city hunter, yoonsung/nana #3 [1/2]
anonymous
June 27 2011, 13:21:03 UTC
- nana curls herself against his warmth, burying her face into the crook of his neck. yoonsung chuckles, and she can feel it reverberating from where her fingertips graze his chest and into her skin.
"if i had known how easy you were," his voice is deep and teasing, and it's ridiculous how it still makes her insides flutter in anticipation. "i would've gotten you in bed much sooner."
nana nips at the hollow of his throat, and yoonsung makes a keening noise that's kind of fucking adorable.
"be careful with what you say," she warns lightly, lifting her head to whisper at his jaw. "i might just flip you over like back in judo training, you unlucky bastard."
yoonsung's eyes darken, molten in a heat that nana isn't sure she can contain, and the corners of his lips lift into a smirk.
"oh, please do."
nana rolls her eyes good-naturedly, before getting out of bed and scooping up his shirt with her. she buttons it on the way to the bathroom, and feels a blush bloom on her cheeks when she hears yoonsung call out have i told you how hot you look in my clothes?
nana comes out a few moments later, decidedly less sticky and gross to find yoonsung lying on his stomach, head resting on his arm and watching her with something in his eyes that makes her heart swell and ache in the best way possible. she crawls back onto the bed, pressing butterfly kisses against his bare skin of his back. yoonsung shivers when her lips graze his left shoulder, the scar flexing over sinewy muscle.
nana pulls back, watching his expression. his lips are pressed in a thin line and his eyes are steady and unwavering, but she can tell how nervous he is by the twitch of his jaw. her fingertips stretch over the ridges of the old wound, lightly tracing and pressing as if it still hurt.
maybe it did.
"was this," her voice breaks a little, and yoonsung winces. "did - did i do this?"
"you didn't know," he says quietly, and nana can't even describe how relieved she feels when she doesn't hear any blame in his voice. "you had no idea it was me."
Re: city hunter, yoonsung/nana #3 [2/2]
anonymous
June 27 2011, 13:32:48 UTC
lol this obvs was supposed to be in the challenge response thread XD and i hope no one saw that ;___; - it doesn't ease the wracking guilt that courses through her, that she's hurt him. yoonsung, the man she can't even stand - can't even stand to be without. her throat burns as her fingers tremble, wandering over the expanse of his back to other scars - older, tougher ones that make heart ache for the yoonsung before, the yoonsung that wasn't lucky enough to escape the terrible, lonely life he had.
"and these ones?" nana asks, almost afraid to hear the stories behind them.
yoonsung laughs, and it's soft and wry and a little sad.
"battle scars. training. landmines. father."
he says these things without any emotion, as if they didn't mean anything to him anymore. nana looks at him, looks at his angular jawline and his sharp cheekbones and his glittering eyes and wonders how on earth he still has so much heart and faith and soul when he's lost so much and gained so little.
yoonsung gasps when he feels nana's lips against the scars on his back, kissing and suckling and laving over the raised skin as if it would heal it. she reaches the one on his shoulder, her one, and yoonsung can't help but close his eyes when she breathes over it, cooing over the scar.
"i would never hurt you," she whispers fiercely against his skin, and he feels the conviction thrum into his nerves. "not on purpose - not if i knew. not even to kiss it better."
nana lets out a surprised squeak when yoonsung turns her over, pinning her between his legs. he kisses her deeply, hands cupping her face and roaming over her hips and clutching her legs. nana kisses him right back, pushing herself flush against his chest and threading her fingers through impossibly soft hair.
"i know," yoonsung mumbles harshly, desperately, against the skin under her earlobe. "i know."
Re: city hunter, yoonsung/nana #3 [2/2]
anonymous
June 27 2011, 15:43:32 UTC
this is great anon. i love city hunter and you got both nana and yoonsung down perfectly and used the prompt well. it's so nice to see kdramafic. there isn't enough of it.
nana curls herself against his warmth, burying her face into the crook of his neck. yoonsung chuckles, and she can feel it reverberating from where her fingertips graze his chest and into her skin.
"if i had known how easy you were," his voice is deep and teasing, and it's ridiculous how it still makes her insides flutter in anticipation. "i would've gotten you in bed much sooner."
nana nips at the hollow of his throat, and yoonsung makes a keening noise that's kind of fucking adorable.
"be careful with what you say," she warns lightly, lifting her head to whisper at his jaw. "i might just flip you over like back in judo training, you unlucky bastard."
yoonsung's eyes darken, molten in a heat that nana isn't sure she can contain, and the corners of his lips lift into a smirk.
"oh, please do."
nana rolls her eyes good-naturedly, before getting out of bed and scooping up his shirt with her. she buttons it on the way to the bathroom, and feels a blush bloom on her cheeks when she hears yoonsung call out have i told you how hot you look in my clothes?
nana comes out a few moments later, decidedly less sticky and gross to find yoonsung lying on his stomach, head resting on his arm and watching her with something in his eyes that makes her heart swell and ache in the best way possible. she crawls back onto the bed, pressing butterfly kisses against his bare skin of his back. yoonsung shivers when her lips graze his left shoulder, the scar flexing over sinewy muscle.
nana pulls back, watching his expression. his lips are pressed in a thin line and his eyes are steady and unwavering, but she can tell how nervous he is by the twitch of his jaw. her fingertips stretch over the ridges of the old wound, lightly tracing and pressing as if it still hurt.
maybe it did.
"was this," her voice breaks a little, and yoonsung winces. "did - did i do this?"
"you didn't know," he says quietly, and nana can't even describe how relieved she feels when she doesn't hear any blame in his voice. "you had no idea it was me."
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it doesn't ease the wracking guilt that courses through her, that she's hurt him. yoonsung, the man she can't even stand - can't even stand to be without. her throat burns as her fingers tremble, wandering over the expanse of his back to other scars - older, tougher ones that make heart ache for the yoonsung before, the yoonsung that wasn't lucky enough to escape the terrible, lonely life he had.
"and these ones?" nana asks, almost afraid to hear the stories behind them.
yoonsung laughs, and it's soft and wry and a little sad.
"battle scars. training. landmines. father."
he says these things without any emotion, as if they didn't mean anything to him anymore. nana looks at him, looks at his angular jawline and his sharp cheekbones and his glittering eyes and wonders how on earth he still has so much heart and faith and soul when he's lost so much and gained so little.
yoonsung gasps when he feels nana's lips against the scars on his back, kissing and suckling and laving over the raised skin as if it would heal it. she reaches the one on his shoulder, her one, and yoonsung can't help but close his eyes when she breathes over it, cooing over the scar.
"i would never hurt you," she whispers fiercely against his skin, and he feels the conviction thrum into his nerves. "not on purpose - not if i knew. not even to kiss it better."
nana lets out a surprised squeak when yoonsung turns her over, pinning her between his legs. he kisses her deeply, hands cupping her face and roaming over her hips and clutching her legs. nana kisses him right back, pushing herself flush against his chest and threading her fingers through impossibly soft hair.
"i know," yoonsung mumbles harshly, desperately, against the skin under her earlobe. "i know."
and nana feels forgiven.
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i love nana and she is perfect in this ;~~;
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