wicked; translated.
SHINee, fem!taekey, pg-15. vignette.
a/n: originally in spanish, decided to translate because i like the pairing but i'm not really satisfied with the results. i even modified a few things. sigh :( beware! free tupos and grammatical errors sdlkjasñas ;_;
Wicked
She didn't remember how she ended up like like that, she couldn't comprehend at all what had led her to that situation, but even if she wanted it or not, it was something quite uncommon. Something different, something that never ever wandered around her mind; something that had led her to discover her most undisclosed desires.
She found herself trapped in between a pair of long delicate legs and the wall, enjoying every warm breath that danced and wrapped itself around her neck, enjoying the soft lips abusing her hot skin greedily.
Her black and thick hair was sprawled across her face, sticking to her skin slightly humid cheeks. Her mind was slipping, she was just about to lose her composture, unable to control the sensations that were drowning her. Her legs were shaking; she wasn't scared, but she knew it would be better if she really was, nonetheless she was shaking because of the pleasure that was roaming around her body. her mouth fell open, even if she was trying to supress her wanton moans.
she knew it was wrong, she was conscious of how she was breaking all those rules and morals she had been taught, she could taste in her lips how obscene everything was, despite that, she wanted it, she desired it; she didn't want the older girl to stop devouring her lips mercilessly, intruding her mouth with her tongue.
she felt guilty at first, the weight of those actions stomping on her shoulders day by day, but in the end she had no choice but to accept that yes, even if her sould was condemned to suffer an endless eternity she wouldn't mind; she just wanted her.
she buried her fingers in the older's brown locks, who started tracing paths down her skin, slowly removing a bit of fabric blocking her way to expose more flesh and continue smearing light kisses on her cleavage. gwiboon was claiming every centimeter of her skin, sucking and nibbling every now and then, making the younger girl turn into a mess.
warmth, sweat, friction, pleasure, she couldn't process any other things than those, she didn't even care what could happen if someone walked into them in that room, she was falling deeper into a place she wouldn't be able to get out afterwards; and she knew it.
But her wicked mind, her twisted self would rather enjoy those warm hands on his body than holding back.
what gwiboon meant to her; sin, selfishness, greed, luxury, she was everything taeyeon had been taught was wrong, she personified what taeyeon had avoided her whole life and in spite of that, now that she had met her she couldn't get enough. gwiboon was known because of her extravagant personality, her attitude and the fact that she could get whatever she wanted whenever she asked for it. she was known because no one could stand up to her without being humilliated after it, because everyone was behind her. that was her.
Not anyone could caught her attention, and perhaps that's why he felt so flattered. perhaps that was the reason she didn't want that moment to come to an end, when gwiboon's delicated hands were exploring her body eagerly, trailing around her hips until she found her ass and her grip tightened, and they were so close, their bodies fit so well.
Every single nerve of her body was experiencing different sensations in that moment, every part of her seemed to vanish at gwiboon's touch. she could feel her knees growing weaker whenever gwiboon pushed her hips up a bit and intentionally spreaded taeyeon's legs a bit further, lifting the younger's dress a bit. gwiboon deepened the kiss when a slow moan escaped taeyeon's lips, exploring her mouth freely, and the black haired girl could only comply, moving along gwiboon's fast lips. that's when taeyeon found herself grinding back against gwiboon, trapping the older's slim body with her leg in order to disipate the nearly unexistent distance.
she felt dominated, and the sickest thing of it was that she was enjoying it more than she should. she felt like a little kid again, aware of the things she shouldn't do yet doing what she was told not to. breaking rules, doing whatever she wanted; whatever she needed, without thinkin about the consequences.
they were completely different, gwiboon and her. taeyeon was perfect, she was smart and friendly, reserved and shy, always following rules and stereotypes, never causing trouble, excelent grades, a supporting family. she had everything what she needed but never what she wanted. she was always under rules, she thought it was being in a cage, just watching her life walking in front of her to a better place; dripping off her hands because she couldn't grab it. unlike her, gwiboon had built her own distinguished reputation. her grades weren't the best but not even one of the teacher dared to talk about them with her, it seemed like her parents had forgotten about her, too. they bought an apartment for her own, and they sent money every two weeks, with no questions and whatsoever.
that's when taeyeon realized that even if she was considered perfect, her life never was.
gwiboon was beautiful, naturally beautiful. long legs, pronounced hips and a small waist, tiny shoulders; small breasts with the perfect shape. her face was like a doll's, it seemed it had been wrought during the renaissence era, with her expression lines situated exactly where they were supposed to be; high cheekbones, pronounced brows. Pink bright lips, bow shaped, with a small 'M' under her nose, which was nicely shaped to match her eyes; sharp and dangerous, they were threatening and inviting. she had dyed her hair, though, but it looked so good on her, the light tone with a glimpse of blond under the lights. in comparison, taeyeon was nothing really special. straight black hair, slim, long legs, generously proportioned, she thought. round face, plush lips, big brown eyes. she didn't feel like she stood out of the crowd. considering the situation, she wasn't really sure.
she felt like she didn't know herself anymore. she had lost herself under the soft touches of kim gwiboon, who seemed to be everything taeyeon had never known before. her name, it was the only thing she was sure about, after realizing the things she had done and felt, the desires deeply hidden within her, the things she let happen. the things she wanted.
she just knew she wanted more of the other, more warmth, touches, moans, half breaths. she wanted everything. she wrapped her leg tighter around gwiboon, drawing her closer, even if that wasn't possible, sliding their bodies harder, tensing her muscles around gwiboon's slender body. they both met their own rhythm, slow and steady, their mouths still fighting each other.
a war was being held inside her head, she discovered, a battle of thoughts, of rights and wrongs, she could only hear things breaking, things vanishing inside of her. she was going insane, she thought, as gwiboon's humid tongue ran up her jaw and found her earlobe and started nibbling on it harshly, playing with the sensitive skin between her lips. taeyeon's jaw tightened and she felt her body getting numb, but she was trying to stay standing, fighting back the moans that were pooling in her throat. they kept moving, they kept kissing.
finally, taeyeon found her way to gwiboon's waist and steadied herself, motioning gwiboon to continue with her pleasuring task. the older girl complied inmediately, she was following taeyeon's rhythm as best as she could, meeting her hips, lifting her up a bit. she sneaked a hand under the younger's silk dress, first touching her hips and pressing her fingers into it, then trailing down to remove the fabric until she found what she wanted.
taeyeon felt her own body melting, feeling vulnerable all of a sudden, when the pleasure was to much for her to handle. she still managed, though, even when she felt her knees were giving up and breaking afterwards. every touch was burning, she was coming undone.
her muscles were tensing, her breathing was unstable and loud, moans and whimpers were starting to slip off her tongue and vanish in the hot air around them.
gwiboon despised tight dresses, she decided, but she didn't complain. she was rather satisfied with the whimpering mess in her hands, and when they finished, she grinned widely.
they rearranged their dresses, and after fixing themselves a bit, they had to remove the smeared lipstick on their faces.
taeyeon sighed, trying to gain enough strenght to walk normally and act as if nothing had happened, even if she felt her arms and legs were about to fall down. gwiboon glanced at her over her shoulder, a smirk hanging on his glossy lips when she saw taeyeon's tired but satisfied expression, with a mischevious smirk on her pretty lips. that was her, she vaguely thought, the perfect little girl she had corrupted. the wicked girl she had created.
a/n: originally in spanish, decided to translate because i like the pairing but i'm not really satisfied with the results. i even modified a few things. sigh :( beware! free tupos and grammatical errors sdlkjasñas ;_;
Wicked
She didn't remember how she ended up like like that, she couldn't comprehend at all what had led her to that situation, but even if she wanted it or not, it was something quite uncommon. Something different, something that never ever wandered around her mind; something that had led her to discover her most undisclosed desires.
She found herself trapped in between a pair of long delicate legs and the wall, enjoying every warm breath that danced and wrapped itself around her neck, enjoying the soft lips abusing her hot skin greedily.
Her black and thick hair was sprawled across her face, sticking to her skin slightly humid cheeks. Her mind was slipping, she was just about to lose her composture, unable to control the sensations that were drowning her. Her legs were shaking; she wasn't scared, but she knew it would be better if she really was, nonetheless she was shaking because of the pleasure that was roaming around her body. her mouth fell open, even if she was trying to supress her wanton moans.
she knew it was wrong, she was conscious of how she was breaking all those rules and morals she had been taught, she could taste in her lips how obscene everything was, despite that, she wanted it, she desired it; she didn't want the older girl to stop devouring her lips mercilessly, intruding her mouth with her tongue.
she felt guilty at first, the weight of those actions stomping on her shoulders day by day, but in the end she had no choice but to accept that yes, even if her sould was condemned to suffer an endless eternity she wouldn't mind; she just wanted her.
she buried her fingers in the older's brown locks, who started tracing paths down her skin, slowly removing a bit of fabric blocking her way to expose more flesh and continue smearing light kisses on her cleavage. gwiboon was claiming every centimeter of her skin, sucking and nibbling every now and then, making the younger girl turn into a mess.
warmth, sweat, friction, pleasure, she couldn't process any other things than those, she didn't even care what could happen if someone walked into them in that room, she was falling deeper into a place she wouldn't be able to get out afterwards; and she knew it.
But her wicked mind, her twisted self would rather enjoy those warm hands on his body than holding back.
what gwiboon meant to her; sin, selfishness, greed, luxury, she was everything taeyeon had been taught was wrong, she personified what taeyeon had avoided her whole life and in spite of that, now that she had met her she couldn't get enough. gwiboon was known because of her extravagant personality, her attitude and the fact that she could get whatever she wanted whenever she asked for it. she was known because no one could stand up to her without being humilliated after it, because everyone was behind her. that was her.
Not anyone could caught her attention, and perhaps that's why he felt so flattered. perhaps that was the reason she didn't want that moment to come to an end, when gwiboon's delicated hands were exploring her body eagerly, trailing around her hips until she found her ass and her grip tightened, and they were so close, their bodies fit so well.
Every single nerve of her body was experiencing different sensations in that moment, every part of her seemed to vanish at gwiboon's touch. she could feel her knees growing weaker whenever gwiboon pushed her hips up a bit and intentionally spreaded taeyeon's legs a bit further, lifting the younger's dress a bit. gwiboon deepened the kiss when a slow moan escaped taeyeon's lips, exploring her mouth freely, and the black haired girl could only comply, moving along gwiboon's fast lips. that's when taeyeon found herself grinding back against gwiboon, trapping the older's slim body with her leg in order to disipate the nearly unexistent distance.
she felt dominated, and the sickest thing of it was that she was enjoying it more than she should. she felt like a little kid again, aware of the things she shouldn't do yet doing what she was told not to. breaking rules, doing whatever she wanted; whatever she needed, without thinkin about the consequences.
they were completely different, gwiboon and her. taeyeon was perfect, she was smart and friendly, reserved and shy, always following rules and stereotypes, never causing trouble, excelent grades, a supporting family. she had everything what she needed but never what she wanted. she was always under rules, she thought it was being in a cage, just watching her life walking in front of her to a better place; dripping off her hands because she couldn't grab it. unlike her, gwiboon had built her own distinguished reputation. her grades weren't the best but not even one of the teacher dared to talk about them with her, it seemed like her parents had forgotten about her, too. they bought an apartment for her own, and they sent money every two weeks, with no questions and whatsoever.
that's when taeyeon realized that even if she was considered perfect, her life never was.
gwiboon was beautiful, naturally beautiful. long legs, pronounced hips and a small waist, tiny shoulders; small breasts with the perfect shape. her face was like a doll's, it seemed it had been wrought during the renaissence era, with her expression lines situated exactly where they were supposed to be; high cheekbones, pronounced brows. Pink bright lips, bow shaped, with a small 'M' under her nose, which was nicely shaped to match her eyes; sharp and dangerous, they were threatening and inviting. she had dyed her hair, though, but it looked so good on her, the light tone with a glimpse of blond under the lights. in comparison, taeyeon was nothing really special. straight black hair, slim, long legs, generously proportioned, she thought. round face, plush lips, big brown eyes. she didn't feel like she stood out of the crowd. considering the situation, she wasn't really sure.
she felt like she didn't know herself anymore. she had lost herself under the soft touches of kim gwiboon, who seemed to be everything taeyeon had never known before. her name, it was the only thing she was sure about, after realizing the things she had done and felt, the desires deeply hidden within her, the things she let happen. the things she wanted.
she just knew she wanted more of the other, more warmth, touches, moans, half breaths. she wanted everything. she wrapped her leg tighter around gwiboon, drawing her closer, even if that wasn't possible, sliding their bodies harder, tensing her muscles around gwiboon's slender body. they both met their own rhythm, slow and steady, their mouths still fighting each other.
a war was being held inside her head, she discovered, a battle of thoughts, of rights and wrongs, she could only hear things breaking, things vanishing inside of her. she was going insane, she thought, as gwiboon's humid tongue ran up her jaw and found her earlobe and started nibbling on it harshly, playing with the sensitive skin between her lips. taeyeon's jaw tightened and she felt her body getting numb, but she was trying to stay standing, fighting back the moans that were pooling in her throat. they kept moving, they kept kissing.
finally, taeyeon found her way to gwiboon's waist and steadied herself, motioning gwiboon to continue with her pleasuring task. the older girl complied inmediately, she was following taeyeon's rhythm as best as she could, meeting her hips, lifting her up a bit. she sneaked a hand under the younger's silk dress, first touching her hips and pressing her fingers into it, then trailing down to remove the fabric until she found what she wanted.
taeyeon felt her own body melting, feeling vulnerable all of a sudden, when the pleasure was to much for her to handle. she still managed, though, even when she felt her knees were giving up and breaking afterwards. every touch was burning, she was coming undone.
her muscles were tensing, her breathing was unstable and loud, moans and whimpers were starting to slip off her tongue and vanish in the hot air around them.
gwiboon despised tight dresses, she decided, but she didn't complain. she was rather satisfied with the whimpering mess in her hands, and when they finished, she grinned widely.
they rearranged their dresses, and after fixing themselves a bit, they had to remove the smeared lipstick on their faces.
taeyeon sighed, trying to gain enough strenght to walk normally and act as if nothing had happened, even if she felt her arms and legs were about to fall down. gwiboon glanced at her over her shoulder, a smirk hanging on his glossy lips when she saw taeyeon's tired but satisfied expression, with a mischevious smirk on her pretty lips. that was her, she vaguely thought, the perfect little girl she had corrupted. the wicked girl she had created.