Dirty Dancing Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I mouth, pushing down my dress just as the door slides open completely, revealing an older couple and someone I assume is their teenage daughter going through her rebel phase. “Some of us have planes to catch,” the woman mutters, shooting us a very annoyed look. Fuck! They knew what we had been doing in the elevator. Dear heavens! This is why I’m always so careful. Dante only shrugs, leaning in briefly to peck my lips as he his hand comes into contact with my ass. A surprised gasp leaves my lips. “You’ve never been spanked,” He chuckles with realization, “ You are so damn innocent it makes me want to do the dirtiest shit to you,”

I move my fingers to rub my pussy and Dash’s hand grips my hand as she shakes his head and his eyes give me the scariest look I have ever seen. “You’re only mine today, Fuck off all of you, and turn the light red,” Dash says and everyone leave the room and I can’t help but smile when the light turns red and everyone leaves the room as Dash kneels on the floor throwing my legs over his shoulders and buries his head between my legs.

I gulped, tempted. "Maybe I'm drunk too," I muttered, trying to shake off the dangerous heat building inside me. Diana stopped her erratic dancing, gave me a slow, deliberate wink, and then moved closer. Her movements were now slow, deliberate, almost professional like a stripper trying to entice a mark. I found my hand settling automatically on her waistline as she moved dangerously close, right into my personal space. I wouldn’t imagine the quiet innocent looking girl to be a wildcat when intoxicated.

(Warning: This chapter and the next contains intense dark romance themes, possessive behavior, explicit language, obsessive dynamics, power imbalance, and mature emotional content. Reader discretion is advised.) Dax’s POV "Ugh… go away… not fucking you." Ciara mumbled it like she actually believed it, trying to stumble away on shaky legs but I was done playing nice I caught her wrist in one smooth motion, spun her around, and bent her over the table before she could even finish her sentence.

Amelia comes towards me, reaching out her hand towards me. I gladly take it, dancing with her is so much fun and it gives me the chance to be close to her. Once we’re in the middle of the open space, I twirl her around and spin her in and out of me to the sound of "Rocking around the Christmas tree", causing her to giggle and at the same time she’s giving me that hungry look which she gets whenever she becomes turned on. This is an innocent dance, but we’ve had some very dirty dances here in the last days, too. Which ended up in me bending her over the couch or taking her on the kitchen counter or many other ways.

I feared they would decide to have turns on her. I slowly retreated to where Dylan was. He had started proving that he would be faithful to him and later in the future, he might be very close to me and become my Beta. "He had taken her to the small hall where sin is the highest. They're dancing to satanic music while rocking their bodies to soothe their pleasure and give them relief from whatever has been stressing them. Why would my mate strip in front of these vagabonds?" I asked, feeling dejected.

Zoey was content the whole night, playing with my mom and Karly as the music played. Then the unexpected happens. When Danny and I were young, he knew one of my favorite movies was dirty dancing. He learned the song moves with me, and we'd dance to them all the time just for fun. As the music played, the DJ turned the music to the song, Hungry eyes, by Erick Carmen. My eyes went wide, and I turned slowly to see Danny already looking at me with a mischievous smile.

“Guess what, man? I had her moaning my name while I fingered her.” Damon’s eyes widened, and then he burst out laughing. “What the hell, man? She didn’t resist? That makes her a bitch.” “She’s not a bitch,” Dante said with a lazy grin. “She did try to resist… but she’s just crazy for me. I ruined her. I was the first man to taste her—and damn, bro, she’s still tight. Makes you wonder if her fiancé is even doing anything right.” “Clearly not,” Damon added, laughing again.

Damon retorted with an evil grin. They both pulled away from her tossing her on the bed, she screamed in protests for them to come back inside her. Damon lay down pulling her on top him without warning thrusting his length into her asshole, she cried out in both pain and pleasure. Damian came in front plunging his hard length into her wet pussy. Her legs head held by Damian's hands, easy means for them to fuck her senses to putty. The cool night air slapped her core as she moaned at her exposed core, they boys weren't joking for her punishment as they pound into her. Daisy cried and screamed and moaned at their vigorous sex, they went rough and wild. If they made love before now they fucked

Hardin began reassuring her, that she hadn’t heard the sound of my heels approaching. I twisted my neck to check behind me. That last thing I needed was someone spying on me, while I was sort of spying on them. They were nestled inside one of the small makeshift rooms so there was no way, they could see me. “How could he? That dance belonged to me. How is it going to look in tomorrows paper, that Dmitry gave his first dance to someone that wasn’t even his date?” Lacy sounded like he was on the verge of shedding real tears.