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It wasn’t that Minho was impatient. Well okay, it was. You had been flirting back and forth for months ever since you met on one of the shows Minho was a regular on. Every time you met, the sexual tension was winding up tighter and tighter but there just never seemed to be a right time for either of you to ask the other one out.
Minho was intrigued when you told him you liked to dance and showed him your channel where you uploaded dance covers. Every time you posted a new one and he got a notification his heart would jump a little. He thought you were very good and if he was honest, pretty damned sexy.
What he didn’t know was that you had also been taking pole dance lessons over the past several months. You hadn’t uploaded a pole routine yet but you had been rehearsing one for weeks. You didn’t have the courage to ask Minho out directly so you decided to get the message across in a more… interesting way.
Minho was just getting home when he got a message from you with a link to your channel. His brows furrowed in confusion. Why would you send him a video directly and why did he not get a notification from your channel?
He took off his jacket and made himself comfortable on his sofa, then clicked on the link. It was an unlisted video. The description said “I wasn’t sure I should post this yet. What do you think?”.
Holding his breath, Minho pressed play.
Your smiling face came into view, lit by the magenta lights of the studio you were in. But Minho’s eyes kept going down, down your neck, down your chest which was enticingly exposed by the top you had chosen, down your hips which you had started to sway seductively.
Minho then noticed the pole behind you and swallowed thickly, feeling the blood starting to pump quicker and moving south. You hadn’t told him that you knew how to pole dance too?!
As your routine started your expression changed to a sultry one. When you closed your eyes as you bent backwards and moved your body in a wave, Minho shuffled uncomfortably. He could feel himself getting hard and his pants were too tight all of a sudden.
His eyes did not leave the screen as he shifted on the sofa, popping the button on his jeans open and tugging the zipper down. He palmed himself, trying to ease the pressure for a moment but only succeeded in making himself more needy. It had been a long time since he had…
“Fuck..”
His body felt hot and he couldn’t stop picturing all the things he wanted to do to you as he watched your body move along to the music in the studio. He lived alone, he may as well.
Minho took his cock out from the confines of his jeans and sighed in relief as he squeezed the hard shaft. His brows furrowed with tension and he licked his lips as he watched you grind against the pole. He was shamelessly masturbating to your video but in the moment his brain was too firmly in his dick and on your gyrating hips to consider that fact.
He ran his hand up and down his cock slowly, as if teasing himself, while his other hand felt around the coffee table for the tube of hand cream. After squeezing out a small amount he switched hands and quickened his pace, a choked up moan leaving his lips. His cock already felt so heavy, fully hard and throbbing and he instinctively shifted his hips up further into his hand.
“Oh god…”
On the screen, your video had a minute left. Minho wrapped his fingers harder around his deprived member and cupped his balls with his other hand. It always helped to increase the pleasure. His breath was coming out in shaky gasps and he knew he wouldn’t go much longer. It had been a long time since he last came and he was so turned on that all he wanted was the sweet release.
He let go completely and let his imagination spiral as he imagined himself holding on to your body, thrusting hard into you as he looked into your eyes, the same way yours were looking at him through the screen. The heavy feeling low in his abdomen tightened up further and his hand ran up his cock faster and harder, chasing that bliss.
As you came to the end of the routine, down on the floor on all fours, back arched and chest to the ground, Minho lost it.
“Oh fuck Y/N!”
He came hard in thick spurts over his lap, breathing hard and head tossed back over the back of the sofa with a blissed-out expression.
Your video ended and he was suddenly in silence, only his harsh breaths sounding in the room. As he returned to his sense a pang of shame tugged on his conscience. You had no idea that he was doing this to your video, and if you knew, Minho thought you’d never talk to him again.
He got up uncomfortably and headed for the shower to clean himself up. He left your message with the video link on read.
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The next day you two passed each other in the corridors around the TV studio.
“Oh, hi Minho!”
A heat spread over your cheeks as Minho turned your way and smiled tensely.
“Hi Y/N…”
“I never got to hear what you thought of my… cover video. Should I post it?”
“No,” Minho said abruptly. “I mean um, not yet. The link, uh, didn’t work so I couldn’t see it.”
“Oh…,” you looked down at your feet in disappointment. All that work you had done and all that anticipation for nothing…
“Hey Y/N, I’ve been meaning to ask you something for a while now…” Minho fell into step next to you and gently placed a hand on your waist.
“What is it,” you asked, a flutter in your chest at feeling his warm hand on you.
“Would you come for dinner with me later?
You couldn’t believe it. Minho was waiting for your answer, his eyes searching yours hopefully.
Your answer left you in a rush.
"I’d love to!”
Minho’s smile was beaming as you two walked, his hand still on your waist. What you didn’t know wouldn’t hurt you.