"Hidden"
Title: "Hidden"
Pairing: BoA/Taeyeon
Genre: Smut
Warnings: Explicit
Words: 1313
Summary: Two lovers reunite in a dressing room.
"Hello?"
BoA blinked. The roars of the crowd beyond the stage could be heard even through the cement wall that separated the backstage area. In her personal dressing room, alone, she'd been sitting on the small couch, head thrown back. Soaking in the energy and excitement. Trying not to give in and fall asleep. God damn jet lag.
The girl - well, woman - standing at her door peered at her. "Can I come in?"
"Mhmm."
The door snicked shut.
She yawned and stretched, sitting up. "Sorry I didn't come by earlier. I'm exhausted."
"That's okay," Taeyeon said, shrugging lightly. She inched across the room and hovered by the arm of the couch uncertainly, though a smile still graced her face. Her small frame was encased in white, long shapely legs ending in a pair of uncomfortable white heels, and BoA grinned.
"Look at that hair colour. I love it on you," she purred and was gratified to see the blush spread across Taeyeon's cheeks. She was so pale that it was always obvious when Taeyeon was embarrassed. This time, she was clearly more than pleased, a hand reaching up to pat self-consciously at her head. BoA leaned forward and caught her other wrist, using it to pull the other closer. "C'mere."
Taeyeon let herself be led, until she stood right in front of BoA, hips bracketed by slim legs. The cold pleather of BoA's boots pressed all along the length of her thighs and calves, and she shivered. Then she shivered again when BoA hooked her hands against the back of her thighs and pressed her face against Taeyeon's bare stomach. They both breathed - one long breath, together.
"Don't mess up my hair," BoA murmured, just as fingers began running through the long locks of black down her back. They stilled - BoA glared upwards. "I don't mean stop."
"Make up your mind, sun bae nim." The last three syllables clearly enunciated. She could hear the laughter in Taeyeon's voice.
She snorted. "Such impertinence."
They let the silence envelope them for another few minutes before BoA got impatient. She was also getting drowsy at the hair brushing and that wasn't good, not when they were in the middle of a three hour concert.
BoA tugged at Taeyeon's thighs and the younger woman shifted obligingly, bending her knees and shifting onto her lap, never stopping the hair brushing. When BoA buried her face in her neck, nosing at her piercings, the hand tightened, stilling at the base of her head.
"You're really going to ruin my hair," BoA murmured before running her tongue along Taeng's earlobe, nudging the stud there.
The hitched breath came before the words. "I'm hoping that's the least of your worries."
She snaked a hand to the back of her head, fingers tangling in strawberry blonde hair. "I really missed you," she breathed in English and swallowed Taeyeon's reply, brushing her lips gently against hers. She pulled back, gazed up at equally lidded eyes, and grinned.
It was Taeyeon who leaned in again, sucking lightly on her lower lip, before licking into her mouth. BoA leaned back, shifting up so that Taeyeon would be more comfortable, and moaned into the kiss. She clenched her own thighs, and let a hand trail down Taeyeon's front. Without breaking contact, she began undoing the bottom buttons of Taeyeon's blazer.
With a gasp, the younger woman pulled away. BoA smiled at the flushed face and swollen lips.
"Are we - really - "
"Yup," BoA said with little preamble and undid the top button of her white shorts.
Taeyeon blushed brilliantly and, with only a short hesitation, did the same to BoA's shorts. Despite the way her eyes glanced sideways, away from BoA's gaze, her hands were confident and quick. Familiar.
"You'd think after a year," BoA whispered, "you wouldn't be quite so timid."
"Well, uhnn," Taeyeon bit her lip as if to stop anymore moans from escaping, "this is not something most people 'get used to.'"
"Hm, really? Move up a bit, please." She tugged the shorts off, then she smiled at the black lace panties. "Pretty." She ran a hand along Taeyeon's inner thighs to encourage her to spread her knees, which she did so obediently, hands tightening on BoA's shoulders.
"Thought - " She gasped as BoA cupped a slim hand between her legs, running a finger gently along her labia. "Thought you'd like it," she finished weakly.
"Kiss me," BoA said quietly, and felt heat between her own legs as Taeyeon stared at her, before leaning forward to brush their mouths together chastely. She felt rather than saw Taeyeon's jaw clench as she rubbed her thumb against her clit, lightly in repeated circles. The pads of her index and middle finger traced her entrance and she couldn't help moaning as she felt Taeyeon clench and her thighs begin to tremble.
It took a short jumble of hands and wrists before Taeyeon could slip her own hand into BoA's shorts, running dainty fingers along the cotton and rubbing her clit gently. Her eyes were wide and dark as she watched BoA's face, watching those thin lips tighten and then open in a silent groan.
They began to move together, hands and fingers working in unison, hips undulating. Short gasps and deep breaths filled the room.
"Hey," BoA whispered, feeling her own sex clench and the muscles of her stomach tighten. Then she relaxed. She never had strong orgasms, but she kissed Taeyeon appreciatively anyway as she zipped and buttoned up her shorts with shaking fingers. It was Taeyeon who was so sensitive, who felt things so explosively but kept such a harsh leash on the noises threatening to escape past her tightly sealed lips. God, she loved watching her fall apart. So much composure. One of her favourite things had been making Taeyeon sing while they did this, listened to her gorgeous voice break into gasps and broken noises.
"Tell me what you want?" BoA teased, working her just a little harder, fingers pressing deeper into her entrance. Taeyeon was so wet, she could feel her drip down her fingers.
"That, oh!" Taeyeon sobbed, shoving her hips down desperately.
"What does that even mean?"
She glared, pressing her knees warningly against BoA's hips, before her face twisted again and she let her forehead drop against her shoulder, gasping brokenly into the black cloth there. Yes, just like that.
Taking pity on her, BoA began working both fingers into her, marveling at how easily they slid in and out. Taeyeon wailed, still making sure to keep her voice low, shifting her hips even harder until she was practically shoving herself into BoA's pelvis.
"Hmm, yeah, c'mon baby..." she murmured into Taeyeon's ear and was met with a quiet grunt as she felt her clench hard around her fingers. BoA worked her through it, refusing to let up the pace even as she keened, clutching desperately at her arm before reaching down to grab her wrist, stilling her movements. Her fingers slipped out.
"Enough," Taeyeon whined, pulled her panties back up.
BoA pouted, then kissed her again, licking and biting at her lips. She twitched, pulled at her bottom lip between her teeth before pulling away completely. Then Taeyeon sighed and sat back on her haunches, sliding her shorts back on.
"Well, that definitely woke me up," BoA said with a grin.
Taeyeon smacked her lightly against her shoulder, then tilted her head so she could press her forehead against BoA's. The two women closed their eyes and listened to each other breathe.
The crowd's cheers seemed to come back to them then and BoA looped her arms around the younger woman's waist as she moved to get up.
Taeyeon glanced at her questioningly. She responded with a raised eyebrow. With a laugh, Taeyeon pressed a cheek against hers.
"I missed you too."
Pairing: BoA/Taeyeon
Genre: Smut
Warnings: Explicit
Words: 1313
Summary: Two lovers reunite in a dressing room.
"Hello?"
BoA blinked. The roars of the crowd beyond the stage could be heard even through the cement wall that separated the backstage area. In her personal dressing room, alone, she'd been sitting on the small couch, head thrown back. Soaking in the energy and excitement. Trying not to give in and fall asleep. God damn jet lag.
The girl - well, woman - standing at her door peered at her. "Can I come in?"
"Mhmm."
The door snicked shut.
She yawned and stretched, sitting up. "Sorry I didn't come by earlier. I'm exhausted."
"That's okay," Taeyeon said, shrugging lightly. She inched across the room and hovered by the arm of the couch uncertainly, though a smile still graced her face. Her small frame was encased in white, long shapely legs ending in a pair of uncomfortable white heels, and BoA grinned.
"Look at that hair colour. I love it on you," she purred and was gratified to see the blush spread across Taeyeon's cheeks. She was so pale that it was always obvious when Taeyeon was embarrassed. This time, she was clearly more than pleased, a hand reaching up to pat self-consciously at her head. BoA leaned forward and caught her other wrist, using it to pull the other closer. "C'mere."
Taeyeon let herself be led, until she stood right in front of BoA, hips bracketed by slim legs. The cold pleather of BoA's boots pressed all along the length of her thighs and calves, and she shivered. Then she shivered again when BoA hooked her hands against the back of her thighs and pressed her face against Taeyeon's bare stomach. They both breathed - one long breath, together.
"Don't mess up my hair," BoA murmured, just as fingers began running through the long locks of black down her back. They stilled - BoA glared upwards. "I don't mean stop."
"Make up your mind, sun bae nim." The last three syllables clearly enunciated. She could hear the laughter in Taeyeon's voice.
She snorted. "Such impertinence."
They let the silence envelope them for another few minutes before BoA got impatient. She was also getting drowsy at the hair brushing and that wasn't good, not when they were in the middle of a three hour concert.
BoA tugged at Taeyeon's thighs and the younger woman shifted obligingly, bending her knees and shifting onto her lap, never stopping the hair brushing. When BoA buried her face in her neck, nosing at her piercings, the hand tightened, stilling at the base of her head.
"You're really going to ruin my hair," BoA murmured before running her tongue along Taeng's earlobe, nudging the stud there.
The hitched breath came before the words. "I'm hoping that's the least of your worries."
She snaked a hand to the back of her head, fingers tangling in strawberry blonde hair. "I really missed you," she breathed in English and swallowed Taeyeon's reply, brushing her lips gently against hers. She pulled back, gazed up at equally lidded eyes, and grinned.
It was Taeyeon who leaned in again, sucking lightly on her lower lip, before licking into her mouth. BoA leaned back, shifting up so that Taeyeon would be more comfortable, and moaned into the kiss. She clenched her own thighs, and let a hand trail down Taeyeon's front. Without breaking contact, she began undoing the bottom buttons of Taeyeon's blazer.
With a gasp, the younger woman pulled away. BoA smiled at the flushed face and swollen lips.
"Are we - really - "
"Yup," BoA said with little preamble and undid the top button of her white shorts.
Taeyeon blushed brilliantly and, with only a short hesitation, did the same to BoA's shorts. Despite the way her eyes glanced sideways, away from BoA's gaze, her hands were confident and quick. Familiar.
"You'd think after a year," BoA whispered, "you wouldn't be quite so timid."
"Well, uhnn," Taeyeon bit her lip as if to stop anymore moans from escaping, "this is not something most people 'get used to.'"
"Hm, really? Move up a bit, please." She tugged the shorts off, then she smiled at the black lace panties. "Pretty." She ran a hand along Taeyeon's inner thighs to encourage her to spread her knees, which she did so obediently, hands tightening on BoA's shoulders.
"Thought - " She gasped as BoA cupped a slim hand between her legs, running a finger gently along her labia. "Thought you'd like it," she finished weakly.
"Kiss me," BoA said quietly, and felt heat between her own legs as Taeyeon stared at her, before leaning forward to brush their mouths together chastely. She felt rather than saw Taeyeon's jaw clench as she rubbed her thumb against her clit, lightly in repeated circles. The pads of her index and middle finger traced her entrance and she couldn't help moaning as she felt Taeyeon clench and her thighs begin to tremble.
It took a short jumble of hands and wrists before Taeyeon could slip her own hand into BoA's shorts, running dainty fingers along the cotton and rubbing her clit gently. Her eyes were wide and dark as she watched BoA's face, watching those thin lips tighten and then open in a silent groan.
They began to move together, hands and fingers working in unison, hips undulating. Short gasps and deep breaths filled the room.
"Hey," BoA whispered, feeling her own sex clench and the muscles of her stomach tighten. Then she relaxed. She never had strong orgasms, but she kissed Taeyeon appreciatively anyway as she zipped and buttoned up her shorts with shaking fingers. It was Taeyeon who was so sensitive, who felt things so explosively but kept such a harsh leash on the noises threatening to escape past her tightly sealed lips. God, she loved watching her fall apart. So much composure. One of her favourite things had been making Taeyeon sing while they did this, listened to her gorgeous voice break into gasps and broken noises.
"Tell me what you want?" BoA teased, working her just a little harder, fingers pressing deeper into her entrance. Taeyeon was so wet, she could feel her drip down her fingers.
"That, oh!" Taeyeon sobbed, shoving her hips down desperately.
"What does that even mean?"
She glared, pressing her knees warningly against BoA's hips, before her face twisted again and she let her forehead drop against her shoulder, gasping brokenly into the black cloth there. Yes, just like that.
Taking pity on her, BoA began working both fingers into her, marveling at how easily they slid in and out. Taeyeon wailed, still making sure to keep her voice low, shifting her hips even harder until she was practically shoving herself into BoA's pelvis.
"Hmm, yeah, c'mon baby..." she murmured into Taeyeon's ear and was met with a quiet grunt as she felt her clench hard around her fingers. BoA worked her through it, refusing to let up the pace even as she keened, clutching desperately at her arm before reaching down to grab her wrist, stilling her movements. Her fingers slipped out.
"Enough," Taeyeon whined, pulled her panties back up.
BoA pouted, then kissed her again, licking and biting at her lips. She twitched, pulled at her bottom lip between her teeth before pulling away completely. Then Taeyeon sighed and sat back on her haunches, sliding her shorts back on.
"Well, that definitely woke me up," BoA said with a grin.
Taeyeon smacked her lightly against her shoulder, then tilted her head so she could press her forehead against BoA's. The two women closed their eyes and listened to each other breathe.
The crowd's cheers seemed to come back to them then and BoA looped her arms around the younger woman's waist as she moved to get up.
Taeyeon glanced at her questioningly. She responded with a raised eyebrow. With a laugh, Taeyeon pressed a cheek against hers.
"I missed you too."