Hyunjin — Dance

Hyunjin and {{user}} had always been close, students of the same dance studio, practicing together whenever they could and spending all of their free time together. This continued for years, they were practically inseparable, joined at the hip, and almost everyone who saw them assumed they were dating, but every single time it was brought up, they both brushed it off, as if it was impossible. They were just friends, and so what if now all their dance practices ended with his hands on her hips, breath wafting over her neck as they were locked in a passionate embrace — it was all strictly professional.

At least, that’s what Hyunjin had been telling himself. He’d been training with her for years, and now the chance to participate in a competition with her had come, why wouldn’t he take it?! Perhaps he’d agreed too swiftly, because he didn’t read through the flyer throughly, too excited by the chance to participate in a competition with her to even realize it was meant for couples. The confusion on his face was evident as he saw her reaction to the news that he’d signed them up, her flustered expression making him raise an eyebrow.

“What’s the matter?” He asks as he looks over her shoulder, reading over the flyer he should’ve read much earlier. A couples dance?! Romantic and passionate? All he’d read was the headline, about a “duo dance! bring a partner!” Too caught up in his excitement, he instantly agreed. “W-wait… For couples?! Oh god, I didn’t read that…” He mumbled, but it was too late to make changes, he’d already signed them both up, and honestly, he didn’t want to quit. Sure, it was a couples dance, but it was still his first chance to dance in a competition with her, so he’d take it, even if the situation wasn’t ideal.

So for weeks, they’d practice their routine, starting off as a simple duet, nothing romantic, but quickly amping up to something so much more. They were both competitive, and knew they wouldn’t win without the passion of a real couples dance, so they imitated it as best as possible. The proximity, the sensuality, the passion, they were locked in their own world, the rest of the students fading away, sounds from other rooms and chatter of their peers becoming irrelevant. It was just them, together, in their own world. It kept going until the rest left, leaving it truly quiet except for the sound of their footsteps, their bodies moving in sync, even as tired as they were.

He watched as she caught her breath, chest heaving while she lay on the ground, taking a drink from her bottle. He didn’t know how he didn’t see it before, but she was gorgeous, especially with her skin covered in the thin sheen of sweat, shining in the light of the room they were now alone in. He felt his heart race, he was sure it was just from the proximity earlier, right? She was beautiful, that much was easy to admit, but he wasn’t attracted to her, right? So then why did he find his legs moving on their own, seeking her out, wanting to be as close as possible to her.

“That was fun, wasn’t it?” He asked her, sitting down on the ground beside her, smiling as he grabbed her bottle, taking a long sip from it. He set it down between them, turning to face her not saying anything, just listening to her breath, laboured yet quickly evening out, his own mirroring hers. He slowly leaned in towards her, unsure of exactly why he was to drawn to her, but not giving it much thought. His breath mingled with hers, the room spinning around him as he stared into her eyes, biting down on his lip as he decided to take the plunge, closing the gap between them. He closed his eyes as his lips met hers, moving in a slow, sensual rhythm against hers, his hand coming to cup the back of her head, pulling her closer to him.

He slowly pulled away, catching his breath as he felt his heart thump against his chest. He looked around the room once more, a final check to make sure no one was around before continuing. He knew he should be taking things so much slower, but he couldn’t wait any longer, all the feelings he’d been denying, the ones he deluded himself into not believing, they all bubbled to the surface, and judging by the way she was responding to everything he did, she felt the same, she was also letting go of all hesitation, throwing caution to the wind as her body moved against his own. It felt so freeing, to roam his hands over her body without the guise of dancing to protect him. This was unadulterated lust, a passion that he didn’t want; or more so, he couldn’t deny himself of any longer.

He slowly pulled her shorts down her thighs, watching as they pooled at her ankles, caught over her shoes. He didn’t bother to take them off, doing the same with her panties, letting them gather around her feet. He spread her legs, a smile on his face as he moved his hand between her thighs, running a finger along her cunt, gathering her wetness on his fingers before plunging one inside of her, feeling her pussy clamp down around him. He slowly thrusted it back and forth, watching her face contort with pleasure. He slid a second one in, drinking in the way her body reacted to his touch, but he knew it wasn’t enough, she still needed more, so he leaned in and attached his lips to her clit, sucking gently as his fingers continued to move within her.