Thursday, February 16, 2012

Visual Dreams (R18+)

Maybe it was a dream or maybe it wasn't.

All she knew was that she never wanted for it to end.

His calloused hands against her smooth moulds, rubbing sensually before giving them a small squeeze. Her moans were soft, cute and uncertain, unlike all the other women he had bedded. She was innocent, pure and untainted. "Are you sure you want this?" he voice was rough with lust, but he would stop if she refused. She was all he had and all he ever wanted. "You're asking me this now?" she breathed out as his hands made their way to the hem of her pants, her own were on his broad shoulders.

The pair of jeans sliding down her thighs had never felt so arousing before, she could feel her wet panties rubbing against her core as he covered her lips with his own in a passionate kiss. Prying her lips open to only allow his slick wet muscle in, the bitter sweet taste of the chocolate that she ate a few moments ago still lingered in her mouth.

"Please," she moaned as his as he pulled away from her, his fingers slipping underneath the wet silky material that covered her most intimate parts. "You're really dirty aren't you? Do hear does dirty sounds coming from you?" he smirked, licking her collarbone while he slipped one of his fingers deep into her wet core, the squelching sound of his digit entering made him hard. The sweet gasp left her lips as her core tightened around his finger.

"You're so tight."

"Stop teasing you jerk," she moaned when his thumb rubbed against her love button, making her nails dig into his shoulder in pleasure. "You like it," he chuckled "No.. ah! I don't!" her voice raised as he added another finger "That's not what your body is telling me," he pulled out his fingers and showed her the sticky substance on his fingers. Her cheeks were coloured red as she watched him slowly lap the salty sweet substance up on his digits slowly. "You're... undeniably, delicious," he loved watching her squirm at his words, how cute and naive.

It was painful, her tears fell as he had broke into her untouched core. He whispered sweet and soothing words, kissing away the tears that fell from her eyes. "Move," she cried into his chest. Without even a warning he pulled out and slammed back into her, diving deep into her core. His name left her lips in a rough scream.

When the pain faded away, she could only feel the pleasure and ecstasy when he filled her.

"Harder!! Oh god!"

"Ahh ah ah! Don't.. stop... ha..."

"I'm-"


One Two Three Four it’s tingly omona
One Two Three Four I want you, already, I
One Two Three Four want my honest feelings to be discovered, I’ll let you hear it
Moist, moist moist, oh, on my sweet lips
Come Come Come slowly, that’s right, come to me.
Tic Tac Toe oh I’ve dizzily fallen deeply for you, I’ve melted


She jolted out of bed as the phone on her alarm continued ringing. "Shit! I'M LATE!!!" scrambling out of the small bed, she began her daily routine of being a klutz.

Feeling these emotions for the first time My Deep Love Core
My face grows hot, this moment is stifling, what do I do
I’m trembling
Boy boy boy boy bo bo bo boy boy boy boy
I worry and worry but I don’t know what to do
Just thinking about it, I really don’t know oh how to do my first kiss
Just wait a minute?
Boy boy boy boy bo bo bo boy boy boy boy
Don’t hesitate my love get into my core

Picking up her phone she blushed as she shut the alarm off... the song reminded her. "I knew it was too good to be true," she sighed as she walked into her office. "Late again, seriously, what part of get to work on time don't you understand," the man asked as he walked past her to only smack her over the head. She blush, remembering the dream that he partook in. "No snarky comeback today Ms.Tardy?" he looked at her, rather curious about the deep red set on her face.

-Naito Ryuu-

A/N: If you're wondering about the italics, it's the English translation of SNSD's Visual Dreams song which inspired me to do this smut lol XD please don't steal my smut T~T

Disclaimer: SNSD and their songs do not belong to me.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

He Loves Me Not

Sitting by the window in the still night, she breathed in calmly. She held a flower, a daisy to be exact, the thin green stem rolling between the tips of her petite fingers.

"He loves me"

She pulled off one of the fragile white petals and let it fall to the floor with it's gentle swaying motion.

"He loves me not"

"Oi! What the hell are you doing out here in the rain woman?!?!" he shouted as he rushed towards her with an umbrella, his cigarette fell from his lips while he did so. "Fuck!" he swore as he stood beside her, under the umbrella.

With a small smile she continued on plucking another petal off the pretty flower.

"He loves me"

Off with a petal...

"He loves me not"

"Hey... are you hungry?" he asked, a tint of pink tainting his cheeks "Not that I care about you, but I'm starving and since we're heading back in the same-" he was cut of with a "Yes". That was the first time she saw his smile.

"He loves me"

"He loves me not"

"GO HOME THEN!" he had slammed the door shut. Tears were falling from her large doe like eyes. She had refused to tell him about her family problems, they were only bruises and they would heal in time, as long as she had him. Everything would be alright as long as she had him by her side. The door slammed open, his face was still red from anger but his eyes have softened. Making his way towards her quickly, he embraced her in a warm hug, his large arms going around her. "I'm sorry," he whispered softly.

"He loves me"

She let out a small yawn as she looked at the clock on the wall, it's hands were vertically aligned in the middle, telling her that it's already midnight. But she continued on with the daisy which was starting to bald.

"He loves me not"

"I WILL REPORT YOU FOR ABUSE YOU OLD BASTARD!" he shouted at whom she called her father. She didn't want him to see her in this state, helpless and in pain. Her father had beaten her, calling her a slut for having come home late. She had not mean to call him but her hands instinctively pressed her the keypad on her phone, having his number on speed dial. He had barged into her house like a knight in shining armor and threatened her father for abusing her.

"He loves me"

"He loves me not"

Moving in with a man 9 years older than her was a risky move but he had insisted on it. "I don't want that old man near you, not when I'm not around," he had reasoned. "Aren't you an old man too?" she asked "I'm sorry, would you repeat that?" he asked with a rather irked expression on his face "You're old right?" she asked with a grin "I'm still in my early twenties!! 24 IS NOT OLD!!!" he roared.

Giggling at the memory, she continued on.

"He loves me"

"He loves me not"

"Thank you," she smiled "What the hell are you thanking me for?" he scowled with a blush on his face as he pour himself a cup of coffee "Thank you for saving me, on that rainy night and when I needed you the most, thank you," she cried.

"He loves me"

"He loves me not"

"Hey, didn't I tell you not to wait up for me?"

The familiar, soothing voice had startled her, making her jump a little bit before placing the flower down on the windowsill.

"What the hell are you doing making a mess for?" he asked when he spotted the pure white petals on the ground "I was playing He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not," she got up from her chair and walked over to him.   "That's a stupid game when the answer is obvious," he pat her on the head. She smiled, a warm smile before tiptoeing up to peck him on the cheek.

"I love you too!!" she grinned as he blushed beet root red, covering the bottom half of his face in embarrassment.

Written by Naito Ryuu

A/N: Please don't steal QAQ