Here it is guys, the next big step in Yoosung and Amora's relationship! I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it~~
I do not own MM.
You unlocked the door to the apartment, kicking off your shoes. You could hear mutterings and fumbling sounds coming from the bedroom, an eyebrow raising slowly in confusion. Walking towards the sound, you gently push the bedroom door open, to see Yoosung sitting on the floor near the bed, digging through a plastic bag fervently.
"Yoosung..?"
Your voice practically makes him jump out of his skin, whipping around, throwing the bag behind him, as though he was hiding something he shouldn't have had.
"A-Amora! What are you- I thought- I thought you wouldn't be home til late!"
You narrow your eyes at Yoosung from the doorway, crossing your arms.
"I got to leave the office early. What are you doing?"
Yoosung looked up at you, attempting to look innocent, but your gaze made him falter. He rubbed his neck shyly.
"I, um… I wanted to surprise you tonight…"
You raise an eyebrow playfully.
"Surprise me with what, darling?"
Yoosung blushed, smiling sheepishly.
"It's… a secret…?
You laugh, shaking your head.
"As long as you aren't planning anything nefarious. We have enough of that with Luciel."
Yoosung pouts.
"I would never be nefarious! I'm too cute to do that."
Your smile widens as you nod in agreement.
"Yes, that is true. Well, I will let you be. I'm going to go finish making dinner. And by making dinner, I mean ordering chinese."
Yoosung grinned happily as you turned on your heel and walked away, and you giggled to yourself. As curious as you were to whatever he was planning, you knew that you would appreciate it much more if you waited to find out.
By the time the chinese food had arrived, he finally came out of the bedroom, pecking you on the lips quickly, insisting to pay at the door. You didn't argue, and settled down happily with your significant other as you enjoyed your food, chatting idly between bites.
Once you finished, you got up to start packing away the rest, but once again, Yoosung reached out to stop you, insisting that he do it, and that you go rest and wait for him. You raised an eyebrow questioningly, but allowed him to do so, walking to the bedroom. You open the closet, grabbing a baggy t-shirt, and exchanging your current clothes for that, slipping off your bra as well. You crawl up onto the bed, grabbing your current book off the bedside table, lazily reading the pages until Yoosung came to call for whatever he was planning.
After about twenty minutes you heard the door creak open, and you place your bookmark, returning the book to its perch. You smile up at your boyfriend as he walks towards the bed- he had changed into a light blue tank top and black pyjama bottoms. You kiss his cheek softly and he smiles down at you, taking your hand in his.
"So," You smile up at him, content to just stare into his beautiful eyes, so happy that they were both clear and sparkling, as good as new, no longer the clouded purple from before the surgery, "What is that surprise you were wanting to tell me?"
Yoosung smiled shyly, a blush creeping up onto his cheeks. He ran his thumb along your knuckles, licking his lips.
"Amora… You've been so patient with me, and so kind in helping me move past my insecurities about myself and our relationship." He looks up at you, smiling happily. "If you'll have me, I'm ready to continue moving forward."
You search his eyes, trying to find the answer to the question on the tip of your tongue without asking- but you need to know for sure, you need to be completely accurate in what he wants.
"Yoosung- are you-"
He interrupts you, catching your words on his lips, his tongue sliding gently across your own, and you melt in his arms. He pulls back gently, love swelling in his eyes, so much so you can feel his gaze warming your body.
"I want to make love to you, Amora. Not like the lust-filled moments we've had before in getting here- not that those are bad- but…" He looks down at you, his eyes taking in your entire form before looking back up to your face, a smile so pure it seemed as though it was glowing was shining back at you. "I want to really make love to you."
His fingers gingerly traced your jawline, "I want to kiss you all over your body," now down your neck, "I want to touch every inch of you," finally sliding into your hair, tilting your head gently so you couldn't avoid his love-filled gaze, "I want to look into your eyes as I fill you up for the first time."
A mixture of absolute adoration and warmth pooled throughout you- you could feel tears welling up in your eyes. Yoosung noticed this, and concern etched itself into his face.
"Amora..? Why are you crying? We don't have to, I just-" You kiss him fervently, unable to speak, but wanting him to be silent. He kissed back, taking the hint. You pull away gently, cupping his face in your hands, smiling lovingly at him, tears of joy still dancing in your eyes.
"They're good tears, Yoosung. I'm just… I'm so happy." You kiss his forehead, down along the bridge of his nose, and once again peck him on the lips. "I want you too. I want you to make love to me, Yoosung."
Yoosung grinned happily, hugging you tightly, stroking your hair. He pulled back, looking into your eyes, happiness evident throughout all of his features. He blushed a little, his smile never leaving.
"I'm really glad… Really… Um, what I was doing earlier was, I kind of panicked and bought too many brands of condoms, so I was reading them to figure out which would be best-"
You can't help but burst into laughter. He continues to smile that sheepish smile he so often has, wiping the tears from your laughter away with his thumbs. You calm yourself, smiling down at him.
"Well, as much as I appreciate the surprise, I wish I could have saved you some money. I've taken birth control for years."
Yoosung blinked slowly.
"Oh- so we don't have to use a condom?"
You nod, laughing softly.
"As long as we're both clean, we should be fine. I've never had sex before you, and I know you haven't either," You lace your arms around his shoulders, "Besides, I want to feel you inside me when we make love."
His eyes flutter at this statement, clearly pleased. He nurses his bottom lip between his teeth, regarding you.
"If that's what you want, Amora. I'll do whatever you want."
You smile down at him, tilting his chin up, meeting his lips with your own. He presses into you, tenderly at first, slowly the kisses becoming more and more heated, but never any less loving. He pulls you into his lap so you're straddling him, knees on either side of his hips. His hands slide up under the baggy shirt you're wearing, over your tummy, and up to fondle your breasts. He hums appreciatively and he squeezes them, and you take this opportunity to roll your hips against his own.
He breaks apart from the kiss, his head tilted back in a mix of surprise and pleasure. His half-lidded eyes look back up at you as he gyrates his hips against your own, his cock becoming more and more pronounced as it hardens beneath you. He leans in close to your ear, never ceasing in the rolls of his hips.
"You're so beautiful, Amora."
Your eyes close, hands running down his back as you rub yourself against him, his words making you melt. You kiss along his neck, licking and sucking, needing him completely.
His hands begin to tug at your shirt, and you pull back, lifting your arms. Your shirt is tossed away, and you reach down to repeat the process with his own. He copies your actions, smiling up at you as though you are the greatest treasure on Earth.
You roll your hips against his again, watching as his eyes flutter while he moans, unable to stop the thoughts of how fucking sexy he is. He opens his eyes again, smiling up at you. He places his hand on your back, holding you tightly against him, then rolling, so that you are now laying on the bed, and he is above you. He kisses your forehead, down along your nose, down your lips and neck, along your collarbones and shoulders. He takes time to linger along your breasts, making sure that both of your nipples are hard and swollen.
He continues his trail of kisses and bites along your body until he gets down to your panties. He hooks his fingers into the sides, pulling them down, gently sliding them off your legs and then tossing them aside. He leaned back on his heels to admire you- laid down before him, hair spread out in a mess, face flushed, chest heaving, legs spread, pussy dripping with need. He smiles lovingly at you as he leans down, kissing your lips warmly.
"I can't believe you're mine."
You smile up at him, pulling gently at his pyjama pants. "Mm, I could say the same for you, handsome."
He raises an eyebrow at you playfully.
"Handsome? What happened to cute?"
You smile, giggling softly, loving that even in a time of arousal you can joke around together; another one of the many reasons you loved this man.
"You are many things, Yoosung. Cute, handsome, sexy, and fuckable are some of the many."
He licks his lips as he smiles at you, helping you as you pull his shorts down.
"Fuckable, am I?"
You nod slowly and he leans down to your ear.
"I think I'm going to be the one doing the fucking, my love."
You shiver, moaning softly, but recuperating quickly as he kisses you, gingerly pulling away, raking a hand through your hair.
"But tonight, I will be loving you. To the best of my ability."
You smile up at him, pulling him down into another long kiss- your heart was swelling with love for this human, you couldn't kiss him enough to express it. You looked up at him, smiling shyly.
"I'm ready." You reach up with your hand to cup his cheek. "Make love to me, Yoosung."
He smiles down at you, his eyes warm and comforting. He adjusts a pillow so it lay directly beneath your head before shifting so that his hips were directly above yours. You couldn't help but feel an tremor of warmth bounce through you as you felt the tip of his cock run along your stomach as he moved.
"Are you comfortable, Amora?" His voice was tender, gentle- his touch even more so. He kissed a strand of your hair, smiling down at you, and you nodded.
"All I want right now is you, Yoosung."
He smiled, capturing your lips with his own, swirling his tongue around your own before pulling back to look you in the eye. He positioned his hips before your own, pressing his tip to your entrance, never looking away from your eyes. He pressed forwards, his tip entering ever so slightly, and your mouth hung open, heavy breathing escaping from it.
"A-Ah, Yoosung…" Your shaky voice, quaking with love, pleasure, and need goaded him on, and he pushed onwards, soon enough, filling you completely with his cock. He moaned, leaning his head down against your neck as you felt your hips connect- you were completely one with each other.
You squeezed his shoulders, and he looked up at you, his eyes full of love. You took his lips upon your own for a brief moment before pulling away.
"Thrust."
He immediately responded, his hips pulling back out and into you in a slow pace. You hummed low in your throat, your pussy still getting used to his length deep inside- he did not break his pace, continuing to take it slow and gentle as he looked down over you, his eyes never once looking away from yours.
"Amora," his voice was light and airy, "does it… Does it feel good..?"
You smile, moaning softly as you tangle your hands into his hair.
"Yes, Yoosung. You feel amazing inside of me."
He smiled, blushing happily.
"Inside of you… I've dreamt about this, but it still feels unreal."
You smile, bucking your hips, eliciting a moan from him.
"It's real."
He giggled softly despite the beads of sweat clearly resting on his forehead, leaning down and kissing your neck, whispering huskily into your ear.
"Thank God."
You wrap your arms around his shoulders, using your legs to press his hips harder against your own, moaning against his shoulder. His body was warm, soft, delicate, but the clear strength that lie just below the surface of his skin was evident as he held himself over you, muscles shifting as he continued his slow pace.
You needed more.
You bit his earlobe and he whimpered, his hips stuttering from their rhythm.
"A-Amora…"
You tangle your hands into his hair, growling against his ear.
"Yoosung, faster."
He whimpers at the demand, his hips obeying, picking up the pace. You throw your head back in delight as he presses in to you, your bodies colliding in the most heavenly of ways. You couldn't control any of the sounds escaping your mouth.
Yoosung was clearly reacting as well, no longer waiting for your demands. He propped himself up on his knees, lifting your hips into the air, causing you to gasp in surprise as he began to pound himself into you harder, faster. You moan loudly as you stare into his eyes, his brows furrowed in concentration and pleasure, lower lip caught tight between his teeth.
You press your hands against the bed below you, using them to push yourself up against Yoosung's hips, meeting him at every thrust, and he grunts in pleasure, eyes flashing as he stares down at you. His hips don't let up for a second as he reaches up, running his thumb over your clit as he continues his assault on your pussy.
You cry out his name, body writhing, so close to the edge- he presses harder, throwing one of your legs up over his shoulder, ramming into you as hard as he can, curses and low moans of your name escaping him.
You grasp the sheets in your fists, eyes rolling into the back of your head, feeling like you're about to explode.
"Yoosung, oh- Yoosung…! I'm… I'm going to…"
Your words only make him go faster, continuously swirling his thumb over your clit, revelling in the tremors he was producing within you.
"I want you to cum, Amora. I want to feel you tighten around me as I cum inside you."
This was all it took for you to lose it. Your back arched, a flurry of moans and cries of your lovers name, your hands covering your face as you orgasm. You feel Yoosung burst inside you, his hips stuttering as he rides you both through your orgasms, slowing down steadily before leaning over you, his head buried in your shoulder, his cock still sheathed deep within you.
You shakily bring your hand to his neck, rubbing small circles with your thumb, placing tender kisses upon his brow. He buries his face deeper into your neck, and you smile softly.
"Yoosung?"
He doesn't move- just a small noise of acknowledgement.
"Are you alright?"
Yoosung sat up slowly, looking into your eyes. He looked worried, ashamed, almost. You place your hands on his cheeks, concern filling you.
"What's wrong?"
Yoosung blinked as he regarded you, closing his eyes slowly.
"I wanted to be romantic and slow but I feel like I just did the opposite of that… And let pleasure take over me."
You laugh softly at his reason for worry, and shake your head, kissing his lips gently, to which he weakly reciprocated. You pull away, smiling up at him, playing with his hair.
"Yoosung, it's okay. You were very romantic and gentle- and sex feels good, it's pretty normal to get caught up in the feeling of it. Besides," You kiss along the bridge of his nose, and he smiles weakly, "I've never cum so hard in my life."
Pink flush bloomed along his cheeks, coupled with a sweet smile.
"I love you. I love you so much." He kisses your lips, his hands running through your hair slowly, and you sigh, so content, so peaceful.
"I love you too."
:D I hope you liked this chapter! I tried to emphasize how sweet I felt Yoosung would be during his first time, but obviously pleasure would get intense so it would make sense to get lost in it.
And I would like to note (just in case someone comments on this) that no, birth control is not always 100% effective, and even if you are virgins, using a condom is the most safe thing you can do- I wrote this part based on personal experience, and it works for me, so I used it in the story. Plus it's more romantic to me ~
I hope you enjoyed!
~Pixil-8