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the apartment lights are low when minho gets home. she’s tired, her hips ache like there’s no tomorrow, and there’s new bruises on her feet from the countless hours of practice that was put into her company’s production of the nutcracker. her keys and duffel bag are tossed carelessly underneath the table alongside her uggs, and she collapses helplessly onto the living room couch.
“princess?” a voice calls out, belonging to none other than hyunjin. minho mustered a weak whine, and in absolutely no time, hyunjin was by her side, working with care and attentiveness to take her girlfriend’s hair out of its bun. “how was marzi lead today?” she asked quietly, and a shaky breath left minho’s chest as a response.
“all three of the pairs of shoes i had with me today were either dead or for other roles. it was fine, in a way, because i had my good snow shoes, and i was able to get the rest of some stuff nailed down with lix for the doll scene, but i really wanted today to be a good marzi day, and it wasn’t. it’s what i need to work on most, and i still have yet to get to where i want to be.” hyunjin was quiet for a few moments as she tossed hairpins and hair ties onto the coffee table. she readjusted the exhausted ballerina to where she was laying in between her legs, using hyunjin’s chest as her support for her back.
“well, lix dances with you for marzi too, doesn’t she?” hyunjin started, and minho gave a weak nod. “she thinks you’re doing great, last i heard. she can’t stop complimenting you and your technique. i think you forget that you aspire for perfection in every role. it’s unattainable for any human. i know you did fantastic either way, min. you’re one of the best dancers they’ve got, we all know that. your bad days are what other dancers dream of achieving on their best.” minho shook her head and bit her lower lip.
“i just know i can do better. this past week has been driving me insane, our first dress rehearsal is tomorrow — i’m so fucking screwed.” hyunjin didn’t respond this time. minho knew it was her girlfriend’s attempt at giving her space without leaving her side, an opportunity to speak what she was feeling, then move on. “i’ve been really pent up. really stressed. can’t even see you as consistently as i used to,” the last few thoughts were added on quietly, and minho felt hyunjin still underneath her.
“can i take care of you?” she whispered against the curve of her ear. minho shuddered and leaned further into hyunjin’s touch.
“please,” she whispered brokenly. thank god she remembered to take her leotard off before leaving the studio.
her plea was all it took for hyunjin to leap into action.
“you tell me what’s too much and what’s not enough,” she reminded minho, trailing wet, hot kisses down the side of her neck. one hand easily made it’s way up minho’s shirt, the other pressing gentle circles in her inner thigh. the dancer couldn’t help but sigh, letting a hand of her own drop on top of the one massaging her thigh. hyunjin tweaked a nipple underneath minho’s shirt and she jerked, eliciting a breathy chuckle from the girl behind her. “such strong thighs you have,” hyunjin added, and minho couldn’t help but scoff at the sudden change of focus of body parts. she felt her hand creep up her inner thigh, freshly-manicured pale pink nails dragging lightly against the cotton fabric of her sweatpants.
“you’re such a fucking tease,” minho grumbled.
“you haven’t said or done anything to make it change,” hyunjin retorted, quickly shutting the older down. her ministrations continued, the kisses turning into bites, leaving bright red splotches in their wake. minho groaned as a hand came up to rest in hyunjin’s hair, fingers intertwining with the jet black strands.
hyunjin’s hand continued trailing up minho’s thigh until she landed it where minho needed her most, ghosting her soaking wet pussy through the layers. her hips bucked upwards on accident, whining a small “sorry” as an afterthought. her eyes flittered shut as the hand that was originally on her breasts came to caress her jaw, turning her head to face hyunjin’s as she gently swept the other into a kiss. minho mewled at the feeling of hyunjin’s pillowy, strawberry-flavored lips. her grasp on her hair tightened as her lips parted, allowing the other to lick in her mouth. she would have put up a fight for dominance, but it simply required far too much energy at the time.
“please, need more,” she begged after reluctantly pulling away from the other girl’s lips, grasping hyunjin’s hand and sliding it to the waistband of her sweats.
“okay, princess. i’ve got you. can you sit up for me?” she requested gently. minho obliged and shifted her body weight to lean on the back cushions of the couch, allowing hyunjin to stand and reposition herself in between her lover’s thighs. “lay back down, i got it from here. you tell me if you need something to change.” minho opened her eyes — she didn’t even realize she closed them — laying them on hyunjin’s face. she was gorgeous, even in the absence of decent lighting, and the flush in her face erupted a new heat in her stomach.
she nodded and gave a shaky “okay,” leaning back once more. a shiver was sent down her spine when hyunjin’s hand pushed her shirt up once more, leaving gentle butterfly kisses all over her tummy. her other hand came to fiddle with her waistband once more, pulling them down to slightly reveal a pair of black lacy panties.
“you wanted this from the start, didn’t you? no bra and the underwear choice?” hyunjin whispered against her skin. minho squirmed underneath hyunjin’s accusation.
“‘m sorry, just missed you. ‘m so tired, i felt bad because i haven’t been able to take care of you since casting came out and-“
“shh, baby. i’m just pulling your leg. i don’t mind.” minho stopped blabbering after being interrupted, feeling her face grow hot. “these are pretty on you. you know i think everything on you is pretty.” hyunjin tugged minho’s sweats off and settled in between her girlfriend’s thighs, laying on her stomach.
“please, please, please, i’ll do anything, please- oh my god!” minho cried out. in the midst of her begging, she hadn’t even felt hyunjin move the crotch of her panties to the side. licking a long stripe across her pussy is what sent her spiraling.
“this is only the start, my love,” hyunjin whispered into her cunt. a finger sank into minho and she melted, a gentle hum leaving her lips. hyunjin’s head dove back down in between her thighs, wrapping her lips around minho’s clit and gently sucking.
“oh shit,” the ballerina gasped, a hand flying to grasp at hyunjin’s hair once more. she could feel the younger smirk against her before going back to work, thrusting her finger slowly before adding a second. minho was convinced hyunjin’s tongue and fingers were a gift from some sort of divine being, each movement adding to the furnace in her stomach. “please, baby,” she blabbered, paying no mind to how quickly she was getting worked up.
hyunjin hummed against the other’s cunt, sending vibrations through her hips. her eyes flitted up to lock with minho’s with a raised eyebrow. “please, what?” she rasped, sliding in a third finger as she spoke. minho’s pathetic whine interrupted any attempt at creating a coherent response, apparently serving enough of a response for hyunjin as she returned to licking and sucking as if she hadn’t eaten in days.
“oh my god,” minho chanted. her grip on hyunjin’s hair tightened helplessly. “it’s so good. you’re so good. you’re godsent.” hyunjin didn’t respond verbally, but the sucking and slurping noises increased in sound, and it was doing minho in. her hips were thrusting upwards as if there was no tomorrow, babbling and lazy pleas spilling from her lips. static was running through the veins of her legs, and she was convinced that she had lost her mind in all of the best ways possible. “i love you, i love you, i love you,” she repeated as if she were a broken record. “gonna cum. i’m cumming,” she whined, shoving hyunjin’s face impossibly deeper into her. she showed no signs of slowing down, fingers still working with efficiency and her tongue flattening and curling in all the right ways. one particular flick sent the dancer over the edge, borderline yelling at the initial impact of her orgasm. hyunjin slowed her fingers to a stop and carefully pulled them out, but kept her tongue moving and worked minho through her high until a hand lazily pushed her forehead away.
hyunjin inhaled and licked her lips with a grin. minho inwardly cringed at the amount of juices, cum, squirt — whatever the fuck it was that came from her, she was too exhausted to actually try to discern one good feeling from another — creating a sheen on the area around hyunjin’s mouth. “good?” the younger girl whispered. minho smiled weakly and pulled her sleeve over her hand, gently beginning to wipe hyunjin’s face. normally, she would care about the stains on her dance shirts, but this one began to smell like the fake chocolate scent the company studio tended to have, meaning it was well due for a good wash.
“better than ever.” the two fell into a comfortable silence, the older girl taking far longer than necessary to clean the other’s mouth.
“you meant what you said? i’m godsent?” hyunjin inquired quietly, and minho immediately nodded in response.
“absolutely. an angel in human form. something that can’t be found anywhere else.” she was quiet for a few moments as she searched for more words through her brain fog. “the definition of the divine feminine.”