Body Heat
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Author's note: here it is! here it is! the most hentai fic imma post.
Tin, Jia said, hope you'll enjoy the fic. it may not be EXACTLY what you wanted but she did what she could. i was surprise when you texted me about wanting a hentai fic. you dont know how happy you made me that moment. haha.
Disclaimer: this fic is co-written by Jia Zhang (another Yunho lover and LiYin fan. she's ecstatic that they share the same family name) of LiveJournal. she wrote the sex scene and i just added some bits to give the story a "plot" and give reason as to why things are the way they are.
i remember how happy she was when i asked her to write a sex scene. she said and i quote "seriously? i didnt know you had it in you. next thing i know you're a yaoi addict. i'd die from happiness if you really are", indeed i am but she doesnt need to know that. im planning to continue the "good girl" image i potray in LJ. and besides, i dont want her to die. hahaha.
Warning: sex scene ahead. not for minors and the faint hearted.
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The apartment door swings open with a shriek, and he pulls her in by the arm, leaning her up against the wall. Yoochun presses his lips to hers firmly as he swings the door closed. He grins wickedly, flashing white teeth in the dark, transforming him into the novella tales of a seductive vampire. His skin is like the moon in darkness of the room—formed from silver and shining unopposed in the darkness and his arms feel firm as stone as he pushes his body against hers.
Kristine wraps her arms around him as he crushes her lips in a passionate kiss, sucking tenderly on her bottom lip as he presses her up against the cold wall of the foyer. She gasps lightly as she feels his throbbing flesh against her; he ignores her timid cry as his lips descend upon the soft spot beneath her ear. He trails a line of butterfly kisses against her neck, and she breathes heavily as she feels the delicateness of his teeth against her pulse.
He smirks in amusement as he feels the quick beats of her heart. His lips descend upon her mouth in maddening lust as he presses deeper into her, slipping his tongue into her mouth, tasting her, making her body shudder with desire. She doesn’t struggle at all; she feels weak and strong and utterly in control as she grabs at his clothes, attempting to reach beneath them for his skin. He nibbles along her jaw as he stands between her, running his hands along the softness of her thigh, reaching underneath her pale, alabaster dress.
“Yoo...chun...” Kristine whispers huskily as she draws him closer to her, fingering the collar of his shirt.
The dark haired man grins as his strong hands reach further and further beneath her dress. She breathes heavily as he presses closer to her, pushing her higher against the wall, her small weight resting upon him. Her hands roam possessively across his back, her fingers weaving through his silky black locks. She moans as he draws his teeth against her neck, sucking on the soft skin as his hand finally reached their destination - that sweet spot in between her thighs, his fingertips hooking the edges of her silky undergarments.
She moans out loud, anxiously in anticipation, her hands grasping the edges of his collar—he stops and looks at her with bright eyes that seemed almost blue in the darkness of the room.
“Shhh…” she whispers as she presses her lips to his. “Are you nervous?”
“No…but if he finds out…”
“he won’t…babe…he won’t…” she smirks as she kisses him. She shivers as his tongue presses against hers, the heat of him melting into her body.
His fingertips graze against her soft thigh as he takes a hold of the edges of black silk—she moans and gasps as his hands pushed up her dress and slowly pulls down her undergarments, letting them fall carelessly onto the ground. She gasps heavily as grabs onto his shoulders, feeling his hand slip between her legs, stroking carefully, taking his time with her, tempting her, making her hot all over as he pushes closer into her.
“Hah…ah…” she cries lightly as straps of her dress slip loosely around her shoulders. His soft lips descend upon the smooth, pale skin of her collarbone as his free hand drags her dress lower and lower, exposing soft, supple breasts. His tongue smoothes her skin, teasing her, tasting her, and she moans as she feels his lips against the tender skin of her bosom. Her hands comb wildly through his hair as takes her breast between his lips, his tongue circling lightly around her nipple as his hands snake around her stomach.
He brings him up towards her, tearing off his black jacket, throwing it careless onto the ground as she kisses his lips—she pulls apart the buttons of his white shirt, letting her hands roam possessively across his alabaster skin. She kisses his neck as she fingers the edges of his trousers, massaging his throbbing flesh through the fabric. She smiles pleasingly as he moans her name, grabbing onto her hungrily.
Yoochun lifts her up easily as Kristine’s legs wrap around him, holding his cheeks in her hands—he kisses her fervently as he carries her towards the bedroom, feeling her cool fingertips against the base of his neck. Pushing open the door carelessly, he tosses her onto the bed. She pants as she gazes at him, her eyes half-lidded in lust, her bosom heaving, midnight tresses dancing against her moonbeam skin.
He licks his lips as he stares at her, throwing off his shirt as she pulls herself up. She grabs him by his belt, and pulls him to the edge of the bed. She kisses his stomach as her fingers carefully unthread his belt, letting it fall loosely onto the ground. His thumb strokes her cheek lovingly as she looks up at up, her nimble fingers quickly undoing the zipper of his trousers—they fall slowly as he leans her back down on the bed. He crawls over her, pulling the top of her dress down, letting it sit comfortably by her hips.
“We’re bad, aren’t we?” he says huskily as he leans in by her ear.
“Probably,” she returns as her finger feel the edge of his boxer-briefs, delicately and arduously pulling them off, feeling his hardness between her hands as she tosses the frail fabric across the room. He presses into her; and she gasps as she feels him at her entrance. His strong hands reach for her hips, pulling her higher as he kisses her lips possessively.
“But remember, this was your idea…” he grins at her
Kristine bites her lip, suppressing a gasp and a moan as Yoochun slips inside of her - God he's big. one of the reasons she's addicted to him - pulling her hips closer to him as her name dances between his lips. She wraps her arms around his shoulders as he leans them up—he’s slow as he moves, and she gasps his name breathily as her fingers crawl to the base of his neck. Their noses touch lightly as he thrusts into her, and gasps quickly, short breathes as she quivers under his rhythm, moving in sync against him. She felt hot and warm, heated by electricity and the friction of their bodies together.
“God…hn…you’re tight,” he mutters as kisses her, letting his hands circle around her lithe waist.
She gasps in a small laugh as he pumps faster and quicker against her, riding her harder as she holds onto him tightly. “I—ah!—don’t…don’t do this…often with him” she cries out softly as she felt him slip deeper and deeper into her. “Y-You…hah…can’t expect me to…be that…good…”
“Oh, but you’re very good,” he grins as her hands dig into him.
They fall back onto the bed as the phone suddenly rings—Yoochun ignores it as she holds firmly onto her hips, thrusting faster and quicker and harder into her, causing Kristine to purr and gasp his name over and over again. But the ringing doesn’t stop. Kristine curses irritably as she grabs for the phone as Yoochun steadied into a slow, tempting and teasing rhythm.
“Yeoboseyo?” she answers, annoyed, carefully containing her breathing and her words. “Yes…Jae…No, I’m alone…I just arrived.”
Yoochun smirks as he watches Kristine squirm beneath his body, her eyes begging for him to go faster. He took one breast and sucked on it, teasing her. she bit her lip as to stop a moan of pleasure. she then squeezed her inner muscles as revenge, making him feel more tight & hot inside her. it was his turn to bite his lips to suppress a sound.
“No…no…yes…I’m fine…absolutely…of course…listen, I’m kind of busy right now, so I’ll…call you later, okay? Yes…of course…good night.” she hangs up the phone and tosses it away carelessly, and it falls to the floor with a soft crack. “I think I broke it,” she murmurs as he leans in towards her. he takes her mouth hungrily as he grants her wish and moves faster into her, causing her to gasp in soft delight.
“We…are…awful, you know,” he manages to choke out as she holds onto him, feels himself suddenly becoming lightly; the blood was rushing out of his head, and she was coming to her climax.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she says with a seductive grin as he felt the rush warming his body into a trillion degrees. “Last time I remembered, I’m making love to the man I love…not the one I was forced to marry…”
She doesn’t utter another word as she kisses him again, and he moves into her, faster, letting his body move in time with his heart—and the rush comes, and he grunts as he climaxes, spilling an ocean of ivory into her as she cries out his name. He falls into her, their bodies melting against each other. He gasps heavily for air as he leans into her, throwing the blanket over them, staring deeply into her lidded eyes. She smiles at her as she kisses him softly on the lips, holding onto him tightly, feeling the quick beats of their hearts moving as one.
“You’re dangerous, and you’re bad,” he says softly. “And so am I.”
“And it’s killing me when you’re not around,” she says seriously as she stares into his eyes. “I mean it.”
he smiles lovingly at her as he pulls her close into him in a warm embrace. he stares into her eyes with all sincerity “I love you, Tin. only you. always remember that."
She felt hot liquid stream down her face. she burried her face at the crook of his neck. she didnt want him to see her cry. she promised him she'll try to be happy but not being with him makes it hard.
He let her cry. perhaps it's the only thing he can do. he wanted to be with her, make love to her everytime. be the one beside her when she wakes up in the morning. be the guy who can proudly claim her as his wife.
But reality is their biggest obstacle now. she was married and a little over a month, he will be too.
They spent the entire night in silence. embracing each other, treasuring that moment for they know the next day they will return to the ones they have been committed to.
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End notes: i just HAVE to have end notes. hahaha.
my fave part was the phone interruption. kekeke. i can imagine Jae being concerned and all not knowing her wife was "enjoying" with another guy. just the vulgarity & vulnerability of it makes me a happy hentai fan.
oh and Yoochun is a painter diay. something Tin wants but we didnt have a chance to incorporate into the fic.
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