The Way it Is
Title: The Way it Is
Author: Pinkframe
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kim Jaejoong/ Hwang Tiffany
Genre: Smut, Angst
Concrit: Yeppers
Summary: Jaejoong and Tiffany have a secret.
There was a knock on the door. She had been waiting for that knock for over an hour.
She stood to her feet and walked over. Every step was shaky. She was terrified that they would be caught, afraid that the small balance they had created would fall apart if even one little thing went wrong.
“Are you staying with the girls tonight?” Heechul had asked her as she put her jacket on right outside the door to his apartment.
“Yeah,” she had lied in response, before kissing him lightly on the lips. He watched as she walked away and she awkwardly waited for the elevator to arrive. She smiled at him as she stepped in, wondering if he knew where she was going. She hoped and prayed that he didn’t.
She opened the hotel door slowly, peaking around it to make sure that it was exactly who it was supposed to be. She barely saw his charcoal eyes before his lips were on hers and he was exploring every inch of her mouth with his tongue. As the door closed he turned her around, throwing her against it. He cupped her face in his hands as she ran her hands through his hair.
When they finally broke their kiss she spoke through swollen lips in a whisper, “Where does Dana think you are?”
“With my family,” he whispered, letting the air from his mouth brush against her lips.
“Good,” she whispered back, before wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling herself up to kiss him hard.
She jumped on him, wrapping her legs around his waist and he carried her to the bed. He tossed her onto it without breaking the kiss. She was on her knees to stay at his height. Her fingers trailed the bottom of his jacket and before she knew it she was stripping it off of him and moving for his shirt. She broke the kiss to admire his bare chest, running a hand up and down his chest and abs.
Tired of waiting as she admired him, he pulled her shirt off and pushed her down on the bed. He crawled on top of her, kissing a trail from her navel to her lips before moving to suck on the side of her neck. Her back arched from the sensation of his lips on her neck. He was grinding against her, she could feel him bulging in his pants on her leg.
He moved his attention back to her mouth as he ran a hand down her stomach to unbutton her pants. He pulled at them and she wiggled to get them off, creating extra bits of friction against his contained erection. Once they were off he played with the fabric on her underwear, teasing her entrance with the prospect of his fingers. He could tell that she was more than ready for him.
They broke their kiss again and he looked into her eyes. They were begging him, begging him to just do it and get it over with. He loved the way she looked when she wanted something from him. It was what had started all of it. The day when it had all begun, at the SM building, she had come up to him with a simple request, “Jaejoong oppa, would you mind giving this to Junsu oppa. He let me borrow it and I keep meaning to give it back but I never see him.”
She moaned as his fingers entered her. She reached her hands behind her head, grabbing onto the headboard as she moved in sync with his fingers. He stuck his tongue out a little as he watched her writhing from his force. Her breath was heavy, little drops of sweat were forming at the top of her head. She tightened around him as she came, gasping for air as he pulled his fingers out and moved up to kiss her on the lips.
After a short time at his lips, she pushed him over, taking control of the situation. She unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off of him, and then quickly removed his boxers as well. Again she stared in awe of him, his erect member waiting for her to make her move.
“Damn it, Tiffany, do something,” he begged, throwing a hand to his forehead and taking a few breaths. He gasped as she took him fully into her mouth. He grabbed her hair and forced her to move at the speed he wanted. She worked her mouth up and down him, tasting the salty glory that was his precome.
Tiffany loved being in control, having Jaejoong right where she wanted him. She loved the way he tasted, the way he felt in her mouth. There was something epic about him. For so long she had watched him from afar, dreaming of the day she would be able to make him hers. She had watched him on stage. She had spent time with him, just as friends. There was even a time she had given up on him.
“Stop,” he whispered weakly.
She listened, looking up at him. His breaths were shallow and rushed. She didn’t understand why he was asking her to stop. So many times they had done it. So many times she had tasted everything he had to offer. She didn’t want him to stop her now, not before she had finished him off.
“Why?” she asked, moving up and kissing him on the lips.
“I want you,” he told her, rolling her over so that he was on top.
She nodded and he guided himself in. She moaned as he entered her, more than pleased at the new sensation. He had never wanted it before. She wondered what had made him change his mind. He rolled his hips with speed and precision, each thrust slow, deep and calculated.
“Oppa,” she called, repeating it over and over as she dug her nails into his back. She wanted to close her eyes as he rode her, but she couldn’t take them off of his face. His eyes were hazy, his lips just slightly pouted.
He sped up as his orgasm became immanent, rocking her forcefully. She screamed as she came for a second time, tightening around him and bringing him with her. He collapsed on the bed next to her, gasping for air.
She rolled over and laid her head on his bare chest. He wrapped an arm around her and began to play with her hair. There they stayed, silently, for twenty minutes. She dozed as he ran his hands over her body, feeling every inch of her perfectly soft, milky skin.
Then he got up and found his clothes and put them on. She sat up, not bothering to cover herself, and watched him. It was painful to watch him dress. “Do you have to go?” she asked, feeling like a child.
“Yeah,” he replied, his voice husky and tired.
“Why don’t we just end it with them? Why can’t we just be together?” she begged. It wasn’t the first time she had asked him these questions, and it wouldn’t be the last.
“This is just the way it is,” he said, putting his jacket back on.
“But why?”
“I’ve got to go, Tiffany,” he said, moving toward the door.
“But where?”
“I’ll see you here Friday?” he asked, opening the door and looking at her.
“Yeah,” she told him, the words getting caught in her throat. “I love you,” she whispered as soon as the door was shut.
Author: Pinkframe
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kim Jaejoong/ Hwang Tiffany
Genre: Smut, Angst
Concrit: Yeppers
Summary: Jaejoong and Tiffany have a secret.
There was a knock on the door. She had been waiting for that knock for over an hour.
She stood to her feet and walked over. Every step was shaky. She was terrified that they would be caught, afraid that the small balance they had created would fall apart if even one little thing went wrong.
“Are you staying with the girls tonight?” Heechul had asked her as she put her jacket on right outside the door to his apartment.
“Yeah,” she had lied in response, before kissing him lightly on the lips. He watched as she walked away and she awkwardly waited for the elevator to arrive. She smiled at him as she stepped in, wondering if he knew where she was going. She hoped and prayed that he didn’t.
She opened the hotel door slowly, peaking around it to make sure that it was exactly who it was supposed to be. She barely saw his charcoal eyes before his lips were on hers and he was exploring every inch of her mouth with his tongue. As the door closed he turned her around, throwing her against it. He cupped her face in his hands as she ran her hands through his hair.
When they finally broke their kiss she spoke through swollen lips in a whisper, “Where does Dana think you are?”
“With my family,” he whispered, letting the air from his mouth brush against her lips.
“Good,” she whispered back, before wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling herself up to kiss him hard.
She jumped on him, wrapping her legs around his waist and he carried her to the bed. He tossed her onto it without breaking the kiss. She was on her knees to stay at his height. Her fingers trailed the bottom of his jacket and before she knew it she was stripping it off of him and moving for his shirt. She broke the kiss to admire his bare chest, running a hand up and down his chest and abs.
Tired of waiting as she admired him, he pulled her shirt off and pushed her down on the bed. He crawled on top of her, kissing a trail from her navel to her lips before moving to suck on the side of her neck. Her back arched from the sensation of his lips on her neck. He was grinding against her, she could feel him bulging in his pants on her leg.
He moved his attention back to her mouth as he ran a hand down her stomach to unbutton her pants. He pulled at them and she wiggled to get them off, creating extra bits of friction against his contained erection. Once they were off he played with the fabric on her underwear, teasing her entrance with the prospect of his fingers. He could tell that she was more than ready for him.
They broke their kiss again and he looked into her eyes. They were begging him, begging him to just do it and get it over with. He loved the way she looked when she wanted something from him. It was what had started all of it. The day when it had all begun, at the SM building, she had come up to him with a simple request, “Jaejoong oppa, would you mind giving this to Junsu oppa. He let me borrow it and I keep meaning to give it back but I never see him.”
She moaned as his fingers entered her. She reached her hands behind her head, grabbing onto the headboard as she moved in sync with his fingers. He stuck his tongue out a little as he watched her writhing from his force. Her breath was heavy, little drops of sweat were forming at the top of her head. She tightened around him as she came, gasping for air as he pulled his fingers out and moved up to kiss her on the lips.
After a short time at his lips, she pushed him over, taking control of the situation. She unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off of him, and then quickly removed his boxers as well. Again she stared in awe of him, his erect member waiting for her to make her move.
“Damn it, Tiffany, do something,” he begged, throwing a hand to his forehead and taking a few breaths. He gasped as she took him fully into her mouth. He grabbed her hair and forced her to move at the speed he wanted. She worked her mouth up and down him, tasting the salty glory that was his precome.
Tiffany loved being in control, having Jaejoong right where she wanted him. She loved the way he tasted, the way he felt in her mouth. There was something epic about him. For so long she had watched him from afar, dreaming of the day she would be able to make him hers. She had watched him on stage. She had spent time with him, just as friends. There was even a time she had given up on him.
“Stop,” he whispered weakly.
She listened, looking up at him. His breaths were shallow and rushed. She didn’t understand why he was asking her to stop. So many times they had done it. So many times she had tasted everything he had to offer. She didn’t want him to stop her now, not before she had finished him off.
“Why?” she asked, moving up and kissing him on the lips.
“I want you,” he told her, rolling her over so that he was on top.
She nodded and he guided himself in. She moaned as he entered her, more than pleased at the new sensation. He had never wanted it before. She wondered what had made him change his mind. He rolled his hips with speed and precision, each thrust slow, deep and calculated.
“Oppa,” she called, repeating it over and over as she dug her nails into his back. She wanted to close her eyes as he rode her, but she couldn’t take them off of his face. His eyes were hazy, his lips just slightly pouted.
He sped up as his orgasm became immanent, rocking her forcefully. She screamed as she came for a second time, tightening around him and bringing him with her. He collapsed on the bed next to her, gasping for air.
She rolled over and laid her head on his bare chest. He wrapped an arm around her and began to play with her hair. There they stayed, silently, for twenty minutes. She dozed as he ran his hands over her body, feeling every inch of her perfectly soft, milky skin.
Then he got up and found his clothes and put them on. She sat up, not bothering to cover herself, and watched him. It was painful to watch him dress. “Do you have to go?” she asked, feeling like a child.
“Yeah,” he replied, his voice husky and tired.
“Why don’t we just end it with them? Why can’t we just be together?” she begged. It wasn’t the first time she had asked him these questions, and it wouldn’t be the last.
“This is just the way it is,” he said, putting his jacket back on.
“But why?”
“I’ve got to go, Tiffany,” he said, moving toward the door.
“But where?”
“I’ll see you here Friday?” he asked, opening the door and looking at her.
“Yeah,” she told him, the words getting caught in her throat. “I love you,” she whispered as soon as the door was shut.