[fic] A Theory Of Porno VII (Yunho/OFC) PWP
Title: A Theory of Porno VII
Genre: Erotica
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Uh, smut? LOL. Also, it's been 3 weeks since I've written ANYTHING so this is going to be rusty...
1316 wc
Comments: The ~OFFICIAL~ pairing for this is Yunho/Nikki. (I don't remember, but I promised her bathroom smut with Yunho back in August? LOL) I wrote this for beeswaxing and with her in mind, but it's written in the way that you can pretend it's yourself if you'd like... Or pretend it's Lee Hyori / Genderbent Jae / BoA, iduncurr. n____n Enjoy! ♥
♫ I must confess, I’m addicted to this / Send your kiss straight through my chest / I can’t deny, I’d die without this / Make me feel like a god / Music, love, and sex ♫ - [Adrenalize - In This Moment]
“Come a little bit closer...” You whisper, fingers tangling in medium-length brown hair as you jerk his face closer to yours, lips barely touching as you breathe against his mouth. Oh how desperately you want to take that full bottom lip between your teeth and nibble, but you have a little thing called control tight in your grasp, something of which you doubt he knows.
But he’s about to learn.
Yunho presses tight against you, lifting your thigh so he can rest you on the marble surface of the luxurious bathroom. A deep, alabaster sink rests several inches to your right, and you’re both far enough away that he can comfortably rest his palm in the space available. The marble surface is chilled beneath your thin clothing, quick as it disappears, and does little to soothe the eternal burn of your body. There is only one thing that can sate the hunger within you, and you’ve begun to fear you may go insane during the chase before you will reach it.
Lust spools into your bloodstream, a slow but all-consuming heat that starts in your stomach and spreads to the tips of your fingers and toes. It’s too much, too hot - i’m melting - but you’re helpless, blunt nails digging into the curve of his shoulder blades as you pull your bodies impossibly closer.
It’s not enough.
The rest of your clothes flutter to the floor, naked skin on skin and sweat making the slide of your bodies a little more slick. A breath catches in the back of your throat, a stuttering moan, as he rolls his hips against you so perfectly it has you curling your toes. His hardness brushes against your molten core, teasing you, tempting you, and you’re at a loss for all of the things you want.
You want to be on your knees for him. You want his face between your thighs. You want him in you, on you, surrounding you... But time won’t permit it.
Yunho rolls his hips again, pulling a breathy utterance from your plush lips, just as you let your nails rake down his back. He is such a fucking tease and he knows it, but there isn’t enough time. The scratches will serve as a reminder of his insolence.
“I need - ” you gasp, grabbing the swell of his ass as you pull him close to you again. This time it’s you who’s in control, the real you that is the wicked temptress capable of making sane men made.
And that’s just what you’ll do.
“What do you need?” he asks, voice low and breath hot against the curve of your throat.
“ - to feel - ” You inhale sharp as your fingers curl around his thickness, forcing his cock inside your slick depths. He goes tense, a hand clutching so tight around your thigh you know there will be bruises not before long. He fills you so deeply, so completely, and it touches a part of you that has you juddering in his arms.
Fingers pull and twist at your nipples, sending sparks of pleasure-pain throughout your being as he begins his slow descent. It’s maddeningly perfect, your body pulling taught and back arching. Closer - there’s so much need clawing at your insides that you begin to slowly lose yourself. Not yet not yet, you beg yourself, just a little bit more...
“Harder,” you purr as gutturally as you can manager, looking up at him with half-lid eyes. The sight you behold has your brain short-circuiting, your breath stopping short in your chest. In that moment you know nothing more than the all-consuming look he spares you. His eyes are narrowed and darkened by desire, clouded by the one thing you both have in common: need.
He needs you just as much as you need this.
Yunho looks at you like you’re a fucking queen, like he’s ready to bow down and kiss the ground you’ve walked upon. He looks at you like you’re the only thing that matters in this moment, the only thing that has ever mattered - like this is the moment he’s been living for his entire life.
It’s a look that goes straight through your chest, burns at your heart, and you can’t deny it’s these things you would die without.
It has only just begun, and Yunho is a man broken in your arms, leaving in his place a wild beast you are proud to have summoned. Now, finally, you can feed.
He finally picks up the pace, hips pistoning in and out of you until he settles at a brutal momentum that has you throwing your head back and letting out a low, keening cry. The best thing about Yunho is his cock, because it’s thick and it’s long and you don’t think you’ve been with a man this big in quite some time. He knows how to use it, too. He stretches you, plunging further and further until he finally touches the deepest part of you. Your whole being trembles with shock after shock of pleasure, legs circling tight around his waist as a particularly strong surge possesses you.
Then he slows, and leans down to press his lips just above the swell of your breast, right above your heart. And it burns, it sears and it drives you mad. He kisses you there one more time before his mouth descends upon a hard, pinkened nipple, teeth digging into the supple flesh.
You scream.
Yunho does it again. And again. And again, until you’re biting into his shoulder, right above the hollow of his throat as your fingers tangle in his hair. You need to silence yourself, but more than that you want him to stop before he makes you give in.
But you’re already gone.
Fuck, it hurts, but it hurts so damn good that you just keep asking for more. At least, you think you might be, though it’s hard to tell at this point because you’ve lost all sense of yourself. All you know is this bliss, this addiction and indulgence, and you won’t be able to find yourself again anytime soon.
One moment you’re whimpering and trembling in his grasp, tasting sweat and breathing in musk, and the next you’re free. You’re flying. You’re floating on clouds as pleasure bursts forth from you, and you drink it all up because if you don’t, you will starve.
Yunho goes still in your arms, crying out his release just as you’ve finished taking your fill. His eyes flutter shut, body sagging against you, but you prod him back to reality with a swipe of your tongue to his cheek. His skin tastes so good, so innately raw and him that you wouldn’t mind crawling in bed with him and tasting everywhere else.
He slips from you just as you take a deep breath, taking in the scent of sex that has your mouth watering and quim aching for another go. But you’re tired and your ass is sore, though unfortunately not in ways that you wish it was. The maddening hunger, though abated for now, is always omnipresent and is like a reminder in the back of your mind. Yunho has a potential that has your entire body singing with a rush of adrenaline. He looks at you and you feel like a fucking god, and that’s when you know:
You’d die without him.
♫ So tell me, can you feel this? / Come into my dream / Are you ready to awaken? ♫
Genre: Erotica
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Uh, smut? LOL. Also, it's been 3 weeks since I've written ANYTHING so this is going to be rusty...
1316 wc
Comments: The ~OFFICIAL~ pairing for this is Yunho/Nikki. (I don't remember, but I promised her bathroom smut with Yunho back in August? LOL) I wrote this for beeswaxing and with her in mind, but it's written in the way that you can pretend it's yourself if you'd like... Or pretend it's Lee Hyori / Genderbent Jae / BoA, iduncurr. n____n Enjoy! ♥
♫ I must confess, I’m addicted to this / Send your kiss straight through my chest / I can’t deny, I’d die without this / Make me feel like a god / Music, love, and sex ♫ - [Adrenalize - In This Moment]
“Come a little bit closer...” You whisper, fingers tangling in medium-length brown hair as you jerk his face closer to yours, lips barely touching as you breathe against his mouth. Oh how desperately you want to take that full bottom lip between your teeth and nibble, but you have a little thing called control tight in your grasp, something of which you doubt he knows.
But he’s about to learn.
Yunho presses tight against you, lifting your thigh so he can rest you on the marble surface of the luxurious bathroom. A deep, alabaster sink rests several inches to your right, and you’re both far enough away that he can comfortably rest his palm in the space available. The marble surface is chilled beneath your thin clothing, quick as it disappears, and does little to soothe the eternal burn of your body. There is only one thing that can sate the hunger within you, and you’ve begun to fear you may go insane during the chase before you will reach it.
Lust spools into your bloodstream, a slow but all-consuming heat that starts in your stomach and spreads to the tips of your fingers and toes. It’s too much, too hot - i’m melting - but you’re helpless, blunt nails digging into the curve of his shoulder blades as you pull your bodies impossibly closer.
It’s not enough.
The rest of your clothes flutter to the floor, naked skin on skin and sweat making the slide of your bodies a little more slick. A breath catches in the back of your throat, a stuttering moan, as he rolls his hips against you so perfectly it has you curling your toes. His hardness brushes against your molten core, teasing you, tempting you, and you’re at a loss for all of the things you want.
You want to be on your knees for him. You want his face between your thighs. You want him in you, on you, surrounding you... But time won’t permit it.
Yunho rolls his hips again, pulling a breathy utterance from your plush lips, just as you let your nails rake down his back. He is such a fucking tease and he knows it, but there isn’t enough time. The scratches will serve as a reminder of his insolence.
“I need - ” you gasp, grabbing the swell of his ass as you pull him close to you again. This time it’s you who’s in control, the real you that is the wicked temptress capable of making sane men made.
And that’s just what you’ll do.
“What do you need?” he asks, voice low and breath hot against the curve of your throat.
“ - to feel - ” You inhale sharp as your fingers curl around his thickness, forcing his cock inside your slick depths. He goes tense, a hand clutching so tight around your thigh you know there will be bruises not before long. He fills you so deeply, so completely, and it touches a part of you that has you juddering in his arms.
Fingers pull and twist at your nipples, sending sparks of pleasure-pain throughout your being as he begins his slow descent. It’s maddeningly perfect, your body pulling taught and back arching. Closer - there’s so much need clawing at your insides that you begin to slowly lose yourself. Not yet not yet, you beg yourself, just a little bit more...
“Harder,” you purr as gutturally as you can manager, looking up at him with half-lid eyes. The sight you behold has your brain short-circuiting, your breath stopping short in your chest. In that moment you know nothing more than the all-consuming look he spares you. His eyes are narrowed and darkened by desire, clouded by the one thing you both have in common: need.
He needs you just as much as you need this.
Yunho looks at you like you’re a fucking queen, like he’s ready to bow down and kiss the ground you’ve walked upon. He looks at you like you’re the only thing that matters in this moment, the only thing that has ever mattered - like this is the moment he’s been living for his entire life.
It’s a look that goes straight through your chest, burns at your heart, and you can’t deny it’s these things you would die without.
It has only just begun, and Yunho is a man broken in your arms, leaving in his place a wild beast you are proud to have summoned. Now, finally, you can feed.
He finally picks up the pace, hips pistoning in and out of you until he settles at a brutal momentum that has you throwing your head back and letting out a low, keening cry. The best thing about Yunho is his cock, because it’s thick and it’s long and you don’t think you’ve been with a man this big in quite some time. He knows how to use it, too. He stretches you, plunging further and further until he finally touches the deepest part of you. Your whole being trembles with shock after shock of pleasure, legs circling tight around his waist as a particularly strong surge possesses you.
Then he slows, and leans down to press his lips just above the swell of your breast, right above your heart. And it burns, it sears and it drives you mad. He kisses you there one more time before his mouth descends upon a hard, pinkened nipple, teeth digging into the supple flesh.
You scream.
Yunho does it again. And again. And again, until you’re biting into his shoulder, right above the hollow of his throat as your fingers tangle in his hair. You need to silence yourself, but more than that you want him to stop before he makes you give in.
But you’re already gone.
Fuck, it hurts, but it hurts so damn good that you just keep asking for more. At least, you think you might be, though it’s hard to tell at this point because you’ve lost all sense of yourself. All you know is this bliss, this addiction and indulgence, and you won’t be able to find yourself again anytime soon.
One moment you’re whimpering and trembling in his grasp, tasting sweat and breathing in musk, and the next you’re free. You’re flying. You’re floating on clouds as pleasure bursts forth from you, and you drink it all up because if you don’t, you will starve.
Yunho goes still in your arms, crying out his release just as you’ve finished taking your fill. His eyes flutter shut, body sagging against you, but you prod him back to reality with a swipe of your tongue to his cheek. His skin tastes so good, so innately raw and him that you wouldn’t mind crawling in bed with him and tasting everywhere else.
He slips from you just as you take a deep breath, taking in the scent of sex that has your mouth watering and quim aching for another go. But you’re tired and your ass is sore, though unfortunately not in ways that you wish it was. The maddening hunger, though abated for now, is always omnipresent and is like a reminder in the back of your mind. Yunho has a potential that has your entire body singing with a rush of adrenaline. He looks at you and you feel like a fucking god, and that’s when you know:
You’d die without him.
♫ So tell me, can you feel this? / Come into my dream / Are you ready to awaken? ♫