Hi guys! I really hope you've been enjoying the story so far. Here's chapter 5 :3
I do not own MM.
You stretched out your back on the couch, propping yourself up on your arms. You had just taken an involuntary nap, apparently, seeing as you couldn't remember falling asleep. You blink the sleep from your eyes to see Yoosung kneeling next to you on the floor, smiling at you.
"Well, good morning sleeping beauty."
You smile sleepily and place a kiss on his nose.
"Hello prince charming."
He giggles and rubs his nose against your own before climbing up onto the couch behind you, pulling you up so your back is against his chest. His arms wrap around your waist and you settle into his touch, still half-asleep.
You hum happily as he kisses along the back of your ear, sucking softly at your earlobe, a moan drifting from you as he continues.
"Yoosung, stop teasing me… It's not nice to tease someone when they've just woken up."
He smiles devilishly against your neck.
"But what if I want to tease you?"
Suddenly, you feel awake.
"Well I suppose I couldn't stop you if that was what you wished for."
He hums appreciatively against your neck, sucking at it gently.
"Well, there is something I wish for."
You reach back, lacing your fingers through his hair, desperate that he will continue.
"Mm, what might that be?"
He leaned into your ear, placing a chaste kiss against it before whispering huskily into your ear.
"I want to taste you."
You don't even try to hold back the moan that bursts from your mouth- that was the hottest thing you'd ever heard from his mouth. It was a month ago when you got home from that party and convinced him to let you suck him off, and you had never made him feel pressured to return the favour, even if you desperately wanted it- you only truly wanted it, if he did too.
You crane your neck to look at his eyes as best you can.
"Are you… sure?"
He doesn't respond; instead, he bites hard on your shoulder, running his hand down your stomach, tantalizingly close to your warmth, before trailing it onto your inner thigh, your body quaking in disappointment in the near-touch.
He brings his hands to your shirt, lifting it. You sit up so he can pull it away from you, leaning back against him once it was gone. His hands fondle your breasts, squeezing them tightly, pinching and twisting the way he knew you liked. Your body was getting warmer by the second- you rubbed your thighs together in an attempt to relieve some of the growing need.
Suddenly, you were flipped- he was on top of you, your legs pinned underneath his own as he looked down at you, your breath caught in your throat.
He smiles down at you, leaning down to bite your lip softly.
"Will you let me?"
You whimper, bucking your hips up against his own, causing him to shudder, his smile growing wider.
"I'll take that as a yes."
He began kissing down your body, hooking his fingers into your shorts- you find yourself thankful that you wore gym shorts today since you had the day off. He pulled them off fluidly, tossing them away to be found in the living room at a later time. He admired the see-through material of your panties, kissing above your vagina gently, and you moan, hips rolling, aching for so much more.
He smiles up at you, taking the not-so-subtle hint. He pulls your panties down, dropping them on the floor, and lays down over the edge of the couch so he's nestled perfectly between your legs, both of which are resting on his shoulders. He looks at your sex with a mixture of appreciation, lust, and curiosity. He leans in, flicking his tongue out against your clit.
"Fuck-!" Your hips buck up at this, sparks exploding through your body at that simple motion. You can practically feel his grin between your legs. He doesn't hesitate anymore- he pulls you towards him by the hips, his tongue delving into your depths. One of your hands buries itself into his hair, the other thrown over your eyes- you could just feel how red your face must be.
Had he been watching porn? Where the hell did he learn to use his tongue like this?
He pulled back ever so slightly, using his fingers to spread your pussy open, licking his lips which were moist with your juices.
"Mm, Amora.. You taste so sweet. Just like I imagined… And you're so wet for me," He ran his tongue along your opening, causing you to whimper loudly, "so wet… I can't get enough." He buried his tongue inside you once more, thrusting in and out, fucking you relentlessly with it. Your body quaked at his touch, your mind hardly registering that this pleasure was real- it was so good, you worried you were dreaming.
Yoosung gave your vagina another long lick before bringing a finger up to it, running it along your wet entrance. The tip of his finger slid in fluidly, slick with your juices, and you whimper, wiggling your hips, hoping for more. He smiles, slowly sliding the finger in until it is completely sheathed within you before pulling it back out- his movements are slow, meant to torture you.
"Fuck, Yoosung… Please…"
"Hmm?" His voice came off lazily, as though he were reading the paper, not sliding his finger in and out of your cunt as slowly as possible. "Please what?"
You moan louder.
"Please, faster. I need, I need more.. Please."
He smiles, finally hearing the reaction he wanted. He slid another finger inside you, leaning up to latch his mouth to your clit, pumping his fingers in and out methodically. Now both of your hands were tangled into his hair, your insides contracting with pleasure. You knew you wouldn't be able to last much longer, especially if-
"FUCK!"
-he found your sweet spot.
He had curled his fingers inside you, pressing up into your abdomen, and upon hearing your pleasured screams, continued to do so. Your body could barely handle it, the mixture of his fingers massaging your g-spot as he suckled at your clit like it was the greatest candy he'd ever tasted, you were nearly at your peak.
"Oh, Yoosung.. Yoosung…! I'm so close!"
He moaned against you, his tongue vibrating against your clit and the sensation caused you to throw your head back in pleasure, your hips bucking as you feel your climax coming. He pumps his hand harder, faster, his tongue not faltering for a second in its attack on you.
Your entire body quakes violently as you cum- a cry of Yoosung's name spilling out from you like a dam that had broken. Yoosung did not let up- he continued to pump in and out of you, riding you through your orgasm, only slowing once he felt your body relax. He pulls his fingers out of your pussy, promptly sliding them into his own mouth, sucking your cum off of them. You bite your lip, fighting the urge to moan loudly once more.
He smiles as he crawls back up over you, leaning down to kiss you- this time you revel in the taste of his mouth, his lips wet with the flavour of your cum.
It was delightful.
He pulls back to look at you, placing gentle kisses all over your face- a completely different sensation than the ravishing he was unleashing upon you minutes before.
"So… how was it?"
You laugh loudly, shaking your head.
"Awful. Clearly."
You reach a hand up to his cheek, swiping some of your cum away- he grins as you slide your finger into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it to get every last drop.
"Mmm," he moans around your finger as he pulls away, licking his lips, "yes, clearly."
You giggle at the sparkle in his eye, shaking your head.
"You never cease to amaze me."
"Well, I would hope not."
"Good. Now carry me to bed."
"What?" Yoosung laughed loudly. "Didn't you just wake up from a nap before this?"
You pout at him.
"Yes, your point?"
He shook his head, unable to hold back his toothy grin.
"Nothing, my love. Whatever you wish." He scooped you into his arms, carrying you to the bed, wrapping himself around you, tenderly kissing every inch of your face he could reach, laced with murmurs of "I love you's" and sweet nothings until you both dozed off in each other's arms.
And that's it for Chapter 5! I love the adorable dynamic that I believe Yoosung and MC would have. Just so cute and adorably flirtatious~
Please let me know what you think~
~Pixil-8