Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed chapter one- here's chapter 2 ! :D
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It had been two and a half weeks since the day you sat Yoosung down and talked with him about your romantic situation- since then, he had been making a point of giving you heated kisses almost every day. At first, they were at predictable moments- watching a movie and ignoring it to make out instead; right after coming home and stealing kisses at the doorway; kissing before going to bed- but now, he was becoming more confident and surprising in his actions.
Just a week ago, you were drying your hands after cleaning the dishes, crying out in surprise as you were spun around forcefully, and hoisted up onto the counter, his lips bearing down on you with such force that sparks popped behind your eyes, moans raking through you as his hands squeezed your hips, his moans vibrating around your tongue.
You smile softly at the memory, happy at the advances. Yoosung was slowly opening up, and you were happy to see the change. Suddenly you feel arms wrap around your waist, deterring you from your thoughts. You smile, placing your hands over that of your lover's.
"Mm, Hello, Yoosung. How was class? I didn't even hear you come in."
He giggled, kissing below your ear, and you tense- he really needs to stop doing that before he makes you lose all inhibition.
"That's because I was sneaky."
"Sneaky, were you? You must have a really high level if you can sneak through the door without making a sound."
He giggles again, turning you around, looking down at you- He may not be very strong, but his height was something you always loved.
"Well I am a LOLOL master, I have to practice my sneak skills so that I can catch monsters."
You run your hands up along his arms slowly, smiling at the banter.
"Are you calling me a monster, Yoosung?"
He smiles down at you.
"The sneakiest of monsters. I need to utilize all my skills if I want to catch you."
"Catch me? Catch me so you can keep me?"
He blinks, his eyes becoming lidded, and you smile to yourself at the fact that he reacts to your not-so-playful quip. His fingers trace slowly along your jaw as he leans in closer to you, his breath ghosting across your lips.
"Well you are the most prized creature in the world. I have to do something to keep you."
You close your eyes, revelling in the feeling of his fingers dancing along your jaw, your chin, your neck.
"Mm, and what are you going to do to keep me?"
His hands stop, and you open your eyes, swallowing as you see the darkness in them, a smile dancing on his lips.
"Whatever is necessary."
He leans in, kissing you hard, and you moan, your body connecting to his immediately, familiar territory.
His hands reach down to your hips, gripping them tightly, tongue sliding past your lips and into your mouth. You whimper at his aggressiveness, something new that he had been utilizing lately, something you never imagined within him.
He continues to kiss you, eliciting whimpers and moans, warm breath and hands entangling between you both. His hands slide up slightly from your hips, along your waist, coming to rest on your ribcage, and you feel his body tense.
He wants something new, but is afraid to proceed.
You pull away, looking up at him through your lashes.
"What is it, Yoosung?"
He bites his lip, looking down at you, rubbing the fabric of your shirt with his thumb. His eyes dart to the side, then back to your own, and he lets out the breath he was holding through his nose.
"I want to touch your chest."
You smile up at him, watching as he tries to say this with confidence, but the blush on his cheeks defies him.
You reach down, taking his wrist in your hand, sliding his palm up your chest, and you hear his breath hitch as it slides over your breast through your shirt. You smile at him, giving him the reassurance that this was okay.
He tenderly lifts his other hand from your waist, placing it over your other breast, swallowing thickly, his previous confidence washing away with the step into new territory.
He squeezes gently, trying to figure out what to do at this point. You hum softly, enjoying the pressure, smiling up at him. He relaxes- his thumbs roll in small circles, fingers massaging gently. You moan softly, the touches completely welcome, your body tingling, gooseflesh sprinkling across your skin.
He leans down, kissing right below your ear; this, combined with his hands on your breasts, you are unable to hold back the high-pitched 'ah' that escapes your lips. He leans back to look at you, a smile on his face.
"I noticed."
It's your turn to blush this time as he leans in, returning to that spot, gently running his tongue below your earlobe. You whimper, the tremors that get sent through your body nearly unbearable, coupled with the wonderful massage being presented upon your chest creating a warm pool in your abdomen.
His left hand pulls back ever so slightly, moving over your shirt, and pinching once he found his destination.
Your head falls back, a loud moan echoing through the room as he squeezes your nipple, your hips bucking forwards. You look back up at him, the warmth growing stronger within you. He smiles shyly back at you, clearly surprised at the response, but pleased nonetheless.
You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself as he leans in to kiss you once again. His right hand travels back down to your hip, playing with the hem of your shirt gently. You question internally; is he going to take it off? Is he ready for this step?
You wait, allowing him to keep control, knowing this is what is best for him to continue.
He silently gathers up his courage, sliding his hand up under your shirt- not pushing it off, but venturing back up to your chest, sliding over the bare skin of your abdomen, your stomach, lingering gently once his fingertips meet the curve of your bosom. He looks into your eyes questioningly, and you kiss him; your answer was good enough for him.
His hand reaches up, fingers brushing over your nipple. You gasp; his fingers are cold, extremely so, causing your nipple to become erect. He rolls it between his fingertips, memorizing the reactions he creates in his exploration of this new area of your body. You whimper, your nipples being extremely sensitive. He tries out different pressures, different patterns.
Swiping his thumb slowly over top, squeezing softly, pinching hard, pulling softly, palming your breast. Your body quakes as he conducts his tests, moans travelling around the room, wrapping around you, the only thing you can hear besides his sounds of appreciation.
You finally open your eyes to look at him, and you can't help but smile. He's looking at you like you're gold- or the next best thing to him, a premium bag of Honey Buddha chips- except even better. His eyes are sparkling, filled with love, pleasure weaving in and out amidst the warmth.
He leans in, kissing you on the forehead, giving your breasts one last squeeze, before gently pulling away, He smiles apologetically at you, looking down.
You kiss him again, halting his chance to apologize, hoping you emphasize that there is nothing to apologize for. You both linger, exchanging soft, tender kisses- the heat of the moment cooling off into a gentle comfort, the warmth in your abdomen dissipating slowly.
He pulls away, smiling at you.
"You're amazing, Amora."
You smile back at him.
"And you're a fast learner."
He blushes, giggling, looking down at the ground, clearly happy that his insecurity about being bad at progressing was wrong. He pulls you into his arms, hugging you tightly, humming happily.
"Thank you."
That's it for Chapter 2. 3 Hope you enjoyed!
Stay rad guys ~
~Pixil-8