[[☾]] Dancing With Fire // Lee Minhyuk
Author: @killingmebtob // Gen & Fiq
Title: Dancing With Fire
Characters: Minhyuk & Reader
Summary: An unspoken challenge that set them ablaze on stage
Author’s Note: The hand typed itself, honest!
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She felt like she was soaring when the dancers’ parts for the concert were announced. She was actually chosen as his partner. Him who all the female dancers want to work with. It felt like a fan being picked for a special interaction with the idol; he was someone they looked up to, as a dancer and entertainer, and of course his charming side that melted even the coldest of hearts.
It was the first practice day. The dancers were earlier than the main leads as they had a prep briefing before everything happens. They were all scattered around the dance practice room, chatting among themselves before the door slammed open. Coming into their visions were seven confident and excited men. They laughed at their slamming-the-door-open joke and apologized before greeting us for the day. They went on to practice for the songs that consisted of the whole group, deciding to leave the solo stages practice to the last as some members had their own schedule to rush for.
During one of the breaks, she was seated somewhere in front of the mirror chatting with a fellow colleague. The boys were at the back of the room with the choreographer, briefing about their solo stages. She stole a glance at them through the mirror’s reflection but found a pair of eyes staring back at her through the same mirror. That gaze was heated enough to burn a hole in the mirror if he continued staring. Upon realizing their eye contact, the end of his lips lifted into a smirk. His eyes reflected mischief and the hint of an indirect challenge. A shiver ran down her spine as their staring game continued. His eyes were telling her about an unspoken start of something that would transpire between them.
~*~
“No, no, your bodies are supposed to be closer… Like this.”
The choreographer stepped forward after he paused the music. Clicking his tongue, he repositioned Minhyuk’s hand on Y/N’s hip while gesturing for him to place his leg closer between hers. Satisfied, he circled the two of them once before returning to his seat at the front of the practice room. Minhyuk gulped when he realised how close the two of them were. There was no sense of personal space between them and he was getting slightly uncomfortable with it. Well, he was a little worried that his body would betray the emotions that he had been controlling all this while.
Y/N smirked when she noticed Minhyuk’s brow furrowing. He was not aware of it but after the choreographer moved away from them, he subconsciously adjusted his hand and leg again to be away from her. She had always found his nice side to be cute, despite their previous challenges. However, this nice and respectful side was hindering their dance practice and honestly, she was getting tired from repeating the same thing over and over again. She stole a glance and saw that the choreographer was distracted by something on his phone. She tilted her neck slightly, placing her head on his shoulder and whispered, her breath tickling his right ear.
“Someone can’t perform up to expectations today, eh,” she teased, lowering her voice purposefully just like he did yesterday while making clear of the innuendo in her words.
He glared at her and just as he was about to retort, the choreographer clapped his hands and started the music. Rising up to the challenge, Minhyuk repositioned his grip, holding on to her with a little more force than necessary. They rehearsed their second set properly but he made sure that she paid for her comment. Right before where they had stopped earlier, he brushed his fingers subtly down her shoulder blade and lingered a little longer right below her bra and near breast before stroking her hip and holding her just like the dance called for. To tease her further, he angled his hips slightly, inciting more contact than necessary before ending the set with his legs close to her crotch. He smirked, enjoying the way her cheeks turned scarlet from their close proximity. However, she held his gaze as if she was trying to say that he had no effect on her. As if she was daring him to do so much more.
“Perfect!”
Their moment was interrupted with a clap and the choreographer’s excited voice. She jumped slightly from the interruption and glared when she heard his soft chuckles. He might have won today but he did not know what she had been planning up her sleeves. He should never have played with her competitive nature. Unknown to him, she really loved to win. And she always did.
~*~
It was the end of their last dance rehearsals before the concert tomorrow. While she had most of her choreography down to a pat, she stayed behind to continue practicing and to release some of the tension in her. She would not admit that he got on her nerves most of the time during practice. She liked it, she liked stepping on his metaphorical toes and challenging him consistently. It was just… well, if she had to admit, it was affecting her a little.
She tied her hair up into a ponytail before choosing one of her favourite songs. She went over to the corner of the dance practice room and dragged one of the plastic folding chairs over to the front. Humming to the song, she prepared her personal stage while she waited for the music’s cue. Even though she danced to this years ago, she continued to remember her old favourite choreography easily. Smirking, she readied herself before losing to the music’s sensual embrace.
He watched her from the dance room’s entrance, enthralled in her own self-performance. She was a sight to behold; every movement that she made captured his attention even more. She made no mistakes and even though she was performing by herself, she continued to own her stage with her confidence. He smiled to himself; this was why she had been chosen as his partner in tomorrow’s concert. She was a perfectionist and she loved a good challenge, even when it was uncalled for in the main choreography.
Minhyuk crossed his arms as he continued observing her. She was too focused that she did not even notice she had an audience. But knowing her, she just did not care about him enough, she did not even notice the effect she had every time she touched him. Too soon, he started to make his approach to her because he just hated the fact that he was being ignored. Aware that she hated to be interrupted while dancing, he joined her swiftly and silently in the second part of the choreography just to rile her up.
Y/N rolled her eyes when she felt his body behind her. She knew that he had been standing by the door from the beginning but she did not want to give him the satisfaction that she had seen him. One of his strong arms wrapped her waist from behind, pulling her against his chest while his other hand wrapped itself around her outstretched wrist. She covered his hand on the wrist, never missing the beat while using the momentum to pull his other hand towards her so that he was now holding her by her hips. Extracting her hands from his, she leaned back into his embrace, her right hand reaching out to hold him by his neck. Both brushed their bodies close to the other as they swayed slowly to the music.
“I didn’t receive the memo that there’s extra dance practice tonight,” Minhyuk whispered in her ear.
He rejoiced silently when he noticed that she shivered when his breath tickled her skin. She ignored him as she continued rubbing her ass against his leg and particularly lingering on his length. He hissed at the contact, increasing his grip on her waist. They were practically grinding each other as she bopped her head to the music.
“That’s because you weren’t invited.” Her voice was a breathy whisper and he smirked, knowing exactly that she was affected by their close proximity.
“Shame, I could have shown you a good time,” he countered.
He heard her laughed softly. All of a sudden, she turned her body so that they were facing each other. He did not release his hold on her and instead, his hands trailed lower until he cupped her ass through her tights. She leaned her head closer so that her lips brushed against his neck. With a ghost of a kiss, she pulled back just as soon as the song ended.
“Why don’t you start making promises you can keep, hon. I hate to keep getting disappointed,” she teased as she pulled his hands away and released herself from his embrace.
“Y’know the saying, you won’t know the merchandise until you try it out?” he called out as she began to pack her things up.
She headed to the door and he was about to take a step to follow her when she stopped and turned, a mischievous smile dancing on her lips.
“But, I just did. I mean, after feeling it through your pants, it just feels slightly… lacking y’know,” she shrugged, winking at his dumbfounded expression. “Clean up and lock the door before you leave, hon. Hate to have people stealing your merchandise.”
With a little wave, she turned and left the room. Leaving him and his raging hard-on alone in the empty dance studio.
She might have won this round but tomorrow, well, tomorrow would be another matter altogether.
~*~
The dancers arrived early in the morning for warm-ups and rehearsals. It was said that the leads would be joining only in the early morning. In groups, they took turns to get ready for the long day.
“Gosh, I’m so nervous that I didn’t have a good sleep last night,” she heard a colleague whining.
Last night? She smirked at the memories from last night, particularly his raging expression as she strolled out of the room. And of course that raging little member below.
“Y/N? How is it like practicing with Minhyuk?” A colleague drew her attention back to reality. Shocked at the sudden question, she stuttered as she tried to find an answer.
“He’s a nice guy, gentlemanly and professional.” They were not fully lies, just half-truths. Shoving their game aside, he really fit all the traits mentioned.
They went on with the preparations needed for the busy night. Soon, the leads joined them for the rehearsals. They went according to the song list, rehearsing one song after another. Finally, it was time for the solo stages. She waited by the stage as the staff called for him. As soon as their eyes meet, he threw her a smirk as he strolled towards the stage. As her part would start only from the middle of the song onwards, she took her position somewhere on stage but out of the audiences’ views.
He took one last glance at her before the lights went off. And during that glance, he seemed to realize something; she was braless. He was not sure if she knew that her dress, while dark, was sheer enough under the light. Shaking his head mentally and hoping it was just a mistake, he headed towards the middle of the stage to commence the start of his solo stage rehearsal. The music dropped and he started swaying to it as he learned, adding his own style of dance.
~*~
The concert started with no hiccups. They danced with all their might, sang with all their strength and the fans supported them with everything they had. As the concert neared the end of the first half, the start of the solo stages kicked off. He stood somewhere near the stage in the darkness as he stabilized his thinking and fast breathing. The thought of standing on stage in front of so many pairs of eyes after all the teasing they had scared him. As the member in front of him ended his performance, the staff called for him to standby. The performance ended with screams and the stage turned pitch black. But before it did, he managed to catch a glimpse of her, waiting at the side as she eyed the member going off the stage. She found him staring and winked at him while she licked her lips.
He was determined to win this unspoken competition that started due to each other’s competitive personality. With a deep breath, he stepped up on stage after the cue, finding his starting position. As the music started, screams erupted and the stage slowly came to life as the lights shone on him, centering on the star of the show. Right on cue, she entered the stage, strutting confidently in those high heels. Just like they practiced, he offered his hand out to her and she took it, marking the start of their joint performance.
Halfway through the dance, he was aware that something felt off. Different. They did not make any mistakes nor did they trip over each other. In fact, they were the perfect visions of the choreographer’s dream. But, something was different than what they practiced. As he twirled her around so that she was behind him, he thought he had misjudged the distance for it ended up with her chest rubbing against his back through his shirt when she did a body wave before she moved away. But one touch of her chest and he internally gasped, realising how bare it felt as her clothed nipples brushed against him. Thankfully, the next steps had him pulling her back into his arms and he searched her eyes and face for a response for earlier. And he found it.
She smirked when she met his confused and stunned expression but she masked it easily. Their challenge between each other had culminated and had reached the climax on this very stage. This was their ultimate showdown: to see if the other could remain professional while on stage despite… some teasings. Honestly, she did not plan to dance braless but it was just too tight while she wore the body-con dress. Because of that, she began thinking up of a contingency plan to bring him down and make her the winner of this competition. She knew he did not expect that, in fact, she knew he was hyper-aware that their stage was different than normal. She was a little disappointed that he took too long to register that it was because her touch lingered at more places and a little longer than necessary.
He spun her again and when he caught her, she met his eyes and she saw the same competitive hungry determination reflected in them. Away from the audience’s vision, his left hand trailed below her hips and his fingers brushed the curve of her ass cheek, pinching it subtly before he let her go. The next set had him going behind her and unlike their rehearsals, their bodies were subtly touching each other. While they swayed to the music, she distinctively felt his growing boner rubbing against her ass crack just like last night. His touch seemed to burn her skin in every place that he touched and she felt her goosebumps rising from them. In the final set, she was behind him and had her hands over his chest, with his hands covering hers. Unlike their rehearsals, their fingers were intertwined and he held hers with more force than necessary. Finally, he spun her to his side and just as the ending choreography called for, he pulled her closer while she lifted her leg up to his side, his hands supporting her thigh. Subtly, he arched his hips into her crotch, grinning innocently at her surprised reaction, before the lights dimmed instantly on them as their stage ended.
Glad that he had no mic on him, he leaned forward and whispered in her ear before letting her go.
“Backstage toilet. Three minutes.”
~*~
He escaped to the backstage toilet with his hard-on, hiding it before anything embarrassing happened. He groaned at the fact that she had so much effect on him. He knew he had lost, glancing down at his proud member which appeared to struggle to break free from his pants. His fist knocked against the wall as he growled inwardly. Determined that she would have to pay for the mess she started, he listened for her voice as he knew she would have to walk past the toilet to head towards the dancers’ resting room. He could not trust her to come to him even after what he said earlier. That woman was the devil herself; she lived to make him burn with desire for her. Finally, he heard her faint voice as she sang along to the song that was blasting through the speakers. Quickly, he opened the door wide enough to grab onto her arm and pulled her into the small cubicle, locking the door behind them. She stared at him, in shock from his actions.
His hot gaze burned into her dark orbs as he stepped closer to brush his boner against her bare thighs. She revealed a victory smirk as she reached out to stroke it through his pants.
“Looks like I’ve won,” she said it loud enough over the music outside.
Triggered by her words, he groaned before leaning in to finally capture her lips with his, something he had fantasised to do since their first meeting. She met him halfway as she stepped closer, her frame now nestled between his legs. She unbuttoned his pants while he moved to pull the hem of her dress up over her waist. Once she freed his member, she started wrapping her small palm over it, rubbing it up and down slowly and he hissed at the contact. He pulled away, frustrated at her teasing even till now.
“We don’t have much time.”
With that, he pressed her down on her shoulders, meeting her eye level with his cock. She chuckled at the desperation in her voice. Her eyes glanced up to meet his as she slowly started to run her lips against his length. Using her tongue, she traced it along his cock and licked the head and the pre-cum on it. His eyes darkened with lust as he eyed her actions. Using her free hand, she started massaging his balls while she continued teasing him with her lips and tongue. When she heard him moan, she smirked and parted her lips to wrap them around his cock. He hissed at the sudden wet contact as she moved her head up and down, her tongue continued to lick him while he was in her mouth. She hummed her enjoyment and he shivered at the slight vibration from it. Still staring at him, he flinched slightly when he felt her teeth purposely grazing against his sensitive skin, earning him a laugh from her. Growling, he pulled her up onto her feet before she could protest and pushed her against the wall.
He pulled her arms above her head as he leaned in to attack her neck. Upon finding her sensitive spot almost immediately, she squirmed under his touch and he was further encouraged by her soft moans. He sucked at the same spot, biting it gently at the end and he knew that would leave a mark. His hand moved lower as he sought for her soaking wet core. He rubbed her clit through her panties, amazed at how dripping wet it already was. Squatting before her, he moved to pull down her panties. Unable to stop himself from the sight before him, he leaned his head closer and licked her clit. She buckled under his touch and he immediately reached out to support her. Pulling her thigh over his shoulder, he continued savouring her taste, licking her clit in a circular motion before moving downwards and penetrating her vagina with his tongue. Moaning, she ran her fingers through his hair as she mumbled incoherently. Tasting that she was getting wetter, he continued to lick her while his thrust his fingers into her entrance. Realising that they were left with the duration of one more song, he removed his fingers and stood up. Still reeling from the onslaught of pleasure, she gazed up at him dazedly as he turned her around so that her sweet perky ass was greeting him. Hurriedly, he gripped her hips as he aligned his hardened cock, poised at her core, wedging the head with her lips.
With a rough thrust, he entered her fully, his balls hitting her ass with a soft smack. She gasped and he felt her trying to get used to his length. She arched her back towards him and he reached out to hold onto her breasts as he entered her again. He felt her erect nipples through her sheer dress and played with them with his fingers as he focused his lower abdomen to achieve their mutual pleasure. He felt her rotating her hips, signaling she was ready for more. He pulled his cock out to thrust it back in, quickly and deeply but not enough to hurt her. He shivered as the sound of their skin and body slamming against each other filled the small confines between them. He had imagined taking her from behind ever since they grinded against each other last night. Arching his hips up, he went deeper earning him a groan from her. Her hands found his wrapped around her waist and she tangled their fingers together. She felt him swell in her, stretching her walls further.
“Close?” he asked breathily.
She nodded her head frantically, her mind gone and clouded from the wave of sudden pleasure. Just as she was about to groan out her release, he placed a hand over her lips to silence her. With a few more thrusts, she felt him pulling out of her, his hot cum sprayed onto her inner thighs.
Pants filled the cubicle as the performance on stage neared its end. Still collecting himself, both of his hands were rested on the wall, trapping her between them. He turned around to pull the roll of toilet papers and started cleaning the mess he made on her legs. As he knelt between her feet, he tenderly wiped his cum from her while she still reeled from the high. Finally, the both of them adjusted their clothes and dressed just in time as the performance ended. Before she could reach for the doorknob, he wrapped his fingers and pulled her into his arms. Bending forward, he whispered into her ear.
“Since you’ve enjoyed sampling my merchandise, I intend to keep the sales promise. This isn’t over, hon.”