I seriously love your writing omg is it okay if I request a Yoosung "first time" fic >///< you don't have to ofc!! Ahh thank you very much
wahooooo sorry i’ve been AWOL for a few days, got caught up in work and illness and work and illness and i’m running on caffeine, paracetamol and two hours of sleep HA
i’m going mad– HERE’S SOME YOOSUNG PORN
Yoosung was the sweetest, most considerate, and loving man you knew. He had done nothing but express his adoration for you from the moment his eyes met yours, and, if that was his way of winning you over for good, oh boy, it was working. The two of you had been going steady for a couple of months now - long enough for the issues surrounding the hacker, and Rika’s apartment, to dissipate somewhat. Yoosung had become more and more focused at school, and you were willing to cheer him on at every possible opportunity. Your evenings were spent either working together, occasionally breaking for some cuddles, or taking time off, watching movies, or playing games, or even just lying together, pouring your hearts out to one another.
Nights like this were a rarity.
“Yoosung-” your breath hitched as your boyfriend nibbled on the tender skin beneath your jawline, tracing his tongue down your neck. “Be careful… You might leave a mark-”
“Like last time… Remember?”
Yoosung hummed in confirmation, but it didn’t seem like he actually cared all that much, as his lips returned to your own. You couldn’t help but let yourself melt into the kiss - for two people who had never done anything with anyone, your kisses were incredible. His teeth found your lower lip, taking it into his own mouth and sucking, his own groan of satisfaction making you all the more willing to open up to him. Shifting yourself in his lap, you wound a hand through his hair, tangling your fingers in the strands so that you could manoeuvre his head; Yoosung let you take charge as your tongue met his, his hands settling happily on your hips as your other hand, currently unoccupied, went wandering down. Despite your inexperience, you had been in this situation enough that you knew just where would make your boyfriend melt into your arms - pressing around his hipbone, you grinned as Yoosung moaned, his fingers digging into your flesh.
“Oh, ____…” He was panting, face flushed and eyes dark - a vision of lust. You knew that what you were doing was working; the evidence pressed up against the apex of your thighs, and you rocked into him, desperate for more friction to satiate your own needs. Yoosung was a mess, fingers grasping needily at your hips, your thighs, your butt - whatever he could get a grip on. This wasn’t exactly a new sight for you, in fact, you and Yoosung had done almost everything but directly touch each other. And it was getting… Frustrating, to say the least.
“Hey,” it took some effort on your behalf - you could feel your own arousal growing unbearable - as you pulled away from your lust-stricken boyfriend, not helped by the whine he emitted as his eyes fluttered open. “I don’t know about you, but I… Uh… I think I’m ready.”
“Wait-” Yoosung coughed, and took a deep breath. “You mean… Ready, ready?” His eye sparkled with excitement, and something quite a bit more mature. “Ready?”
“Ready.” You grinned back at him as you repeated the word. “I mean, if you are-”
“Of course!” Yoosung cut you off, nodding almost too enthusiastically. “I mean… I’ve been wanting to… Since… We… Uh.” The flush on his face deepened, and he looked down.
“Since we first kissed!” He exclaimed, somehow flushing even further - you were worried the blood was going in the wrong direction.
“At the party?”
“Ever since then, I’ve been… Uh… Imagining…” The last word was spoken slowly, almost as though Yoosung had tried to craft his sentence carefully - and failed. He trailed off, gaze avoiding your own. But that was all you needed to hear; it wasn’t like you hadn’t been doing the exact same, and many sleepless nights since that first kiss had been spent wishing your fingers were Yoosung’s - nights like these, where the two of you separated, often unsatisfied, hadn’t helped.
“Then let’s do it.”
“Mhm. I love you, Yoosung. I trust you, and I would love nothing more than for you to be my first,” now you were blushing. “And for me to be yours.”
Apparently satisfied with your confession, Yoosung wasted no time finding the hem of your shirt, and lifting it - suffice to say the two of you were already worked up more than enough. You returned the favour, hastily tugging at Yoosung’s shirt until he lifted himself from the headboard of your bed, allowing you to remove the garment. You didn’t want the typical bra-removal scenario to make Yoosung falter now, so, as he moved to tug at the buckle on his belt, you removed it yourself - leaving your boyfriend stunned.
“Oh…” Even through his trousers, you could feel Yoosung’s cock throb when he saw your breasts, freed from their usual restrictions. He didn’t speak, or move, for a few long moments, before turning his gaze to you. “… Can I touch them?”
You smiled - partly nerves, mostly amusement. “Of course - you are my boyfriend, Yoosung.”
Yoosung couldn’t resist taking them into his hands, and just squeezing - you could’ve laughed, if it were under any other circumstances. It took a while before he got the idea of what to do with them, but you were willing to be patient; even seeing him touching you like this was doing wonders to heighten your own arousal. When his mouth took one of your nipples, sucking gently on the hardened bud, you had to consciously stop yourself from grabbing his head. Although he neglected the other side, he was surprisingly good with his mouth, sucking hard before letting up, brushing his teeth over the sensitive bundle of nerves; your chest was heaving as you tried to regulate your breathing and filter out your moans and sighs of pleasure, and you honestly could’ve let Yoosung play with your chest all night, but you
- literally -
had more pressing matters to attend to.
“Shall we undress?” The passionate undressing of one’s lover was all very well, but neither of you had done this before - it could all become very messy, very quickly, if one of you messed up. Save the tropes for later, you thought - for now, all you wanted was to make love to your boyfriend. Thankfully, he seemed to agree, and you removed yourself from his lap - sorely missing the friction the growing bulge in his trousers had given you - removing your own jeans and, with some internal-pep talk, your panties.
Clearly, Yoosung was the one waiting, for the moment you had your panties off, he pulled you down onto the mattress. Honestly, you had so little time to feel self-conscious before his lips were on yours again, your moans muffled against his mouth as he let you fall back, his own figure covering yours.
“Um…” Yoosung wasn’t much taller than you; your frame fit perfectly against his, even as he fidgeted above you. “I hope you don’t mind if we just… Do it.”
You hadn’t even glimpsed anything beyond his torso - although you could feel his stiff member pressed against your thigh, not knowing exactly what was coming was nerve-wracking, but exciting. “I want to do this right, but I don’t think I can wait much longer.” You could even feel your own hips twitching at the thought of what was to come, your clit throbbing in anticipation, desperate for friction - never before had you been so completely aware of your entire body.
“Yoosung, please-” straining up to place a final kiss on his lips, you smiled at him. “I want you.”
No matter how much you wanted to tease him until he couldn’t handle it, mark him as your own, and hear him cry out your name, no matter how much you wanted that talented mouth on your womanhood, and no matter how much you wanted to see just how far the two of you could go in the bedroom, this was your first time. Your first time, with your true love - you were, you realised, lucky beyond belief to have found Yoosung, to have fallen in love with him, and to have him fall in love with you. You knew that you could wait - after all, you had your whole life ahead of you.
Right now, all that mattered was feeling the head of his cock as it spread you open like never before - a shiver passed down your spine as Yoosung sheathed himself inside you fully, and his own breathing hitched. It was uncomfortable, at first, but you were more than ready, and it didn’t take long before you gave him the nod to continue. It barely took you a few thrusts to realise that he was the perfect fit for you - he didn’t boast the greatest length, but that mattered little when he was able to hit all the right places, and it meant even less when he filled you so well, when he completed you so utterly.
“You… You are so perfect, ____…” Yoosung’s voice was a little garbled, gasps and moans of pleasure punctuating each one of his thrusts into you. You didn’t expect him to last long enough - but with how intensely aroused you had unexpectedly found yourself, you were beginning to doubt yourself. Even as Yoosung’s breaths grew more haggard, you were gripping the sheets, knuckles white as your other hand found your engorged clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves to the best of your ability as you let your mouth hang open, moans cascading from your lips.
Yoosung’s erratic thrusting was all the warning you needed to speed up your own pace, and as your boyfriend buried his head into the crook of your neck, cries of your name signalling his impending climax, you felt your own hit you, unexpectedly and abruptly. You convulsed with pleasure, sobbing Yoosung’s name before collapsing back into the mattress, too overwhelmed to move from your position beneath him. At some point between your climax and your subsequent return to full consciousness, Yoosung must have also climaxed - he was yet to remove himself from inside you, or, for that matter, on top of you.
Had you been more clear of mind, maybe you would have asked him to move - for now, however, you were content. The feeling of his skin, sticky but warm on your own, was comforting, and a reminder of what had just occurred. Not that you were upset, or unsatisfied in any way; everything was just perfect. You were slowly being lulled to sleep by the rhythmic breathing of the man on top of you, and, had he not moved, you could have easily found yourself drifting off. Yoosung’s voice broke the silence, snapping you out of your daze.
“Was that… Ok?” He looked half-asleep himself; eyes hooded, hair mussed, face still holding patches of redness. He looked adorable, honestly, and you wanted nothing more than to take him in your arms, and sleep.
“That was more than ok, love.” Your own voice was quiet, soft with satiation. “Everything was perfect.” Yoosung pulled himself from you with a whimper, collapsing besides you. The silence returned as you pressed against Yoosung once again, who happily entwined himself with you. Minutes passed, and, as you returned to the cusp of slumber, too far gone now to re-awaken, Yoosung spoke once again.
“Say my name again,” he whispers. I close my eyes and lean forward. “Étienne.” He takes my hand into his. Those perfect hands, that fit mine just so. “Anna?” Our foreheads touch. “Yes?” “Will you please tell me you love me? I’m dying here.”
“Hi, I’m here for Y/n Y/l/n.” Calum says in a rushed tone.The man behind the counter looks at him weird, seeing as he was desperate and out of breath.
“Relation to the patient?” He asks slyly. God, he couldn’t answer friend or boyfriend even though it was what he was supposed to be before he fucked up. But then he thought, screw it. He needed to be in there.
“Husband. I’m her husband.” He lies and even though the man looks skeptical, he passes him through with a room number and rolled eyes.
427, Calum thought over and over in his head as he searched. Fourth floor, fourth floor.
To Calum, The elevator ride was way too damn long. Here he was, absoulutely dying because the girl he loved was in a hospital bed and he wasn’t by her side. When the doors finally opened, he couldn’t have ran any faster. In fact, if he had stopped when the guy had yelled at him, he could’ve gotten kicked out.
Then he saw it, the glorious 3 digit number he was searching for. He swung open the door, first seeing her closest friends who were in the car with her, and then he saw her, sleeping.
Suddenly, he was at a loss for words.
“Calum?” One of her friends asked, a bit confused.
“Is she okay?” He finally spits out. They look around at each other, ignoring his question, making him panic further.
“Please, tell me she’s okay.” He asks again and they look at him again.
“She’s gonna be fine, Calum.” The same girl says and he sighs, “Minor injuries.”
Y/n groans as she wakes up, surprised at the girls near her.
“Oh no, what did I do?” She grins, earning a chuckle from the girls. Calum’s voice hitches in his throat as he hears her voice for the first time in a month.
“It wasn’t you. Some asshole rear ended us and you actually saved us from injuries.” The girls tell her and she sits up, finally noticing him.
“Calum,” She starts, “Why are you-“
“Are you okay?” Calum interrupts, coming to her side.
“I’m fine, Calum, but don’t you have a tour going on?” She asks, concerned more about his career than her own well being.
“That- that doesn’t matter as much as you do.” He starts, “In fact, nothing matters more than you do. I’m sorry I wasn’t paying more attention to you those months ago. I understand how you felt, and I’m sorry. God, I’m sorry, Y/n.”
“It’s fine, Cal. I’m serious. I got over it.” She states.
“No, it’s not fine.” He tells her, “I ruined our relationship over taking you for granted and I regret it so much, Y/n. I love you- I still love you,” He spills, “Will you take me back?”
Surprised at his sudden proposal, Y/n was at a loss for words.
“Calum, of course I would, but-“ She’s cut off by the sound of another guy’s voice coming through the doorway.
“Oh my God, Y/n, sweetheart are you okay?” Calum cringes at his nickname for you coming out of another man’s mouth as he turns, “I heard and got the first flight out of Ohio as fast as I could.”
Josh. Freaking. Dun curled up to the side of Y/n, much to Calum’s surprise.
the world hurts me so much… why are the ones in power not doing anything about the murder & genocide & war? why do we just sit here? i hate it i hate it. people are losing everything. they’re watching people they love die and dying themselves. and we’re just sitting here, safe in our homes. safe and protected and loved and we believe we are important to this world and it’s fucked. we’re so priviledged and lucky to just exist how we exist, to have our problems be our problems. sometimes i feel stupid for being sad about petty things because there are people who are dying and they’re yelling for help and nobody is helping. nobody is helping. what do we do?