#real ! grinding on the dance floor can be fun teeheee

[jesuistrestriste]

okay this is so random, but I've been listening to mr.saxobeat on repeat for like 3 days (i luv nostalgia) and I thought of art. like imagine art at the club with reader and they're dancing on each other, the reader is whining and grinding on art while he's kissing on her neck and then they get home and have some steamyyyy hot sex like WHEW ( idek if fantasy is the right word but whenever I get a boyfriend, one of the things i'd love to do is go to the club with him and just dance on him and have a good ass time but men suck lol)

ughhhh yea:/ getting him all worked up on the dance floor and then letting him take all of the frustration out on you once you’re back home ..

i feel like if you take him to the club, he’s all over you. it’s a chance for him to just completely let loose with you; buying you whatever drink you want and kissing gulps of it into your mouth—licking the sticky remnants off of your chin when it dribbles down—before he buries his face into your neck and pulls your hips to his.

his biceps are flexing while he hold you flush to him, moaning against your warm skin and trying to grind against your body. he’s rolling his half-hard cock into your ass from behind after you’ve flipped around to dance with him like that. the music pounding in your guys’ ears, the colored lights pulsing in your vision, while you cling to each other to keep yourselves upright. it’s all heavy breathing and low groans after awhile. . .

and art’s a complete mess by the end of the night, basically sweating pure alcohol and arousal.

it’s a miracle that he didn’t cum in his pants before he could get you two a taxi and go home to fuck you sloppily against the apartment door as soon as it shuts. his hand cupping your jaw as he whines and breathes into the back of your neck, “need this, needed this, fuck fuck fuck, god-!”