For Shepardlover and all those that ship Yoochun and Yoona
Title: "Oppa, I want to see it."
Length:Oneshot
Pairings: Yoona and Yoochun
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Het smut and angst
Caveat: I do not own Yoochun or Yoona (darn) and there is no evidence to support they are dating. I just loved them in the Anycall Haptic commercials and think they are cute together. Thanks for supporting my delusional mind.
Summary: Yoochun finds out the answer to 'Are you a good girl," when Yoona locks him in a vacant office at the SME Building.
Yoochun didn't know what to make of Yoona's actions. Out of nowhere, his "little sister" and member of SNSD grabbed him by the hand and dragged him down the hallway before anyone knew they were missing. Yoona lead Yoochun into a vacant office, locked the door and put a chair up against the door knob. Yoochun was shocked and breathless.
"Yoona, what is going on?"
Yoona smiled sweetly at her senior, but there was a twinkle in her eye that made Yoochun nervous.
"Oppa," she whispered. "Oppa, I want to see it."
Yoochun's eyes nearly bugged out of his head.
"See what?"
"Can I see it Oppa? Can I touch it?"
Yoochun was freaked out. He had a strange feeling that something bad was going to happen.
"The tattoo Oppa. Show me the tattoo!"
Yoochun breathed a sigh of relief.
"Oh that. Ok, sure."
Yoochun proceeded to unbutton his shirt, but he didn't get very far. An unusually aggressive Yoona , pushed him down on to a chair and reached for his shirt instead.
"What the..."
Yoona wasted no time in pulling the shirt out of Yoochun's pants. Her nimble fingers hastily undid the buttons all the way down to the last one. Despite his protests, Yoona pulled the shirt off of Yoochun's body and tossed it onto the floor. The baritone, usually known for being a ladies man, blushed in her presence. He tried to cover himself up, but Yoona would not let him.
"What has gotten into you?" he scolded her.
"Oppa, relax. I'm not going to hurt you!"
Yoona bit her lip as her small delicate hands reached out to touch his skin. Yoochun flinched as her fingers traced a fine line across the tattoo.
"Always Keep the Faith," Yoona whispered in English.
Yoochun smiled.
"That's very good, Yoona."
Yoona's eyes never left Yoochun's face.
"I know other English words too, Oppa."
The baritone nodded his head.
"I'm sure you do, but I think we should go back now."
Yoochun was about to stand up when his "little sister" sat down in his lap, her fingers still dancing lightly upon his skin.
"Yoona, What are you doing?"
"English, Oppa. I want you to to hear my English."
Yoochun swallowed hard as Yoona's fingers weaved their way through his dark, silken hair.
She leaned in close to him and breathed in deep, inhaling the scent of his shampoo.
"Hair," she whispered in his ear, making him shiver.
She touched his cheek lightly, his skin flushed with excitement.
"Face," she breathed out, his own breaths coming short and hard.
Yoona's thumb caressed his full mouth, his lower lip trembling beneath her soft skin.
"Yoona," the baritone exhaled, his breath on her skin making her own body tremble.
"One last word Oppa," she moaned. "One last word..."
Yoochun swallowed hard, his eyes never leaving Yoona's beautiful mouth. His body trembled in anticipation as the English word formed on her lips.....
"Kiss."
Yoochun felt his heart stop, as Yoona pressed her mouth up against his.
It was barely a kiss, no more than a peck, and it was over in an instant. Yoochun was paralyzed. Here he was, locked in a room, being straddled in a chair by a fellow SME entertainer. He blinked, hoping that he was sleeping and that this was some sort of terrible dream. But as Yoona pressed her mouth to his once more, he knew that it was real and he was in big trouble.
The kiss intensified and Yoochun found himself opening up his mouth, allowing Yoona to slide her tongue between his teeth. A small moan escaped her lips, making his whole body quiver.
"Oh God," he thought to himself. "This is wrong. This is so very wrong."
Yoona held onto Yoochun's body tightly, the silken fabric of her dress cool against his bare skin. She sucked upon his mouth relentlessly, and despite his better judgment, he he encouraged her affection by returning the kiss, his own tongue plunging deep inside her mouth. Yoona's hips began to grind into his pelvis and he freaked out. Using force, he pulled the small girl off of him.
They were both gasping for breath.
"That's enough," he chastised her. "You're a good girl, aren't you? Huh? Answer me, Yoona. Are you a good girl?"
Yoona shook her head.
"Not anymore Oppa. Not anymore."
Without warning, Yoona pulled the ties to Yoochun's sweats, loosening them enough for her hands to reach inside and grab hold of the length of him.
Yoochun gasped and tried to cry out, but her lips found his mouth again, silencing his protest. Her slender fingers began to stroke him, his legs shaking and his hands balling up in tight fists.
He broke off the kiss and growled at her.
"That's enough, damn it. Stop this instant."
Yoona licked her lips. Her hands grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled the fabric up to to her waist. Yoochun gasped as he realized that his "little sister" wasn't wearing any panties.
"Oh my God Yoona, Why?"
"Don't ask why, Yoochun, she groaned into his throat. "Just do it."
Yoona's delicate little hand reached out and grabbed his hardened length. Without a word, she positioned herself on top of him, the head of his cock angry and throbbing beneath her, ready to penetrate her moist flesh. Gritting her teeth, she impaled herself upon him, making them both cry out. The initial pain was replaced with pleasure as a reluctant Yoochun began to move inside Yoona's tight little body, her insides trembling with every push. He held on to her hips, gliding as slowly and gently as he could. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he realized what a terrible thing he was doing.
"Yoona," he cried to himself. "What have I done? What have I done?"
Yoona wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his neck. Her high pitched moans of pleasure were sending the baritone over the edge.
He stood up from the chair and holding onto her tightly, he laid her flat on top of the wooden desk. Yoona grasped the sides of the furniture as Yoochun began to pound her hard.
"I'm sorry," he grunted. "Forgive me."
Yoona didn't seem to care. Her back arched off the wooden desk as Yoochun's onslaught continued, his rigid length spearing her insides, penetrating deep within the recesses of her moist flesh.
As her verbal responses grew louder, he could feel her insides tightening around his shaft. She was coming, and coming hard. Yoona moaned incoherently; her head turning violently back and forth. It was time. Yoochun pulled out of her and staggered to the chair, pumping his cock like mad until his release came. He wanted to scream, but he managed to keep it from coming out. He could barely breathe, his heart thumping violently against his ribs. After calming his breathing and his pulse slowed down, his thoughts turned to Yoona, her small little body shaking upon the desk.
"Oh my God Yoona."
He cradled her in his arms, his tears flowing freely down his cheeks, sobbing into the girls neck.
"Why Yoona. Why. Look what we've done. Look what we've done."
"Oh Chunnie, don't cry. It's ok."
The baritone shook his head.
"No. I'm so sorry. I should have stopped."
She smiled at him and gently brushed the tears away from his delicate lashes.
"Oh, Chunnie. Don't be sad. It's what I wanted. It was so beautiful. Just like I imagined it would be. I knew you were the one. I just knew it."
Yoochun couldn't stop crying.
"You see Yoochun. You may have a reputation as a bad boy, but I know the truth. You are sweet, gentle, loving and kind. I'm glad we did this. I knew you were the right one for me."
She kissed his lips sweetly once more. Yoona reassured him that she was ok and he let her go. Yoona stood up and straightened out her dress. She ran her fingers through her hair and took a deep breath.
"How do I look?" she said to him while turning around slowly.
"You're fine," he mumbled under his breath, still feeling the shame of taking her virginity.
"What, Oppa.?
He smiled nervously.
"You look great Yoona."
She smiled, removed the chair from the door and undid the lock.
"Do you think anyone heard us ?" she said as Yoochun finished dressing himself.
He cringed at the thought.
"I hope not. That would be really bad."
She nodded her head in concurrence.
Yoona," he spoke nervously. "Are you sure you are ok?
She giggled.
"I'm a little sore, but ok."
"I'm sorry."
Yoona walked up to him and helped him button his shirt.
"It won't hurt as much the next time, will it Yoochun?"
Yoochun stopped and stared at her.
"Will there be a next time, Yoona?"
"Always Keep the Faith, Oppa. Alway's keep the Faith."
Yoona opened the door and looked both ways.
"It's clear. I'll see you later."
She gave him a wink and blew him a kiss.
Park Yoochun watched as Yoona walked down the hall. His eyes never left her until she disappeared from sight. Instead of leaving the office, he closed the door to take a moment to think. His emotions got the better of him and he slid to the floor, once more bawling his eyes out like a baby. Moments turned to minutes when he decided he had cried enough. He regained his composure, slipped out of the office and ran to the nearest men's room. He splashed water on his face, hoping to hide his swollen eyes. He looked at himself in the mirror and felt disgusted.
"You really are an asshole, Park Yoochun."
Satisfied that he looked somewhat presentable, he took a deep breath and left the bathroom. As he did, the sound of Yoona's sweet voice echoed in his brain.
"Always Keep the Faith, Oppa. Always Keep the Faith."
It was strange how that simple phrase tattooed over his heart had become so profound....