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“ Je suis désolé d'être en retard! ” Seonghwa rushed through her words, muffled by the wool scarf wrapped tightly around her face. It was barely heard over the shuffling of clothes and the sturdy taps of dance shoes on worn down wooden floors. Her instructor didn’t even spare a glance, walking between the dancing girls in silence while Seonghwa dropped her bag in a corner, fumbling with her coat while trying to warm her fingers.
The winter this year was especially brutal, heavy snowfall melting into her hair and sticking her bangs to warm skin, dropping her scarf and coat to the floor and peeling off the few warm layers she had, still shivering slightly as her last bits of warmth were pulled away and tossed to the floor.
She earned a few side glances from the other girls as she dropped down to pull her shoes on. The champagne color stained and faded with use, fraying threads peeking out of the seams and wrinkled ribbons flying over her fingers as she pulled her boots and socks off. The bruises on her feet were no different than any other dancers, deep purple and splotchy, vivid greens and yellow spotting up her ankles to her knees.
The pain was nothing she wasn’t used to.
Seonghwa tied the ribbons around her ankles firmly, stretching her foot into a high arch with a little wince, feeling the strain pull on her leg muscles as she alternated feet before finally standing up. Her pants were the last to come off, a similar trail of bruises leading up her thighs, a pair of cream colored tights doing nothing to hide the blemishes.
“ Dépêche-toi !” The instructor snapped in her direction, sending Seonghwa fumbling into line, trying to tie her long hair up as quickly as possible. The scratchy music bounced off the walls, their only phonograph perched on a heavy table in the corner of the room, the warm gold the only color in the room amongst a sea of plain linens.
The brief pause in the record gave Seonghwa a moment to compose herself, breathing in deeply and letting out a sharp exhale as she stepped into position.
Seonghwa was a good dancer.
If she had nothing else in her life to stand beside, she would always have the ability to dance.
The record had been burned into her memory, playing outside as more of a guideline as they started to move and the world faded away. Her fingertips were still flushed pink from the cold as she lifted her arms, muscles taut as her body arched to the side, bending slowly like the curve of a bow being pulled back.
Each step was precise, delicate, parfaite.
Even with her old shoes and stitched clothes, Seonghwa knew she was one of the best their theater had. The other dancers knew it as well, some watching in admiration while other eyes burned with jealousy. Too loud whispers that they wanted her to hear, trying to break her down through her possessions. Seonghwa just turned her head, neck exposed like a lamb taunting a starving pack of foxes. She knew they would always take the bite, the temptation of a chance to ruin her forever and tear her apart to skin and bones was too strong.
But their desires to consume her served their downfall everytime.
Their instructor watched every moment. Every twitching finger, each fluttering eye and silent taunt. Her eyes always landed back to Seonghwa, waiting to see the cracks appear but they never did. Even when they did appear, the splinters of Seonghwa’s skin were sealed away in private, soothing her wounds with tears and bandages away from the hungry eyes of the foxes.
The music cracked again, letting out a sharp breath as her feet left the ground for the jumping sequences, a few strands of hair falling loose around her face as her head turned and snapped into a locked position with each spin. Every breath was counted, every muscle was in perfect tune. Seonghwa’s body was the best instrument she knew to play, the music seemed to follow her movements instead of the other way around.
Seonghwa could feel the sweat drip down her back, pooling ever so slightly at the curve of her spine and sticking her clothes. She put her all into every little movement as if she was on stage at the opera house, thousands of eyes following every movement as she flitted across the strange in ornate costumes, music pounding through her chest until every fiber of her very being was etched into the paper the notes were read off.
She dreamed of it, longed for nothing other than to be adored and praised and admired for everything she spent years breaking her body to learn.
The bruises would fade and the aches would heal, but she would remember every sting of a muscle pulled too hard like it were a battle scar of war. This was her battlefield. A war torn city aiming all its weapons at her as she spun past their bullets and leaped over daggers, breathing ragged and skin slick as she fought her way through until she knew she would be the last one standing.
As the record slowed to a stop the room was filled with hard breathing, some girls dropping position immediately to lay on the floor while Seonghwa stood. Fingers trembling with her arms curved above her head, breathing virtually through her nose and staring ahead at her reflection in the mirror, lungs aching to get a deep breath in but she refused to move until she finally agreed they were done. She stared back at herself, loose hair and simple linens, sweat dripping down the sides of her face as she remained absolute until the instructor gave her a little nod for her release.
Seonghwa hunched over, breathing in deeply as she allowed herself to relax. Her thighs trembled under her, gulping down air until it made her dizzy, slowly sitting down on the cold floor and stretching her legs out. She dragged herself back to her bags, brushing hair away from her face and pulling out the small aluminum bottle, still icy from the outdoors as she chugged down the frigid water inside, cooling the heat in her chest one gulp at a time.
Seonghwa pulled it away from her lips with a moan of relief, tightening the cap and setting it to the side, the coolness of the metal lingering on her fingers as she pressed her hand against her neck, rolling her neck slowly to loosen up a bit more from her rushed stretches. The coldness faded from her skin quickly, wiping her sweat away with the shirt she’d come in with.
They’re rarely got moments to relax during practices when a show was coming up, chalking it up to their instructor being in a kind mood as the dancers laid out across the floor amongst each other, sipping water and massaging sore muscles while chatting, and Seonghwa sat in her corner content with the silence around her.
Seonghwa leaned over her legs, fingers wrapping around the hard toe of her shoes as she pointed her feet and stretched over her legs, knees bumping against her chest as her fingers curled around the underside of her foot. Her breath spread out across her skin, eyes closed as she focused on the feeling of her muscles shifting.
A hand came to rest between Seonghwa’s shoulders, pressing down gently as fingers taped against her before they pulled away. She opened her eyes, slowly turning her head to see the instructor leaning over her with a thin smile.
“Someone would like to see you.” Her instructor spoke softly, nodding to the door slightly. Seonghwa instantly felt anxious, worried her lateness would get her thrown out of the show or the theater in general, sitting up quickly but before a single word could tumble out her instructor held up her hand.
“You performed wonderfully today, as you do everyday. Our theater is truly lucky to have someone as talented and committed to art as you are my dear.”
Seonghwa let out a sigh of relief, shoulders slumping down as the tension melted away, reaching to pull her bag closer as their instructor stepped away to address the rest of the class.
“Take this as your break my darlings. Rest, eat, sleep. We’ll resume in an hour.” She clapped her hands, the sound bright and echoing amongst the dancers as some of them pulled out little packaged snacks and meals while others curled up on their bags for a moment of rest.
Seonghwa unceremoniously shoved all her clothes into her bag, coat and scarf sticking out the side as she unlaced her shoes carefully, setting them on top as they were her most prized possession, rubbing her feet for a moment to loosen up the muscles and will away the ache before sliding into a pair of simple slippers and standing.
She left her bag in the little corner of their dance room and walked to the door, pulling it open and being met with a breeze of chilled air. The warmth of the studio fading behind her as she walked away from it, making her way down the hall as a crowd of gentlemen passed by her.
A few of them turned in her direction and she bowed her head, not interested in listening to their conversations or comments and instead slipping past them. She paused for a moment, realizing she hadn’t been told where to go, spinning in place to go back and ask and instead bumping into someone.
“Ough- Je suis vraiment désolé monsieur!” Seonghwa immediately spat out an apology, assuming she’d bumped into one of the men from before, looking up to see who it was but having to lower her eyes slightly.
“Oh… Madam!” She quickly corrected herself, bowing her head immediately. The woman was a bit shorter than herself, dark hair framing her face and curling out slightly at her nape. Her eyes were framed with dark shadow, long lashes fluttering as she blinked up at Seonghwa for a moment.
Seonghwa stared back down at her, a bit startled by how dark this woman’s eyes were. A deep shade of brown like expensive chocolate that was set on display at their local pâtisserie. She’d only ever been able to try it once, a tiny nibble as a treat when their instructor had brought in a bar after a performance. It was to celebrate the success of the show, snapping off uneven pieces of the thick chocolate to pass around to the girls.
Seonghwa remembered it well, the rich taste that melted against her tongue and stuck to the back of her throat. She tried so hard to savor it, holding the little piece hostage between her tongue and the roof of her mouth as it melted away slowly. The whole studio smelled of chocolate that day, lingering on their lips and breath as they laughed and talked.
She had never been able to afford a bar for herself, settling for the cheap chocolate that was rolled into the croissants she had every now and then.
“Are you alright?” Seonghwa finally found her words, tearing herself away from the woman’s eyes after staring too hard, looking over the rest of her face. The bridge of her nose came to a fine point, matching the sharpness of her other features perfectly.
The woman let out a little laugh, high and light. Her ears jingled slightly with the various earrings she wore. Seonghwa gasped quietly as they caught her attention, catching the little jeweled rings that trailed up the sides of her ears. She’d never gotten her ears decorated, unable to afford luxuries like jewelry. They suited this stranger though, almost as if they were a natural part of her physique.
“I’m alright darling, no need to worry. You won’t knock me off my feet so easily.”
Oh .
Her voice.
Seonghwa offered a little smile of her own, ignoring the flutters of warmth blooming in her chest. Her voice was so soft, as if she was unbothered by the very world around them. She sounded poised but in a spirited way, the jewels on her skin and the short hair only adding to an air of delight around her.
Seonghwa let her eyes slip lower, counting four delicate chains hanging against her chest. They were a mix of pressed pendants and little jewels, the metal clinking together softly as they shifted against the skin of her exposed chest. Her blouse was opened more than Seonghwa was used to seeing, the soft curves of her breasts pushed up by a black corset cinched around her waist, the white cotton peeling out at the corners that spilled out to form her sleeves.
What startled Seonghwa more were the pressed pants that came over the boning of her corset, accentuating her little waist and hips even more, the silver buttons engraved delicately right up the center, dark fabric trailing down and flaring out. If she hadn’t noticed the seam going down the middle they almost passed for a skirt, the slowly fabric shifting and swaying at any little movement between them.
“You are Seonghwa, yes?” She spoke up again. Seonghwa snapped her head back up, a shameful warmth spread up her neck and across her face as she nodded quickly, almost knocking the rest of her hair loose. “My name is Hongjoong, I asked your Maîtresse to speak with you briefly, if you’ll allow me?” She held her arm out to Seonghwa as a gentleman would, folded at the elbow for her to hold as they walked.
Seonghwa swallowed thickly, nodding and placing her hand against Hongjoong’s wrist, fingers splayed across the warm skin under her palm, turning to walk beside her as they crossed the hallway to a private room.
She tried to think of what Hongjoong could want with her. The dancers were used to the advances of aristocrats who flaunted wealth and gifts in exchange for a night with one of the opera house's famous ballerinas. They were often rude and calloused to the girls, tossing money in exchange for their bodies— but most girls held their tongues and agreed. Seonghwa had been both lucky and unlucky to never have been invited to one of these exchanges. She was able to hold onto her dignity for a while longer but the thought of being showered with gifts and love for even a few moments sounded … nice .
“I saw you dancing earlier. You really are amazing.” Hongjoong held the door open for Seonghwa to step inside. The room was dimly lit with a lantern set on a coffee table beside a chaise lounge. “Please sit, you must be feeling tired.” Hongjoong separated their hands to place one hand on Seonghwa’s waist, holding her for a moment before nudging her forward gently. The warmth faded from Seonghwa’s skin in seconds, holding back a pout as she draped her arms around her own waist, walking over to the chaise and sitting down on the extended section, looking up at Hongjoong with a polite smile.
“Thank you, truly. It means a lot to me.” Seonghwa’s voice was soft, the air between them cozy and quiet, not wanting to disrupt the ease that settled between them. Hongjoong pulled up an ottoman, going to sit down as Seonghwa only now realized the walking stick clutched in her other hand. The handle was brushed steel in the shape of what Seonghwa assumed to be a raven. Thick carved feathers blown back and covered by Hongjoong’s palm, a sharp beak pointed forward and glittering red eyes.
Seonghwa’s eyes widened as she stared at the handle, tilting her head slightly as the light in the gems moved as well, flickering with the lantern beside them. They must be real gems, maybe even rubies! These weren’t glass rhinestones, they wouldn’t reflect the light like this, almost looking alive — like the raven's eyes were made of smoldering flames.
“I’ve seen you dance many times now. I figured it was about time I introduced myself as more than just a shadow in a crowd.” Hongjoong pulled Seonghwa’s attention away from her walking stick and back to her face, hearing the metal tip of the cane tap against the floorboards for a moment before she leaned down to set it on the floor. “I’ve been a fan of dance for many years, yet no one has ever caught my eye the way you do.”
Seonghwa felt herself blush even harder, bringing a hand up to cover her face and hide a smile. It was exactly what she wanted, someone pouring praise onto her and telling her that everything she’d been working for was perfect.
That she was perfect.
“You really are perfect.” Hongjoong breathed the words out effortlessly, as if she didn’t have a clue what they meant to Seonghwa in the slightest.
Seonghwa startled slightly, tilting her head like a confused puppy as she stared at Hongjoong, wondering if she could somehow hear her train of thought or if she just always knew what to say. The warmth under her skin kept growing, tickling at the tips of her ears and settling in the softest parts of her tummy.
It made her fingers twitch in her lap, curling into her palms and tensing before stretching out against her thighs. Hongjoong’s undivided attention was nothing less than intense . They way she stared at Seonghwa like she was a delicate painting hung in a royal palace, each detail crafted with a mastery only god would have the mastery to create.
When Hongjoong reached out for her, Seonghwa shifted a little closer.
“Lay back.” Hongjoong’s voice came out as almost a whisper, placing her hand against Seonghwa's knee, feeling the delicate texture of her tights and sliding down her shin as she obeyed and shifted back into place, her back pressing into the plush velvet of the chaise.
The flickering lantern illuminated the side of Hongjoong’s face as she tipped her head down, eyes fluttering closed as the candlelight danced across her features, casting half of her face into deep shadows. Seonghwa couldn’t help but stare at her, the sharpness of her features creating a different kind of beauty she hadn’t even acknowledged before.
When Hongjoong’s lips touched her skin, Seonghwa let out a tiny whine. The gentle warmth just under her knee made her toes twitch, trying to squirm around from the ticklish feeling. She could feeling Hongjoong smile against her skin, fingers wrapping around her ankle to lift her leg off the velvet and bring it closer.
“What.. are you doing?” Seonghwa questioned softly, worried more than anything that Hongjoong would stop and leave her.
“Hush little bunny, let me admire you.” Hongjoong pulled away just enough to respond, the heat of her breath fanning over Seonghwa’s skin. Her eyes lifted up to look at Seonghwa once again, the orange light bringing more colors to her eyes than the dim hallway had. Flicks of orange and gold shifted as the flame twitched inside its glass case.
Seonghwa’s teeth pressed into her bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth with a little nod, only then did Hongjoong drop her gaze. She returned her attention to Seonghwa’s leg, tightening her hold around the dancer's ankle and pulling herself closer, the ottoman sliding quietly as the sole of Seonghwa’s foot pressed against Hongjoong’s shoulder.
Her muscles stiffened against Hongjoong’s body, teeth sinking deeper into her lip as Hongjoong’s heated kisses returned. Seonghwa could feel the heat move across her skin with every touch, the lingering pressure of Hongjoong’s lip bringing more and more heat as she continued down until her cheek pressed against the bones of her ankle.
“ Beautiful .”
Seonghwa moaned out into the open air, tipping her head back against the cushions. She couldn’t even bring herself to feel the shame for letting such a noise slip out in someone else's presence, and the way Hongjoong’s hand tightened around her leg told her that maybe she didn’t mind hearing it either.
The room felt hazy suddenly, like Seonghwa had been dropped into a cloud and left to float around. The air was warm as Hongjoong rubbed her cheek against Seonghwa’s leg like a cat begging for scraps. She sounded so pleased with herself, soft gasps and hums breaking through the warmth in Seonghwa’s head, making her giggle like a drunk.
“You seem to be enjoying yourself madam.” Seonghwa’s head rolled forward slowly, looking back down at Hongjoong, seeing a matching smile on her lips as her eyes flicked up to meet Seonghwa’s.
“Why wouldn’t I be? I have the most perfect creature in the world laid out before me.” Hongjoong sat up slowly, slipping between Seonghwa legs and pulling herself closer. “Only a man would be stupid enough to not drop to his knees and beg for you.”
A soft whine caught in Seonghwa’s throat, tipping her chin down slightly and Hongjoong’s hands settled on her upper thighs, thumbing over the faded purples of bruises with a delicate touch.
“How lucky I must be… that you’re not a man.” Seonghwa whispered, trying desperately to ignore the ache building between her legs, her own fingers trembling at her sides.
No one had ever looked at her with the hunger and devotion that Hongjoong did. She’d never felt wanted or desired in her entire life, until this very moment.
“I believe I’m the lucky one today.” Hongjoong grinned, a flash of teeth peeking out as she hooked Seonghwa’s leg over her shoulder, turning her head to press another kiss to the curve of her knee.
Seonghwa felt herself throb, covering her face with her palms and letting out a shaky breath as Hongjoong’s lips continued their pursuit against her skin, feeling the heat get closer and closer.
“ Please… ” Seonghwa’s whisper barely went past her fingers, chest rising and falling. She’d never done anything like this, never even dreamed of someone touching her so gently it felt like she could melt away.
“What would you like my dear?” Hongjoong’s voice called out to her, parting her fingers to look down once again, seeing Hongjoong’s face pressed between her thighs, just barely an inch away from where she watched her kisses next.
“I-I’m not sure…” Seonghwa pulled her hands down, tucking one hand under her chin while the other reached out for Hongjoong who met her halfway. Their fingers intertwined tightly, feeling the rings Hongjoong wore press into her skin.
“Will you let me show you then?” Hongjoong pulled their hands closer, her lips pressing against Seonghwa’s knuckle. Her lips were so much hotter against bare skin, feeling their skin stick together from the inner curve of Hongjoong’s lips.
Seonghwa didn’t trust herself to speak, nodding her head quickly as Hongjoong repeated her kisses to each knuckle and down her fingers. Hongjoong released her fingers slowly, leaving a final kiss on Seonghwa’s open palm as they separated.
Hongjoong’s hands settled around Seonghwa’s waist, fingers slipping under the dark material of her leotard and slowly dragging down against her skin before coming down to between her thighs, snapping her fingers against the little hooks where the material connected on the other side, the closure coming loose as the material shrunk down.
The transparent tights blending with Seonghwa’s skin covered nothing. The dark cotton of her panties stuck out against her skin, a fraying trim and worn elastic. Seonghwa felt anxiety rise in her chest, worried that she’d no longer be desirable in old garments. She desperately wanted to allow herself to splurge on nice things, the pretty lace and silk panties that the other girls wore. They hugged their skin in pretty pastel colors with hand woven designs, lace trims peeking out under leotards and tight to look even more enticing when benefactors came to watch them dance.
Hongjoong however, didn’t seem to care in the slightest.
Her fingers hooked under the waistband of Seonghwa’s tights, gentle around her rings as she pulled them down slowly, letting the elastic snap against her lower thighs when she finally let go.
Seonghwa pouted as her skin started to redden under the impact, watching Hongjoong’s every move with a hazy curiosity and lust. Unable to tear her eyes away as Hongjoong pushed her legs up to slide into the gap her thighs had created, her nose bumping against Seonghwa’s covered pussy.
Seonghwa keened at the touch, her thighs tensing up immediately at the slightest pressure. Hongjoong’s voice shushing her barely helped, being treated like a startled animal as her lips pressed to the curve of Seonghwa's inner thigh. The direct skin to skin made her head drop back, the searing heat returning with a stronger intensity as she whined again.
Hongjoong treated every inch of her skin so delicately, tame and sweet kisses that started to last longer until Seonghwa felt teeth sink into her flesh, gasping as her whole body jerked up at the flash of pain. Hongjoong had sunk her teeth into the soft bit of muscle at the innermost part of her thigh, a thin line of spit connecting skin to teeth as she lifted off slowly, the deep indents quickly turning pink.
Seonghwa’s breath was shaky as Hongjoong smirked up at her, barely giving a moment to process the bite before pressing her lips over Seonghwa’s pussy, making her squirm against the cushions. Even Seonghwa could feel the dampness between her thighs, slick soaking into the soft cotton of her panties that were trapped against Hongjoong’s lips.
She felt Hongjoong breath in, heat burning across her face as she turned away sharply. She’d just been dancing, her skin still heated from exertion and sweating, closing her eyes with a shaky whimper as Hongjoong pressed down a little harder, feeling the heat of her tongue press against the wet spot she’d made.
She didn’t expect Hongjoong to let out a moan of her own. She sounded delighted, the kind of sound someone would make after a spoonful of sweet tiramisu graced their pallets. Except Seonghwa found herself to be the tiramisu. Hongjoong’s tongue licking over the growing wet spot of her panties, spit mixing with slick until it would be impossible to decipher who’d made the bigger mess.
The fabric cooled quickly in the air between them, sticking to Seonghwa’s wet skin and giving a perfect outline of her pussy, trembling under every lick from Hongjoong’s masterful tongue and her fingers pressing into the softness of her thighs. Seonghwa’s hips bucked off the edge of the of the chaise below, back arching up as she moaned into the heated air of the room.
“Do you want more?” Hongjoong asked, barely pulling her face from between Seonghwa’s thighs, her lips vibrating against Seonghwa’s panties as she nodded quickly, unsure of what more could even entail. They didn’t have the time to play around the rest of the night, even though it sounded more delightful than going back to class with those evil foxes watching to snap at her heels.
“Please… please give me more.” Seonghwa pleaded regardless, beads of sweat pearling at the sides of her face and the back of her neck, shivering slightly as she felt them roll down the curve of her neck.
She would rather melt away in this little candle lit room with Hongjoong between her thighs whispering how beautiful she was, to hell with being late.
“Good girl.” Hongjoong grinned, brushing her knuckles over the wet linen that stuck to Seonghwa’s skin, sliding her finger under it and pulling it to the side, another whimper of desire leaving Seonghwa as she felt one of Hongjoong’s rings brush against her clit. She could feel it throbbing, aching, begging for attention, just as she had been begging for years.
Hongjoong’s cooed at her, tipping her head back to watch Seonghwa twitch, her eyes dragging over every small detail of her exposed body. The delicate bruises that marred her honey toned skin, the gentle rise and fall of her chest and throaty sounds of pleading the longer Hongjoong took.
Seonghwa whined again, higher pitched and pathetic.
Hongjoong laughed at her quietly, shaking her head and pressing a soft kiss to her twitching clit to ease her, only forcing another sound out of the sweet ballerina. She gripped Seonghwa’s thighs tighter, tipping her head down to lave her tongue against Seonghwa’s bare pussy, no barrier between them anymore as her tongue dipped over her twitching hole, feeling it clench around nothing as she moved up, wrapping her lips around Seonghwa’s puffy clit. Hongjoong flicked her tongue against it, sucking sharply and listening to the sweet cry that followed each movement.
Seonghwa wasn’t used to affection like this, head thrown back against the delicately carved wood of the chaise and mouth drawn open in a string of moans harmonious to the slick noises coming from below as Hongjoong tried to devour her. She didn’t even care to muffle herself, one hand pressed against the velvet below whilst the other tangled into Hongjoong’s ruffled hair, pulling her closer as her hips twitched and rocked up.
At some point Hongjoong had slipped off the ottoman and onto her knees before Seonghwa, pressing her face closer as she shifted down, her tongue lapping at Seonghwa hole while grinding her pointed nose against her clit, each warm huff of breath making Seonghwa twitch even more. Hongjoong licked up every drop of slick before it could even escape, the firm muscles in her tongue going stiff as she pressed into Seonghwa hole, her hands sliding down Seonghwa’s thighs to grab at her ass, sharp nails digging into her skin to drag her even closer.
Seonghwa let out a little yelp as she was dragged down slightly, legs in the air over each of Hongjoong’s shoulders. Her hand released the cushion to reach for the wooden trim behind her, blunt nails digging into the soft wood hard enough to leave imprints of what they’d done.
Hongjoong’s tongue was relentless, fucking in and out of her hole before moving up to press against her clit, the mix of pleasure leaving Seonghwa dizzy and lost in a haze of desire. She could feel slick mix with spit dripping down her skin and she could only assume Hongjoong’s face didn’t look any better, the lewd and wet noises they made together would make even a lady of the night blush and hide behind her fan.
Seonghwa only realized she’d been speaking when Hongjoong lifted her hair for a moment, her skin glistening as she made a show of licking her hips, breathing heavily as her fingers kneaded into Seonghwa’s ass. Her mumbled pleas fading off as she tried to catch her breath, fingers aching as she loosened her grip on the wood.
“I’ll give you anything you want my darling…” Hongjoong hummed, placing a wet kiss on her swollen clit before sticking her tongue out to lick over her lips, a flash of silver amongst her teeth catching the light for a moment and making Seonghwa shiver. “Just let me take from you first.”
Seonghwa released a drawn out whine, pressing her thighs around the sides of Hongjoong’s head as she dove right back in. She fit so perfectly between Seonghwa’s thighs, even with glossy eyes she couldn’t help but admire Hongjoong’s face. With her eyes closed her lashes fanned out beautifully against her cheeks, the dark ring of black shadow dusted around her eyes made her seem so mysterious and dangerous, noticed the unblocked flecks that had fallen further on her cheeks. Her nose was glossy with slick, fighting back giggles as she tipped her head up to breath quickly before pressing her tongue back into her hole and Seonghwa’s laugh turned into a breathy moan.
The heat under her skin had only gotten worse, a sharp burning pressure settling like a lump in her chest before dropping down into her tummy like a hot coal tossed into a bucket of water.
“You really,” Hongjoong breathed hard against Seonghwa hole, the wet sound of her slurping at Seonghwa’s pussy echoing between her ears, “are divine.” She groaned, somehow pressing her face even deeper into Seonghwa cunt.
Hongjoong continued to mumble praises against her skin, on her knees with her hands tight on Seonghwa’s body as if she were praying to an angel. She went through every name that had Seonghwa crying out.
Angel. Princess. Bunny.
Mine .
Seonghwa moaned loud as her organs rushed through her, her hand tightening in Hongjoong’s hair, thighs tight around the sides of her head as her hips rocked up off the velvet and against Hongjoong’s face, grinding against her tongue as if she weren’t a person at all and just an object for Seonghwa’s divine pleasure.
The edges of her vision went hazy, gasping for breath when she realized Hongjoong didn’t plan on stopping, tugging on her hair weakly as tired whimpers filled out the sound around them. Her whole body trembled, legs falling loose as Hongjoong continued fucking her hole with her tongue, stiff and pointed as she pressed even deeper, the tip of her nose rubbing against her clit hard enough to made Seonghwa see stars.
Seonghwa barely noticed the additional pressure, squealing when she realized it was Hongjoong’s fingers pressing at her hole beside her tongue. The cool metal of her rings bumping against the rim of her hole, the curved metal feeling like bliss as her finger pressed deeper, first one — then two.
Hongjoong worked her fingers alongside her tongue, pressing into the soft wet walls of her pussy, shifting to pull her tongue out to suckle at her clit before diving back into her hole, making Seonghwa cry out as her thumb pressed against her clit instead, rubbing slow but hard circles into the swollen bud as her fingers curved up, fucking into her quickly. The silver of her rings quickly warmed to her skin, no longer chilled to the touch but the jewels catching on her sensitive rim. Every one Hongjoong pulled out made Seonghwa sing like a holy choir.
Seonghwa lay there all but limp as Hongjoong took what she pleased, her nails dragging down against the skin of her ass and thigh, leaving a trail of pink lines in their wake. Seonghwa felt the pressure return but this time much stronger than before, trying to sit up as her whole body went stiff, a brief shout all she got as all the air left her body. Her back lifted off the cushions, curved like a bow with her head tilted back and chest pushed forward as her second release hit even harder, squirting right into Hongjoong’s mouth with a high pitch keen.
Hongjoong made a little sound of surprise, the ringing in Seonghwa’s ears too strong to make sense of anything around her as she moaned loudly, the sound of liquid splashing to the floor barely breaking through as her eyes rolled back into her head.
After a few moments the ringing went away and she could hear her own breaths, whimpering as Hongjoong licked at her clit slowly, twitching as her body dropped back down and another little gush of slick drenched Hongjoong’s face. Seonghwa blinked slowly, eyes glazed over like the polished glass of a porcelain doll.
Hongjoong finally pulled her face away, breathing just as hard as drops of Seonghwa’s release dripped down the sides of her face and down her neck and chest, Seonghwa watching it go over the curve of her breast and soak into her blouse.
“I’m sorry…” Seonghwa whispered, sounding breathless as Hongjoong lifted her legs up slowly and set them down, letting her lay back comfortably for a moment. She adjusted Seonghwa’s panties back into place, even kind enough to roll her tights back up her thighs and over her waist.
“Sorry for what my dear, you were absolutely perfect.” Hongjoong’s voice was hoarse, sending a fresh wave of heat to Seonghwa’s core. She blushed, sitting up slowly as Hongjoong took her hand, trying to adjust her leotard with shaky fingers before Hongjoong stepped in to help, securing the clasps with ease as Seonghwa smile, opening her mouth to thank her before Hongjoong leaned forward to kiss her.
Seonghwa froze in place for a moment, Hongjoong’s wet and heated lips against her own. She stared at her for a moment, eyes stuck on dark lashes and flakey shadow before she closed her own, leaning forward slightly to return the kiss.
It was light, gentle and sweet even after their activities.
Seonghwa could taste herself on Hongjoong’s lips, bittersweet and musky but delicious, tongue poking out to lick over Hongjoong’s lips with a tired giggle, opening her eyes again to see Hongjoong smiling back at her.
“See, you even taste perfect.” Hongjoong’s voice was soft, a low whisper between the two of them. Seonghwa nodded slowly, wrapping her arms around Hongjoong’s face to lick at the rest of her face, cleaning the evidence of her release from her skin with little kisses as well, the heat of her cheeks brushing against Hongjoong’s nose and chin as she cleaned her up.
“Thank you, mon doux lapin .” Hongjoong purred, holding Seonghwa’s cheeks as her thumbs brushed over the flushed skin. Seonghwa nodded shyly, pulling back after a few moments and tipping her head into Hongjoong’s hand, the rings on her hands still warm. Seonghwa turned her cheek, eyeing the glistening stones and sticking her tongue out, licking up her palm and wrapping her lips around two of Hongjoong’s fingers, sucking them into her mouth with a soft moan.
Hongjoong just watched, eyes wide as Seonghwa tongue rolled over her knuckles and eventually the rings, tasting herself and Hongjoong’s skin as she whined softly, pulling away with a soft pop once they were deemed clean as well.
“My darling.” Hongjoong hummed softly, pulling her hands away from Seonghwa’s face, not before pressing another soft kiss to her lips.
Seonghwa watched her step back, the heat fading as Hongjoong crossed the room to retrieve a bag, smiling as she turned around. She returned to the ottoman she was seated on before, setting the bag between her legs and pulling out a skinny black box.
Seonghwa recognized it immediately, eyes going wide as she gasped sharply. Hongjoong laughed as she opened the lid and turned the box. Tucked carefully inside was a brand new pair of pointe shoes, no frayed stitches or stains. They were a blushed shade of pink as well, even the ribbons were a sweet shade of pink.
Seonghwa’s eyes shifted between the shoes and Hongjoong, almost disbelieving that they were real. Hongjoong shifted the box forward for her to take them but Seonghwa instead lunged forward, snagging her arms around Hongjoong’s neck with a muffled sob, pressing her face into the curve of her neck and holding onto her tightly. She felt Hongjoong’s shoulder shake as she laughed, holding the other to the side while wrapping an arm around her, rubbing her back gently until she calmed down slightly.
“I’m sorry.. again.” Seonghwa mumbled, wiping at her tears while sniffling, laughing at how pathetic she probably looked, crying over a simple gift but it wasn’t just simple — it meant the world to her. And a complete stranger had been the one to be so kind to see her and chose her out of dozens of girls.
“I think they’ll suit you beautifully. I cannot wait to see you perform in them.” Hongjoong beamed as Seonghwa took the box, lifting the stiff shoes out of the delicate wrapping, rubbing her thumb across the shimmery fabric stretch over the hard points.
“They’re beautiful… I don’t know how to thank you.” She sniffled again, trying not to start another wave of tears. Hongjoong leaned over to squeeze her thigh gently, Seonghwa lifting her head to look up at her with a soft smirk of her own.
“Thank me by showing the world that you are the best ballerina they have ever seen.” Hongjoong gripped the back of her neck to press their foreheads together briefly, eyes fierce as she stared into Seonghwa’s.
“Show them how wrong they were for looking down at you. You’ll shine so brightly they’ll believe you are the very star that graced our skies every night.”