Debt (Epilouge)
Title: Debt (Epilouge)
Pairing: Sunny/Taeyeon
Rating: NC-17
Taeyeon gave her purse a suspicious look when she heard her phone chirp. It was the specific SMS tone she'd selected for Sunny, a sparkling sound effect. She wondered what was so important that her friend would send her a text message instead of posting in the SoShi chat room, which was common practice these days.
Unable to abandon her post as a Music Core MC, she put the thought out of her immediate focus and left the changing room to stand on stage in front of a camera beside Tiffany, giving her hair one last fixing. In less than a few minutes, the girls would finally be done recording their live lines for the week and she could discover what the issue was.
"Great job, ladies," the producer thanked them as the the screen panned from their camera to the one on the live stage, the last performance of the night.
"Oh, it was our pleasure sir," the cordial maknae insisted. Taeyeon and Tiffany both shared a smile before also thanking the PD. Seohyun was so punctual sometimes it was a wonder she'd chosen to be an entertainer instead the queen of England or some other high-standing official position. The girls bowed several times to the staff before they exited to the dressing room.
"Oh my God," Tiffany exclaimed, "I can't believe I called Infinite 'seven young girls'." Taeyeon snickered while Seohyun shot the back of her leader's head a dirty look.
"It's okay unnie, it was just a small mistake. I'm sure no one noticed," the youngest reassured her friend. Tiffany pushed Taeyeon playfully, then turned to the maknae.
"Thanks for the vote of confidence, Juhyun. It's nice to hear words of comfort from my members," she said in a falsely angry tone as she elbowed Taeyeon in the side. Unable to hold back anymore, Taeyeon unleashed her ajumma laughter. Tiffany covered her mouth and giggled as her best friend doubled over in a contagious outburst.
"Yah, Kim Taeyeon, it's not that funny!" She smacked her leader's back as she tried to collect her items. Not waiting for her time-wasting unnies, Seohyun stood by the door impatiently, her belongings already in order and on her being.
"You're right," the kid said as she swung her bag over her shoulder. "Let's not keep the other seven girls waiting," she joked.
"Yeah, you're... Yah! I'm going to kill you!" Fany squealed, chasing Taeyeon out of the room and down the hall. Their purses swung wildly as neither had properly arranged them yet.
Seohyun hid her face in embarrassment at her member's atrocious display. "I'm sorry about that," she apologized, bowing to the confused custodian mopping the hallway and starring in the direction Taeyeon and Tiffany had ran down. Seohyun scurried off towards the van, still mortified of her unnies' displays.
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Settling into the middle row, Taeyeon stretched herself across the bucket seat of the van. Seohyun had her nose buried in a book behind her, and Tiffany was listening to her iPod in the front seat. All was typical in the Music Core routine.
After flicking the burned out cigarette on the concrete beside the vehicle, one of several of SNSD's managers opened the driver's door and settled into his seat comfortably.
"So, how was shooting?" He conversationally asked, starting the van.
"Good," all girls responded simaltaniously.
Uninterested in the conversation her manager was about to start, Taeyeon whipped her phone out of her bag, only to find a new message notification on the screen. Remembering the sound it had made before filming, she knew it was Sunny. She unlocked her screen, only to be prompted to download a photo file sent to her by Lee Soonkyu. Accepting, Taeyeon waited in anticipated. The woman rarely sent messages, let alone pictures. Cursing her slow service, the leader impatiently shook her phone.
File downloaded. Would you like to view now or later? her phone now asked. She selected the 'now' prompt, and upon viewing the image her mouth dropped open.
To Taeyeon's surprise, she found a picture of her Soonkyu sprawled across her bed, with nothing but a hot pink bra and matching panties on. She was sensually biting her lip, had one hand behind her neck, and the other just past the waistband of her underwear. Her breast wear bolstered in just the right position by her lingerie. Her clothing left nearly nothing to imagination. What really grabbed Taeyeon's attention though was Sunny's expression. She had the most sultriest look in her eyes, challenging anyone to deny her what she wanted.
Below the image, Taeyeon found the two most tempting and arguably most provocative words she'd seen in her life.
You in?
Biting her own lip, Taeyeon ran her hand through her hair, disheveling the pride of her stylist. Not wanting to ignore Sunny any longer than she already had, Taeyeon quickly typed back.
Don't. Fucking. Move. I'm. On. My. Way.
And so ensued the longest damn car ride of Kim Taeyeon's life. Traffic through Seoul city seemed to never have been a hindrance until Taeyeon was very much in a rush. Every damn traffic light seemed to be against her getting off her Soonkyu. Her manager seemed to let every damn vehicle on the street in front of him. He couldn't seem to find the damn gas pedal. She could swear every damn pedestrian in Seoul and neighboring cities decided to cross the street in front of their van. And most of all, no one seemed to notice how damn hot and bothered she was becoming, alternating between impatiently backseat commenting on traffic and staring at a provocative picture worthy of the shooting skills of Jessica Jung.
After an eternity, the van finally pulled up to the back door of the girl's dorm. Without waiting for the rest, the impatient woman burst out of the van and to the door of the building, typing the passcode at the door at top speed. Tiffany and Seohyun just starred at each other in confusion at their leader's eccentric behavior.
"Period, maybe?" Tiffany tried. Seohyun snorted, regained her poise, then gave her untie a disapproving look.
"Unnie, I doubt Taeyeon's problems are that simple."
"Indeed, Juhyun. She's a complex woman."
Taeyeon was too impatient for the elevators. She'd never been this rushed. For the first time in her life, she wished she'd taken an interest in sports as she flew up four flights of stairs in heels.
Out of breath and disoriented, the short female sped up down the floor to Girls' Generation dorm flat. Her fingers jammed the passlock keys at light speed, and she threw the heavy metal door wide open.
Shocked at the sudden intrusion, Jessica jumped and turn her attention from the drama she was watching to her near-panicked leader.
"Were you so excited to see me you couldn't open the door like the rest of us mortals?" she spat. However, after taking in the whole picture of Taeyeon's distress, she had to hide a smirk. Her completely disheveled leader was too cute like this. She enjoyed seeing Taeyeon wild. Whatever was stirring her up, Jessica wished it would keep it up. Not listening to Jessica's jibe, the brunette looked around the living room quickly. "Where is Soonkyu?" she asked, not stopping as she walked through the room to the hallway.
"Last I knew, she was in her room. She said something about 'unfinished business.' Whatever that means." Taeyeon hurried off to her and Sunny's shared room without hearing the last of the ice princess' sentence. Jessica snickered and reminded herself to congratulate Sunny the next time she saw her. However the girl was manipulating the leader, she was doing a great job.
Taeyeon took a much needed breath and barged ungracefully through her door, eager for what was sure to come. She surveyed the room, but couldn't find a single creature resembling Soonkyu. Confused, she took another step forward.
She wasn't ready for what came next. A surprisingly powerful hand clamped around her mouth. Startled, Taeyeon began to fight, but her assailant easily overpowered her and locked the door behind them.
"Relax, it's just me," a familiar voice whispered in her ear. "God, you can get so freaky sometimes when you're horny, Taeng." A white leg appeared between her own from behind her, and she allowed Sunny to maneuver her in front of a wall mounted full-body mirror.
"So, how was filming?" the assaulter asked casually as she reached under Taeyeon's baby teeshirt and squeezed the warm flesh of her abdomen. Taeyeon caught her gaze in the mirror, still flustered.
"What, was it bad?" Sunny sexily whispered against her neck, now pushing the article of clothing upward as her ascending naughty hands had now reached Taeyeon's mounds.
"What the hell, Soonkyu?" Taeyeon sputtered as she finally found her voice. Sunny chuckled mischievously as she fondled Taeyeon's breast, returning her glare through the reflection.
"What, does doing it in front of the mirror bother you? We could do it against the wall. Or in the shower. Or on top of the desk. Where ever is good for you is good for me," Sunny crooned into Taeyeon's ear. The leader's cheeks flushed and her eyelids dropped a bit as Sunny continued to touch her. Still fighting her bodily urge to throw Sunny against the nearest wall and fuck her senseless for her games, Taeyeon spoke.
"Well, it's just I wasn't expecting to come home to this. I thought I would, you know, be in charge."
"Oh no, not at all. You swallowed the bait, Kim Taeyeon." The way the blonde was touching her made it impossible not to feel dizzy. Taeyeon instinctively wrapped her arms behind her, linking them behind her Soonkyu's neck. "Tonight, I'm in charge. No matter how you look at it, I'm fucking you. Now open your eyes and enjoy the show."
Sunny saw the way Taeyeon's eyes drooped and knew she was no longer going to be a struggle. The older woman braced herself against the shorter, hanging heavily around her neck and spreading her legs. Sunny slipped her thigh farther in between her leader's and sensually peeled her shirt from her.
Taeyeon sighed, leaning her head back onto Sunny's shoulder. Unpleased, the danshin stopped stroking the brunette's toned abdomen.
"Taeyeon, look into the mirror." The woman struggled to lift her head, settling for it hanging forward, her eyes straining to look up. Strands of her hair hung in her face, her lips were slightly parted, but that's not what was caught her focus. The aggressor's hands were slowly drawing up her torso, only stopping below her bra. The older woman gave a needy look, begging her to touch her.
Sunny smirked and started tracing the outline of her leader's black bra. "Taengoo, do you like this?" she teased, kissing the side of Taeyeon's neck. In response, the brunette pushed her chest farther out and tilted her head, giving Soonkyu easier access.
"I thought so," hands now slid up to cup full breast through the garment. The leader sighed again.
It was almost too easy for Sunny to arouse the byuntae. Within seconds, hardened nipples were straining against the fabric of the bra. The blonde swiped the skin below Taeyeon's ear with her tongue and moved one hand behind her back.
In a smooth motion, Sunny graciously freed the brunette's breast from the restraining cloth. She slid the straps from her leader's shoulders, finally unveiling the flawless mounds underneath. Catching their reflection in the mirror, Taeyeon shivered at the exotic sight. The younger woman's hand snaked up her abdomen and began to massage her now exposed chest.
Taeyeon pushed herself into Soonkyu's manipulating hands, and at the same time ground her backside into the younger's pelvis.
And undeniable smirk crossed Sunny's face. She was winning this game. Taeyeon normally had a dominant attitude, but today, she would submit to the blonde's will.
"Tell me what you want, Taengoo," Sunny seductively whispered. In response, a dry moan escaped the older's lips.
"What was that?" a hand slid to the top of the brunette's jeans. Taeyeon whimpered. Sunny unbuttoned the top button and pushed her hand into her leader's frilly pink panties. The victim's hands grabbed harder onto the shorter's neck. Sunny stopped moving and stared at Taeyeon's reflection in front of her.
Knowing what she had to do, the oldest met Soonkyu's smoldering gaze. She could feel herself breaking into a hot sweat when she saw that intense gaze.
"Say it." Sunny commanded. Taeyeon squirmed and thrust her mound into her girlfriend's waiting fingers.
"Soonkyu," she started. Again, she was mesmerized by the view in front of her. Her arms wrapped Sunny's neck behind her, raising her breast in the most erotic way. One of the blonde's hands invading the front of her pants, the other running along the expanse of her tone stomach and up to her chest occasionally.
"Tell me your wish, Kim Taeyeon."
"Soonkyu, I wish you'd fuck me right now," Taeyeon boldly stated. Sunny just stared blankly at her. After a long pause, Taeyeon became uncomfortable with the awkward silence.
"Soonkyu, what is it?"
"Nothing."
"No seriously, what is it?" The leader whined.
Sunny snickered. "Are you uncomfortable, Taeng?"
Taeyeon's eyes narrowed. Pouting, she jut her rear into the blonde's front. "A bit, why?"
"Good. Your wish is my command," Sunny squeezed her leader's mound, elicting a moan. She pulled the zipper on the pants down and pulled the tight jeans down to the floor. Taeyeon kicked the clothing off of her feet and across the room, releasing Sunny's neck long enough to shed her soaked panties as well.
Sunny now ran her hands without restraint down to the top of Taeyeon's womanhood. Waisting no time, she spread wet fold and began to massage the woman's clitoris, earning groans from her. However, lack of stamina soon had the woman trembling uncontrollably. Sunny aided her leader, supporting as much weight as she could. Taeyeon was nearing her climax.
"Unnie, you're so sensitive!" Sunny complained as the brunette clung to her desperately. She'd barley started and the brunette was already on the edge.
"Not now, Soonkyu!" The leader grunted through clenched teeth. She could feel every muscle in her body twitching as she got closer and closer to the peak. The blonde doubled her efforts, and soon Taeyeon's eyes involuntarily shut. The leader yanked on the back of Sunny's head , nearly causing the couple to collapse as she reached her climax. She could feel her inner muscle tightening so hard they might snap.
Suddenly disturbing her gentle orgasm, Sunny shoved two fingers roughly into Taeyeon's constricted core. The brunette cried out in surprise, but the shorter ignored her leader's objections as she began to swirl her fingers around tight, moist walls.
"Lee Soonkyu! I c-can't!" Taeyeon pleaded, still reeling from her last release. Her begging fell on deaf ears though as the younger began thrusting her fingers now, occasionally scissoring her fingers inside her leader.
Taeyeon couldn't stand any more stimulation, and soon began slipping from Sunny's neck. Noticing, the younger drug the dead weight of Taeyeon over to the bed, still keeping her fingers inside, and continuing her ministrations. In the back of her mind, Taeyeon dully noted that if there was a sex Olympics, Sunny would be a world-class athlete.
After being heavily thrown onto the bed, Taeyeon was shifted to her side as Sunny slid in awkwardly behind her, still working at Taeyeon's g-spot. Now believing in what was originally thought impossible, Taeyeon could feel a second strong wave of orgasm coming. Her core was pulsing around the focus of its pleasure-- Sunny's fingers. All she could think about was riding Soonkyu until the end of time, but her body disagreed.
A silenced groan left the leader's lips as her body tensed again, with the danshin's fingers embedded deeply within her. Warm fluid flooded over Sunny's talented digits and the bed spread as Taeyeon began to tremble uncontrollably, with sporadic cries escaping her occasionally. Suddenly sympathetic to her victim, Sunny withdrew her fingers and sucked them clean while them brunette floated in the parallel universe of her release.
"I knew you could, Taengoo. Maybe your stamina isn't as bad as I thought," the blonde whispered into Taeyeon's ear, making sure to lick the shell of the appendage as she withdrew. Taeyeon twitched when Sunny violated her ear, but otherwise remained lifeless. She needed to regain her senses if she was going to have her revenge, and she was in no state to control her body.
"What's wrong, can't unnie talk?" Sunny prodded again, squeezing the pale flesh of her leader's exposed behind. Taeyeon opened her eyes slowly, swallowed, and willed away the reminants of dibilitating pleasure. Assured she was ready, Taeyeon rolled over to face the smug visage of her sexy Soonkyu.
"So, glad you finally returned to earth." Taeyeon smirked at the comment tiredly. Sunny was proud. A little too proud. Placing her hands on either side of her girlfriend's face, Taeyeon pulled her in close. She was exhausted, but she couldn't lose this easily. She needed to even the score.
"Yeah, the moon was getting a little boring," Taeyeon mumbled, pulling up Sunny's shirt, using it as an effective blindfold as she reached for her nightstand drawer.
"Was it?" the blinded girl teased, running her hands up Taeyeon's bare sides as the leader rolled her on her back and straddled her. Still holding the graphic tee over Sunny's head, Taeyeon placed the item she'd retrieved from the drawer on the bed. She pulled the shorter's sweat pants down to her knees, as the rest of her legs hung over the side of the bed.
"Unnie, what are you doing?" Sunny asked, now confused as Taeyeon pulled her panties down to rest on top of her sweat around her legs. Taeyeon had only halfway stripped her, and was still using the her shirt as a blindfold. Taeyeon grinned and leaned down until her face was mere centimeters from Sunny's under the shirt.
"Welcome to a whole new world," she sniggered as she slowly slid a brilliant pink dildo, complements of Tiffany, into Sunny's dripping core. A small moan left the aegyo queen as the toy stretched her farther than she'd ever been, filling her in ways fingers couldn't. The woman squirmed, aroused more than she though possible. Her surprised hands latched onto Taeyeon's forearms.
"You might've won a battle, but your supplies are too obsolete to win the war, Soonkyu. And I take no prisoners." Then without any mercy, Taeyeon flipped on the vibrating dildo to the highest setting, restraining her victim and silencing her yelps with her mouth.
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Taeyeon's cheeks flushed when she finally realized what she was listening to. Sunny had sent her an audio file with one word attached to the text: LISTEN.
The voice in the recording was undeniably hers.
"Lee Soonkyu! I c-can't!" she was begging from last night's encounter. Without any time to reply angrily to her recently technologically advance friend, another message pinged onto her screen, from the same notorious sender. Taeyeon regretfully opened the image, only to find herself naked and hanging from Sunny's neck.
Sunny's hands were violating her chest and womanhood, but from the expression Taeyeon saw in the mirror, she wasn't exactly offended. Her mouth was hanging open, her eyes where shut, and pleasure was evident on her face. The blonde, on the other hand, looked stunningly intense. She was biting her lip in concentration, and her eyes were boring holes into Taeyeon's reflection.
The text below the R-rated photo read: Like what you see?
Taeyeon bit her tongue in annoyance. The energy pill seemed to always push her buttons, and not always in a satisfying way.
Again, another text reached her phone.
Jessica has got nothing on my photography skills. I told you we could take more scandalous photos than that.
Taeyeon smiled, wondering if that was what all the incriminating material was about. She replied back with large grin on her face.
Photoshoot tonight, then?
Pairing: Sunny/Taeyeon
Rating: NC-17
Taeyeon gave her purse a suspicious look when she heard her phone chirp. It was the specific SMS tone she'd selected for Sunny, a sparkling sound effect. She wondered what was so important that her friend would send her a text message instead of posting in the SoShi chat room, which was common practice these days.
Unable to abandon her post as a Music Core MC, she put the thought out of her immediate focus and left the changing room to stand on stage in front of a camera beside Tiffany, giving her hair one last fixing. In less than a few minutes, the girls would finally be done recording their live lines for the week and she could discover what the issue was.
"Great job, ladies," the producer thanked them as the the screen panned from their camera to the one on the live stage, the last performance of the night.
"Oh, it was our pleasure sir," the cordial maknae insisted. Taeyeon and Tiffany both shared a smile before also thanking the PD. Seohyun was so punctual sometimes it was a wonder she'd chosen to be an entertainer instead the queen of England or some other high-standing official position. The girls bowed several times to the staff before they exited to the dressing room.
"Oh my God," Tiffany exclaimed, "I can't believe I called Infinite 'seven young girls'." Taeyeon snickered while Seohyun shot the back of her leader's head a dirty look.
"It's okay unnie, it was just a small mistake. I'm sure no one noticed," the youngest reassured her friend. Tiffany pushed Taeyeon playfully, then turned to the maknae.
"Thanks for the vote of confidence, Juhyun. It's nice to hear words of comfort from my members," she said in a falsely angry tone as she elbowed Taeyeon in the side. Unable to hold back anymore, Taeyeon unleashed her ajumma laughter. Tiffany covered her mouth and giggled as her best friend doubled over in a contagious outburst.
"Yah, Kim Taeyeon, it's not that funny!" She smacked her leader's back as she tried to collect her items. Not waiting for her time-wasting unnies, Seohyun stood by the door impatiently, her belongings already in order and on her being.
"You're right," the kid said as she swung her bag over her shoulder. "Let's not keep the other seven girls waiting," she joked.
"Yeah, you're... Yah! I'm going to kill you!" Fany squealed, chasing Taeyeon out of the room and down the hall. Their purses swung wildly as neither had properly arranged them yet.
Seohyun hid her face in embarrassment at her member's atrocious display. "I'm sorry about that," she apologized, bowing to the confused custodian mopping the hallway and starring in the direction Taeyeon and Tiffany had ran down. Seohyun scurried off towards the van, still mortified of her unnies' displays.
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Settling into the middle row, Taeyeon stretched herself across the bucket seat of the van. Seohyun had her nose buried in a book behind her, and Tiffany was listening to her iPod in the front seat. All was typical in the Music Core routine.
After flicking the burned out cigarette on the concrete beside the vehicle, one of several of SNSD's managers opened the driver's door and settled into his seat comfortably.
"So, how was shooting?" He conversationally asked, starting the van.
"Good," all girls responded simaltaniously.
Uninterested in the conversation her manager was about to start, Taeyeon whipped her phone out of her bag, only to find a new message notification on the screen. Remembering the sound it had made before filming, she knew it was Sunny. She unlocked her screen, only to be prompted to download a photo file sent to her by Lee Soonkyu. Accepting, Taeyeon waited in anticipated. The woman rarely sent messages, let alone pictures. Cursing her slow service, the leader impatiently shook her phone.
File downloaded. Would you like to view now or later? her phone now asked. She selected the 'now' prompt, and upon viewing the image her mouth dropped open.
To Taeyeon's surprise, she found a picture of her Soonkyu sprawled across her bed, with nothing but a hot pink bra and matching panties on. She was sensually biting her lip, had one hand behind her neck, and the other just past the waistband of her underwear. Her breast wear bolstered in just the right position by her lingerie. Her clothing left nearly nothing to imagination. What really grabbed Taeyeon's attention though was Sunny's expression. She had the most sultriest look in her eyes, challenging anyone to deny her what she wanted.
Below the image, Taeyeon found the two most tempting and arguably most provocative words she'd seen in her life.
You in?
Biting her own lip, Taeyeon ran her hand through her hair, disheveling the pride of her stylist. Not wanting to ignore Sunny any longer than she already had, Taeyeon quickly typed back.
Don't. Fucking. Move. I'm. On. My. Way.
And so ensued the longest damn car ride of Kim Taeyeon's life. Traffic through Seoul city seemed to never have been a hindrance until Taeyeon was very much in a rush. Every damn traffic light seemed to be against her getting off her Soonkyu. Her manager seemed to let every damn vehicle on the street in front of him. He couldn't seem to find the damn gas pedal. She could swear every damn pedestrian in Seoul and neighboring cities decided to cross the street in front of their van. And most of all, no one seemed to notice how damn hot and bothered she was becoming, alternating between impatiently backseat commenting on traffic and staring at a provocative picture worthy of the shooting skills of Jessica Jung.
After an eternity, the van finally pulled up to the back door of the girl's dorm. Without waiting for the rest, the impatient woman burst out of the van and to the door of the building, typing the passcode at the door at top speed. Tiffany and Seohyun just starred at each other in confusion at their leader's eccentric behavior.
"Period, maybe?" Tiffany tried. Seohyun snorted, regained her poise, then gave her untie a disapproving look.
"Unnie, I doubt Taeyeon's problems are that simple."
"Indeed, Juhyun. She's a complex woman."
Taeyeon was too impatient for the elevators. She'd never been this rushed. For the first time in her life, she wished she'd taken an interest in sports as she flew up four flights of stairs in heels.
Out of breath and disoriented, the short female sped up down the floor to Girls' Generation dorm flat. Her fingers jammed the passlock keys at light speed, and she threw the heavy metal door wide open.
Shocked at the sudden intrusion, Jessica jumped and turn her attention from the drama she was watching to her near-panicked leader.
"Were you so excited to see me you couldn't open the door like the rest of us mortals?" she spat. However, after taking in the whole picture of Taeyeon's distress, she had to hide a smirk. Her completely disheveled leader was too cute like this. She enjoyed seeing Taeyeon wild. Whatever was stirring her up, Jessica wished it would keep it up. Not listening to Jessica's jibe, the brunette looked around the living room quickly. "Where is Soonkyu?" she asked, not stopping as she walked through the room to the hallway.
"Last I knew, she was in her room. She said something about 'unfinished business.' Whatever that means." Taeyeon hurried off to her and Sunny's shared room without hearing the last of the ice princess' sentence. Jessica snickered and reminded herself to congratulate Sunny the next time she saw her. However the girl was manipulating the leader, she was doing a great job.
Taeyeon took a much needed breath and barged ungracefully through her door, eager for what was sure to come. She surveyed the room, but couldn't find a single creature resembling Soonkyu. Confused, she took another step forward.
She wasn't ready for what came next. A surprisingly powerful hand clamped around her mouth. Startled, Taeyeon began to fight, but her assailant easily overpowered her and locked the door behind them.
"Relax, it's just me," a familiar voice whispered in her ear. "God, you can get so freaky sometimes when you're horny, Taeng." A white leg appeared between her own from behind her, and she allowed Sunny to maneuver her in front of a wall mounted full-body mirror.
"So, how was filming?" the assaulter asked casually as she reached under Taeyeon's baby teeshirt and squeezed the warm flesh of her abdomen. Taeyeon caught her gaze in the mirror, still flustered.
"What, was it bad?" Sunny sexily whispered against her neck, now pushing the article of clothing upward as her ascending naughty hands had now reached Taeyeon's mounds.
"What the hell, Soonkyu?" Taeyeon sputtered as she finally found her voice. Sunny chuckled mischievously as she fondled Taeyeon's breast, returning her glare through the reflection.
"What, does doing it in front of the mirror bother you? We could do it against the wall. Or in the shower. Or on top of the desk. Where ever is good for you is good for me," Sunny crooned into Taeyeon's ear. The leader's cheeks flushed and her eyelids dropped a bit as Sunny continued to touch her. Still fighting her bodily urge to throw Sunny against the nearest wall and fuck her senseless for her games, Taeyeon spoke.
"Well, it's just I wasn't expecting to come home to this. I thought I would, you know, be in charge."
"Oh no, not at all. You swallowed the bait, Kim Taeyeon." The way the blonde was touching her made it impossible not to feel dizzy. Taeyeon instinctively wrapped her arms behind her, linking them behind her Soonkyu's neck. "Tonight, I'm in charge. No matter how you look at it, I'm fucking you. Now open your eyes and enjoy the show."
Sunny saw the way Taeyeon's eyes drooped and knew she was no longer going to be a struggle. The older woman braced herself against the shorter, hanging heavily around her neck and spreading her legs. Sunny slipped her thigh farther in between her leader's and sensually peeled her shirt from her.
Taeyeon sighed, leaning her head back onto Sunny's shoulder. Unpleased, the danshin stopped stroking the brunette's toned abdomen.
"Taeyeon, look into the mirror." The woman struggled to lift her head, settling for it hanging forward, her eyes straining to look up. Strands of her hair hung in her face, her lips were slightly parted, but that's not what was caught her focus. The aggressor's hands were slowly drawing up her torso, only stopping below her bra. The older woman gave a needy look, begging her to touch her.
Sunny smirked and started tracing the outline of her leader's black bra. "Taengoo, do you like this?" she teased, kissing the side of Taeyeon's neck. In response, the brunette pushed her chest farther out and tilted her head, giving Soonkyu easier access.
"I thought so," hands now slid up to cup full breast through the garment. The leader sighed again.
It was almost too easy for Sunny to arouse the byuntae. Within seconds, hardened nipples were straining against the fabric of the bra. The blonde swiped the skin below Taeyeon's ear with her tongue and moved one hand behind her back.
In a smooth motion, Sunny graciously freed the brunette's breast from the restraining cloth. She slid the straps from her leader's shoulders, finally unveiling the flawless mounds underneath. Catching their reflection in the mirror, Taeyeon shivered at the exotic sight. The younger woman's hand snaked up her abdomen and began to massage her now exposed chest.
Taeyeon pushed herself into Soonkyu's manipulating hands, and at the same time ground her backside into the younger's pelvis.
And undeniable smirk crossed Sunny's face. She was winning this game. Taeyeon normally had a dominant attitude, but today, she would submit to the blonde's will.
"Tell me what you want, Taengoo," Sunny seductively whispered. In response, a dry moan escaped the older's lips.
"What was that?" a hand slid to the top of the brunette's jeans. Taeyeon whimpered. Sunny unbuttoned the top button and pushed her hand into her leader's frilly pink panties. The victim's hands grabbed harder onto the shorter's neck. Sunny stopped moving and stared at Taeyeon's reflection in front of her.
Knowing what she had to do, the oldest met Soonkyu's smoldering gaze. She could feel herself breaking into a hot sweat when she saw that intense gaze.
"Say it." Sunny commanded. Taeyeon squirmed and thrust her mound into her girlfriend's waiting fingers.
"Soonkyu," she started. Again, she was mesmerized by the view in front of her. Her arms wrapped Sunny's neck behind her, raising her breast in the most erotic way. One of the blonde's hands invading the front of her pants, the other running along the expanse of her tone stomach and up to her chest occasionally.
"Tell me your wish, Kim Taeyeon."
"Soonkyu, I wish you'd fuck me right now," Taeyeon boldly stated. Sunny just stared blankly at her. After a long pause, Taeyeon became uncomfortable with the awkward silence.
"Soonkyu, what is it?"
"Nothing."
"No seriously, what is it?" The leader whined.
Sunny snickered. "Are you uncomfortable, Taeng?"
Taeyeon's eyes narrowed. Pouting, she jut her rear into the blonde's front. "A bit, why?"
"Good. Your wish is my command," Sunny squeezed her leader's mound, elicting a moan. She pulled the zipper on the pants down and pulled the tight jeans down to the floor. Taeyeon kicked the clothing off of her feet and across the room, releasing Sunny's neck long enough to shed her soaked panties as well.
Sunny now ran her hands without restraint down to the top of Taeyeon's womanhood. Waisting no time, she spread wet fold and began to massage the woman's clitoris, earning groans from her. However, lack of stamina soon had the woman trembling uncontrollably. Sunny aided her leader, supporting as much weight as she could. Taeyeon was nearing her climax.
"Unnie, you're so sensitive!" Sunny complained as the brunette clung to her desperately. She'd barley started and the brunette was already on the edge.
"Not now, Soonkyu!" The leader grunted through clenched teeth. She could feel every muscle in her body twitching as she got closer and closer to the peak. The blonde doubled her efforts, and soon Taeyeon's eyes involuntarily shut. The leader yanked on the back of Sunny's head , nearly causing the couple to collapse as she reached her climax. She could feel her inner muscle tightening so hard they might snap.
Suddenly disturbing her gentle orgasm, Sunny shoved two fingers roughly into Taeyeon's constricted core. The brunette cried out in surprise, but the shorter ignored her leader's objections as she began to swirl her fingers around tight, moist walls.
"Lee Soonkyu! I c-can't!" Taeyeon pleaded, still reeling from her last release. Her begging fell on deaf ears though as the younger began thrusting her fingers now, occasionally scissoring her fingers inside her leader.
Taeyeon couldn't stand any more stimulation, and soon began slipping from Sunny's neck. Noticing, the younger drug the dead weight of Taeyeon over to the bed, still keeping her fingers inside, and continuing her ministrations. In the back of her mind, Taeyeon dully noted that if there was a sex Olympics, Sunny would be a world-class athlete.
After being heavily thrown onto the bed, Taeyeon was shifted to her side as Sunny slid in awkwardly behind her, still working at Taeyeon's g-spot. Now believing in what was originally thought impossible, Taeyeon could feel a second strong wave of orgasm coming. Her core was pulsing around the focus of its pleasure-- Sunny's fingers. All she could think about was riding Soonkyu until the end of time, but her body disagreed.
A silenced groan left the leader's lips as her body tensed again, with the danshin's fingers embedded deeply within her. Warm fluid flooded over Sunny's talented digits and the bed spread as Taeyeon began to tremble uncontrollably, with sporadic cries escaping her occasionally. Suddenly sympathetic to her victim, Sunny withdrew her fingers and sucked them clean while them brunette floated in the parallel universe of her release.
"I knew you could, Taengoo. Maybe your stamina isn't as bad as I thought," the blonde whispered into Taeyeon's ear, making sure to lick the shell of the appendage as she withdrew. Taeyeon twitched when Sunny violated her ear, but otherwise remained lifeless. She needed to regain her senses if she was going to have her revenge, and she was in no state to control her body.
"What's wrong, can't unnie talk?" Sunny prodded again, squeezing the pale flesh of her leader's exposed behind. Taeyeon opened her eyes slowly, swallowed, and willed away the reminants of dibilitating pleasure. Assured she was ready, Taeyeon rolled over to face the smug visage of her sexy Soonkyu.
"So, glad you finally returned to earth." Taeyeon smirked at the comment tiredly. Sunny was proud. A little too proud. Placing her hands on either side of her girlfriend's face, Taeyeon pulled her in close. She was exhausted, but she couldn't lose this easily. She needed to even the score.
"Yeah, the moon was getting a little boring," Taeyeon mumbled, pulling up Sunny's shirt, using it as an effective blindfold as she reached for her nightstand drawer.
"Was it?" the blinded girl teased, running her hands up Taeyeon's bare sides as the leader rolled her on her back and straddled her. Still holding the graphic tee over Sunny's head, Taeyeon placed the item she'd retrieved from the drawer on the bed. She pulled the shorter's sweat pants down to her knees, as the rest of her legs hung over the side of the bed.
"Unnie, what are you doing?" Sunny asked, now confused as Taeyeon pulled her panties down to rest on top of her sweat around her legs. Taeyeon had only halfway stripped her, and was still using the her shirt as a blindfold. Taeyeon grinned and leaned down until her face was mere centimeters from Sunny's under the shirt.
"Welcome to a whole new world," she sniggered as she slowly slid a brilliant pink dildo, complements of Tiffany, into Sunny's dripping core. A small moan left the aegyo queen as the toy stretched her farther than she'd ever been, filling her in ways fingers couldn't. The woman squirmed, aroused more than she though possible. Her surprised hands latched onto Taeyeon's forearms.
"You might've won a battle, but your supplies are too obsolete to win the war, Soonkyu. And I take no prisoners." Then without any mercy, Taeyeon flipped on the vibrating dildo to the highest setting, restraining her victim and silencing her yelps with her mouth.
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Taeyeon's cheeks flushed when she finally realized what she was listening to. Sunny had sent her an audio file with one word attached to the text: LISTEN.
The voice in the recording was undeniably hers.
"Lee Soonkyu! I c-can't!" she was begging from last night's encounter. Without any time to reply angrily to her recently technologically advance friend, another message pinged onto her screen, from the same notorious sender. Taeyeon regretfully opened the image, only to find herself naked and hanging from Sunny's neck.
Sunny's hands were violating her chest and womanhood, but from the expression Taeyeon saw in the mirror, she wasn't exactly offended. Her mouth was hanging open, her eyes where shut, and pleasure was evident on her face. The blonde, on the other hand, looked stunningly intense. She was biting her lip in concentration, and her eyes were boring holes into Taeyeon's reflection.
The text below the R-rated photo read: Like what you see?
Taeyeon bit her tongue in annoyance. The energy pill seemed to always push her buttons, and not always in a satisfying way.
Again, another text reached her phone.
Jessica has got nothing on my photography skills. I told you we could take more scandalous photos than that.
Taeyeon smiled, wondering if that was what all the incriminating material was about. She replied back with large grin on her face.
Photoshoot tonight, then?