Intense Desire
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Yuri’s fingers danced across the books on the shelves, her eyes following the action. They soon arrived to the end of the shelf and she quickly moved on the next row, repeating the motion. This went on for another few rounds before finally she hits the jackpot. Her fingers stilled on the desired book, her eyes brightening with glee. She moved to pull the book out but then she hesitates, biting her lower lip. Was it really worth it? A certain face came to mind and she takes a quick breath. Of course it was.
“You can do it, Yuri-yah. Just take the book off the shelf.”
She did just so, carefully studying the front cover. Other than the obnoxiously gigantic letters of the title, the illustration wasn’t very telling of the book’s contents. She sighed in relief, deciding against flipping through and immediately hid the book under a stack of others already in her arms. Once securely in the bottom of the stack, Yuri hugged the books closer to her body and walked out of the shelves towards the counter. Before the luxury of indulging in its contents, she had to check the book out first.
She methodically maneuvered her way, efficiently sliding between the tables on her track to the counter, but her mission was trounced by a body stepping into her path.
“Yuri?”
The girl whose name was Yuri froze as she registered just who was standing before her. She felt her mouth go dry.
“Ti-Tiffany! I-I didn’t expect to see you here!”
Tiffany frowned slightly at Yuri’s stuttering but it was quickly replaced by a smile at the joy of seeing the other girl. “Me neither. I’m having a study group with Taeyeon and Sooyoung. What about you?”
“Me? I’m just-” Yuri unconsciously hugged the books tighter. “-just looking for some reading materials.”
The crescent shaped eyes dropped to said books in Yuri’s arms before they widened suddenly. Tiffany’s hands shot out to the book at the bottom of the stack and swiftly pulled it out of Yuri’s grasp, leaving Yuri fumbling to not drop the others.
“Yah,” Yuri was quick to protest, although still minding the fact that they were in the library and kept herself from raising her voice. “What do you think you’re doi-”
The rest of the protest died on her tongue as soon as she spotted just which book Tiffany was holding. Tiffany was scrutinizing the cover, and then she looked at Yuri with one eyebrow raised.
“‘Intense Desire’, Yuri?”
Yuri stood unmoving for half a second. Pabo, Yuri! You absolute pabo! You put it at the bottom of the stack but with the front cover facing outwards! You’re completely beyond saving, Yuri-yah. And then she snatched the book back, instantly putting on a I’ve-never-seen-this-before face.
“How did this get here?” Yuri faked a laugh, avoiding Tiffany’s gaze. “I swear I was looking at interior design books.”
Tiffany was unconvinced. Acting was never one of Yuri’s qualities, after all. “Interior design?”
The younger girl nodded eagerly. “Yes, you know, furnishing.”
“Yuri…” Yuri didn’t like the way Tiffany dragged out her name. “That book is an adult romance novel. There’s no way you’d find it in the ‘interior design’ section.”
Yuri gulped. She didn’t consider that at all. “Well…uh, the…the librarian, right! The librarian must have Jessica’s sleeping syndrome!”
Tiffany smiled small at Yuri’s attempt to deflect before coming closer to her. “It’s a lesbian adult novel. You’re seriously telling me you ‘accidentally’ picked that up in the interior design section?”
The mushroom was staring straight at Yuri, making it hard for the taller girl to continue avoiding those earnest eyes.
“Well, Yuri?”
Yuri gulped again. “…Yes?”
Tiffany sighed, taking one of Yuri’s hands into her own. She squeezed the hand gently. “Yuri-yah.”
The soft tone of Tiffany’s voice was what finally told Yuri to stop being ridiculous and relax in the older girl’s presence. Her girlfriend’s presence. She tenderly returned the squeeze. “Fany-ah.”
Seeing Yuri lowering her walls, Tiffany smiled, but still it wasn’t her usual one. “Yuri-yah…I know we’ve agreed to take our relationship to the next level but you don’t have to feel…pressured, you know. If you’re not comfortable with this then we can wait.”
Yuri almost wanted to hug her little mushroom and thank her for understanding. But at the same time there was a hint of disappointment in her voice and Yuri just couldn’t bear to let her down. “I’m not pressured. Not at all. I mean, it’s been nine months. We don’t have to wait any longer.”
“I understand if you’re hesitant. You don’t have to feel obliged to agree with me just because we’ve been together for so long.”
“No, Fany. It’s not like that. I’m not hesitating. Why should I be? I love you, and this is what people who love each other do…” Yuri paused, can’t help feeling that what she just said sounded more like an excuse and self reassurance.
Tiffany’s scowl indicated that she thought the same.
Yuri sighed, leaning in closer to the shorter girl. “I want this too, Fany-ah.”
That seemed to finally convince Tiffany as her eyes brightened. “Really?”
Yuri smiled. “Of course.” She wasn’t lying. She just wasn’t as keen as her girlfriend.
Tiffany flashed her famous eyesmile. “So that book?”
The tanned girl glanced down at the book in her hand, the giant title ‘Intense Desire’ seemingly mocking how un-intense her desire was. “I told you, I took this by accident.”
“Okay,” Tiffany decided to trust her and as she couldn’t kiss her in public, so she settled for another gentle squeeze of the hand. “Well, I have to go to my study group now.”
Yuri nodded her head. “And I’ll go put this book back.”
They parted ways, but not before Tiffany whispered an ominous ‘So, Saturday then’ into Yuri’s ear and winking. Yuri tried hard to return Tiffany’s big grin with one of equal enthusiasm but her shoulders deflated the moment Tiffany disappeared from view.
Saturday…that’s three days away.
Yuri stared at the book in her hand, and then hastily made her way to the counter to check it out.
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When she arrived home, Yuri made a beeline for her room, closing the door and locking it behind her. She tossed her bag and books (except one) onto her bed and sat down on the table with the surviving book. Without a hint of hesitation, she flipped it open and started reading.
However, she only made it to halfway through the first adult scene before she slammed the book back shut. She let her forehead drop to the table and sighed.
This is impossible.
Her head turned to its side, bringing her bed into view. She stared at the four legged structure. Bed. Bed. Bed. A bed was a place to sleep. A piece of furniture which served the sole purpose of being a person’s sleeping retreat, with the occasional messing around included. That was how she had viewed a bed ever since she could remember. But since that one conversation two days ago…
“Yuri-yah.”
Yuri rolled her head to look at her girlfriend. “Yea?”
There had been lying together on Tiffany’s bed doing nothing more than cuddling in privacy because this just wasn’t possible on Yuri’s bed. She didn’t believe in lying, so the nature of her relationship with Tiffany was very well clear to her family members. While she was glad that she hadn’t yet been thrown out of the house, her mother especially had made it known that she thinks it as nothing more than a phase that Yuri would grow out of. Yuri had refrained from informing her mother that she was way past the age where that usually happens.
So anyway, with the current situation, Tiffany was welcomed in her house but not without conditions. Her mother’s rules were simple. One, no lovers-like intimacy or both of them would be immediately evicted from the house until further notice. And two, no closing the doors while in Yuri’s room. Needless to say, the atmosphere wasn’t very conducive for any sort of time together. To solve the problem, Yuri would often go over to Tiffany’s place instead and frequently sleeps over too. Tiffany lived alone since she came to Korea for her studies. It was like killing two birds with one stone because she got to have alone time with Tiffany as well as brightening up Tiffany’s apartment with her presence as the older girl honestly hated to be alone.
Tiffany shifted onto her side so that she was looking at Yuri squarely. “Do you think it’s time we took our relationship further?”
Yuri frowned, not understanding. “Further?”
“To the next level, I mean.”
“…the next level?”
Yuri sighed and closed her eyes. It should have been obvious to her what Tiffany meant but at that moment, enveloped in the warm, fuzzy feelings of cuddling with her girlfriend, it truly didn’t click.
“You know…have sex.”
Everything after that point was completely blank to Yuri. Nothing registered in her mind except for that furious blush on Tiffany’s cheeks and this one line.
Tiffany wanted to have sex with her.
Yuri felt her stomach lurch and her heartbeat speed up at the very thought of it. She bit her lower lip in an effort to contain the tingles. It didn’t work. She immediately got up and started to pace about.
This was just too weird. Why would Tiffany suggest this? Didn’t these sorts of things happen naturally? Because she was pretty sure that in all the movies she watched and books she read the characters never talked about this. They just do it when the time was right. Was she the one being naïve for believing it? Did all real life couples actually talk about this?
“I’m sorry, is this…too sudden? I just thought that we should get it out of the way, you know? We’ve known each other for three years, I had been in love with you for two and you felt the same but we only officially got together nine months ago because neither of us did anything about it. So…this time, I guess I thought that I should just speak out…at the risk of sounding weird.”
Tiffany reached for Yuri’s hand, taking a deep breath in the process. “I…I want to have sex with you, Yuri.”
Yuri wasn’t sure when she stopped pacing, but now she was just standing there in the middle of her room, her body positively overheating as Tiffany’s words repeat themselves in her head again and again.
I want to have sex with you, Yuri…
Yuri gulped and swiftly stalked back to her table. She sat down and determinedly grabbed the book. If they were going to have sex, she had to know how.
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D-day. Just how the hell did three days pass by in a flash?
Yuri put down her glass, signaling that she was done with her meal. She looked across the table to Tiffany. Her girlfriend was still taking her time with her drink. Tiffany caught her eye and smiled in return. Yuri struggled to not let her lips shake as she did the same. She shifted in her seat; the nerves she thought she left at the door creeping back at her, making her feel restless.
They had agreed not to overdo it. A simple home cooked dinner over at Tiffany’s. This way there was no need for all the dressing up and impressing each other. It didn’t have to be fancy to be special after all. Tiffany had insisted she wanted to cook, but when Yuri arrived at her door at the arranged time -in her casual jeans and t-shirt- with a bouquet of pink roses, the mushroom had greeted her with a nervous smile. Yuri found out why when she stepped in. Cooking was never one of Tiffany’s fortes.
Yuri had laughed off Tiffany’s failure and after cleaning up the mess, they whipped up something simple together. It completely felt like any other of her visits that she had to remind herself that today was different. Even though everything felt the same, they both knew today wasn’t going to end the same as all of her other sleepovers.
Finally, Tiffany puts down her glass and Yuri hastily got up to clear the table, taking the shorter girl’s dishes as well. She paused after placing them into the sink.
What now?
She carefully glanced back at the table where Tiffany was still seated. Her fingers started to drum incessantly at the edge of the sink. When she realized it she immediately stalled the movements and took a deep breath to calm herself down. She slowly made her way back to the table, stopping at Tiffany’s side. Tiffany looked up at her expectantly. She reached out a hand towards the seated girl, urging her to take it and when the latter did, gently pull her to her feet. Their eyes locked, before Yuri dropped hers to Tiffany’s lips.
Kiss. Right, that’s always a good way to start.
Or at least, that was the case in all her reference materials. And coincidently, ‘Intense Desire’ did have an after dinner sex scene.
Imitating said scene, Yuri slipped a hand to Tiffany’s cheek, her thumb rubbing small circles on her lower jaw before she leaned in to capture those mushroom lips. Tiffany responded instantly, her arms wrapping themselves around Yuri’s shoulders as she pushed her lips against Yuri’s. Yuri almost sighed at the feel of the soft flesh. Her other arm slid down to Tiffany’s waist and lingered there a while before sliding back to the table behind her and all too suddenly, Tiffany found herself between Yuri and the table.
Tiffany gasped at the feel of the table’s edge poking her butt and quickly broke the kiss. “Yuri, wait.”
Yuri pulled away. Tiffany rarely ever cut short their moments of intimacy, so she knew to pay attention when she did, what more since the intention was to go the whole way tonight. “What’s wrong?”
The naturally crescent shaped eyes eyed Yuri, then their positions, and then back to Yuri again. An unsettling smirk came to her lips. “Yuri…”
Again with the dragging of her name. Yuri unconsciously pulled back a little more.
“You read that book, didn’t you? You were imitating the after dinner sex scene!”
Yuri’s jaw dropped. “…wha-how did you know?”
“I read that book!”
“You did?”
“Yes, a long time ago but that’s not the point! Yuri, that scene ended with both of them having sex on the dinner table! Are you seriously trying to make our first time happen on the dinner table?”
Now Yuri felt bad. She backed up as much as Tiffany’s arms still around her would allow. “Well…no, but-”
“Yuri-yah,” Tiffany grabbed hold of her cheeks. “We both want this, right?”
Yuri looked straight into Tiffany’s eyes, and in there was nothing but warmth. Warmth that she loved, so much. She nodded her head.
“Okay, good.” Tiffany smiled and leaned in towards Yuri, planting a light kiss to the side of the other’s mouth. But when Yuri angled her head into the kiss, Tiffany pulled away and wriggled her way out of Yuri’s grasp, her smile widening at the taller girl’s puzzled expression.
“You do the dishes first,” Tiffany started, already backwards walking, “and after that…” she winked, her voice barely a whisper, “you can join me in the bedroom.”
Yuri watched Tiffany disappear into said room, their eyes never leaving each other until the last moment. She swallowed loudly, her mouth feeling all too dry. Did Tiffany just do what she thought she did? Her feet began to follow on their own accord before she remembered what she had to do first. Screw the damn dishes. She walked into the kitchen and washed them with such speed that they would probably need a second washing in the morning but right now she couldn’t care less. The image of Tiffany backwards walking into the bedroom was the only thing on her mind.
The butterflies in the pit of her stomach were well past the suppressible stage. She was at the door of Tiffany’s room before she knew it. It was ajar and from there she noticed that the bedside lamp was the only source of illumination and that there was music playing. It was soft, with light, pleasant beats. Next thing she knew, Tiffany appeared by the door and beckoned her to enter. She did, her knees feeling weak already, more so when she heard the door close behind her with a click.
Then Tiffany’s arms wrapped around her waist, and she swore she was going crazy. She let out a shaky breath when she felt the whole length of Tiffany’s body rest against her back, slowly guiding them towards the bed which had pink rose petals scattered on it. It looked like it came straight out of a movie.
They stopped at the foot of the furniture.
“And you reprimand me for using a book.”
Tiffany understood immediately, smiling into Yuri’s shoulder. “At least mine wasn’t on the dinner table. Have you actually considered how uncomfortable that would be? Not to mention awkward when our friends come over and sit there. We’ll forever associate the table with sex and get all flustered and they’ll notice, and tease us for it, as if we don’t already get teased enough because we’re the only ones who haven’t done it, well, except Yoona and Seohyun but they’re younger, so it’s okay and…and, and oh God, I’m sorry, I’m rambling.”
Tiffany tightened her grip around Yuri’s waist. “I’m really nervous right now.”
Yuri laughed lightly, her hands clasping over Tiffany’s. “It’s okay. So am I.”
They stayed that way for a while in complete silence save for the background music. Their breaths slowed to match each other’s, their heads resting on the other’s shoulders. Tiffany’s fingers lazily stroked Yuri’s belly in slow circular motions before her hand slid lower, to the hem of Yuri’s t-shirt. Yuri’s only reaction was a low, contented hum, the sickly sweet scent of the roses creating a relaxing effect. Her hand slipped under, and Yuri gasped sharply at the sudden contact of warm fingers on her bare skin.
Tiffany continued the circular motions, her other hand holding Yuri steady as the latter’s breath became shorter. She matched that too, feeling Yuri shudder when she breathed on her neck. A surge of heat shot to that spot below the waistband of her pants and she released Yuri, raising herself to her ear. She murmured into it.
“Take off your clothes.”
The words almost didn’t register in Yuri’s head, so fogged up with the sensations that were radiating into her from Tiffany’s touch. But the lost of contact brought her back to reality and she inwardly whined at the departing warmth. A part of her wondered if they were going too fast to already be taking off clothes. She always had the idea that clothes should come off layer by layer as they slowly made out, but when she heard the rustle of clothes behind her, and especially the popping of a jeans buckle, all doubts were eradicated from her mind. The distinctive sound of jeans sliding down a pair of legs drowned out even the music.
Yuri’s heart thumped in her ears. She promptly peeled off her shirt and moved for her jeans buckle next. But then Tiffany’s hands came from behind once again and wordlessly took over the task. Tiffany’s hands grabbed onto the buckle, pulling it loose, and Yuri had to bite down hard on her lip when Tiffany worked the zipper down. She was so close. So close. Yuri wasn’t sure if she imagined it or Tiffany’s hand actually lingered there. At that point every second felt like ten.
“Ti-Tiffany…”
The hands retreated to the sides, pulling the piece of clothing all the way down, freeing Yuri’s legs. Yuri was relieved and disappointed at the same time. She felt hot everywhere, but mostly there. Then Tiffany’s hand landed on the small of her back and she gasped again, unable to contain the shivers when that hand began to glide upwards, past her bra clasp to the back of her neck. The hair there was parted, and a wet kiss planted to the top of her spine.
Yuri sighed, her body tingling for more than just feather-like touches. She turned around, glancing at Tiffany just briefly enough to notice she was wearing a matching pink bra and panties before she kissed her, hard. Tiffany hungrily responded and they both fell back onto the bed, not breaking the kiss. With the feel of Yuri under her, their almost bare bodies touching, Tiffany abandoned all idea of taking it slow. She grounded her hips onto Yuri’s, and they groaned in each other’s mouths at the sensation. It was unlike anything they’ve ever felt before. Their hands found each other’s, and almost naturally their fingers intertwined. Tiffany kissed Yuri deeply, passionately, intimately.
They broke it only to breathe.
“Yuri,” Tiffany pressed her forehead on Yuri’s, her breath tickling her lips. “Do anything you want, because I will.”
Yuri’s only answer was to kiss Tiffany again. Oh, she’ll do as she liked, alright. She felt so riled up she didn’t know if she could stop anytime soon. She squeezed Tiffany’s hands before escaping from them only to travel down the mushroom’s body, coming to a rest at her honey thighs. Her fingers massaged them gently as Tiffany’s kisses moved down to her neck. Tiffany sucked on a pulse point the same time she grinded her hips down, causing Yuri to throw her head back in a moan.
Tiffany sat up, her eyes half lidded and her breath coming in pants. She started to shed the remainder of her clothes, sparking Yuri to do the same. Once done, they came together again. Yuri took a moment to appreciate the beauty of her girlfriend’s bare body, running her fingers down her perfectly shaped breasts, to her toned abs, to her lean thighs, and then up again. Tiffany closed her eyes and sighed, a soft moan leaving her lips when Yuri’s finger traced over her nipple.
“You’re beautiful, Fany-ah.”
Tiffany smirked at Yuri’s awed expression. She began to plant light kisses on Yuri’s face, going lower. “If…I’m…beautiful…” each word was separated by a kiss, “then…you…are…a….goddess.”
She ended up in the valley of Yuri’s breasts. Yuri was already breathing hard, every breath shorter than the one before, getting shorter still as Tiffany descended lower. Tiffany unhurriedly kissed her way towards a nipple, making her path deliberately obvious. Yuri tensed, one hand grasping the back of Tiffany’s head. Tiffany complied with the unsaid plead, taking the nipple into her mouth, flicking her tongue over the tip repeatedly. At once, Yuri arched her back, whimpering and squirming under Tiffany’s ministrations. Tiffany cupped the other breast with her hand, eliciting more whimpers from the younger girl.
Not satisfied with being on the receiving end, Yuri reached around Tiffany to cup her butt cheeks, squeezing them roughly. Tiffany bucked at the action, reflexively grounding her hips down-right into Yuri’s heat.
They both hissed as their naked hips met.
Their heats pooled and merged at the point of contact, sending ripples of pleasure traveling up their spines and at that point, a switch flips in Yuri’s head. Her desire heightened with unbearable intensity to the point it overwhelmed everything else. In a split second, she reversed their positions and pins Tiffany down with a needy kiss. Tiffany adapted to the change just as quickly, her hands pulling Yuri closer to her. Yuri’s tongue traced the inside of Tiffany’s mouth, making her moan and shudder beneath her.
But then a finger pushed at that particular spot between her legs, and it was her turn to let out a strangled cry. Tiffany rubbed at the spot, moving in agonizing circles around a little nub. Yuri bit her lip at the maddening sensation, but it doesn’t stop her moans from coming through. She felt her limbs going weak and it wasn’t long before her elbows give out. She buried her head into the crook of Tiffany’s neck, breathing hard.
“Fany…Fany…” the name was muffled against Tiffany’s shoulder.
Tiffany’s other hand cradled Yuri’s head, gently guiding her ear to her mouth. She playfully nudged the lobe with her tongue and teeth before she spoke. “Yuri-ah…Yuri.”
Yuri stilled her breathing as best she could, the only indication she could provide that she was listening. It was silent for a while, but then Tiffany whispered straight into her ear.
“Touch me too.”
If it was even possible to be more aroused, Yuri was. She immediately complied, snaking her hand between their bodies towards Tiffany’s core. Her fingers found it first, hot and wet. She delved into the folds, and Tiffany’s hips arched into her hand. Yuri did not need to be told what to do next. She finds that bundle of nerves and wordlessly began moving her fingers, mimicking the actions being done on herself. Tiffany quickly caught on, and circled faster, harder. Yuri did the same.
Yuri felt her head being pulled up and then Tiffany smashed their lips together into their fiercest kiss yet. They rode on each other, driving each other higher and higher and higher until there was nothing else but the release.
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Yuri waited calmly for her girlfriend to regain her breath. Her own had recovered a while ago, she believes all thanks to the amount of swimming she regularly did. She watched the rise and fall of Tiffany’s chest, silently admiring her beauty. Even when covered in sweat, or maybe because she was covered in sweat, Tiffany seemed to glow. The sight was absolutely breathtaking. And one that belonged only to her.
She put her hand on Tiffany’s belly, running it up and down lovingly.
Tiffany immediately arrested the appendage, turning to look at her. “Not right now, Yuri. I’m still feeling a little sensitive.”
Yuri smiled, leaning in to peck Tiffany’s shoulder. She kept her hand where it was though she stops moving. “I don’t think you can last five rounds at this rate, Fany-ah.”
Somewhere while basking in the euphoria of their first release, someone had mentioned going another three rounds. Someone else jacked it up to five. They both probably didn’t think it was a serious suggestion. Until they went at it again. And again. And again.
Tiffany glared and pouted at Yuri. “I so can! Just you wait; I’ll get you back later!”
Yuri grinned goofily, wrapping Tiffany in her arms. The mushroom automatically snuggled in. Once settled, Yuri started to comb through Tiffany’s hair gently, methodically.
“Hmm, stop that. You’re making me sleepy. We still have to go another two rounds.”
Yuri laughed lightly at Tiffany’s determination, and did as she was asked. They merely lied comfortably in each other’s arms for now.
“Fany-ah.”
“Yes?”
“Let’s try it on the dinner table.”
She probably knew she was going to get smacked for that, but her curiosity had been stoked ever since reading that book.
Tiffany slowly pulled away from her hold and raised herself on one elbow only to fix a stare at her face. A small smile pulled at the end of her mouth. “Have you always been this kinky, or was this the book’s fault?”
“Well…I was too embarrassed to read it the first time, but it was pretty...hot,” Yuri admitted sheepishly.
“I need to burn that book for giving you ideas.”
“...so it’s a no?”
Tiffany seemed to be considering it for a minute, but then she finally plopped back down next to Yuri. “After we try the couch and the shower.”
Yuri raised an eyebrow, trying to process what was said. And then she broke into another grin. “You’re totally kinky too.”
Tiffany smiled wickedly. “I never said I wasn’t.”
The tanned girl kissed her mushroom briefly before she sat up, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. She turned her body to her girlfriend and offered her hand. “So, up for the couch now?”
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A/N - I do think that Yuri is the more obvious 'man' in the relationship but oh, I do love aggressive!Fany. And this oneshot was inspired by this picture:
cr. ssf YulTi thread
A Soulkeeper from the thread jokingly guessed that the book Yuri is holding is 'Intense Desire' but another Soulkeeper said 'Interior Design' is more likely.
Happy 300th page YulTi thread!!!
Yuri’s fingers danced across the books on the shelves, her eyes following the action. They soon arrived to the end of the shelf and she quickly moved on the next row, repeating the motion. This went on for another few rounds before finally she hits the jackpot. Her fingers stilled on the desired book, her eyes brightening with glee. She moved to pull the book out but then she hesitates, biting her lower lip. Was it really worth it? A certain face came to mind and she takes a quick breath. Of course it was.
“You can do it, Yuri-yah. Just take the book off the shelf.”
She did just so, carefully studying the front cover. Other than the obnoxiously gigantic letters of the title, the illustration wasn’t very telling of the book’s contents. She sighed in relief, deciding against flipping through and immediately hid the book under a stack of others already in her arms. Once securely in the bottom of the stack, Yuri hugged the books closer to her body and walked out of the shelves towards the counter. Before the luxury of indulging in its contents, she had to check the book out first.
She methodically maneuvered her way, efficiently sliding between the tables on her track to the counter, but her mission was trounced by a body stepping into her path.
“Yuri?”
The girl whose name was Yuri froze as she registered just who was standing before her. She felt her mouth go dry.
“Ti-Tiffany! I-I didn’t expect to see you here!”
Tiffany frowned slightly at Yuri’s stuttering but it was quickly replaced by a smile at the joy of seeing the other girl. “Me neither. I’m having a study group with Taeyeon and Sooyoung. What about you?”
“Me? I’m just-” Yuri unconsciously hugged the books tighter. “-just looking for some reading materials.”
The crescent shaped eyes dropped to said books in Yuri’s arms before they widened suddenly. Tiffany’s hands shot out to the book at the bottom of the stack and swiftly pulled it out of Yuri’s grasp, leaving Yuri fumbling to not drop the others.
“Yah,” Yuri was quick to protest, although still minding the fact that they were in the library and kept herself from raising her voice. “What do you think you’re doi-”
The rest of the protest died on her tongue as soon as she spotted just which book Tiffany was holding. Tiffany was scrutinizing the cover, and then she looked at Yuri with one eyebrow raised.
“‘Intense Desire’, Yuri?”
Yuri stood unmoving for half a second. Pabo, Yuri! You absolute pabo! You put it at the bottom of the stack but with the front cover facing outwards! You’re completely beyond saving, Yuri-yah. And then she snatched the book back, instantly putting on a I’ve-never-seen-this-before face.
“How did this get here?” Yuri faked a laugh, avoiding Tiffany’s gaze. “I swear I was looking at interior design books.”
Tiffany was unconvinced. Acting was never one of Yuri’s qualities, after all. “Interior design?”
The younger girl nodded eagerly. “Yes, you know, furnishing.”
“Yuri…” Yuri didn’t like the way Tiffany dragged out her name. “That book is an adult romance novel. There’s no way you’d find it in the ‘interior design’ section.”
Yuri gulped. She didn’t consider that at all. “Well…uh, the…the librarian, right! The librarian must have Jessica’s sleeping syndrome!”
Tiffany smiled small at Yuri’s attempt to deflect before coming closer to her. “It’s a lesbian adult novel. You’re seriously telling me you ‘accidentally’ picked that up in the interior design section?”
The mushroom was staring straight at Yuri, making it hard for the taller girl to continue avoiding those earnest eyes.
“Well, Yuri?”
Yuri gulped again. “…Yes?”
Tiffany sighed, taking one of Yuri’s hands into her own. She squeezed the hand gently. “Yuri-yah.”
The soft tone of Tiffany’s voice was what finally told Yuri to stop being ridiculous and relax in the older girl’s presence. Her girlfriend’s presence. She tenderly returned the squeeze. “Fany-ah.”
Seeing Yuri lowering her walls, Tiffany smiled, but still it wasn’t her usual one. “Yuri-yah…I know we’ve agreed to take our relationship to the next level but you don’t have to feel…pressured, you know. If you’re not comfortable with this then we can wait.”
Yuri almost wanted to hug her little mushroom and thank her for understanding. But at the same time there was a hint of disappointment in her voice and Yuri just couldn’t bear to let her down. “I’m not pressured. Not at all. I mean, it’s been nine months. We don’t have to wait any longer.”
“I understand if you’re hesitant. You don’t have to feel obliged to agree with me just because we’ve been together for so long.”
“No, Fany. It’s not like that. I’m not hesitating. Why should I be? I love you, and this is what people who love each other do…” Yuri paused, can’t help feeling that what she just said sounded more like an excuse and self reassurance.
Tiffany’s scowl indicated that she thought the same.
Yuri sighed, leaning in closer to the shorter girl. “I want this too, Fany-ah.”
That seemed to finally convince Tiffany as her eyes brightened. “Really?”
Yuri smiled. “Of course.” She wasn’t lying. She just wasn’t as keen as her girlfriend.
Tiffany flashed her famous eyesmile. “So that book?”
The tanned girl glanced down at the book in her hand, the giant title ‘Intense Desire’ seemingly mocking how un-intense her desire was. “I told you, I took this by accident.”
“Okay,” Tiffany decided to trust her and as she couldn’t kiss her in public, so she settled for another gentle squeeze of the hand. “Well, I have to go to my study group now.”
Yuri nodded her head. “And I’ll go put this book back.”
They parted ways, but not before Tiffany whispered an ominous ‘So, Saturday then’ into Yuri’s ear and winking. Yuri tried hard to return Tiffany’s big grin with one of equal enthusiasm but her shoulders deflated the moment Tiffany disappeared from view.
Saturday…that’s three days away.
Yuri stared at the book in her hand, and then hastily made her way to the counter to check it out.
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When she arrived home, Yuri made a beeline for her room, closing the door and locking it behind her. She tossed her bag and books (except one) onto her bed and sat down on the table with the surviving book. Without a hint of hesitation, she flipped it open and started reading.
However, she only made it to halfway through the first adult scene before she slammed the book back shut. She let her forehead drop to the table and sighed.
This is impossible.
Her head turned to its side, bringing her bed into view. She stared at the four legged structure. Bed. Bed. Bed. A bed was a place to sleep. A piece of furniture which served the sole purpose of being a person’s sleeping retreat, with the occasional messing around included. That was how she had viewed a bed ever since she could remember. But since that one conversation two days ago…
“Yuri-yah.”
Yuri rolled her head to look at her girlfriend. “Yea?”
There had been lying together on Tiffany’s bed doing nothing more than cuddling in privacy because this just wasn’t possible on Yuri’s bed. She didn’t believe in lying, so the nature of her relationship with Tiffany was very well clear to her family members. While she was glad that she hadn’t yet been thrown out of the house, her mother especially had made it known that she thinks it as nothing more than a phase that Yuri would grow out of. Yuri had refrained from informing her mother that she was way past the age where that usually happens.
So anyway, with the current situation, Tiffany was welcomed in her house but not without conditions. Her mother’s rules were simple. One, no lovers-like intimacy or both of them would be immediately evicted from the house until further notice. And two, no closing the doors while in Yuri’s room. Needless to say, the atmosphere wasn’t very conducive for any sort of time together. To solve the problem, Yuri would often go over to Tiffany’s place instead and frequently sleeps over too. Tiffany lived alone since she came to Korea for her studies. It was like killing two birds with one stone because she got to have alone time with Tiffany as well as brightening up Tiffany’s apartment with her presence as the older girl honestly hated to be alone.
Tiffany shifted onto her side so that she was looking at Yuri squarely. “Do you think it’s time we took our relationship further?”
Yuri frowned, not understanding. “Further?”
“To the next level, I mean.”
“…the next level?”
Yuri sighed and closed her eyes. It should have been obvious to her what Tiffany meant but at that moment, enveloped in the warm, fuzzy feelings of cuddling with her girlfriend, it truly didn’t click.
“You know…have sex.”
Everything after that point was completely blank to Yuri. Nothing registered in her mind except for that furious blush on Tiffany’s cheeks and this one line.
Tiffany wanted to have sex with her.
Yuri felt her stomach lurch and her heartbeat speed up at the very thought of it. She bit her lower lip in an effort to contain the tingles. It didn’t work. She immediately got up and started to pace about.
This was just too weird. Why would Tiffany suggest this? Didn’t these sorts of things happen naturally? Because she was pretty sure that in all the movies she watched and books she read the characters never talked about this. They just do it when the time was right. Was she the one being naïve for believing it? Did all real life couples actually talk about this?
“I’m sorry, is this…too sudden? I just thought that we should get it out of the way, you know? We’ve known each other for three years, I had been in love with you for two and you felt the same but we only officially got together nine months ago because neither of us did anything about it. So…this time, I guess I thought that I should just speak out…at the risk of sounding weird.”
Tiffany reached for Yuri’s hand, taking a deep breath in the process. “I…I want to have sex with you, Yuri.”
Yuri wasn’t sure when she stopped pacing, but now she was just standing there in the middle of her room, her body positively overheating as Tiffany’s words repeat themselves in her head again and again.
I want to have sex with you, Yuri…
Yuri gulped and swiftly stalked back to her table. She sat down and determinedly grabbed the book. If they were going to have sex, she had to know how.
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D-day. Just how the hell did three days pass by in a flash?
Yuri put down her glass, signaling that she was done with her meal. She looked across the table to Tiffany. Her girlfriend was still taking her time with her drink. Tiffany caught her eye and smiled in return. Yuri struggled to not let her lips shake as she did the same. She shifted in her seat; the nerves she thought she left at the door creeping back at her, making her feel restless.
They had agreed not to overdo it. A simple home cooked dinner over at Tiffany’s. This way there was no need for all the dressing up and impressing each other. It didn’t have to be fancy to be special after all. Tiffany had insisted she wanted to cook, but when Yuri arrived at her door at the arranged time -in her casual jeans and t-shirt- with a bouquet of pink roses, the mushroom had greeted her with a nervous smile. Yuri found out why when she stepped in. Cooking was never one of Tiffany’s fortes.
Yuri had laughed off Tiffany’s failure and after cleaning up the mess, they whipped up something simple together. It completely felt like any other of her visits that she had to remind herself that today was different. Even though everything felt the same, they both knew today wasn’t going to end the same as all of her other sleepovers.
Finally, Tiffany puts down her glass and Yuri hastily got up to clear the table, taking the shorter girl’s dishes as well. She paused after placing them into the sink.
What now?
She carefully glanced back at the table where Tiffany was still seated. Her fingers started to drum incessantly at the edge of the sink. When she realized it she immediately stalled the movements and took a deep breath to calm herself down. She slowly made her way back to the table, stopping at Tiffany’s side. Tiffany looked up at her expectantly. She reached out a hand towards the seated girl, urging her to take it and when the latter did, gently pull her to her feet. Their eyes locked, before Yuri dropped hers to Tiffany’s lips.
Kiss. Right, that’s always a good way to start.
Or at least, that was the case in all her reference materials. And coincidently, ‘Intense Desire’ did have an after dinner sex scene.
Imitating said scene, Yuri slipped a hand to Tiffany’s cheek, her thumb rubbing small circles on her lower jaw before she leaned in to capture those mushroom lips. Tiffany responded instantly, her arms wrapping themselves around Yuri’s shoulders as she pushed her lips against Yuri’s. Yuri almost sighed at the feel of the soft flesh. Her other arm slid down to Tiffany’s waist and lingered there a while before sliding back to the table behind her and all too suddenly, Tiffany found herself between Yuri and the table.
Tiffany gasped at the feel of the table’s edge poking her butt and quickly broke the kiss. “Yuri, wait.”
Yuri pulled away. Tiffany rarely ever cut short their moments of intimacy, so she knew to pay attention when she did, what more since the intention was to go the whole way tonight. “What’s wrong?”
The naturally crescent shaped eyes eyed Yuri, then their positions, and then back to Yuri again. An unsettling smirk came to her lips. “Yuri…”
Again with the dragging of her name. Yuri unconsciously pulled back a little more.
“You read that book, didn’t you? You were imitating the after dinner sex scene!”
Yuri’s jaw dropped. “…wha-how did you know?”
“I read that book!”
“You did?”
“Yes, a long time ago but that’s not the point! Yuri, that scene ended with both of them having sex on the dinner table! Are you seriously trying to make our first time happen on the dinner table?”
Now Yuri felt bad. She backed up as much as Tiffany’s arms still around her would allow. “Well…no, but-”
“Yuri-yah,” Tiffany grabbed hold of her cheeks. “We both want this, right?”
Yuri looked straight into Tiffany’s eyes, and in there was nothing but warmth. Warmth that she loved, so much. She nodded her head.
“Okay, good.” Tiffany smiled and leaned in towards Yuri, planting a light kiss to the side of the other’s mouth. But when Yuri angled her head into the kiss, Tiffany pulled away and wriggled her way out of Yuri’s grasp, her smile widening at the taller girl’s puzzled expression.
“You do the dishes first,” Tiffany started, already backwards walking, “and after that…” she winked, her voice barely a whisper, “you can join me in the bedroom.”
Yuri watched Tiffany disappear into said room, their eyes never leaving each other until the last moment. She swallowed loudly, her mouth feeling all too dry. Did Tiffany just do what she thought she did? Her feet began to follow on their own accord before she remembered what she had to do first. Screw the damn dishes. She walked into the kitchen and washed them with such speed that they would probably need a second washing in the morning but right now she couldn’t care less. The image of Tiffany backwards walking into the bedroom was the only thing on her mind.
The butterflies in the pit of her stomach were well past the suppressible stage. She was at the door of Tiffany’s room before she knew it. It was ajar and from there she noticed that the bedside lamp was the only source of illumination and that there was music playing. It was soft, with light, pleasant beats. Next thing she knew, Tiffany appeared by the door and beckoned her to enter. She did, her knees feeling weak already, more so when she heard the door close behind her with a click.
Then Tiffany’s arms wrapped around her waist, and she swore she was going crazy. She let out a shaky breath when she felt the whole length of Tiffany’s body rest against her back, slowly guiding them towards the bed which had pink rose petals scattered on it. It looked like it came straight out of a movie.
They stopped at the foot of the furniture.
“And you reprimand me for using a book.”
Tiffany understood immediately, smiling into Yuri’s shoulder. “At least mine wasn’t on the dinner table. Have you actually considered how uncomfortable that would be? Not to mention awkward when our friends come over and sit there. We’ll forever associate the table with sex and get all flustered and they’ll notice, and tease us for it, as if we don’t already get teased enough because we’re the only ones who haven’t done it, well, except Yoona and Seohyun but they’re younger, so it’s okay and…and, and oh God, I’m sorry, I’m rambling.”
Tiffany tightened her grip around Yuri’s waist. “I’m really nervous right now.”
Yuri laughed lightly, her hands clasping over Tiffany’s. “It’s okay. So am I.”
They stayed that way for a while in complete silence save for the background music. Their breaths slowed to match each other’s, their heads resting on the other’s shoulders. Tiffany’s fingers lazily stroked Yuri’s belly in slow circular motions before her hand slid lower, to the hem of Yuri’s t-shirt. Yuri’s only reaction was a low, contented hum, the sickly sweet scent of the roses creating a relaxing effect. Her hand slipped under, and Yuri gasped sharply at the sudden contact of warm fingers on her bare skin.
Tiffany continued the circular motions, her other hand holding Yuri steady as the latter’s breath became shorter. She matched that too, feeling Yuri shudder when she breathed on her neck. A surge of heat shot to that spot below the waistband of her pants and she released Yuri, raising herself to her ear. She murmured into it.
“Take off your clothes.”
The words almost didn’t register in Yuri’s head, so fogged up with the sensations that were radiating into her from Tiffany’s touch. But the lost of contact brought her back to reality and she inwardly whined at the departing warmth. A part of her wondered if they were going too fast to already be taking off clothes. She always had the idea that clothes should come off layer by layer as they slowly made out, but when she heard the rustle of clothes behind her, and especially the popping of a jeans buckle, all doubts were eradicated from her mind. The distinctive sound of jeans sliding down a pair of legs drowned out even the music.
Yuri’s heart thumped in her ears. She promptly peeled off her shirt and moved for her jeans buckle next. But then Tiffany’s hands came from behind once again and wordlessly took over the task. Tiffany’s hands grabbed onto the buckle, pulling it loose, and Yuri had to bite down hard on her lip when Tiffany worked the zipper down. She was so close. So close. Yuri wasn’t sure if she imagined it or Tiffany’s hand actually lingered there. At that point every second felt like ten.
“Ti-Tiffany…”
The hands retreated to the sides, pulling the piece of clothing all the way down, freeing Yuri’s legs. Yuri was relieved and disappointed at the same time. She felt hot everywhere, but mostly there. Then Tiffany’s hand landed on the small of her back and she gasped again, unable to contain the shivers when that hand began to glide upwards, past her bra clasp to the back of her neck. The hair there was parted, and a wet kiss planted to the top of her spine.
Yuri sighed, her body tingling for more than just feather-like touches. She turned around, glancing at Tiffany just briefly enough to notice she was wearing a matching pink bra and panties before she kissed her, hard. Tiffany hungrily responded and they both fell back onto the bed, not breaking the kiss. With the feel of Yuri under her, their almost bare bodies touching, Tiffany abandoned all idea of taking it slow. She grounded her hips onto Yuri’s, and they groaned in each other’s mouths at the sensation. It was unlike anything they’ve ever felt before. Their hands found each other’s, and almost naturally their fingers intertwined. Tiffany kissed Yuri deeply, passionately, intimately.
They broke it only to breathe.
“Yuri,” Tiffany pressed her forehead on Yuri’s, her breath tickling her lips. “Do anything you want, because I will.”
Yuri’s only answer was to kiss Tiffany again. Oh, she’ll do as she liked, alright. She felt so riled up she didn’t know if she could stop anytime soon. She squeezed Tiffany’s hands before escaping from them only to travel down the mushroom’s body, coming to a rest at her honey thighs. Her fingers massaged them gently as Tiffany’s kisses moved down to her neck. Tiffany sucked on a pulse point the same time she grinded her hips down, causing Yuri to throw her head back in a moan.
Tiffany sat up, her eyes half lidded and her breath coming in pants. She started to shed the remainder of her clothes, sparking Yuri to do the same. Once done, they came together again. Yuri took a moment to appreciate the beauty of her girlfriend’s bare body, running her fingers down her perfectly shaped breasts, to her toned abs, to her lean thighs, and then up again. Tiffany closed her eyes and sighed, a soft moan leaving her lips when Yuri’s finger traced over her nipple.
“You’re beautiful, Fany-ah.”
Tiffany smirked at Yuri’s awed expression. She began to plant light kisses on Yuri’s face, going lower. “If…I’m…beautiful…” each word was separated by a kiss, “then…you…are…a….goddess.”
She ended up in the valley of Yuri’s breasts. Yuri was already breathing hard, every breath shorter than the one before, getting shorter still as Tiffany descended lower. Tiffany unhurriedly kissed her way towards a nipple, making her path deliberately obvious. Yuri tensed, one hand grasping the back of Tiffany’s head. Tiffany complied with the unsaid plead, taking the nipple into her mouth, flicking her tongue over the tip repeatedly. At once, Yuri arched her back, whimpering and squirming under Tiffany’s ministrations. Tiffany cupped the other breast with her hand, eliciting more whimpers from the younger girl.
Not satisfied with being on the receiving end, Yuri reached around Tiffany to cup her butt cheeks, squeezing them roughly. Tiffany bucked at the action, reflexively grounding her hips down-right into Yuri’s heat.
They both hissed as their naked hips met.
Their heats pooled and merged at the point of contact, sending ripples of pleasure traveling up their spines and at that point, a switch flips in Yuri’s head. Her desire heightened with unbearable intensity to the point it overwhelmed everything else. In a split second, she reversed their positions and pins Tiffany down with a needy kiss. Tiffany adapted to the change just as quickly, her hands pulling Yuri closer to her. Yuri’s tongue traced the inside of Tiffany’s mouth, making her moan and shudder beneath her.
But then a finger pushed at that particular spot between her legs, and it was her turn to let out a strangled cry. Tiffany rubbed at the spot, moving in agonizing circles around a little nub. Yuri bit her lip at the maddening sensation, but it doesn’t stop her moans from coming through. She felt her limbs going weak and it wasn’t long before her elbows give out. She buried her head into the crook of Tiffany’s neck, breathing hard.
“Fany…Fany…” the name was muffled against Tiffany’s shoulder.
Tiffany’s other hand cradled Yuri’s head, gently guiding her ear to her mouth. She playfully nudged the lobe with her tongue and teeth before she spoke. “Yuri-ah…Yuri.”
Yuri stilled her breathing as best she could, the only indication she could provide that she was listening. It was silent for a while, but then Tiffany whispered straight into her ear.
“Touch me too.”
If it was even possible to be more aroused, Yuri was. She immediately complied, snaking her hand between their bodies towards Tiffany’s core. Her fingers found it first, hot and wet. She delved into the folds, and Tiffany’s hips arched into her hand. Yuri did not need to be told what to do next. She finds that bundle of nerves and wordlessly began moving her fingers, mimicking the actions being done on herself. Tiffany quickly caught on, and circled faster, harder. Yuri did the same.
Yuri felt her head being pulled up and then Tiffany smashed their lips together into their fiercest kiss yet. They rode on each other, driving each other higher and higher and higher until there was nothing else but the release.
--
Yuri waited calmly for her girlfriend to regain her breath. Her own had recovered a while ago, she believes all thanks to the amount of swimming she regularly did. She watched the rise and fall of Tiffany’s chest, silently admiring her beauty. Even when covered in sweat, or maybe because she was covered in sweat, Tiffany seemed to glow. The sight was absolutely breathtaking. And one that belonged only to her.
She put her hand on Tiffany’s belly, running it up and down lovingly.
Tiffany immediately arrested the appendage, turning to look at her. “Not right now, Yuri. I’m still feeling a little sensitive.”
Yuri smiled, leaning in to peck Tiffany’s shoulder. She kept her hand where it was though she stops moving. “I don’t think you can last five rounds at this rate, Fany-ah.”
Somewhere while basking in the euphoria of their first release, someone had mentioned going another three rounds. Someone else jacked it up to five. They both probably didn’t think it was a serious suggestion. Until they went at it again. And again. And again.
Tiffany glared and pouted at Yuri. “I so can! Just you wait; I’ll get you back later!”
Yuri grinned goofily, wrapping Tiffany in her arms. The mushroom automatically snuggled in. Once settled, Yuri started to comb through Tiffany’s hair gently, methodically.
“Hmm, stop that. You’re making me sleepy. We still have to go another two rounds.”
Yuri laughed lightly at Tiffany’s determination, and did as she was asked. They merely lied comfortably in each other’s arms for now.
“Fany-ah.”
“Yes?”
“Let’s try it on the dinner table.”
She probably knew she was going to get smacked for that, but her curiosity had been stoked ever since reading that book.
Tiffany slowly pulled away from her hold and raised herself on one elbow only to fix a stare at her face. A small smile pulled at the end of her mouth. “Have you always been this kinky, or was this the book’s fault?”
“Well…I was too embarrassed to read it the first time, but it was pretty...hot,” Yuri admitted sheepishly.
“I need to burn that book for giving you ideas.”
“...so it’s a no?”
Tiffany seemed to be considering it for a minute, but then she finally plopped back down next to Yuri. “After we try the couch and the shower.”
Yuri raised an eyebrow, trying to process what was said. And then she broke into another grin. “You’re totally kinky too.”
Tiffany smiled wickedly. “I never said I wasn’t.”
The tanned girl kissed her mushroom briefly before she sat up, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. She turned her body to her girlfriend and offered her hand. “So, up for the couch now?”
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A/N - I do think that Yuri is the more obvious 'man' in the relationship but oh, I do love aggressive!Fany. And this oneshot was inspired by this picture:
cr. ssf YulTi thread
A Soulkeeper from the thread jokingly guessed that the book Yuri is holding is 'Intense Desire' but another Soulkeeper said 'Interior Design' is more likely.
Happy 300th page YulTi thread!!!