Hello :3 So I'm just gonna throw a warning here for the chapter ahead- this chapter is going to contain smut/nsfw scenes. (: You have been warned.

I do not own MM.

I slipped on my jacket, pulling my bag over my shoulder. Saeyoung smiled at me, nodding as I straightened myself out, flattening out my collar.

"You all ready?"

"Yeah," I flipped the cuffs of my jacket, giving myself one last look in the mirror before turning back to him, "The preparations have all been made, and we already hacked to make sure he didn't have any tests coming up or anything, so he should be free."

Saeyoung leaned agains the wall, a thoughtful smile on his face.

"So is this supposed to be an early Christmas gift?"

I blushed, a small smile on my lips as I walked towards the door.

"You could say that." I opened the door, waving over my shoulder as I walked out.

"Don't have too much fun!~"

"Shut up."

I knocked on Yoosung's apartment door- he had recently given me a key to the building. He felt bad after I sat outside waiting for him for hours two weeks ago, so he had one made for me so we wouldn't have to worry about that again. I smiled as he opened the door, his eyes sleepy.

"Saeran?"

"Hi you."

"What are you-"

I cut him off, bringing a finger to his lips, smiling down at him.

"So, you free this weekend?"

He nodded, blinking up at me with a dumbfounded expression.

"Pack a bag. Enough clothes to last a weekend."

His expression molded into that of confusion, tilting his head to the side, "But why-"

I stepped closer to him, so much so that my breath ghosted over his lips dangerously close, my fingers coming up to brush his bangs out of his eyes, a soft blush on his cheeks at the sudden proximity.

"Because I want to remind you just how special you are to me."

His blush grew deeper, his eyes sparkling. I patted his cheek softly, nudging his nose with mine.

"Now go pack a bag."

We got on the bus roughly a half hour after I picked him up- the bus ride was four hours long, and it was early in the morning, and so he fell asleep on my shoulder adorably, his slim fingers laced into my hand, his eyes dancing beneath his eyelids as he dreamed.

I shook him awake gently as the bus came to a stop, guiding him behind me as we walked up the path, his eyes growing wide with excitement as he saw our destination.

We were at a lodge in a woodsy area, one that was famous for its hot springs. He looked around in bewilderment as I checked us in, leading him to our lodge for the weekend. His eyes scoured the area, stepping inside the cabin-like building, jumping around in his ecstasy as he took everything in.

"Saeran!" He pointed outside, his eyes as bright as the moon on a clear night, "There's a hot springs right outside our room! And this room, it's gigantic!" He gushed, his face flushed with happiness. I smiled, taking slow steps towards him, sliding my hand into his, giving it a soft squeeze.

"And it's all ours for the weekend."

He gazed up at me, his expression shy now, a small smile on his lips.

"You did this for me? You didn't have to-"

"I did," I whispered, bringing my hands to cup his jaw tenderly, "I really did. Yoosung, you are my special person- and I will do anything to remind you what that means."

His blush twinkled on his cheeks, his lips curling into a wide grin as he hugged me, burying his face into my chest. I kissed the top of his head softly, pulling back a bit, rubbing his shoulders tenderly.

"Want to go for a walk around the woods?"

We followed the paths for some time, laughing at ourselves as we opted to not wear gloves on our hands closest to one another, instead freezing our hands together, holding them tightly. We talked about everything and nothing at all as we went at a leisurely pace, just appreciating the beauty of the snow around us, and the serenity of the trees.

After we got back, we opted to warm up in the private hot springs just outside, a perfect view of the moon and stars clear above us, illuminating everything with a beautiful glow. I slipped down behind him, running my hands up his back softly, smoothing them along his shoulders, massaging my thumbs in between his shoulder blades.

He relaxed into my touch, his eyes fluttering closed, a serene smile on his lips. I kissed the back of his neck, my lips hovering there.

"You look so beautiful in the moonlight, Yoosung."

He blushed, shyly bringing his arms up in an attempt to cover his chest. I pulled his back against my front, stopping him from hiding himself.

"Don't hide from me."

"But, Saeran-"

"No buts," I kissed down along his neck, sucking softly just below his ear, "You're perfect."

He sighed involuntarily, craning his neck to give me more access as though on instinct. I bit down softly at the skin there, revelling in his soft vocalizations of approval.

"You were jealous, right?" I ran my hands up along his stomach in the water, trailing slowly over his nipples, my body pulsing as he arched his back, "You didn't like seeing another guy standing near me?"

His eyes flashed with an expression I had never seen in them, his mouth hanging open slightly as he panted.

"I don't like seeing anyone near you."

I nibbled at his earlobe, pulling at it with my teeth, his body quivering as I did so.

"You don't, huh?"

"No, I don't..." His voice was husky and ragged, his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths.

"What are you going to do about it?"

"H-huh?"

"Don't you want to," I paused, licking a slow stripe up his neck, a moan he couldn't control falling from his lips, "prove your ownership over me?"

He shivered before me, his face flushed, his lip quivering as his resolve was close to snapping.

"Saeran..."

"Well don't you?" I dragged my nails down his sides, his head falling back as he hissed through his teeth, "Don't you want to remind me who owns me?"

I gasped as he flipped around, crashing his lips onto mine, his tongue hungrily finding its way inside my mouth. He slid his hand into my hair as he pulled back, his eyes dark as he gazed at me.

"Of course I do. I don't want anyone else touching you," His eyes trailed down along my body, his nails pressing into my scalp, "I want you to only look at me."

I leaned in close, my breath teasing his lips.

"And what are you going to do about it?" I spoke slowly, a challenge in my voice, waiting for him to take the bait.

I gasped as he suddenly grasped my hair tightly, forcing my head back, his eyes leering down at me, a wicked smile of arousal on his lips.

"I'm going to make sure you don't remember anyone else's name- including your own."

He took the bait.

He dragged me out of the hot springs, throwing a towel down onto the bed before shoving me unceremoniously down onto it. He crawled over me, kissing me with fervor, his demeanour completely different than usual. I tried to bring my arms up around him, but he grabbed my wrists, shoving them back down above me, staring down at me, a warning glistening in his eyes.

"You don't touch me."

My body throbbed as he held my wrists above my head in one hand, kissing and licking down my neck, biting hard at my nipples. I cried out, my back arching at the rough contact, the heat between my legs growing stronger by the second. He came back up, sucking a dark mark onto my collarbones. I whimpered softly, my body writhing beneath him.

"Hmm?" He looked up at me, his gaze playful beneath the sense of domineering aura emanating from him, "What do you want?"

"Yoosung, please-" I bucked my hips upwards slowly, his smile curling even more as I did so.

"Please what?"

"I need more-" He squeezed my wrists hard, leaning in close, biting harshly at my lower lip, pulling at it roughly.

"More of what? You have to be specific, Saeran."

"You, fuck," My voice was absolutely wanton, my chest heaving as his gaze pierced through me, "I need more of you."

He tilted his head, the sadistic darkness never leaving his expression as he neared me.

"What exactly do you want me to do to you?"

I didn't respond, my breathing coming out in heavy pants, my vision blurring as my body pulsed. He gripped my jaw in his hand, looking me directly in the eye.

"Hmm?"

I moaned, my eyes fluttering back as I spoke, "I want you to fuck me so hard I can't remember anything."

He released my wrists immediately, flipping me around with ease- considering how small he was, he was surprisingly strong. He pulled my hips so that my ass was raised, his hands running over my cheeks slowly, squeezing them in his hands, causing me to whimper softly.

"Did you bring lube?"

"Yes," I gestured towards the bag next to the bedside table, "Front pocket of my bag."

He grabbed it quickly, returning behind me in an instant, moaning softly as he looked me over, my face buried into the sheets below me, my ass presented for him.

"You look so dirty like this, Saeran," He poured the lube onto his fingers, circling one around my entrance, my hips stuttering slightly in response, "It's even dirtier when I remember how you told me you've done this to yourself," His smile grew wider, his eyes darkening even more, "So I guess that means I can speed things up."

He pressed two fingers inside, my eyes blowing wide, a loud moan forcing its way out of my mouth, my shoulders shuddering with pleasure as I pushed back against the contact.

"Oh, so eager..." He leaned in close, his voice completely different than any other time we had been intimate- this was a side of Yoosung that was possessive, desperate to show how I was his, and his alone. He whispered into my ear as he thrusted his fingers inside me slowly, his lips brushing along my earlobe, "You don't think of anybody else doing this to you, right?"

"No," My voice was breathy, my head hazy as he kissed my ear, "Never."

"Hmm," He licked at my ear, thrusting faster with his fingers, "honestly, I don't even like the thought of you doing it. This should be my job, and mine alone."

I whimpered loudly, pressing back against him, "I-I wont do it again."

He slipped in a third finger, causing me to moan low in my throat, burying my face into the sheets.

"Good," He kissed the top of my spine, his breath hot against my skin, "Do you think you're ready for me?"

I nodded, desperate at this point- I wasn't sure I could wait much longer.

"Yes, please just- just do it."

"So needy." He smiled as he knelt behind me, positioning himself at my entrance, his hands on my hips.

"Only for you." I looked back over my shoulder, just in time to see his eyes flash at my words, his grip on my hips tightening.

"Only for me." He pushed inside me, my body reeling as he did so, far too impatient- I pushed back, and he gasped audibly as he sheathed inside me completely. He ran his hand in a slow circle on my hip, his attitude faltering for a moment.

"Does it hurt?"

"N-No," I gasped, my eyes half-lidded, "Feels good."

"Does it?" He gave a small thrust, the heat between my legs causing vibrations in my body at the friction.

"Y-yeah."

"Do you want me to be gentle?"

I groaned softly, turning back, trying to form coherent thoughts. I met his gaze, trying to portray the honesty I wanted him to recognize as I spoke.

"I want you to do.. Whatever you feel you need to do right now."

His domineering aura from before was back in an instant, a low growl crawling from his lips as he reached forwards, gripping my hair in his hand, pulling my head back as he slammed inside of me. I couldn't hold back the cries of pleasure coming from within me, stars bursting behind my eyes as he fucked me.

"You feel so good Saeran. You look so beautiful like this, crying my name," He squeezed my ass, biting his lip softly, "And it's all for me."

"For you," I echoed, wanting him to never forget this, to never let it go, to hang onto it like a mantra, "For you."

He thrusted harder, his hips stuttering as he came inside me, though with his adrenaline, he was still hard- He pulled out for a moment, flipping me so I was facing him, pulling my hips above his, smiling as he leaned back on one hand, the other squeezing my hip.

"Ride me."

I sighed shakily, trying to control the quivering of my thighs as I lowered myself down onto him, my hands on his shoulders. He thrusted his hips up, and my head fell back, a broken cry of his name escaping me. He continued thrusting up into me, hitting my prostate directly, my head spinning with pleasure. I leaned my forehead onto his shoulder, my entire body shaking, my hands gripping desperately at his hair. He dug his nails into my hips, biting roughly at my neck.

"Who do you belong to."

"Y-You."

"Say my name." He gave a sharp thrust, my chest heaving as he did so.

"A-Ah..!"

He grabbed my jaw tightly in his hand, glaring into my eyes, "Say my name."

"Y-Yoosung!"

He kissed me hard, his hips never faltering in his thrusts, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. I moaned loudly as he pushed inside me one last time, bringing us both to the edge, a blinding white bursting behind my eyes as I came onto both of our chests, his filling me up for the second time.

We fell back onto the bed, our heavy breathing the only sound in the room, his arms looped loosely around my waist. He held himself up on shaky arms, pulling out slowly, his face turning red as he returned to himself, looking at the mess he had made of me.

"I'll... Go get a towel..." He backed up off of the bed, escaping into the bathroom. He returned not long after with a wet cloth, wiping my chest clean tenderly, embarrassment clear in his gaze. I reached up slowly, brushing his bangs away from his eyes, tilting his head to look at me. I smiled softly, stroking his cheek with my thumb, his skin emanating warmth.

"Do you feel better now?"

He blushed sheepishly, his eyes flicking downwards, avoiding my gaze.

"Yeah... I'm sorry..."

I shook my head, laughing softly, pulling him into a soft hug. He gingerly reciprocated, burying his face into my chest.

"That, Yoosung, was nothing to apologize for."

I could feel a small smile form on his lips against my skin, his hair nuzzling my chin.

"You liked that?"

I nodded, bringing a hand up to stroke his blonde locks, my legs tangling with his.

"You could be even rougher with me if you wanted. I just wanted you to get a chance to release some of the frustration you've been feeling, and remind you that I only do these things with you," I leaned in close, a teasing smile on my lips as I whispered into his ear, "Master Yoosung."

He pulled back, a fiery red blush on his face. He leaned his forehead against my shoulder, his voice small as he stuttered.

"D-Don't say that..."

I laughed softly, squeezing his sides playfully.

"What, would you rather I called you Daddy?"

He smacked my arm, glaring at me, his cheeks impossibly red now.

"Saeran-!"

I laughed loudly, pulling him into a kiss, my heart warming as he melted into my touch, his tongue reaching out to meet mine the way it always does, meeting me halfway, absolute perfection. I pulled away, stroking his jaw softly with my fingertips, smiling up at him lovingly.

"I love you, Yoosung."

His lips curled up into a bright grin, his eyes sparkling with happiness and relief, kissing me again, pressing his body against mine to hold me close before responding, his face pressed against my ear, his hands wrapped around me in a warm embrace.

"I love you too, Saeran."

And that's it for chapter 43!

Now- I know there's probably a lot of people out there who are like "What? Dominant Yoosung? Nah. Nope. No no." And I want to say, if that's how you see it- That's perfectly fine! But, this is *my* fanfiction, and there is a plot-related reason as to why I wrote this chapter.

Yoosung is insecure. We know this- he admitted his insecurities outright to Saeran last chapter. Saeran is not very good at reading people, and wanted desperately for Yoosung to get the chance to release the rest of the tension he felt because of his outburst previously. Yoosung isn't the type who would likely want to bring it up again, or properly talk about it, probably embarrassed for doubting Saeran at all- but Saeran knows that isn't a healthy way to deal with it. He knows Yoosung probably wants to reiterate his place in the relationship.

And so, he challenges Yoosung. He pushes him to that point, knowing Yoosung wouldn't dare go there himself. Because as much as this story I am writing is meant to highlight how Yoosung brings light into Saeran's life- I know for a fact that Saeran would help Yoosung just as much. That's the purpose of this chapter. Although yes, of course it is smutty- It has purpose.

Please keep this in mind before commenting on how dom yoosung isn't a thing c': I think Yoosung would usually sub indefinitely, but if he got jealous or his yandere qualities peak, I could definitely see Saeran submitting to him for a change.

ANYWAYS.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter! :D

~Pixil-8