dripplets and the feeling of enjoyment. It felt so amaying, perfect and finally some relaxation came to you. Now, most of women in this world would think of a man touching them like this. So smoothly, leaving chills and making them go completely crazy. They would be hurt and sad that there is nobody to make their fantasies come true. But (F/n) wasn't like every other girl in this world. She was special and unique.
The painful thought that bothered this girl was the very thing she loved the most - dance. She was a prodogy, a rising star. The girl that could express every emotion with her body through the language of dance, and make the viewers feel the same way. So why...Why could she never get that damn dance right!? Her biggest enemy...the pole dance. No, stop! Before you say anything, pole dancing is hard. Pole dance has to..how should I explain this? Make man's blood boil with craving. A good pole dancer has to make men hungry and lustful, or else she fails in her job. (F/n) didn't want to be a pole dancer, but she just couldn't deal with failing at something that she loves so much. To her dance wasn't a job, it was life.
Her coach said that Practice makes perfect, that is why she bought a pole, and had it placed in her room. (A/N: Please don't judge me! I HAVE A CRAZY UNICORN MIND!) Nobody cared about that, nobody cared about anything that the (F/n) did. Honestly, the girl didn't have any parents, they died in a car accident on a horrible day. But, she knows that she made them proud. Yet, even so, she wants to make them even more proud by preforming EVERY SINGLE DANCE perfectly.
So here you were, face to face- well face to metal, preparing to do this right. With one gentle push of the red button, the fast song started playing. Holding a long blink that covered her (e/c) shiny eyes, the hand slowly grabbed the cold pole. Practice, practice and practice. That was the only thing on her mind, as the front door was opened un-noticed. See that was the thing with (F/n). When she is focused on one task and one task only there is no distractions. She completely turns out the rest of the world beside that one thing. Not even the wavy hair colored in dark brown will be noticed or have attention payed on it. Or better yet - him.
Shindou Takuto, the handsome young man who is in puberty. He was here to pick up an assignment that the class had. As a class president, that was his duty. The responsible and calm young male sent (F/n) a text to announce his arrival, but as said before, there are no distractions when (F/n) is focused on something. Most people agree that a phone is a great distraction so (F/n) decided to turn it off. Shindou heard the music coming from the room that is at the end of the apartment, so he followed the sound that was just getting louder and louder with each passing second.
The doors were already opened when he came there so he had a great view. And boy did he have something to see. Taking in the fact (F/n) was just in the shower, and wanted to practice as soon as possible, she didn't really..uhm dress up.. (F/n) (L/n) was in short black shorts, with a black lacy bra covering her chest, while grinding her butt with the silver pole. (A/N:*blushing madly* WHAT THE HELL AM I WRITING!) Shindou Takuto, as a teenage boy found this both very shocking and sexy. (A/N: ITS GETTING WORSE!) Seeing (F/n) smash her boobs, that jiggle, her tight butt that is very, very exposed in the black shorts just "grinding" against the hard pole. Her exhausted breaths from practice and from trying so hard to master the dace...were starting to make this room more and more hot...It was just way too much.
Shindou's body reacted on it's own. Sweat started dripping and his pants were becoming tighter an tighter. Dammit, what this girl does to him! Hormones, boy hormones are easy to get worked up, especially when you have a girl like this in front of you. Shindou Takuto, for the first time in his life, was indeed confused.
Should he do what the mind tells him or what the body craves for? Should he leave and act like this never happened or should he press you even harder against that pole, strip away the rest of that clothimg and make you take care of that thing you made in his pants..? This is a tough choice. But the body and hormones are stronger than the brain. Especially when you are a teen and deeply confused.
Human body has needs, and right now the only thing Shindou Takuto needs (F/n) (L/n). His incredibly sexy neighbour. His classmate and friend. Hopefully his wife in the future, that will fulfit his needs and dance for him whenever he wants it...
And that my ladies and gentleman is how Shindou Takuto took away (F/n) (L/n)'s innocence. How he did amazing tactics on this battle field called bed, while the stripped clothing was scattered around on the cold floor next to the equally cold pole. The pole was forgotten in a bliss. That moment of sexual confusion made both of then just friends with benefits in the future. Yes dear, Shindou Takuto was married to Akane and (F/n) (L/n) was married to Ibuki. She loved him deeply and dearly but a little extra pleasure behind your beloved one felt really good. With Ibuki loving you, and Shindou making you sore.
What the heck is wrong with me?! Why did I ever write this?! Please review and tell me what you think. Also! Sorry no lemon here. I love reading lemons but I can't write them ^^"". Also I will go rot in the corner now because of the shame for writting this chapter. And I am sorry if there are any mistakes, I wrote this over my phone because my laptop is broken and my bro won't let me use his next week my unicorns!