001. Freefall, Eeteuk/Kangin
Title: Succumbing to the Pleasure
Theme: 001. Freefall, Eeteuk/Kangin
Genre: Smut, Genderswitch
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: female!Eeteuk/Kangin
Summary: Sex.
Warning: Genderswitch!
A/N: No plot, just straight up sex.
Your hands are cold as I feel them against my neck; a different feeling from your warm breath which runs down my spine and I shiver dangerously from your delicate touch. We are lying in my bed, the black cover of my duvet covering our fully clothed bodies as we lay there, face to face, bodies pressed comfortably against each other. But I don’t want comfortable. I want hot. Sweaty. Desirable. Sexy.
It’s been a while that we’ve been laying here and I’m surprised you’ve managed to keep your hands off me; but this is before I see a glint in your eyes which tells me it isn’t going to stay like this for long. Your palm slides to my back, and I feel the shivers coming again. You’re so gentle it almost hurts me. I tilt me head down sheepishly but you can’t not see my face as you put me through this pleasant torture. My head is heavy in your hands and you pull it up and look deep into my eyes as if you’re looking into my soul; I can’t help but avert my eyes.
Your lips are soft and moist as they press against mine and my eyes instinctively close. My arms wrap around your body, pulling you closer as our mouths mesh into one, our tongues dancing as we press hardly against each other. I can’t hold this position though. I need more from this.
Our bodies spin and I am now lying on top of your body, not one part of us not touching each other. I pull away momentarily and almost want to laugh as your lips follow mine, before I give in to the temptation like Adam with the forbidden fruit. Our lips are together once more as I rub my body against yours, feeling the heat surrounding me and it’s going straight to my crotch. Pooling sensation as I feel your hardness against me. I pull away from your lips and regret feeling you against me immediately, but if this is going to work, I have to feel you more. Closer and more intense.
It’s pooling in my pants and I rub against you harder, faster, almost feeling your length inside of me. I can feel the beads of sweat on my forehead, my hair sticking to my face and I stop to wipe the sweat away before you grab my hand.
“Don’t. I like you sweaty.” You say and I lower my hand, and even though I’m annoyed at you because you know I hate sweat I still place both palms on your solid chest. But the solidity is taken away as you flip the situation, with me lying helpless beneath you. My body is at your will now.
My legs spread and your body closes the space tightly. I can feel the outline of your erection against me and I gasp at the size. You capture the gasp in your mouth, kissing me once again as your body thrusts barely against mine.
I can’t even comprehend how fast my top has been taken off, but that doesn’t matter because I’m now lying beneath you, helpless and in my bra. You take in the detail of it, the bright pink colour and the contrasting black design and I cover myself, violated from your staring. You peel my hands away and take off your own top, knowing that I feel humiliated about being the only one without clothing. I pull you towards me and I breathe in the scent. Your scent.
My hands are rubbing up and down your body now, taking me places where, if I wasn’t drunk in lust, I wouldn’t have gone. You pull back to sit up and take me with you, and I feel your hands which are now warm on my back, unclipping the hooks of my bra. I hold the bra in place as I feel the back get loose, afraid of what you will think about my body but it doesn’t matter to you. You delicately hold my wrists away and the bra falls into my lap, and I stare down at it to avoid your burning gaze.
I feel the warmth of the bed against my naked body as we fall to the bed, your body pressing against mine and I feel a sudden heat rush. Your mouth is quick to find my nipples, and I arch my back, pushing your mouth closer. My hands find your head and I run my fingers through your hair, my nails massaging your scalp. Another moan escaped my lips which urges you further. Your moist lips are now kissing their way down my stomach and your hands cup me.
My breathing is shallow and heavy as you unbuckle my jeans and slip your hand underneath, your pale hand contrasting against my black underwear, before you find that you can’t work well in these conditions so my bottoms follow my shirt and ends up on the floor. I moan deeply as I feel your fingers rub the excruciatingly sensitive spot and I nearly collapse from the pleasure. Your hand curls and I feel a finger insert and I arch from the bed, my head fitting perfectly into your neck as I moan and pant. I push you in further by pleading you to go faster and harder and you insert another finger. This makes me fall back towards the bed, wiggling in pleasure. It’s intoxicating my thoughts. My feelings. And I can’t hold back anymore.
Your thumb runs over that spot... the one that causes the tingling sensation to erupt in my body. It rushed from the soles of my feet to the crown of my head, forcing away the last shreds of rational thought I’d manage to grasp at. Coherent words are gone and all that falls from my lips are moans, squeals of erotic delight, and mumbled words that are my way of saying you’re doing everything right. I’m loosing control and holding onto your body tighter, but the feeling is getting more intense and the ground feels like it’s shaking beneath us.
“Oh shit,” I manage to moan as I see white. My muscles relax completely and I feel my toes curling as you continue to pump your fingers in and out of my body. It’s milking through me, wave after wave of pure pleasure. On and on it continues. I’m freefalling, my mind in a different place from my body. I can feel it subside and your lips crash down on mine, dominating my mouth.
I let you take over as a form of my gratitude, but that only happens for a short while before I slid out from underneath you and turn your body, your back against the bed. The covers are annoying me; too warm and I can’t see what I am doing so they get thrown off the bed and I feel like I can finally take a breath of oxygen... But, that just may be what you are doing to me. You’re making me find it difficult to breathe. I climb aboard your body, your muscles are apparent as you reach for me, but I am just not within your grasp.
I am at your legs now, the button is hard to undo and the teeth are being a bitch, but I manage to get the jeans off with your help. The hairs on your legs are dark against your skin, and I refuse to touch them because I simply hate hair. Instead, I rub my hand straight over your bulge. Teasing you. Making you want me, more. Why? Because I want to feel loved.
Your boxers are thrown carelessly to the floor; who the fuck cares where they land as long as they are off. My eyes widen as I look at you. You are huge. I take your erection in my hands, and I feel you shudder slightly. This pleases me, knowing that I can pleasure you, because you make me happy and I want to do whatever I can to do the same for you. I keep my eyes on your erection in my fist, and take in every detail of it. The veins which are protruding, the red skin. And I do this while moving my hand, up and down and I can hear your breath getting faster, and louder. I look up at your face: your head in thrown back against the pillow in ecstasy; your hands are holding onto the bars above my bed, your hands going white from your grip. I smile at you although you can’t see it before I take you into my mouth fully, the head hitting the back of my throat and I try my best not to gag. A moan escapes your mouth as I move my head back and forth, my cheeks are hollowing and my eyes are tearing up, but I continue anyway. You start thrusting into my mouth, and I use my tongue as well as my mouth to suck you. You harshly pull my head up and kiss me, your tongue teasing me as we play a game of tag in our mouths.
You mouth for me to ‘wait’ and I nod as I watch you go to the door and close it tightly, flicking the lock them securing that it was locked. You don’t need to say why you did this because I understand. Other members did live in our dorm and if they walked in... Well, it just wouldn’t end well. You look down at me and I’m worrying about what you’re thinking, but then you pounce on me and I laugh, forgetting about whatever I was thinking about. You kiss me lightly on the lips, then move to my neck. It so sensitive and my head rolls back to give you access. I can feel you biting me and it’s almost painful, but just makes me want you more. My panting is hard and you stop and look at me: Do you want this?
I nod, and watch you slid on a condom which was on the beside table. Your eyes are glued to mine as you position yourself and enter in one smooth stroke. I call out your name, oh Kangin, and you begin to thrust slowly. My hands find your ass and my claws scratch you. I’m moaning for you to move quicker and faster, and you obediently pick up the speed. You’re pounding into me, over and over, our bodies finding a rhythm that works perfectly. You hit the spot deep within me and I clutch onto you body, my back is arching from the bed and pressing against you. You’re persistent, trying to hit it over and over and it’s working.
I’m succumbing to the sensations you’re pounding into me. I’m moaning over and over, relentlessly trying to push your body further and deeper into mine. I can feel it building up, tugging at the pit of my stomach before I explode in erotic ecstasy. Wave after wave of incontrollable, luscious pleasure rolls through me and I feel my toes curling. You continue to hammer into me as my muscles throb around you, but you can’t handle how tight I am before you spill over the edge, letting out a strangled groan as you do.
You collapse on my body, our sweaty bodies heaving in synchronisation. We lay there for a while; I can feel my eyes getting heavy as I feel exhaustion creeping into my bodies system. I close my eyes; that was possibly the best orgasm I have ever had and I tell you this. You laugh sweetly, pressing your lips against my sweaty forehead, you’re own sweat adding to it.
“You and I are perfect.” You say, and I nod vaguely before falling into a sweet sleep. Although, my dreams are never better than reality.