[Oneshot] She
Title: She
Author: rennonyanyan
Pairing: Junsu (TVXQ/JYJ) /Tiffany (SNSD)
Rating: NC-17 (WRITTEN PORN LOL)
Genre: Smut
Length: Oneshot
A/N: For abcdefghiluvyou! Sorry for the long wait bb! Been busy preparing things for three Gods! (no excuse. I know)
S H E
"Junsu-senpai, can you help me?"
You looked up at the source of the voice. A tall, beautiful girl standing next to your desk gracefully. Her smile is a shy one. With a tint of pink upon her cheeks to complete. Eyes looking at you with a hint of fear, yet curious. She bits her lower lip in worry. You realize you're drooling at her pretty face. You could feel your mouth slightly agape at the beauty. But she calls you again. Pulling you out from the ocean of amazement.
"Junsu-senpai?"
"Ah, hai," you stammer a greeting after clearing your throat. "What can I do, Tiffany-san?"
"I don't understand this subject," she opens her book and you shifts a bit. Giving her some space to sit on the same long bench you're sitting. Her perfume fills your senses. Sweet. Not spicy. Fruity. Chance Eau Tendre. Just what your girlfriend use. "Japanese is hard for me, Senpai."
"Ah, this," you try to focus to the words marching upon her notebook and not to her soft skin pressing on to your arm. Her handwritings are neat. Typical of girl with cute twist here and there. Both hangeul and Kana written rather rounded than the usual writings you find. There are slight gray tint scattering everywhere. Marks of erased writing. "Which part?"
"Explaining desires," she says and you groaned lowly in your throat. Desire. Your cock twitch. "The word transformation, Sunbae. Ah, Senpai."
"Hmm, the -tai addings, right?" Tiffany nods rather enthusiastically. You grab a paper and your pen starts to dance. Leaving trails of black ink. "First, you must turn the verb into its basic form. With -u endings. Then change the -u to -i, and add the -tai at the and."
"Oh!" her mouth opens in amazement. Like little girls you used to see back in Kindergarten. Innocent cute feeling at it. "Wakarimashita, senpai! I was wrong all the time!" she ends it with a sigh.
"That called learning, hm?" you smile. She smiles back before writing few notes on her book. You can't help but feel a triumph sparks in your heart. "There's a textbook which Elementary students used to use in learning. You might wanna borrow it."
"Ah, hai, Senpai. Onegai," you gasp. Perfect. She would sound so perfect purring your name in bed. Begging. Motto. Motto. Onegai. Onegai. You wonder will her moan be just as soft or a little too hoarse.
"Sure. The book is in the back of the library."
The back of the library. Closed. Covered. Dark. Privacy. Just perfect. The devil has speak and you happily oblige. She follows you to the said place without any suspicion. It seems to surreal. It's too easy. Is it a set up for a porn movie?
"Which one, Senpai?"
She's standing in front of one bookshelf. You come behind her. Her hand leans up to the book you pointed. Try to pulling it out.
Your hand rest nicely on her hip. The other help her to pull the book. You press your body flush to hers. The curve of her back fits perfectly to your torso.
The only thing between you two is these distracting fabrics covering both bodies of yours. You could just pull her skirt down and plough her from behind. But due to your romantic side calling, that's absolutely not an option.
"Umh, Senpai," she speaks, surprised. She realizes your hands are on her hips. Both of them. Your breath ghosting on her neck. Inhaling the scent of her shampoo into your lungs. She doesn't do any attempt to move away. In fact, she seems enjoying your ministrations.
"Senpai, what are you doing?"
You let out a groan. Burying your head deeper in her neck, "You smell good..."
"Ungh, thanks," a smile tugging on the corner of her lips. You notice there's a faint moan in her voice. You notice further, a bulge forming in your pants. You rub your crotch to her fine, globe rounded ass, and she gasps.
Is it fine to take it to the next step?
Your hands sneak forward. Cupping her breasts in your palms. Her moan sounds more apparent. Melodious. Like a low tune of a flute. Soft, yet arousing. Sends tingling sensation to your groin. Your fingers working to undo her blouse. She squirms in delight. You rub your crotch again and she moans. A pitch higher.
"S-, Senpai...," she speaks slowly. Stuttering. "People might see us..."
"No one would see," you whisper to her ear. Your cock twitch at the thought of someone coming and see you're fucking your junior. "We have all the time and place."
Her skirt falls to the floor. Showing nude g-string covering her private part. She looks naked from hips to bottom. Begging to be fucked.
You turn her around and attack her plump lips eagerly. She responds to your kiss and let your tongue dive into her cavern. Sweet. Mixed of wine, candy, strawberry. Taste of heaven. Your hands travel south. Cupping her firm ass. With a silent command she hooks her left leg around your hips. The kiss never break. Only getting more and more passionate. Moans leaking from both set of lips as your privates make contact. You grind. She squirms.
You cup her two perky globes and lift her to the next destination: table. Her blouse falling to the floor. Leaving her in only bra and g-string. Her skin is softer than you ever imagine. You can't help but to touch, to scan. Your desire command over your brain. You follow your instinct. Taste. Taste. Can't get enough to taste. She bucks as your hands snaking on her back. The bra is undo. She's almost naked under you.
"Senpai, please..."
You break the kiss. Looking down at her with tiny bit of affection and pure lust.
"Explaining desires, Tiffany."
Her eyes twinkling. Her lips ajar. Slick pink meat of her tongue swipes across the lower one.
"Tell me what you want and I'll give it."
She gulps. Your fingers travel from her throat down to a spot between her two valleys. Tap tap tap. Like a yellow pages ad. She gets stiffened under the ministrations of your index and middle. You stop. You dip in her belly. Oh she bucks with a whimper. You lift them up. She gasps.
"Onegai..."
The whisper is too quiet. The plea is less convincing.
"Senpai, Onegai..."
Louder this time. Her purr is as perfect as you imagined in your head. You smirk. She notices the faint spark of lust in your brown orbs. She pulls her leg up. Resting it on top of the table. Thigh touching the other. Covering up her V. What a seductive pose. She wants you to spread them wide and claim the little treasure.
"Senpai, ikimashou?"
With her wink, you drop your defense and smash onto her lips once again. She asks for it, she'll have it.
She eagerly responds your kiss. Parting her lips and your tongue dive. Tangling with hers. Dancing in her cavern. Now you're sure what her taste like. Vanilla and a tint of bubblegum. Strawberry. Divine.
Your hands start to undo the tight wrap of your pants. Her hands slowly unbutton your shirt. Exposing your muscled chest for her to see. You feel her hands there. Rubbing and tweaking your hardened nubs. Sending blood rush down to your groin. Do it.
Do it. Your mind scream over your body. You obey as you finger her clit. She spasms. Back arch off the table. Moaning into your mouth. Oh she's so wet. So wet and your finger slides in. "Motto...," she begs. Your eyebrows taut in a tease. "Motto..," she begs again. Two syllables separated by a sexy moan. Another finger slides in. She whimpers. Moving her hips. Riding you. You smirk seeing her figure sprawl beneath you. Flushed in beet red. Hickeys blossoming here and there. Her V is the most beautiful of all. Smooth, less haired, clean. You bend down to take a taste. Lick. As predicted. Her hand flies to cover her moan. Face contorting in pleasure.
"Senpai, onegai..."
You put both of her legs on your shoulders. Spreading them wide. Her hole is clenching. Silent invitation for your manhood to come in.
"Onegai..."
You push in. Tight. Too tight. You groan. Hurts. You both feel it. Unf. She whimpers as you continue to fill her to the hilt. A kiss for distraction. She loosened.
"Daijoubu?" you sound out a formality. She nods faintly. You prop both elbows on her sides as you begin thrusting. Hell yeah this even better. Sweat forms on your forehead. You speed up. Her moans fueling your desire. Fast. Hard. She begs, "Fukaku... Senpai... Ahh..." and you obey. A yelp. Oh right there. Moans turn into cries. Close. So fucking close.
"Iku?"
Her whimper is a yes. One, two, three, four. She's clenching around you. Impossibly tight. Delicious. You can feel her juices flowing. Unbearable. You can't hold it anymore. There. With a grunt you explode inside her. Leaving your seeds. You slow down. Labored breathing sounds out. Kiss.
"I have a girlfriend," her eyes went wide. But no attempt to brush you off of her. Your intimate parts still connected.
She croaks out, "But?"
"If you want to continue this lesson," she gets what you mean. "Come to my apartment by seven."
She licks her lower lip in anticipation, "Can't we get it on now?"
Author: rennonyanyan
Pairing: Junsu (TVXQ/JYJ) /Tiffany (SNSD)
Rating: NC-17 (WRITTEN PORN LOL)
Genre: Smut
Length: Oneshot
A/N: For abcdefghiluvyou! Sorry for the long wait bb! Been busy preparing things for three Gods! (no excuse. I know)
S H E
"Junsu-senpai, can you help me?"
You looked up at the source of the voice. A tall, beautiful girl standing next to your desk gracefully. Her smile is a shy one. With a tint of pink upon her cheeks to complete. Eyes looking at you with a hint of fear, yet curious. She bits her lower lip in worry. You realize you're drooling at her pretty face. You could feel your mouth slightly agape at the beauty. But she calls you again. Pulling you out from the ocean of amazement.
"Junsu-senpai?"
"Ah, hai," you stammer a greeting after clearing your throat. "What can I do, Tiffany-san?"
"I don't understand this subject," she opens her book and you shifts a bit. Giving her some space to sit on the same long bench you're sitting. Her perfume fills your senses. Sweet. Not spicy. Fruity. Chance Eau Tendre. Just what your girlfriend use. "Japanese is hard for me, Senpai."
"Ah, this," you try to focus to the words marching upon her notebook and not to her soft skin pressing on to your arm. Her handwritings are neat. Typical of girl with cute twist here and there. Both hangeul and Kana written rather rounded than the usual writings you find. There are slight gray tint scattering everywhere. Marks of erased writing. "Which part?"
"Explaining desires," she says and you groaned lowly in your throat. Desire. Your cock twitch. "The word transformation, Sunbae. Ah, Senpai."
"Hmm, the -tai addings, right?" Tiffany nods rather enthusiastically. You grab a paper and your pen starts to dance. Leaving trails of black ink. "First, you must turn the verb into its basic form. With -u endings. Then change the -u to -i, and add the -tai at the and."
"Oh!" her mouth opens in amazement. Like little girls you used to see back in Kindergarten. Innocent cute feeling at it. "Wakarimashita, senpai! I was wrong all the time!" she ends it with a sigh.
"That called learning, hm?" you smile. She smiles back before writing few notes on her book. You can't help but feel a triumph sparks in your heart. "There's a textbook which Elementary students used to use in learning. You might wanna borrow it."
"Ah, hai, Senpai. Onegai," you gasp. Perfect. She would sound so perfect purring your name in bed. Begging. Motto. Motto. Onegai. Onegai. You wonder will her moan be just as soft or a little too hoarse.
"Sure. The book is in the back of the library."
The back of the library. Closed. Covered. Dark. Privacy. Just perfect. The devil has speak and you happily oblige. She follows you to the said place without any suspicion. It seems to surreal. It's too easy. Is it a set up for a porn movie?
"Which one, Senpai?"
She's standing in front of one bookshelf. You come behind her. Her hand leans up to the book you pointed. Try to pulling it out.
Your hand rest nicely on her hip. The other help her to pull the book. You press your body flush to hers. The curve of her back fits perfectly to your torso.
The only thing between you two is these distracting fabrics covering both bodies of yours. You could just pull her skirt down and plough her from behind. But due to your romantic side calling, that's absolutely not an option.
"Umh, Senpai," she speaks, surprised. She realizes your hands are on her hips. Both of them. Your breath ghosting on her neck. Inhaling the scent of her shampoo into your lungs. She doesn't do any attempt to move away. In fact, she seems enjoying your ministrations.
"Senpai, what are you doing?"
You let out a groan. Burying your head deeper in her neck, "You smell good..."
"Ungh, thanks," a smile tugging on the corner of her lips. You notice there's a faint moan in her voice. You notice further, a bulge forming in your pants. You rub your crotch to her fine, globe rounded ass, and she gasps.
Is it fine to take it to the next step?
Your hands sneak forward. Cupping her breasts in your palms. Her moan sounds more apparent. Melodious. Like a low tune of a flute. Soft, yet arousing. Sends tingling sensation to your groin. Your fingers working to undo her blouse. She squirms in delight. You rub your crotch again and she moans. A pitch higher.
"S-, Senpai...," she speaks slowly. Stuttering. "People might see us..."
"No one would see," you whisper to her ear. Your cock twitch at the thought of someone coming and see you're fucking your junior. "We have all the time and place."
Her skirt falls to the floor. Showing nude g-string covering her private part. She looks naked from hips to bottom. Begging to be fucked.
You turn her around and attack her plump lips eagerly. She responds to your kiss and let your tongue dive into her cavern. Sweet. Mixed of wine, candy, strawberry. Taste of heaven. Your hands travel south. Cupping her firm ass. With a silent command she hooks her left leg around your hips. The kiss never break. Only getting more and more passionate. Moans leaking from both set of lips as your privates make contact. You grind. She squirms.
You cup her two perky globes and lift her to the next destination: table. Her blouse falling to the floor. Leaving her in only bra and g-string. Her skin is softer than you ever imagine. You can't help but to touch, to scan. Your desire command over your brain. You follow your instinct. Taste. Taste. Can't get enough to taste. She bucks as your hands snaking on her back. The bra is undo. She's almost naked under you.
"Senpai, please..."
You break the kiss. Looking down at her with tiny bit of affection and pure lust.
"Explaining desires, Tiffany."
Her eyes twinkling. Her lips ajar. Slick pink meat of her tongue swipes across the lower one.
"Tell me what you want and I'll give it."
She gulps. Your fingers travel from her throat down to a spot between her two valleys. Tap tap tap. Like a yellow pages ad. She gets stiffened under the ministrations of your index and middle. You stop. You dip in her belly. Oh she bucks with a whimper. You lift them up. She gasps.
"Onegai..."
The whisper is too quiet. The plea is less convincing.
"Senpai, Onegai..."
Louder this time. Her purr is as perfect as you imagined in your head. You smirk. She notices the faint spark of lust in your brown orbs. She pulls her leg up. Resting it on top of the table. Thigh touching the other. Covering up her V. What a seductive pose. She wants you to spread them wide and claim the little treasure.
"Senpai, ikimashou?"
With her wink, you drop your defense and smash onto her lips once again. She asks for it, she'll have it.
She eagerly responds your kiss. Parting her lips and your tongue dive. Tangling with hers. Dancing in her cavern. Now you're sure what her taste like. Vanilla and a tint of bubblegum. Strawberry. Divine.
Your hands start to undo the tight wrap of your pants. Her hands slowly unbutton your shirt. Exposing your muscled chest for her to see. You feel her hands there. Rubbing and tweaking your hardened nubs. Sending blood rush down to your groin. Do it.
Do it. Your mind scream over your body. You obey as you finger her clit. She spasms. Back arch off the table. Moaning into your mouth. Oh she's so wet. So wet and your finger slides in. "Motto...," she begs. Your eyebrows taut in a tease. "Motto..," she begs again. Two syllables separated by a sexy moan. Another finger slides in. She whimpers. Moving her hips. Riding you. You smirk seeing her figure sprawl beneath you. Flushed in beet red. Hickeys blossoming here and there. Her V is the most beautiful of all. Smooth, less haired, clean. You bend down to take a taste. Lick. As predicted. Her hand flies to cover her moan. Face contorting in pleasure.
"Senpai, onegai..."
You put both of her legs on your shoulders. Spreading them wide. Her hole is clenching. Silent invitation for your manhood to come in.
"Onegai..."
You push in. Tight. Too tight. You groan. Hurts. You both feel it. Unf. She whimpers as you continue to fill her to the hilt. A kiss for distraction. She loosened.
"Daijoubu?" you sound out a formality. She nods faintly. You prop both elbows on her sides as you begin thrusting. Hell yeah this even better. Sweat forms on your forehead. You speed up. Her moans fueling your desire. Fast. Hard. She begs, "Fukaku... Senpai... Ahh..." and you obey. A yelp. Oh right there. Moans turn into cries. Close. So fucking close.
"Iku?"
Her whimper is a yes. One, two, three, four. She's clenching around you. Impossibly tight. Delicious. You can feel her juices flowing. Unbearable. You can't hold it anymore. There. With a grunt you explode inside her. Leaving your seeds. You slow down. Labored breathing sounds out. Kiss.
"I have a girlfriend," her eyes went wide. But no attempt to brush you off of her. Your intimate parts still connected.
She croaks out, "But?"
"If you want to continue this lesson," she gets what you mean. "Come to my apartment by seven."
She licks her lower lip in anticipation, "Can't we get it on now?"