[unbetaed] SooRi
Title: The Tall Ones
Pairing: YurixSooyoung
Genre: PWP, SMUT, AU
Rating: NC-17
A/N: This is all because of glorious_apple lol. Please be easy on me, first time attempting SNSD fic with girlxgirl. Gah I hope I don't fail miserably lmao.
Sooyoung hasn't felt this gawky and awkward since middle school and it takes a lot for her to feel uncomfortable. She's a dancer, she's supposed to be flexible and pliant but she feels more like a human pretzel than attaining zen.
She can't help glaring a bit at the girl next to her, who breathes quietly and holds each position with poise and grace.
"Yurisshi, you're doing so well! Wouldn't expect anything less from my star pupil," the yoga teacher exclaims and Sooyoung purses her lips. "Everyone! Please pay attention to Yuri's form. Notice how her thighs are angled in the perfect position, how she supports her lower body and keeps her arms loose and relaxed."
Sooyoung grudgingly takes a look, though she finds herself lingering a bit more than she should on the curves, cotton stretched taut over firm muscle. Nice body, she admits, and she looks up to catch Yuri's glance. Yuri smiles bright, practically beaming, while Sooyoung gives a wan smile.
"Sooyoungsshi, you're not doing this right. Yurisshi, can you please help her?"
"Of course, seonsaengnim*."
Sooyoung straightens up into the position and Yuri examines her form critically.
"You're too tense here, and you're not spreading out far enough," Yuri points out. Cool fingers press against Sooyoung's upper thighs and Sooyoung can't help but jump slightly, startled by the rather intimate contact.
She clears her throat.
Yuri doesn't seem to notice.
"No, that's not it. Here, I'll do it and then you can see." Yuri goes easily into the pose and then grabs Sooyoung's hands to press against her thighs and her stomach. "See how hard it is? I'm keeping everything tight and that helps a lot. Now you try!"
Sooyoung is feeling a little unsettled but she manages to keep her cool and tries to remember Yuri's pose.
"Great! That's much better, Sooyoungsshi," Yuri praises, full of smiles again. "I can help you anytime if you like." Yuri winks.
"Thanks." Sooyoung nods, but wonders if she's not imagining things. She shakes her head to clear her thoughts and focuses on their instructor for the rest of the class.
~*~*~*~
Sooyoung seriously thinks that Yuri is toying with her (she doesn't dare hope that it's actual flirting at this point). Each week, Yuri makes up some reason or excuse to be close to her, to touch her. Sooyoung doesn't fail to notice that Yuri keeps wearing tighter and more revealing clothing to each class either, though it always stays very classy.
After a rather intense session and Yuri joking about the benefits of naked yoga, which really gives Sooyoung the entirely wrong distraction during class, she decides she needs to confront Yuri directly.
Wrapping herself up in a towel and shaking off her wet hair, she pads over to the locker rooms where she sees Yuri blowdrying her hair. Quickly glancing around, Sooyoung notes that there isn't anyone else around.
The loud noise from the blowdryer suddenly stops as Yuri places it on the counter. This is her chance, Sooyoung thinks.
"Yurisshi, what exactly are you doing? I know you're trying to be helpful and everything, but seriously. Do you have a crush on me or something?" Sooyoung jokes, hoping it will resolve the rather conflicted state of mind her brain has been as of late. "I know I'm beautiful and all, but is this some sort of game for you? Pick the new girl and play around with her?"
Yuri glares at her slightly, but suddenly smirks, leans over into Sooyoung's personal space.
"Why? Did you want me to pay attention to you more?" Voice husky, Yuri tilts her head and chuckles darkly. "You know what I think? I think you have it backwards. I think you like me."
Yuri comes closer, letting her hands touch her own body, teasing. "I know you watch me, your eyes trail along my body, my curves. Ah, ah," Yuri stops Sooyoung from interrupting, "don't deny it. There are mirrors all around the studio, you know."
Sooyoung is red, livid, and absolutely furious. She clenches her teeth, passion and fury coursing through her body. Never mind the fact that Yuri is absolutely right.
"You're just a slut, aren't you?" Sooyoung angrily retorts. "This how you get it, put yourself out like this? Like some whore? Well, I have standards." Sooyoung is not one to mince words and she's going to be blunt if that's the way she can save her pride.
"Sure. You can keep denying it all you want, SooyoungSSHI. But I know the truth," Yuri scoffs. "By the way, shouldn't you be warm from your shower? Why are you so hard, here?" A sudden brush over her towel against hardened nipples makes Sooyoung suddenly gasp and clutch protectively at her chest. Yuri smirks.
"Well, you can keep believing what you like. But sure. I like you. When I first saw you, I thought you were very pretty. Beautiful tanned skin and legs that go on forever. But I grew to love your smile and your energy." Yuri pauses, looking earnest and sincere. "If being nice to you doesn't work and flirtations make you run away, then you're clearly not enough of a woman to experience something with me. Your loss." Yuri turns around.
Sooyoung is rarely one to be at a loss for words. She's not quite sure what to think (she's always appreciated both sexes, but hell, she's picky and only been in a few relationships and definitely not with a girl). If she's completely honest, then yeah, she thinks Yuri is pretty. No, hot, sexy, beautiful. And dangerous.
Okay, she's curious. But it's mostly that dig about being cowardly that's irking her. She's plenty woman enough. She knows she has her own share of admirers.
"Yurisshi." Sooyoung feels oddly timid despite her conviction.
"Yes?" Yuri sounds incredibly patient.
Sooyoung clears her throat and stands tall, using all of her height to her advantage as she looks straight into Yuri's eyes. "If we're doing this, it's mostly because--"
"Just follow me, baby." Yuri's already approaching her, tilting her head, those lips coming so close and--
"My name is not baby--" but Sooyoung's protests are swallowed as Yuri kisses her, so, so soft and much more gently than Sooyoung had expected.
It's different. The smell of floral shampoo hits her as she slowly starts to taste deeper, plush lips with a hint of cherry. Sooyoung's arms and hands are still clutched in front of her chest and Yuri takes them gently. Her fingers find Yuri's generous hips as Yuri pulls her in closer, arms wrapping around Sooyoung's neck.
Whether through chance or design, the towel slips between them and Sooyoung shivers as her naked body presses against cotton, cool fabric rubbing against her. Her grip tightens on Yuri. Sooyoung lets her tongue tease out, and Yuri easily opens her lips, her tongue reaching out to meet hers. It's hot, wet, and insistent, and Sooyoung moans into the deep kiss.
Yuri releases to pull off her t-shirt, making Sooyoung whine a little at the loss. Yuri simply grins as she quickly shimmies out of her shorts and lacy underwear. She pulls them close together, breasts pressing against each other and outlining Sooyoung's slim frame.
Cool fingers suddenly press against her, down there, and Sooyoung gasps at the touch. They teasingly circle before pressing a bit deeper to toy with her sensitive spot, making the nub hard and aroused.
"You're so wet, Sooyoung," Yuri observes as she lets her other hand go further. "And you feel here? So open, baby." She starts to push in and out, with one, then two, until three fingers thrust in and Sooyoung is openly moaning and panting.
"You like that?" Yuri licks her lips. "Let me show you something better."
Sooyoung suddenly feels cold and snaps open her eyes. She doesn't see Yuri in front of her, but goes down to see her kneeling. And then, those full pouty lips part as a pink tongue peeks out to lick against her.
"Ah!" Sooyoung trembles. No one has tasted her down there, and Yuri's tongue is wet, hot, persistent. Sooyoung wishes she were against a wall, had a handle, a table, anything to support her as her legs feel like they could give at any moment.
But then, Yuri starts to lick and suck at her clit hard while thrusting her fingers into Sooyoung and it's too much, she exclaims loud, moaning and gasping as she feels the orgasm crash over her, wave after wave.
She can't stand up and so she somewhat tumbles on top of the discarded towel, body still in shock with the echoing orgasm ebbing from her body. Sooyoung can only look dumbly at Yuri, wide-eyed as Yuri is tasting the salty liquid, her come, lapping at each one like a cat.
Sooyoung manages to realize that Yuri hasn't come, that she should return the favor, and she tries to move, to make her fingers reach, but she feels utterly spent. Her hand only manages to limply graze Yuri's thigh. But Yuri seems to understand and grins.
"Next time. But for now, you can watch and see what I like," Yuri answers to Sooyoung's silent question.
The sight of Yuri cupping a breast, tugging and pinching hard at her own nipple while stroking herself makes Sooyoung quickly aroused all over again. She wants, wants more, wants something, and surprises Yuri (and herself) by leaning over her and kissing her and rubbing against her.
They push and pull, hearing the sounds of wet slaps and skin, erotic and lewd until the twin gasps and moans and shuddering.
Sooyoung breathes hard as she recovers. She wasn't quite expecting energy in this way, but well. Maybe it will help with her flexibility.
She glances over, the curve and rise of Yuri's hips as sweat beads along her skin, creating a sheen.
... or maybe she'll just go with it. For no reason at all, except that she likes Yuri.
*means "teacher" in Korean
Pairing: YurixSooyoung
Genre: PWP, SMUT, AU
Rating: NC-17
A/N: This is all because of glorious_apple lol. Please be easy on me, first time attempting SNSD fic with girlxgirl. Gah I hope I don't fail miserably lmao.
Sooyoung hasn't felt this gawky and awkward since middle school and it takes a lot for her to feel uncomfortable. She's a dancer, she's supposed to be flexible and pliant but she feels more like a human pretzel than attaining zen.
She can't help glaring a bit at the girl next to her, who breathes quietly and holds each position with poise and grace.
"Yurisshi, you're doing so well! Wouldn't expect anything less from my star pupil," the yoga teacher exclaims and Sooyoung purses her lips. "Everyone! Please pay attention to Yuri's form. Notice how her thighs are angled in the perfect position, how she supports her lower body and keeps her arms loose and relaxed."
Sooyoung grudgingly takes a look, though she finds herself lingering a bit more than she should on the curves, cotton stretched taut over firm muscle. Nice body, she admits, and she looks up to catch Yuri's glance. Yuri smiles bright, practically beaming, while Sooyoung gives a wan smile.
"Sooyoungsshi, you're not doing this right. Yurisshi, can you please help her?"
"Of course, seonsaengnim*."
Sooyoung straightens up into the position and Yuri examines her form critically.
"You're too tense here, and you're not spreading out far enough," Yuri points out. Cool fingers press against Sooyoung's upper thighs and Sooyoung can't help but jump slightly, startled by the rather intimate contact.
She clears her throat.
Yuri doesn't seem to notice.
"No, that's not it. Here, I'll do it and then you can see." Yuri goes easily into the pose and then grabs Sooyoung's hands to press against her thighs and her stomach. "See how hard it is? I'm keeping everything tight and that helps a lot. Now you try!"
Sooyoung is feeling a little unsettled but she manages to keep her cool and tries to remember Yuri's pose.
"Great! That's much better, Sooyoungsshi," Yuri praises, full of smiles again. "I can help you anytime if you like." Yuri winks.
"Thanks." Sooyoung nods, but wonders if she's not imagining things. She shakes her head to clear her thoughts and focuses on their instructor for the rest of the class.
~*~*~*~
Sooyoung seriously thinks that Yuri is toying with her (she doesn't dare hope that it's actual flirting at this point). Each week, Yuri makes up some reason or excuse to be close to her, to touch her. Sooyoung doesn't fail to notice that Yuri keeps wearing tighter and more revealing clothing to each class either, though it always stays very classy.
After a rather intense session and Yuri joking about the benefits of naked yoga, which really gives Sooyoung the entirely wrong distraction during class, she decides she needs to confront Yuri directly.
Wrapping herself up in a towel and shaking off her wet hair, she pads over to the locker rooms where she sees Yuri blowdrying her hair. Quickly glancing around, Sooyoung notes that there isn't anyone else around.
The loud noise from the blowdryer suddenly stops as Yuri places it on the counter. This is her chance, Sooyoung thinks.
"Yurisshi, what exactly are you doing? I know you're trying to be helpful and everything, but seriously. Do you have a crush on me or something?" Sooyoung jokes, hoping it will resolve the rather conflicted state of mind her brain has been as of late. "I know I'm beautiful and all, but is this some sort of game for you? Pick the new girl and play around with her?"
Yuri glares at her slightly, but suddenly smirks, leans over into Sooyoung's personal space.
"Why? Did you want me to pay attention to you more?" Voice husky, Yuri tilts her head and chuckles darkly. "You know what I think? I think you have it backwards. I think you like me."
Yuri comes closer, letting her hands touch her own body, teasing. "I know you watch me, your eyes trail along my body, my curves. Ah, ah," Yuri stops Sooyoung from interrupting, "don't deny it. There are mirrors all around the studio, you know."
Sooyoung is red, livid, and absolutely furious. She clenches her teeth, passion and fury coursing through her body. Never mind the fact that Yuri is absolutely right.
"You're just a slut, aren't you?" Sooyoung angrily retorts. "This how you get it, put yourself out like this? Like some whore? Well, I have standards." Sooyoung is not one to mince words and she's going to be blunt if that's the way she can save her pride.
"Sure. You can keep denying it all you want, SooyoungSSHI. But I know the truth," Yuri scoffs. "By the way, shouldn't you be warm from your shower? Why are you so hard, here?" A sudden brush over her towel against hardened nipples makes Sooyoung suddenly gasp and clutch protectively at her chest. Yuri smirks.
"Well, you can keep believing what you like. But sure. I like you. When I first saw you, I thought you were very pretty. Beautiful tanned skin and legs that go on forever. But I grew to love your smile and your energy." Yuri pauses, looking earnest and sincere. "If being nice to you doesn't work and flirtations make you run away, then you're clearly not enough of a woman to experience something with me. Your loss." Yuri turns around.
Sooyoung is rarely one to be at a loss for words. She's not quite sure what to think (she's always appreciated both sexes, but hell, she's picky and only been in a few relationships and definitely not with a girl). If she's completely honest, then yeah, she thinks Yuri is pretty. No, hot, sexy, beautiful. And dangerous.
Okay, she's curious. But it's mostly that dig about being cowardly that's irking her. She's plenty woman enough. She knows she has her own share of admirers.
"Yurisshi." Sooyoung feels oddly timid despite her conviction.
"Yes?" Yuri sounds incredibly patient.
Sooyoung clears her throat and stands tall, using all of her height to her advantage as she looks straight into Yuri's eyes. "If we're doing this, it's mostly because--"
"Just follow me, baby." Yuri's already approaching her, tilting her head, those lips coming so close and--
"My name is not baby--" but Sooyoung's protests are swallowed as Yuri kisses her, so, so soft and much more gently than Sooyoung had expected.
It's different. The smell of floral shampoo hits her as she slowly starts to taste deeper, plush lips with a hint of cherry. Sooyoung's arms and hands are still clutched in front of her chest and Yuri takes them gently. Her fingers find Yuri's generous hips as Yuri pulls her in closer, arms wrapping around Sooyoung's neck.
Whether through chance or design, the towel slips between them and Sooyoung shivers as her naked body presses against cotton, cool fabric rubbing against her. Her grip tightens on Yuri. Sooyoung lets her tongue tease out, and Yuri easily opens her lips, her tongue reaching out to meet hers. It's hot, wet, and insistent, and Sooyoung moans into the deep kiss.
Yuri releases to pull off her t-shirt, making Sooyoung whine a little at the loss. Yuri simply grins as she quickly shimmies out of her shorts and lacy underwear. She pulls them close together, breasts pressing against each other and outlining Sooyoung's slim frame.
Cool fingers suddenly press against her, down there, and Sooyoung gasps at the touch. They teasingly circle before pressing a bit deeper to toy with her sensitive spot, making the nub hard and aroused.
"You're so wet, Sooyoung," Yuri observes as she lets her other hand go further. "And you feel here? So open, baby." She starts to push in and out, with one, then two, until three fingers thrust in and Sooyoung is openly moaning and panting.
"You like that?" Yuri licks her lips. "Let me show you something better."
Sooyoung suddenly feels cold and snaps open her eyes. She doesn't see Yuri in front of her, but goes down to see her kneeling. And then, those full pouty lips part as a pink tongue peeks out to lick against her.
"Ah!" Sooyoung trembles. No one has tasted her down there, and Yuri's tongue is wet, hot, persistent. Sooyoung wishes she were against a wall, had a handle, a table, anything to support her as her legs feel like they could give at any moment.
But then, Yuri starts to lick and suck at her clit hard while thrusting her fingers into Sooyoung and it's too much, she exclaims loud, moaning and gasping as she feels the orgasm crash over her, wave after wave.
She can't stand up and so she somewhat tumbles on top of the discarded towel, body still in shock with the echoing orgasm ebbing from her body. Sooyoung can only look dumbly at Yuri, wide-eyed as Yuri is tasting the salty liquid, her come, lapping at each one like a cat.
Sooyoung manages to realize that Yuri hasn't come, that she should return the favor, and she tries to move, to make her fingers reach, but she feels utterly spent. Her hand only manages to limply graze Yuri's thigh. But Yuri seems to understand and grins.
"Next time. But for now, you can watch and see what I like," Yuri answers to Sooyoung's silent question.
The sight of Yuri cupping a breast, tugging and pinching hard at her own nipple while stroking herself makes Sooyoung quickly aroused all over again. She wants, wants more, wants something, and surprises Yuri (and herself) by leaning over her and kissing her and rubbing against her.
They push and pull, hearing the sounds of wet slaps and skin, erotic and lewd until the twin gasps and moans and shuddering.
Sooyoung breathes hard as she recovers. She wasn't quite expecting energy in this way, but well. Maybe it will help with her flexibility.
She glances over, the curve and rise of Yuri's hips as sweat beads along her skin, creating a sheen.
... or maybe she'll just go with it. For no reason at all, except that she likes Yuri.
*means "teacher" in Korean