Dancing Goku Novels & Stories

Under the moonlight, he looked like some mythical creature—half-guardian spirit, half-swimming coach, all attitude. He turned. His eyes locked with Takuto’s. “Mrrrow.” (Watch, and despair.) With a twist and flourish that would put Olympic athletes to shame, Daifuku launched into a flawless triple somersault, slicing into the water like a living arrow. The surface barely rippled. Then came the show: the Cat Butterfly. The Feline Backstroke. The mythical Underwater Prowl. Daifuku glided through the lanes with both grace and condescension, pausing once to scratch his ear mid-drift.

"I'm an official corps de ballet dancer. I've been one since I was sixteen Elliot." He laughed. "Stop that Elliot." Diane scolded him. "Oh please she's twenty and not a baby." He replied. "Anyway, be there everyone." "Of course we will." Sarah said, "I'll clear my schedule." "Daddy?" Maya said. Peter hadn't said anything since. He looked up and saw everyone's eyes on him. "Oh I'm sorry. Well done Maya, I'm proud of you." Satisfied, she smiled. "Elliot come with me for a minute." He stood up and his son followed.

Once I reached the front row, my mouth went dry… I found my missing boyfriend. He was barefoot, wearing black tight pants, and he was deliciously shirtless. He danced around the spontaneously formed arena while his rippled, sweat-damp muscles alluringly flexed every time he delivered a punch or a kick. God, help me... After ten seconds of watching him, my sex most likely produced more humidity than his whole body had during that damn fight.

He shouts, but before any of us has a chance to say anything, Kenji immediately stands up from his chair and begins swaying his hips. "Gangnam Style." I command to Kenji. Instantly his legs begin to kick back and forth as he flicks his wrists in front of him. The surprised looks on Kayden's and Darius' faces instantly change to bursts of laughter. "Thriller." I command once more. Beginning to feel like a DJ at a club. I can feel my eyes begin to water as tears begin to fall from how much all of us are laughing. Kenji's iconic pissed-off expressions only making the situation even more hysterical.

After completely putting Hsiao on the ground, he bends his body forward, brings his knees inward, and as he got closer and closer to Hsiao's face. BAM! Andreas's legs rocket out, stomping Hsiao while he was down. Andreas quickly spins himself around, still in a handstand position, he flips himself back into a standing one. Andreas was now doing something called Ginga. A simple dance used to give a user momentum for their kicks. With one leg position to the back of his, while one arm is in front of it, his other arm sits at the side of the leg in front, curled to be closer to his chest. He switches from right to left, moving his legs in this rhythm.

I nodded and grinned. “ Okay then, I'd gladly be your dance partner on the stage.” I rushed at him and threw a series of punches with the speed of light. I kept going on and on and he kept dodging and blocking all of them with the speed of light. I wondered how an anging me like him was able to live with so much energy.

I ask turning to her, seeing she's still dancing, like she has no fucks to give. "Dancing" she shrugs, she fucking shrugs. Quickly looking around, grabbing her waist from behind, she tenses and stop dancing. Making me lose my shit. "You danced with a complete stranger, now dance" I growl in her ear, she shivers and I smirk. Perfect timing, 'work' by rihanna starts playing and she starts grinding on me, I roam her body with my hands while she dances on me, throwing her head back on my chest she grabs my hand bringing it to her perfectly shape tits, instantly I harden, she arches her back, pressing her ass against my dick.

I teased, tugging him to his feet. He followed, his smirk widening into a grin as I dragged him toward the dance floor. The moment we stepped into the crowd, the music hit harder, the bass thumping through my body. I turned toward him, moving my hips to the rhythm, the hem of my dress riding higher with every sway. Kaito’s hands found my waist instantly, pulling me closer, his body pressing flush against mine as we moved together. Our dance wasn’t just dancing—it was electricity. His hands roamed my sides, his fingers splayed on my lower back as I ground against him, my head tilted back just enough to feel his breath on my neck.

Like none of the chaos from the past several days existed. Eventually Raiden stood and extended his hand toward me. “Dance with me, Beautiful.” A smile softened my face. I slipped my hand into his. He led me onto the makeshift dance floor near the center of the garden. A slow song floated through the speakers as his arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me close. We moved slowly together. His eyes never left mine. “So, Bright Eyes.” A grin tugged at his lips. “Tell me how you got him into that clown costume.”

Fuck She is a goddess. Hotcake is dancing like no one is watching. She tosses her hair to one side, giving me a clear view of her masterpiece, which is her face. She has a small, pointed nose and the most beautiful green eyes I have ever seen. Her curvy body bounces with the beat like magic—an enchantment. Every guy is watching her carrying a boner. Not for her dancing; she is a terrible dancer, but rather because of how her body fits in that dress like a second skin.