Tried my hand at a Yoosung/Reader style. Enjoy!
Rain pattered against the windows as you snuggled deeper into the couch. Yoosung shifted beside you, tugging the fuzzy blanket further up over you both. It was a warm, lazy evening in his apartment that you decided to spend watching a scary movie.
A brilliant idea, it turned out to be.
Yoosung was more than eager to cuddle right up against you, cradling a bowl of chips in his lap. You snatched another chip as he jolted on cue with a crash from the TV. His eyes were wide, glued to the screen as the action unfolded. He had no idea you were more entertained by watching his reactions.
He hadn't been kidding when he said he couldn't stand horror. You stifled a snort, holding back bubbles of laughter in your chest as a faint whimper escaped his lips. He was so cute, he didn't even know.
You'd just turned to glance at him, barely angling your head towards him, when a scream tore from him. He lurched all at once, grabbing hold of the closest thing to him, which just happened to be you. Arms wrapped around your shoulders, the bowl knocked to the floor in a flurry of chips and salt, and a soft, sudden press of lips against the corner of your mouth.
So sudden that when he tore away you could hardly believe it happened. His arms still around you, Yoosung stayed close. So close. You could smell the salt from the chips on him, or was that you? Your breaths mingled. Warm and sharp like a gasp as your eyes met. There was no need for a blanket now. The room warmed between you. Heat rose to your face. His eyes shot to your lips that you knew were chapped and dry. On instinct, your tongue wet your lips, collecting a touch of salt.
"U-Um…" You felt his words against your mouth. He was so close, inches from you, yet neither wanted to back away. "C-Can… I kiss you…?"
A simple question that had your answer rise in your throat before you could think. "Y-Yes! Of course!" His embarrassed energy set you alight like a bundle nerves.
He didn't waste any time closing the gap between you. His eyebrows knitted together, eyes again drifting to your lips and you no longer cared that you would taste like salt.
It was gentle, a feather-light touch that lasted but a second. A second that had your heart soaring and your fingers clenching into his shirt. Then it was over. He pulled back, face so red, a burning, burning crimson that reached his ears.
His embarrassment was obvious but as he met your eyes, as he lingered so close you could taste his breath, there was something else. A newfound confidence, a newfound desire. He shifted, rising up from the couch, pressing closer to you. Pressing another, brief kiss to your lips.
You settled into it, into another sweet touch, before he pulled away again. Your eyes fluttered open. Confusion couldn't even register as he kissed you again. And again. He peppered your lips with gentle but firm kisses. Arms loosened around your shoulders as he shifted closer, as he held the couch for balance.
Your fingers wound into his shirt, dragging him closer and sealing his lips on yours. He pressed deeper, pressed into you, his knees digging into the couch as he settled over you. You hadn't think he'd be one to straddle you, or make out on the couch, but you weren't one to complain.
Not that you had the breath to speak, anyway.
His kisses ranged from light and sweet to desperate and needy in a line that quickly blurred. They were chaste and then much more, but he always backed away, drew his lips from yours with quick breaths.
And then they were back, claiming your mouth again. Your head span. You were warm and hot and clinging to him, feeling nothing but him. The teasing way he pulled back had you leaning in for more. Following his lips with your own and causing him to gasp, to breathe a moan as you tugged him down for another deeper kiss.
The gaps between kisses faded as your hands wound around your neck. Your fingers ran through his hair, messing up his blond locks but all you wanted was to touch him more. To feel more. The hand he had pressed into the couch by your side drifted to your waist and then settled at your hip. His thumb hooked under your shirt brushing cool lines against your hip as he kissed you. As you kissed him. As everything blurred and became sloppy and desperate. The simple touch of his thumb became a brush of his hand, dragging cold fingers over your warm skin that made you gasp. The kiss broke into ragged breaths. You could barely breathe, barely keep your eyes open but he was the same. His eyes remained shut, pressed tightly closed. And he panted against your lips.
"U-Um…" he breathed, the croak of his voice sending a spear of searing heat through you.
Oh, this boy would be the death of you.
He leant forward, as if for more, but rested his forehead against yours. His fingers remained against your stomach, just resting, unmoving, before slowly retreating.
"Th-That was… um…" God. Now you couldn't speak. You swallowed thickly, feeding your fingers through his hair. It was soft. And smelt like your shampoo.
You loved him. You really, really loved him.
"Good," he said, sighed, more like. "That was really, really good… heh." He ended it with a soft breath of laughter that coiled in your stomach.
"Y-Yeah…" So much for coherence.
He rose from your lap, his warmth leaving with him. You realised with a flush that you were the one who pulled him down so that he'd actually been sitting on you.
You swallowed again. "So much for the movie."
"Huh?" Yoosung jolted, eyes flicking from yours to the credits rolling up the TV. "O-Oh."
Now you laughed. The poor boy looked so dejected, as if he'd ruined your movie night. "We should do it again sometime."
He blinked at you, face still a burning, beet red.
"I'm not talking about the movie." You met his eyes, really, really met his eyes, and drew your lips into a smile.
"O-Oh!" His face lit up, brightening into a smile. He grinned like a child with a toy, eyes shining and gleaming. He laughed, an embarrassed but happy chuckle. "I think so too."
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