the contrast caught her....
Title: Rumbles of Thunder
Pairing: Cheondoong/Unspecified Female
Rating: NC-17 (just to be safe)
A/N: I don't know where this came from....I'm suppose to be working on MBLAQ smut fics. Instead, this popped out and demanded I write it. ::headdesk::
He'd always seemed to her like an overgrown puppy with over-large paws. She waited for his long-fingered hands to gesture a little too wildly and knock something over. He always seemed like he should trip over his feet, tangling up his long legs. She often expected him to sweep breakables off of end tables and shelves with his metaphorical tail. Except he never did. Instead he carried himself with a control, a grace that seemed at odds with her image of him.
It intrigued her. The contrast caught her like nothing else. That boy-man with his long limbs and tiny face fascinated her. She tried not to let him haunt her. Still, there were those long nights of tossing and turning in her bed, trying to clamp down on images of him naked and over her, under her, inside her. Especially after that one photoshoot was released with him flashing that strip of abdomen. Her tongue nearly fell out her mouth as her eyes nearly popped out her head.
The nights she'd spent since with that image in her mind. All the times she slipped one hand under the t-shirt she slept in to play with her nipples while the other hand slid into her panties. As she pulled, pinched and played with her breasts, her clit, she imagined his hands on her, his fingers sliding over her. Finally, he slid one, two, then three fingers into her waiting heat and the fever rushing through her body exploded into spasms. She moaned, bucking and riding her fingers. His fingers, her vivid imagination whispered.
The next time she'd see him in real life, she'd smile and greet him politely and he would do the same. And she would rush into the nearest private bathroom to relieve the lust he so unknowingly fed. He lived up to his stage name without ever touching her. He rolled and rumbled through her system like thunder.
Pairing: Cheondoong/Unspecified Female
Rating: NC-17 (just to be safe)
A/N: I don't know where this came from....I'm suppose to be working on MBLAQ smut fics. Instead, this popped out and demanded I write it. ::headdesk::
He'd always seemed to her like an overgrown puppy with over-large paws. She waited for his long-fingered hands to gesture a little too wildly and knock something over. He always seemed like he should trip over his feet, tangling up his long legs. She often expected him to sweep breakables off of end tables and shelves with his metaphorical tail. Except he never did. Instead he carried himself with a control, a grace that seemed at odds with her image of him.
It intrigued her. The contrast caught her like nothing else. That boy-man with his long limbs and tiny face fascinated her. She tried not to let him haunt her. Still, there were those long nights of tossing and turning in her bed, trying to clamp down on images of him naked and over her, under her, inside her. Especially after that one photoshoot was released with him flashing that strip of abdomen. Her tongue nearly fell out her mouth as her eyes nearly popped out her head.
The nights she'd spent since with that image in her mind. All the times she slipped one hand under the t-shirt she slept in to play with her nipples while the other hand slid into her panties. As she pulled, pinched and played with her breasts, her clit, she imagined his hands on her, his fingers sliding over her. Finally, he slid one, two, then three fingers into her waiting heat and the fever rushing through her body exploded into spasms. She moaned, bucking and riding her fingers. His fingers, her vivid imagination whispered.
The next time she'd see him in real life, she'd smile and greet him politely and he would do the same. And she would rush into the nearest private bathroom to relieve the lust he so unknowingly fed. He lived up to his stage name without ever touching her. He rolled and rumbled through her system like thunder.