Only Your Kisses
Only Your Kisses
Pairing: Jessica / Yuri
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~3000
A/N: Not real. Edited for grammar.
A winter chill lingers in the night air. I pull my arms close, trying to retain the heat provided by my thin cardigan, as I wait at the entrance of the building where we had been filming for the day. The staff from the drama returns my bows and the pleasantries I offer as they walk by. It has been a long and overdrawn day of cuts and retakes. I only want to have a hot shower and jump right into bed. But damn it, Jessica, damn. If she offers to come pick me up, the least she can do is get here on time too.
"See you tomorrow, Yuri," some passing staff members greet me as a posh white sedan, luminous in the dark of the night, pulls up before me. I smile, bid them goodbye hurriedly and pull open the door to the front seat of the car.
The door swings open, revealing Taecyeon, who is seated in it with a wide and innocent grin plastered across his face.
*
I step out from the bathroom wrapped only in a fluffy pink towel, my hair let down over my shoulders, warm from being blow-dried. Flicking the lights in the bathroom off, the bedroom is now illuminated only by the soft white lights coming from behind the headboard of the bed; nothing but the ivory-colored wall supporting the headboard is fully visible. The image of the big, inviting bed, fitted with pure white sheets, is interrupted by Jessica sitting restlessly on its edge. She leans forward to hold me and takes a long whiff of my abdomen. "Hmmm, Yuri, you smell good."
I know what she wants. Her parents are out of town, attending a relative's wedding. Krystal is in Japan, promoting a new single with her band. We have the whole apartment to ourselves tonight. But I ignore her and sit on the bed, closing my eyes. Even though we haven't been in such close contact for days. Even though I'm spending the night at her apartment, in her bedroom. Even though I'm angry with her, because we had to make a huge detour to drop Taecyeon off at his dorm, because he was even in the car with her. I am too worn out to think and I just want to get some sleep.
"Oh, c'mon Yuri, don't be like this, I missed you." Jessica says. I move onto the bed defiantly, lying down. She moves closer to me, running her fingers through my hair. "I got there early, and I was waiting for you. But Taecyeon practically begged me for a ride, and he was nearby, so I decided to give him a lift."
She sweeps my hair away and plants soft kisses my neck. I turn to lie on my side, mutely rejecting her advances. When Jessica grabs one end of the towel, yanks it off me, and flings it to the floor, I know I've reached the limit of her patience. I can feel goose bumps rise on my arms; the air in the room was cool against the skin of my naked body.
Knowing I shouldn't push my luck and ignore her any longer, I say, "Fine, make it up to me then. You have to do as I say."
"Of course," Jessica says without a trace of impatience in her voice. "What do you want me to do?"
"Stand there," I command, gesturing to a spot on the floor at the foot of the bed. "And strip."
Jessica jumps off the bed, saunters to the spot where I pointed, and begins to undress herself. She is surprisingly compliant to my demand but I am too tired to suspect her motives. I move to the center of the bed, cross my feet and prop myself up on my elbows, gaining a full view of her. She undoes the buttons of her white silk blouse slowly, revealing a no-frills black satin bra underneath. When she takes her shirt off completely, the color of the bra is a stark contrast against the pale skin of her chest. I watch her hands unzip her jeans in a deliberately, and painfully, slow motion. She peels the dark blue denim off her thighs and legs, and it seems like she's putting on a suit of glowing white skin instead of taking her clothes off.
Her face is coy as she reaches behind her to unclasp her bra, and she lets it drop on the pile of garments around her feet. She finishes her little show by hooking her thumbs on the sides of her matching underwear and taking it off, moving her hips side to side provocatively while doing so. She puts her hands on her slanted hips, the right lower than the left, as she awaits my next instruction.
"Touch yourself," I say primly, trying to contain my excitement. Her striptease has the opposite effect of watching late-night television; my eyelids no longer feel heavy.
"Touch myself where, Yuri?" Jessica asks with a sly smile, switching the slant of her hips. She drops her left arm, and runs her fingers up her left thigh.
"Right there," I nod towards the center of her pelvis. "Spread your legs a little apart so I can see you're really stroking yourself."
"You gotta give me a little more to work on, Yuri. I can barely see you even though you're lying naked on my bed." The inflections of her tone, when addressing me in her sentence, make her request obvious. I spread my legs apart and bend my knees, granting her a view of me.
I assume that she's wet, because she begins to rub her clit without lubricating her fingers. The slow, deliberate movements of her fingers when she was undoing her buttons and unzipping her pants are lost here. The erratic pace of her rubbing shows how long she has been waiting for some relief. The quiet room is soon filled with small moans and the sounds of her stroking. I can feel tingles in my own cunt as I watch her.
She wants it; I can tell when her fingers dip lower. She's about to penetrate herself, but I stop her with a loud order. "You can't do that, Sica."
“Yuri…” she murmurs, but I pick up the slight whimper in her voice. She slows her hand, and closes her eyes, moving her head up to face the ceiling.
"Look at me, Sica," Her head springs to attention and her eyes lock into a gaze with mine.
She wants it so bad. I can see it in her eyes. Please Yuri, her eyes say. They are screaming now, the way she’s looking at me. The way her eyes are telling me to fuck her, I just know it. I can almost hear it, please Yuri, please come fuck me now.
I decide that I’ve teased her enough for tonight.
“Come here,” I tell her as I move off the bed and stand up to receive her. She takes one step closer to me and my hands reach for hers to stop her from fondling her cunt. I barely get a grip on them before she raises both her hands and pushes me square in the shoulders. I land on the bed forcefully, causing the white sheets to puff up slightly, like steam from a cup of hot liquid.
She crawls over me, her knees straddling my hips. Her hands restrain my wrists above my head. I am too stunned from my fall onto the bed and I can only look at her motionlessly, with my mouth hanging slightly apart, as she runs her nose across the length of my left shoulder, leaving a small bite at the end.
“Sica…” I say but her tongue invades my open mouth, cutting me off from speech. She kisses me hungrily, unlike the way we usually kiss. I’m always the one that kisses her; I’m always sticking my tongue in her. But the way she’s kissing me now, the way it feels to have her tongue in my mouth, it feels like I have willingly surrendered all control of my body to her. I think I finally understand why she always lets me kiss her.
I want her to keep kissing me like that, I can let her do just that all night, but she removes her mouth from mine and watches me with a catty smirk on her face. "You like that, don't you?" She asks me, and even though the question was rhetorical, I can't help but notice the hint of insecurity in her voice. For a second, it sounded like she wanted my reassurance.
“This is so unfair, Sica,” I whine, using one of her tricks against her. That’s how she gets me to give her what she wants. She whines and I always give in, usually sooner than later.
“What’s unfair, hmm?” Jessica asks with mock ignorance. My wiles didn’t work on her. She adjusts her arms, so she is now leaning to my right, her left forearm pinning both my wrists down and her right hand free to roam my body. I am distracted for a few seconds as her hand draws an invisible 'S' down my torso.
“You were the naughty one,” I declare. “You’re supposed to be doing what I say tonight.”
Her palm moves up and slaps my breasts. Smack, smack, it wasn’t painful but I felt heat flushing to where she hit me. She slaps me again, and I feel tingles traveling down my body.
“Who was the naughty one really, huh?” she asked, slapping my chest some more. “Kwon Yuri, tell me," she stops slapping me, palms my tender breast, and starts massaging it. "Who was the one that needed so many damn takes," her fingers pinch a nipple and she pulls at it a little before letting go and doing the same to its counterpart, "just to complete one stupid kissing scene?”
I am silenced, as my exhausted mind feebly attempts at processing what Jessica had just said: Supposing that she had really gotten there early to pick me up, she must have wandered into the set and seen me filming the kissing scene! It wasn't even my fault, I was tired and the director kept insisting- my thoughts are distracted when she finally lets my wrists go. Her hands flank the side of my ribs while she licks at my bosom, her tongue going round and round the skin she had previously been pinching.
She moves on to my neck, leaving marks - I’m sure there will be marks left, from the way she’s sucking the skin on it - as she supports herself with her left hand and uses her right to caress me. I move my head. "Make-up's gonna have a hard time covering those up tomorrow," I say, as I sneak my hands around, trying to regain control. But she rises up, her face bearing a haughty expression, wary of my intentions. Her left hand supports her upright position while her right hand moves, from my waist to my hips, down my thigh, making a turn midway, back up my inner thigh, to the place where I most want her fingers to be.
"I don't think that's what you should be worrying about now, Yuri." She cups my cunt in a punishing grip. "I am angry," she hisses. The sudden action of her hand makes my heart skip a beat, and sends a jolt up my spine. Her hand feels hot, or maybe it’s my own heat trapped by her palm.
I buck my hips in a frenzy, trying to ease the tension that had built up since watching her stroke herself. But she was holding me so tightly that I end up feeling even more desperate.
“Nmmm…” I groan as another attempt to hump her hand fails. “Sicaaaa…”
“You have to try harder than that,” she remarks, her hand giving my pussy a cruel squeeze, and I can feel my wetness seeping through. I hook my arms around her neck to pull her face close to mine. With my lips on hers, I wait for her to kiss me. She takes a few seconds before obliging. I jerk my hips again, testing my luck. But her hand continues to clamp me down and she breaks away from the kiss. “If you want something, you have to ask for it nicely, Yuri-yah,” she tells me.
“Sica, I’m sorry. Please.” I apologize, not knowing what I did wrong. My arms move around, searching for something to hold on to, to keep myself from slipping into insanity. I can barely reach past her knees in my current position and I want so badly to feel her soft skin against mine.
“Now you're making sense.” She releases her grip and uses her middle finger to stroke my slit ever so slowly. I can feel how wet I am now from the coolness that I feel without the cover of her hand. “But please what?”
“Please do me.” My words came out in a half-groan. Her half-hearted stroking was driving me insane.
She lets her middle finger pause right outside my entrance while other fingers spread my folds apart. “Do what to you?” She probes, tracing a circle. Then her finger resumes its slow up-and-down course.
“Fuck me,” I scream. I don’t care how needy I sound. I just need her now.
“How rude,” she says and her hand leaves my pussy altogether. “"Please, Sica, please fuck me' would have been acceptable.”
I can’t take the teasing any longer. With my body free of her hands, I seize the opportunity to dominate her.
"I don't know what you're angry about, Sica," I say as I sit up and pull her legs so she sits close to me.
"But I'm tired,” I re-position our legs, crossing them over each other, like putting a jigsaw puzzle together. I hug her and our breasts are pushed up against each other. She is so wet too; her clit is still hard from arousal. "And I'm so fucking wet from your teases."
"I just want to fuck you right now," I start grinding my pussy against hers. “So just fuck, just fuck me already.” I lose my ability to speak properly as her hips start reciprocating my movements.
“Unggh,” Jessica seems to have lost coherence as well. For the second time tonight, her hands shove my shoulders again and I land on my back, my head barely missing the headboard. I would normally be offended by this gesture, but the pressure of her cunt - the way it lines up so perfectly against my own sex as she lays down on the bed herself - keeps me silent. With nothing of Jessica that I can hold onto, I grab fistfuls of the bed sheets and concentrate on making my hips dance to the same beat as hers.
"Uhh, Yuri," she is so much more vocal tonight than usual, and I don't think it's because there's only us in the apartment. The more of her moans that I hear, the more I desire to see her face as she makes them. She screams as I sit up, inadvertently pushing my clit on hers. I reach for her hands, entwining our fingers on either side of her head, and looking into her eyes, I fuck her so hard that she can't even moan my name right. Each thrust of my hips, the impact of my clit colliding onto hers, elicits a loud moan from her thin lips.
When Jessica closes her eyes, I know she is reaching her limit. So I pull her up and hug her. Her hands drop to my ass, half groping and half pushing it. My pussy is pressed even closer to hers. I rock my pelvis faster and faster. We’re looking at each other and her dark, wild eyes are telling me something again.
“Ung, I’m…ung…g-g-gonn…”
I don't need a clearer command. I know what she wants, what she needs. I hold her at her shoulder blades and kiss her. She kisses me back and it becomes aggressive; a competition to see who can kiss whom harder while our hips thrash furiously against each other.
My mind is only aware of our breasts and hips bouncing in sync, and her hot juices mixing with mine. Then, new sensations take over my mind when she comes; I feel fingernails digging into my back, I can hear her staggered moans, timed to the convulsions of her cunt, and I can feel the gush of her ejaculation. Her wet, wet cum pushes me over the edge. I slide my clit up and down her slit relentlessly as I ride my own climax out, with my head snuggling her neck, smelling the sweet scent of the perspiration lining her collarbone.
As my senses gradually come back to me, I hear squelching sounds; she is still moving against me, our sticky flesh making the crude noises. My body is spent and I try to stop her movement with a limp hand. She concedes, gradually coming to a halt. Licking the skin under her earlobe, I can taste the salty moisture.
Jessica says something as I kiss her ear. Though her voice is faint, I hear her clearly. She was just throwing another tantrum tonight after all. We are still upright, stuck together, but I can stay the way we are for a moment longer. I brush the hair sticking to her face aside and hold her face with my hands. Her face is damp with a sheen of moisture and her cheeks are flushed pink. She looks so beautiful shrouded by a post-sex afterglow that I cannot help but plant kisses all over her face. Sleepiness overwhelms me and I lay onto the bed, pulling her down with me. We land with a plop on the pillows and she giggles softly.
“Only your kisses can make me wet, Sica,” I whisper in reply. She says nothing, only hooking her legs around mine.
We’re still stuck together, but I guess I’ll sleep better this way.