synopsis: in which you’ve been secretly taking pole dancing classes and decide to show your boyfriend what you’ve learned
pairing: nonidol!yichen x gn!reader (est. relationship)
warnings: slightly suggestive (yichen describes reader as sexy, beautiful, etc.); i don’t know anything about pole dancing; this kind of sucks i'm sorry
based on this ask <3
wc: ~800
listening to…
bad – christopher
“Just trust me!” you badgered Yichen, covering his eyes as you led him towards the dance studio that you reserved for a few hours.
“”I’m trying, but–” Yichen stumbled over the pavement.
“Oops. How about if you just close your eyes and I lead you in?” You laughed.
“Okay, but how much further? I really don’t like this.” You took Yichen’s hand and told him to step up onto the sidewalk before leading him to the door.
“We’re about to go in. You can open your eyes in just a couple seconds,” you said, excited as you led him towards one of the private studios. “Okay… open!” You said as you turned the lights on, revealing a room filled with metal poles attached to the ceiling and floor, the walls covered in mirrors. A desk with a speaker sat in one corner of the room, and you slipped off your street shoes before walking towards it.
“Y/N… what is this?” Your boyfriend asked tentatively.
“What do you think it is, Chen? It’s a pole dancing studio!” You replied, hooking up your phone to the speaker.
“I see that,” he said sarcastically. “I mean, why are we here?”
“Well, you know how I’ve been going to those ‘pottery’ classes for a while now?”
“Yeah…” Yichen replied, still staring at you with incredulity.
“Well, I’ve actually been going to pole dancing classes!” You said excitedly.
“Oh, cool… so you’re going to teach me how to pole dance?” he asked, a nervous smile on his face.
“What? No,” you said, furrowing your brow. “I’m gonna show you what I’ve been learning!”
“Oh,” he nodded. “Awesome, that’s way more fun.”
“Although, now that you mention it, I kinda like that idea…” you said, raising a finger to your chin.
“No!” Yichen raised his hands in defense. “I mean, this is cool and all, but I’d much rather watch you do it.”
You laughed. “I was kidding, Chen.” Yichen looked slightly relieved. “Anyways, go sit down! I’m almost ready.” You ushered at him to sit along the edge of the room as you jogged to the lightswitches to turn on the special LED lights to a sensual red color.
Your music began to flow from the speakers as you reached the pole at the front and center of the room, right in front of where Yichen sat. You took a deep breath before you began the routine you had been practicing for the past few weeks. The rhythm coursed through your veins and sparked energy in your muscles, grace rippling through your body as you spun around the pole. You allowed yourself to get lost in the music, closing your eyes, and even forgot you had an audience for a moment, feeling powerful and beautiful as your body became one with your tool. You didn’t see it, but Yichen sat with his eyes glued to you, entranced by your elegance. His mouth hung open as if he were a child in a candy shop, looking at the best selection of chocolates he’d ever seen.
As the song came to an end, you hit your finishing pose, your thighs holding your body up on the pole as you bent backwards, facing Yichen. You opened your eyes when you realized you were done with the routine and saw your boyfriend gazing at you, astonished, and upside-down. You grabbed onto the pole before the hoard of laughter erupting from your throat caused you to fall. You pulled yourself up and stood to face him, doing a little bow.
“Well, did you like it?” You asked him, already knowing the obvious answer.
“I… well, yeah, I liked it,” he said softly. You giggled at him again.
“Okay, either you really liked it or you didn’t like it at all because I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this quiet.”
Yichen stood up and walked over to you, grabbing your hand. “No, I really liked it. Trust me. I just don’t know what to say. You looked so… sexy.”
You felt your face flush as you looked down at the ground. “Okay, that’s a bit closer to what I was looking for.”
“Ravishing. Graceful. Strong. Stunning.” Yichen shook his head. “I’m telling you, I can’t think of the right words. Y/N, that was amazing.”
If the room wasn’t bathed in a red glow, you would be embarrassed by how much you were blushing. “Okay, okay, I believe you,” you grinned. “You can stop now.”
“Beautiful. Lovely. Flawle–”
“Okay!” You cut your boyfriend off. “That’s all I wanted to show you. I’m leaving now!” And with that, you turned and ran out the door, still barefoot.
“Y/N! What about your shoes and your phone?” Yichen called after you.
But you were already gone. Yichen stood there, shaking his head and smiling, still in disbelief that you were his partner.
