~ 3 ~
I gulped, taking a deep breath and plucking up all the courage I had.
Yoosung was watching me curiously, his beautiful violet eyes, bright in the dim light of his living room. When had the sun set? I cleared my throat nervously.
"I... Uh... Let's see. How do I put this?" I frowned to myself, taking a moment to think how best to say 'I want to jump you and do the dirty', without scaring him away.
BZZZZZ. BZZZZ. BZZZZ. BZZZZZ.
Oh, seriously? Now? Of all times?! Maybe I could ignore it...
I grumbled to myself as I checked the caller ID.
"Huh? Why's Seven calling me?" I frowned, as did Yoosung.
"You should answer it." he prompted and I nodded, pressing the green call button.
"I'll only be a second." I whispered to him, smiling gently and he nodded in understanding. "Hello?"
"HOLA MON PETIT CROISSANT!"
"...Eh?"
"I saaaaaaaid. MEOWWWWW! HOW WE SHIZZLEIN'?"
...
"Are you high?"
"No, I thought you understood me!"
"Sorry," I laughed, "I'm just a bit preoccupied at the minute."
I heard Luciel sigh dramatically over the phone, "I'm just fried under all my work, AND YOU NEVER TALK TO ME ANY MORE!"
"Yes I do." I countered, rolling my eyes.
"Then why am I always the one calling you? You don't love me anymore!"
I heard him sniff dramatically and I couldn't hold in my sigh.
"Luciel, is there something you need? Like I said, now's actually kind of a bad time..."
"It's always a bad time to call you these days." He sighed dramatically.
"How about you call me tomorrow? Unless it's something important?"
"I heard Jumin got rid of his new kitty! I was wondering if you knew where she went?"
"Who? Lisa?"
"AHA! So you do know her!"
"Uhhh..." My eyes travelled guiltily over to Yoosung, who now sat on the floor and amused himself by watching Lisa chase the shadow of his finger on the floor. I couldn't hold back my grin. "Seriously Luciel, I really have to go."
"Fiiiiiiiine! I'll call you tomorrow and discuss what I really wanted to talk about then!"
"Hm? And what was that?"
"It's a seeeeeecret until tomorrow! MUAHAHAH! Ciao!"
And the line went dead. I sighed, rolling my eyes and pocketing my phone. I watched as Yoosung and Lisa became better friends for a little bit longer, the amused smile never leaving my face.
"Anything important?" he asked curiously, never taking his eyes off the kitten.
"Probably, but it's Luciel, so he won't tell me so easily. I'll get it out of him tomorrow." I sighed, crouching beside Yoosung and placing and sweet kiss on his cheek.
Immediately, he seemed to perk up and turned towards me, smiling lovingly and cupping his hand behind my neck. He guided my head towards his once again, meeting my lips with a deep and adoring kiss. I sighed into it, feeling his love washing over me.
It helped strengthen my resolve and gave me courage.
I gently pulled away, breaking the kiss before he could get too absorbed in it. He looked at me questioningly, but said nothing.
I took a deep breath.
"Yoosung, I- I want to give you your gift now." I stuttered, trying to force away the furious blush that was reddening my cheeks.
His eyes lit up and an excited smile graced his handsome face.
"C- Close your eyes." I stammered, trying to force away my blush while reflecting his excited grin.
He did as he was told and closed his eyes tightly. The way his face scrunched up made him look so adorable, I couldn't resist pecking his nose with my lips. He giggled happily, relaxing his face, but keeping his eyes shut. Waving a hand in front of his face to confirm that he couldn't see, I grinned, already feeling the excitement pooling between my legs at my core. I knelt closer to him, so that my lips brushed against his ear, my breath tickling down his neck and making him shiver pleasurably in anticipation.
"When I call you, I want you to open your eyes and go to your bedroom, ok?" I whispered.
He bit his bottom lip, trying to hold back his grin, and nodded. I kissed his cheek again quickly before getting to my feet and quietly making my way to his room.
Taking a deep breath, I shut the door behind me quietly and began to carefully strip away my jeans and my jumper.
I mentally applauded my idea to make Yoosung wait outside with his eyes closed, as I discovered that taking off skinny jeans was not a sexy process!
I glanced around the room for a moment. How to set the mood? There was too much light with the main switch, but he didn't exactly have any candles or fairy lights hanging around. Hmm.
I guess his desk light would have to do. I clicked it on and turned off the main switch. It provided a dim-enough ambiance.
Placing my clothes neatly on his desk chair, I lay on his bed.
First, I lay on my back.
No.
Maybe if I sat up? Ugh, no, then my thighs look huge...
On my front? Maybe if I squeeze my elbows together slightly, and pout like this? Is that sexy? My boobs definitely look a bit bigger...
UGH. No! This was so complicated!
"Y-Yin? Are you ok?" I heard Yoosung call, knocking gently on the door.
Had I really been taking that long? EEP!
Panicking, I quickly lay on my side, fluffing my hair slightly before calling out to him, in what I hoped was a sexy and sultry tone, and not as if I had a horrible cold.
"You can come in."
Hardly a moment passed before the door clicked open. I tried to force away the crimson in my cheeks as I confidently and lustfully eyed Yoosung. Hearing the small gasp that escaped him, watching his jaw drop, his cheeks flush and his eyes darken considerably as he took in my form definitely did things to me.
I could feel my centre pulsing for him, yearning for him already.
"Y-Yin? W-w-wha-" he stood in the doorway, staring at me and stuttering in his flustered and shocked state.
I smiled gently, swinging my legs around as I stood and slowly walked towards him, swaying my hips with, what I hoped, looked like sexual confidence, rather than an awkward penguin.
"Yoosung..." I purred, stopping in front of him, with a hairs distance between our bodies. I could feel the heat radiating from him. I was certain he could hear the thunderous beat of my heart. I walked my index finger and my middle finger up his chest, until I hit his collarbone. I then slowly hooked my index finger into his shirt collar and pulled his face towards mine, our noses brushing against one another, but lips not yet connected. "This is my gift to you." I whispered, brushing my lips against his as I spoke, but not applying the pressure of a kiss.
I heard his breath hitch, and I felt my centre respond wantonly. It was taking all my self-control and confidence to continue my little show.
"I want us to take the next step in our relationship." I continued in my hushed tones, moving my lips away from his and trailing them, very softly and lightly up from his jawline towards his earlobe. His breathing had become more laboured, and I could feel his hands twitching at his sides with the urge to touch me. I felt so powerful in this moment. I nibbled just below his earlobe for a moment before I brought my lips close and whispered the words that made him come undone, "I want you, Yoosung."
He groaned loudly before grabbing me roughly by my hips and turning me, slamming my back into the door, pinning me against it with his chest, while as his mouth crashed onto my own. I moaned loudly at the action, wrapping my arms around his neck, playing with his hair and clawing at his back, silently begging him to be closer; craving his touch, his love, his body.
His tongue was devouring my mouth, exploring every inch of it as though he were memorising it over and over. He groaned pleasurably again when my tongue fought his, battling for dominance and control, before I once again relented and allowed him to possess me.
When his lips left mine, seemed to be taking a moment to regain his composure. He paused, leaning his forehead against my own and panting heavily, his face flushed and a lustful need in his eyes.
"Yin." He whispered, his voice husky and sending a pleasurable shiver down my spine. "I- I-" he cleared his throat, trying to think clearly for a moment. I could only guess how difficult that must have been. I could already feel where all the blood that should be in his brain had relocated to. And his jeans weren't even off yet!
"Yin," he began again, brushing his nose against mine, "I- I know how much this must mean to you. And I- I want this. I want you." He looked into my eyes with lust and determination, and I felt my heart flutter. "But,"
But...?
"I- I don't know i-if I'm ready. I mean, you know, to do so much, you know, s-so soon." He stuttered, looking away bashfully. "I mean, I want to! But, I don't know if I feel ok with that yet..." he released a shuddering sigh, "And, you know you're my first girlfriend and everything. And, I just, I don't want to disappoint you, you know, in case I'm not very good yet." He mumbled, closing his eyes with a frustrated frown on his face.
Realisation struck me like a pile of bricks. We hadn't been very physical up until now because Yoosung didn't know how! I'd completely forgotten!
"Hey," I cooed gently, taking his face in my hands and lifting it so he would look into my eyes. I smiled gently at him, nuzzling my nose against his. "This is my first time too, you know." I blushed brightly, but continued comforting my love. "And I don't know how much I'm ok with just yet either. But, I want us to try. I want us to be more intimate. We can stop whenever you want, if you feel like it's too much."
He nodded, smiling appreciatively. "The same goes for you." he replied through a sigh of relief, and I nodded, kissing him sweetly.
"I know." I smiled, "I trust you." I kissed him again, for a bit longer, "But I meant what I said," I whispered against his lips, nibbling at his bottom lip as he groaned, his grip on my hips tightening slightly. I released his lip and pulled him closer, licking and nibbling his earlobe before whispering to him again. "I want you, Yoosung Kim. I want you to be my first."
He growled at my words, gripping my hips roughly and thrusting against my centre, making me gasp at the suddenly pleasurable sensation and reflexively gripping his hair, pulling him towards me and pushing my chest tightly against his. "I want to be your only." He growled possessively in my ear, biting just below my earlobe and making me moan loudly before he reclaimed my mouth with his fiercely.
I thrusted my hips against his, feeling the bulge of his erection pressing against my core. I moaned against his lips, feeling his breath hitch at the sensation. He stilled for a moment, and I wondering if perhaps that was too much intensity too soon (not that I started it!), but his lips swiftly relocated to my neck while his right hand slid down my hip and around to my barely covered backside. He squeezed my ass for just a moment before gripping firmly down my thigh. My leg automatically followed his touch as he lifted it up and draped it around his middle, providing more access to my core and pulling him in closer.
I groaned loudly, feeling my need for him building higher.
Gripping him with my leg around his waist, I felt my instincts and primal needs taking over, pulling him as close as I could and grinding against him, while he nipped and sucked and licked my neck.
His pleasurable groaning only served to turn me even more, until I felt his hips joining with my rotating motion. Quickly finding a natural and satisfying rhythm together.
I pulled his lips from my neck and back to my own, desperate to feel his mouth devouring me once more.
He moaned into the kiss, surprising me by pulling away and stepping back for a moment.
Before I could recover from my dazed state, I yelped as he scooped me up in his arms, bridal style, and carried me towards his bed. Laying me down gently, he discarded his shirt and jeans before climbing into bed beside me.
The furious blush that graced his cheeks was so attractive. He seemed suddenly very uncomfortable beside me.
I suppose, the fact that I was staring and eyeing his lightly toned chest and abs probably wasn't helping. My eyes also kept drifting towards the very obvious tent protruding from his blue boxer shorts.
"I-Is this ok?" he stuttered, his voice husky from the lust-filled moment we'd just had.
I smiled gently and scooted closer to him, into his awaiting arms and wrapping my arms around his neck once more. "Yes, it's perfect." I breathed softly, reclaiming his lips with my own in a much gentler and more loving kiss than earlier.
Slowly, so as not to scare my poor love, I played with the baby hairs on the back of his neck, before trailing my fingers down his neck, along his collarbone, and onto his beautiful chest. As soon as my fingers grazed over his bare nipple, he gasped against my mouth. I continued to trail my fingers down, across his abs.
I felt his confidence grow, as his hands began to slowly and gently travel over my body. I felt his hand tentatively begin to slide towards my breasts, and, despite the technically covered state, I suddenly became nervous. He must have sensed my nerves because his hand stopped against my collarbone, above my breast and he pulled away from my lips gently.
"Is- Is that too soon?" he whispered, eyeing me with concern through his half-lidded and lust-filled eyes.
"I- Uh- Just... Not yet." I mumbled, rather pathetically, looking down as I blushed embarrassedly and mumbled an apology.
"Hey." He cooed gently, tucking his index finger under my chin and gently lifting my head up to look into his eyes. He smiled at me gently, no anger or irritation evident whatsoever. "It's fine. We agreed already, didn't we? We'll take it slow."
I smiled, relief rushing through me as his lips connected with mine again lovingly. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me, as he wrapped them around my middle and held me close. For a moment, our naked, lustful state was forgotten. The love and respect we held one another overtaking any animalistic desire, for just that moment.
"I love you, Yoosung." I sighed happily against his lips, while he chuckled slightly. Slowly, his hand began its descent down my body once more. This time, instead of guiding his hand down from my collarbone, he trailed it across my shoulder, over my bra strap and down my arm.
His hand travelled down my side, down my back, groping my bum for a moment before trailing down my thigh and hooking under my knee, draping my leg over his hip once more and pulling his solid erection against my core.
I moaned in satisfaction as he gasped, the sensation suddenly so much more sensitive and pleasurable without his jeans. I rocked my hips once before he grabbed them, stopping me suddenly.
"T-Too much?" I gasped, pulling away from his lips and eyeing him with concern.
He gulped, trying to steady his breathing and nodded. I frowned, his expression seemed suddenly so apologetic as he looked away.
I shuffled closer to him again, nuzzling my nose against his cheek until he finally gave into the tickling sensation and turned towards me, smiling bashfully. I returned his smile, gently and happily.
"I have a feeling that's probably enough experimental excitement for one night, hm?" I said softly, smiling at him and I pecked his lips.
He returned my expression and pecked my lips in response, nodding gently. "I don't think I can handle any more." He sighed, burrowing his face into the crook of my neck.
I smiled, wrapping my arms around him protectively and gently playing with his hair. "We'll take it slow." I repeated softly, feeling him nod against my skin again and wrap his arms around my waist, pulling me closer.
A few moments passed in comfortable silence, our heartrates finally beginning to slow to a regular, synchronised rhythm.
"Thank you." He whispered gently.
"For what?"
"For being mine." He squeezed me gently, pulling me even closer, in an almost possessive show of affection.
I smiled, feeling his love washing over me through his protective embrace.
"I'll always be yours, and only yours." I whispered, squeezing him closer to me in response. He head continued to nuzzle into the crook of my neck, his relaxed sighs comforting me and tickling my skin.
Beep boop!
"Ignore it." I mumbled, slowly and lovingly trailing my nose up and down his neck, kissing him sweetly and affectionately. No heated passion overtaking our affections.
Beep boop!
Beep boop!
Beep boop!
Beep boop!
UGHHHHHH!
Yoosung groaned in annoyance, untangling himself from me and he sighed. "It might be important." He justified to my whine of protest. He smiled adoringly at my pouting face.
He flipped open his phone and I saw him go into his messages.
He stilled, staring at the screen. His eyes were wide and his jaw had dropped slightly.
I sat up tentatively, frowning at his sudden change.
"Yoosi?" I cooed, "Is everything ok?"
He shook his head slowly, and I saw him beginning to shake. I quickly wrapped my arms around him and he dove into the comfort of my embrace, shaking furiously. I couldn't tell if he was shaking in fear or in despair.
"What happened?" I gasped, horrified at his current state and unsure how to comfort him.
With a shaking hand, he silently held up his phone. I took it and quickly read the messages on screen.
They were from Luciel.
My jaw dropped and my eyes widened.
"Oh, Yoosi..." I gasped, dropping his phone and wrapping my arms around him. He pressed his body as close as he could to my own, shaking as he tried to calm his nerves. His face, buried into the crook of my neck.
"It'll be alright." I comforted gently, "We'll find out what happened. We'll find the truth." I whispered, running my hand through his hair and holding him close, comforting him as best I could.
Luciel, you have the worst timing.
YOOSUNG.
URGENT.
ABOUT RIKA.
It was murder.
I have a lead.