Hot Air
Hot Air
Yoona (SNSD) x Sunny (SNSD)
PG-13, 677w
Sunny has a secret she wants Yoona to hear.
A/N: For unnideul Post 7
숨 소리가 들려 yeah
몸이 녹아 내려 yeah
견딜 수가 없어 yeah
참을 수가 없어 yeah
I can hear your breath yeah
My body melts down yeah
I can’t resist it yeah
I can’t endure it yeah
Miss A, “Hush (Party Version)”
“Do you want to hear a secret?”
Sunny’s voice is light and airy in that familiar teasing way, like ghostly fingers dancing up Yoona’s spine.
But Yoona doesn’t hear the words, not at first. All she can think about is the closeness of Sunny’s body and the way her breath teases the skin of her ears. Just how much distance is between the curve of her ear and Sunny’s luscious lips? Just how much distance is there from those small white pearls of teeth that tempt euphoria and pleasure with each potential bite? Sunny’s chest is pressed against her arm, deliciously soft and warm, so so very warm, spreading that slow boiling heat through skin and bone and muscle all the way into her flowing red blood and down into the pit of her stomach. Fingers dance on her right thigh, stroking the thin cotton of her shorts. There are no choreographed steps behind this tango, no conductor for this symphony in the making.
It takes everything for Yoona not to close her eyes, clench her fists and wind herself tighter and tighter in some sad attempt to gather her sanity back into her skull.
“What was that Unnie?”
Steady and calm, steady and calm, Yoona has to remind herself. But her teeth clack together awkwardly and her throat feels clogged up with too many years of unspoken confessions and dirty filthy fantasies.
Sunny’s leans closer, her lips pressing the barest of kisses to Yoona’s ear. The brief contact causes shivering, small and abrupt, trailing up and down, up and down, again and again. She hopes the rosiness of her cheeks doesn’t damn her completely. Yoona’s never worn her heart on her sleeve completely so it’s pathetic how easily she breaks.
“A secret. I have one. Would you like to hear it?”
Yoona doesn’t doubt that Sunny has her secrets. The entertainment industry’s foundation is built of such guile and cunning and one can only guess how many skeletons had been entombed in the dirt from which they built themselves up from. Are they not all gravediggers themselves? Stuffing skeletons in closets instead of in graves to be seen and mourned openly?
Sunny’s offer weighs in but Yoona has to say yes, there’s no doubt there. There’s only one word on her tongue, one word being bred in her throat, readied to be sung through air and teeth, pass lips and tongue.
Yoona has long forgotten how to say no to Sunny.
“Yes.”
Sunny kisses her then and her lips spell out the secret: I like you. Her hands are bold and daring and savor Yoona’s flesh through touch and feel and repeat the secret yet again: I like you. The tongue that licks Yoona’s lip, the teeth that nibble gently, the tiny hitches in breathing and the moans and groans and the small sighs of pleasure all spell it out again and again and again: I like you.
Sunny leans away with a smile, clearly enjoying the dazed look in Yoona’s eyes and the way her mouth hangs open, gaping wide.
Sunny pats Yoona's rosy cheeks. “Think about it, okay?”
She prepares to leave but Yoona lunges forward, desperate and stubborn because even in the cloudy white haze of her mind she knows it’s important that Sunny stays. Yoona quickly latches on to Sunny’s arm.
Sunny looks at her in question, but that irritating and loveable smile of hers seems to indicate that Yoona never had any secrets that Sunny couldn't figure out.
Yoona licks her lips, tasting saliva and I love you and Sunny and Sunny.
“Hey Unnie?”
“Yes?”
Yoona leans in and presses her lips to Sunny’s ear. “Do you want to hear a secret?”
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A/N: Also inspired by:
Yoona (SNSD) x Sunny (SNSD)
PG-13, 677w
Sunny has a secret she wants Yoona to hear.
A/N: For unnideul Post 7
숨 소리가 들려 yeah
몸이 녹아 내려 yeah
견딜 수가 없어 yeah
참을 수가 없어 yeah
I can hear your breath yeah
My body melts down yeah
I can’t resist it yeah
I can’t endure it yeah
Miss A, “Hush (Party Version)”
“Do you want to hear a secret?”
Sunny’s voice is light and airy in that familiar teasing way, like ghostly fingers dancing up Yoona’s spine.
But Yoona doesn’t hear the words, not at first. All she can think about is the closeness of Sunny’s body and the way her breath teases the skin of her ears. Just how much distance is between the curve of her ear and Sunny’s luscious lips? Just how much distance is there from those small white pearls of teeth that tempt euphoria and pleasure with each potential bite? Sunny’s chest is pressed against her arm, deliciously soft and warm, so so very warm, spreading that slow boiling heat through skin and bone and muscle all the way into her flowing red blood and down into the pit of her stomach. Fingers dance on her right thigh, stroking the thin cotton of her shorts. There are no choreographed steps behind this tango, no conductor for this symphony in the making.
It takes everything for Yoona not to close her eyes, clench her fists and wind herself tighter and tighter in some sad attempt to gather her sanity back into her skull.
“What was that Unnie?”
Steady and calm, steady and calm, Yoona has to remind herself. But her teeth clack together awkwardly and her throat feels clogged up with too many years of unspoken confessions and dirty filthy fantasies.
Sunny’s leans closer, her lips pressing the barest of kisses to Yoona’s ear. The brief contact causes shivering, small and abrupt, trailing up and down, up and down, again and again. She hopes the rosiness of her cheeks doesn’t damn her completely. Yoona’s never worn her heart on her sleeve completely so it’s pathetic how easily she breaks.
“A secret. I have one. Would you like to hear it?”
Yoona doesn’t doubt that Sunny has her secrets. The entertainment industry’s foundation is built of such guile and cunning and one can only guess how many skeletons had been entombed in the dirt from which they built themselves up from. Are they not all gravediggers themselves? Stuffing skeletons in closets instead of in graves to be seen and mourned openly?
Sunny’s offer weighs in but Yoona has to say yes, there’s no doubt there. There’s only one word on her tongue, one word being bred in her throat, readied to be sung through air and teeth, pass lips and tongue.
Yoona has long forgotten how to say no to Sunny.
“Yes.”
Sunny kisses her then and her lips spell out the secret: I like you. Her hands are bold and daring and savor Yoona’s flesh through touch and feel and repeat the secret yet again: I like you. The tongue that licks Yoona’s lip, the teeth that nibble gently, the tiny hitches in breathing and the moans and groans and the small sighs of pleasure all spell it out again and again and again: I like you.
Sunny leans away with a smile, clearly enjoying the dazed look in Yoona’s eyes and the way her mouth hangs open, gaping wide.
Sunny pats Yoona's rosy cheeks. “Think about it, okay?”
She prepares to leave but Yoona lunges forward, desperate and stubborn because even in the cloudy white haze of her mind she knows it’s important that Sunny stays. Yoona quickly latches on to Sunny’s arm.
Sunny looks at her in question, but that irritating and loveable smile of hers seems to indicate that Yoona never had any secrets that Sunny couldn't figure out.
Yoona licks her lips, tasting saliva and I love you and Sunny and Sunny.
“Hey Unnie?”
“Yes?”
Yoona leans in and presses her lips to Sunny’s ear. “Do you want to hear a secret?”
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