Thursday, April 26, 2018
Prompt Word(s): Glee/Drowning
Part Two: Rewards
Yoosung tasted the Oden for the tenth time. He never tried Kagome's mother cooking, but he dared to say that, for a first try, his version was quite delectable. He hoped the recipe he chose met Kagome's standards.
He peeked at Kagome putting the dishes on the makeshift table. It consisted of a couple boxes and a plastic top, only wide enough to fill a couple bowls and cups - he didn't have enough space for a proper table. Still, what caught his attention was Kagome bending down, giving it a final touch. Sinful thoughts that would put Zen's beast to shame plagued his mind since they parted ways earlier that day. Yoosung might be a virgin, but that didn't mean he didn't have his preferences and fantasies - he wasn't a newcomer at ZyXVideos or PurpleTube.
A last visual check confirmed he indeed changed the sheets, cleaned his desktop and fixed the bathroom. He looked down at himself. Maybe the suit and tie were too much for a date at home. Kagome complimented his outfit, which boosted his ego, so it was a plus. There was a lump in his throat, the anxiety and insecurity overloading his senses.
Was Kagome inexperienced like him? He never asked about it. She had a boyfriend before - or something close to it, went on dates back when she lived in Japan, even had a big heartbreak she didn't like to talk about, but mentioned a couple times. Yoosung had crushes back when he was in High School, however, he was always too coward to act on them.
Would he be a good lover? At least make it satisfying to Kagome? Should he have asked her likings and dislikings? His cheeks warmed from the thought. The closest he came to talk about it with someone was when Zen talked about his 'oh so famous' beast and the dreadful 'talk' he had with his parents. He thought about calling the actor and asking for tips, only to drop the idea as soon as he imagined Zen laughing at his expense. He had to face it like an adult.
The trip to the grocery store had been the most awkward walk he ever took. Yoosung felt as there was a stamp on his forehead saying 'I'm getting laid tonight'. He blushed every time he shared an accidental glance with some passerby. He picked the ingredients for the recipe, some juice - he had a weak hold of alcohol and he had no idea of what kind of wine could go with Oden, and headed to pay when an item on a shelf reminded him of something of extreme importance.
Yoosung's face turned white, then red, then he shook his head, gulped and, trembling, grabbed the packet of condoms. His heart beat like drums in his chest. He was glued to his spot, the blue box on his hand, wondering whether it was the best option. He did his research. He picked a common latex condom. What if Kagome was allergic to latex? Should he choose a non-latex kind? Realizing he must have been standing there for over five minutes, he grabbed a lubricated type from a brand recommended online and rushed to pay.
'The cashier is glaring at me!' He was drenched under his hoodie, beads of sweat rolled down his back. He stretched his toes and avoided the worker's eyes as he packed his goods and dashed out of the store.
"You will create a whirlpool if you keep stirring the pot." Kagome came up behind him, her hands on his waist. An easy smile made its way to his lips. "I don't think I've tried this version before, but it's making my mouth water."
The smile stayed on his face for the whole dinner. Cooking for someone he truly cared for had a special flavour, especially when said person enjoyed your attempt. Yoosung couldn't take his eyes off Kagome, memorizing her little quirks and mannerisms.
Without the weight of the school on their shoulders and knowing where their relationship stood, both could relax around each other. Kagome told him about her adventures when she joined a hiking group back when she was fifteen and how it affected her health and her grades - and it caused a pang of jealousy as she mentioned her first love -, her friends and the family she left in Japan. In change, he talked about his parents and sister and the RFA, but avoided Rika. The subject would only ruin his mood.
Once the food factor was out, they moved to the bed. Kagome snuggled on him, her head on his shoulder, her breath brushing his neck. It was raining again; pouring, actually - Yoosung was glad their plans didn't involve going out - and the room was silent. The water hitting the window turned to be the perfect background sound.
Yoosung let his chin rest on top of Kagome's head as she measured the sizes of their hands. He always thought his hand was small, compared to Zen's and Jumin's at least, but it looked colossal around her petite ones. The simplicity and the intimacy of the act made him flutter.
With his free hand, Yoosung ran combed her hair, using it as an excuse to let his fingers caress her back. The thin fabric of her dress let him feel the smoothness of her curves and plains. He found spots that made Kagome giggle and others that made her hold her breath. She traced his joints and followed the lines on his palm.
Yoosung captured Kagome's hand and brought it to his lips. She looked up, her cheeks were flushed and her pupils dilated. Kagome licked her lips. The pink appendage moisturizing them send a flood of blood to certain parts of his body that had been begging for attention for a while. Kagome pulled him down by the tie and claimed his mouth.
It wasn't a soft lock of lips like their first kiss, or the slow and romantic kisses they shared after it. She put a different set of emotions in her actions that caught Yoosung by surprise. His hands found her waist as hers kept the strong hold of him. Kagome bit him softly. Yoosung moaned in her mouth and she used the opportunity to take over him.
Kagome got on her knees and deepened the kiss. As she towered him, his hands slipped until they rested on her buttocks. He squeezed the fabric covered flash and smirked when Kagome gasped.
She got bolder.
Kagome grabbed his hair, pulled his head to the side and ran her tongue from the base of his neck to his ear. She nibbled his lobe and jawline, being careful to not leave any mark that would be visible - something he only realized in the morning after and made him fall even more for her.
Yoosung let his palm travel along her lower body, feeling her thighs, calves, then going up again. His fingers touched the rim of her dress. He hesitated for a moment. Kagome never faltered in her assault. Yoosung took it as a cue to go further.
The flesh under his palm, warm and smooth and round, perfect in his hand. He stretched his fingers, grabbing as much as he could, using his thumbs to draw circles on her sides. Every time he moved, Kagome inhaled, and he used her reactions to guide his exploration through her body. He dragged her dress along, lifting it until her lower half was fully exposed to his hungry eyes.
He tugged the dress a couple times and Kagome slowly moved away from him. With care, Yoosung removed the clothing from her, taking the first look of her semi-naked body. His pants got too tight, he forgot how to breathe, his mouth hung open at such godly image. The perfect contrast of Kagome's fair skin, pitch black hair and white lingerie would taunt his fantasies forever. He looked close, trying to memorize every curve, spot, birthmark, stretch mark; the way her wild locks fell on her shoulders, the ends reaching her bra. Her hourglass figure, with not too big breasts - perfect size, in his opinion - and luscious hips.
However, nothing compared to her eyes. It was the first time someone looked at him with lust. She wanted him. And, God, he wanted her more than he ever wanted anything in his life.
Kagome grabbed his tie again and pulled him into another breathtaking kiss. As their tongues danced, her hands worked on the buttons of his shirt. Without releasing her lips, Yoosung got rid of the suit and helped her. In seconds, only his boxers still covered him, his arousal very visible under them.
Before shyness and modesty could cloud his judgement, Yoosung pushed Kagome to the bed and started his own exploration. Her ears, neck, shoulders, he tasted it all, her moans ringing in his ears. He brushed his member against her sex and heard his name being said in the most sensual way. He did it again and Kagome moaned louder. When her legs crossed on his back and she pulled her hips up, Yoosung saw stars.
"Something wrong?" said Kagome, releasing him.
"Shit, no!" said Yoosung, his voice coming out low and rough. "This is more than right."
Kagome grinned. "Agreed."
Yoosung found himself grinning back, hissing when Kagome shifted her hips and pressed her core on his shaft again. She smiled, pleased with herself. Yoosung took it as a challenge.
That was a game for two.
"Do you promise to tell me if I do something wrong?" He asked in her ear. A slow lick on her ear followed his question. "It's my first time."
"Ahh~ it's my first time too. At least with someone else," she added, giving Yoosung more material to fill his fantasies.
"Will you let me watch?"
"I didn't know you had this kink."
"Neither I did. I'm becoming a perv, thanks to you." Kagome giggled when he tugged the strap of her bra. "May I?"
"Only if you undress first."
Yoosung felt his insecurities rising again and held them back. What would be the use of wondering if his size was good enough? If anything, he still had his mouth, fingers, and was yearning to learn how to please Kagome in every possible way. He shifted until he could slide down his boxers. There was nothing else hiding his figure from her prying eyes. If he dared to say, she didn't seem disappointed.
Kagome raised from the bed, her blush creeping down her bosom. She heaved, her mouth hanging partially open. Yoosung got harder, painfully harder.
"Close your eyes." Yoosung did as she commanded.
The weight on the mattress shifted. Kagome grabbed his hands and placed them in a pair of warm mounds. He flexed his fingers, feeling the shape, the weight, the texture of that pair of breasts that had been the cause of his late night woods for a good month. He rolled her nipples with his pads, they hardened under his touch.
His right hand travelled down her ribs, touching a fading scar that must hold some kind of history, her waist, hip bones and finally where her panties should be. Should, because his fingers found only bare skin wherever he went. His cock twitched, all the different mental images forming in his head almost made him sneak a peek, however, there was a different spice in being deprived of one of his senses.
Kagome shivered when he brushed her curls. Her thighs parted, an invitation he gladly accepted.
He traced her lower lips, coating his fingers with her juices. With the lubrication, he let in a digit. Her flesh pulsated around him, responding to the smallest movements. After a quick exploration, he found a treasure. Yoosung rubbed the hardened clit and he found out how sensual his name could sound.
"Ah~ Yoosung~ Fuck, right there!"
He smirked with pride.
Yoosung tried different patterns, using Kagome's moans and squirms work as a compass. He pressed, rubbed, pinched lightly, memorizing where she likes the more and the less. He was eager to learn.
Kagome's delicate hand joined his, giving Yoosung a hands-on tutoring through her vagina. Yoosung couldn't resist the urge to open his eyes and take in her lust filled face. From the fringe glued to her sweaty forehead to the mouth slightly open, perfection wouldn't be a fair choice of word.
Kagome gasped when he pulled out his finger. She looked at him with desperation, the orgasm deprivation hit hard his girlfriend. Smugness grew on him.
He brought her hand to his mouth and sucked the moisture, tasting her for the first time. It wasn't enough. He wanted to drink it from the source, dry out that well of lewd reveries. Kagome, however, had other plans.
It was Yoosung's time to gasp when Kagome held his girth. Her thumb brushed the tip, the head, then finally got a good trip on his length. Yoosung stopped her.
"isn't it good?" Asked Kagome.
"It's perfect. Everything about you is perfect." He pulled her into a kiss, showing Kagome how much he meant it.
Kagome crossed her arms behind his neck and pulled him down back to the bed. His cock touched her cunt, the now uncovered warmth inviting him to thrust in. The pair of legs holding his waist and dragging them closer didn't help. Yoosung moved his legs until his thighs laid under her, creating a leverage that raised her hips.
"Gosh, Kagome, you are so fucking hot. I don't know how much longer I can hold back."
Kagome lifted a foot and let it rest on Yoosung's shoulder, her toes caressing him lovingly. Yoosung pecked and nibbled her shin, leaving a trail of love bites. Kagome giggled. The action caused her hips to wriggle, increasing his current state of delightful pain. He never understood the term blue balls until now, because he was sure he was going to explode if he didn't get his release soon.
Kagome was much more athletic than he accounted her to be. In a single swing, she was sitting on his lap, her leg still on his shoulder, her tongue teasing his earlobe. "Why are you holding back? I want your cock buried deep inside me." Another newly discovered kink for Yoosung's growing list: dirty talk. "I want you to fuck me until we are both too exhausted for anything else but breath and sleep. Can't you feel how wet I am? Fuck, Yoosung, you are driving me crazy."
There will be a third part! Thank you for your support!
