Lessons in the rain
Title: Lessons in the rain
Author: onthethruway01
Genre: het
Pairing: Yoochun x female oc
Length: oneshot; drabble?
Rating: R?
A/N: dedicated to all those who fantasize about Yoochun as a college professor.
Your body trembles as you hand in your final; he smiles at you and nods making your heart skip a beat. As you exit the lecture hall, you start to regret writing the note which you tucked in between the pages of your exam…
Dark ominous clouds summon the rain which falls hard that evening. As you stand shivering in the cold at the deserted bus stop you wonder if he is coming, when a figure in black, face hidden beneath an umbrella, approaches you. You catch your breath as a deep voice calls out to you in the black.
“I got your note,” he says; body moving in closer to you; the umbrella now sheltering you both from the storm.
“I wasn’t sure you would come,” you stammer, hugging your body to keep yourself warm.
You look at him and stare; almond eyes penetrating your very soul.
“I could lose my job,” he said quietly, his gaze never leaving yours.
“Why? I’m not a child,” you answer bravely.
He chuckles and licks his lips.
“You are my student, that’s why.”
You move closer to him and he instinctively steps backward.
“You’re a student too,” you remind him, your index finger daring to poke him in the ribs.
“I’m a senior and you’re in Graduate school. We’re very close in age. You’re in no danger of losing your job.”
Lightening crackled in the sky and he jumped; your fist grabbing his rain coat; the fabric bunching up in your hands.
“But I am in danger,” he whispers in your ear; “I’m in danger of losing my heart.”
Swollen lips crush against your mouth and you moan; all the waiting and desperate longing finally coming to an end with one fiery kiss. Slender fingers release the umbrella; it drops to the ground in a puddle before your feet. He gasps as you fondle his hardness through the fabric of his pants.
Another crack of lightening fills the sky, and just as the flash had come and gone, so were your fears and doubts. There is no turning back.
You undo his zipper and grasp his cock; stroking it he groans; desperate to be inside you. Hot breath trails out into the night; you feverishly caress each other; clothes soaked from the rain; skin drenched and slippery. This is no place to make love, but you don’t care.
Strong arms pin you against the concrete wall; fingers hiking up your skirt only to discover you aren’t wearing any underwear.
“Dirty girl,” he moans into your throat with his raspy voice.
As he holds you up, you wrap your legs around him and welcome him inside you.
The rain continues to fall; the steady rhythm echoing in time with the pounding of your heart. Your skin prickles with heat despite the biting cold; your body warmed as his thrusts deepen and intensify.
Thunder rolls above you and you dare to look at the beautiful creature making love to you. His eyes are closed; head arched back; magnificent swan-like neck illuminated for an instant as another flash of lightening bursts overhead.
Your tiny frame quivers within his grasp; your insides constricting around his girth; juices coating his length as your release comes.
The pounding rain drowns out his cries as he comes inside you; hips bucking forward until he is finished.
Breathless; he buries his head in the crook of your neck until his breathing and his pulse slows down.
It is then that you realize that the rain has stopped; storm clouds dissipate and reveal a night sky pocked with stars.
The separation is awkward; you look around to see if anyone else was there. You straighten yourself up and he does the same. Bending over to pick up his umbrella, you call out his name.
“Yoochun?”
He looks back at you with his dark eyes and nods his head. You smile at him and he grins back. This was not just a fleeting moment; a brief encounter between strangers.
As he walks off into the night a feeling of contentment overwhelms you. The semester may be over, but the year and your love has just begun.
Author: onthethruway01
Genre: het
Pairing: Yoochun x female oc
Length: oneshot; drabble?
Rating: R?
A/N: dedicated to all those who fantasize about Yoochun as a college professor.
Your body trembles as you hand in your final; he smiles at you and nods making your heart skip a beat. As you exit the lecture hall, you start to regret writing the note which you tucked in between the pages of your exam…
Dark ominous clouds summon the rain which falls hard that evening. As you stand shivering in the cold at the deserted bus stop you wonder if he is coming, when a figure in black, face hidden beneath an umbrella, approaches you. You catch your breath as a deep voice calls out to you in the black.
“I got your note,” he says; body moving in closer to you; the umbrella now sheltering you both from the storm.
“I wasn’t sure you would come,” you stammer, hugging your body to keep yourself warm.
You look at him and stare; almond eyes penetrating your very soul.
“I could lose my job,” he said quietly, his gaze never leaving yours.
“Why? I’m not a child,” you answer bravely.
He chuckles and licks his lips.
“You are my student, that’s why.”
You move closer to him and he instinctively steps backward.
“You’re a student too,” you remind him, your index finger daring to poke him in the ribs.
“I’m a senior and you’re in Graduate school. We’re very close in age. You’re in no danger of losing your job.”
Lightening crackled in the sky and he jumped; your fist grabbing his rain coat; the fabric bunching up in your hands.
“But I am in danger,” he whispers in your ear; “I’m in danger of losing my heart.”
Swollen lips crush against your mouth and you moan; all the waiting and desperate longing finally coming to an end with one fiery kiss. Slender fingers release the umbrella; it drops to the ground in a puddle before your feet. He gasps as you fondle his hardness through the fabric of his pants.
Another crack of lightening fills the sky, and just as the flash had come and gone, so were your fears and doubts. There is no turning back.
You undo his zipper and grasp his cock; stroking it he groans; desperate to be inside you. Hot breath trails out into the night; you feverishly caress each other; clothes soaked from the rain; skin drenched and slippery. This is no place to make love, but you don’t care.
Strong arms pin you against the concrete wall; fingers hiking up your skirt only to discover you aren’t wearing any underwear.
“Dirty girl,” he moans into your throat with his raspy voice.
As he holds you up, you wrap your legs around him and welcome him inside you.
The rain continues to fall; the steady rhythm echoing in time with the pounding of your heart. Your skin prickles with heat despite the biting cold; your body warmed as his thrusts deepen and intensify.
Thunder rolls above you and you dare to look at the beautiful creature making love to you. His eyes are closed; head arched back; magnificent swan-like neck illuminated for an instant as another flash of lightening bursts overhead.
Your tiny frame quivers within his grasp; your insides constricting around his girth; juices coating his length as your release comes.
The pounding rain drowns out his cries as he comes inside you; hips bucking forward until he is finished.
Breathless; he buries his head in the crook of your neck until his breathing and his pulse slows down.
It is then that you realize that the rain has stopped; storm clouds dissipate and reveal a night sky pocked with stars.
The separation is awkward; you look around to see if anyone else was there. You straighten yourself up and he does the same. Bending over to pick up his umbrella, you call out his name.
“Yoochun?”
He looks back at you with his dark eyes and nods his head. You smile at him and he grins back. This was not just a fleeting moment; a brief encounter between strangers.
As he walks off into the night a feeling of contentment overwhelms you. The semester may be over, but the year and your love has just begun.