#yoosungxreader

“Ah!” The blond underneath you moaned out softly, the pillow he had been using to rest his head up was now scrunched up in his fists, saliva staining the pillowcase from places he had bit down on to muffle the noises coming from him.

“C’mon, Yoosung. I want to hear more than just that from you. Be a good boy for me,” your hand was placed on the small of his back, adding pressure to the spot to arch his back to an angle that made it easier for you to deeply thrust your strap into him, “I know that’s what you like to do, anyway.”

Your hands immediately went to wrap around his waist, pulling him up so his back was flush to your chest, his hand that was tangled in the sheets moved to your wrist, nudging your hand up. With a raised brow, you shook your head and laughed, stilling the movements of your hips while you were bottomed out inside of him. You knew exactly what he wanted, but you weren’t going to indulge him if he wasn’t going to ask properly.

“You can do better than that, baby. I know you can.” As you spoke, you trailed kisses up the side of Yoosung’s neck, grinding your hips against him in an attempt to elicit some type of response out of him. When you reached his earlobe, you lowered your voice to whisper into his ear. “I know my good little slut wants my hand around his throat, but if he doesn’t ask nicely, he doesn’t get what he wants.”

The second you called him the nickname you had quickly found out he liked, he was instantly babbling out things he wanted from you. None of them made sense as they were all jumbled together in his shy way of asking for all the things he wanted you to do to him. You were slowly inching your hand up his chest as he spoke, rolling your eyes with a groan as your hand found its place on the base of his throat. Your fingers dug into the sides of his neck, cutting off his flow of oxygen for the time being and his ability to speak at all. Yoosung was once again back to a whining mess with just one different touch.

“If you learned how to use your words, Yoosung, I’d still be fucking you right now.” You gave his throat a tighter squeeze before dropping your hand down to his hips, gripping tightly onto him as you pulled your strap out of him to the tip, quickly slamming back into the blond without giving him any time to prepare for your vicious new pace with him. Yoosung was a fucked out mess just with a few more thrusts of your hips, his body falling limp and tears forming in the corners of his eyes. Since he was so small, you were able to shift him on the bed and force him to face the mirror from across the room, a smirk on your lips as you bit down on his shoulder and held his head up with a gentle grip on his throat to force him to stare at his own reflection.

“Look at you, so weak for my cock to be pounding into you…” You trailed off as you saw his cheeks flush red as he made eye contact with you in the mirror, “Oh? Are you actually enjoying this? Do you enjoy me forcing you to watch yourself be destroyed and fucked stupid by me?” You were teasing him, forcing the rhythm of your hips to be slightly off to keep him on edge.

“Yes! Ah, yes. I… I love it. So much.” Yoosung’s speech was broken and rushed, but he was still able to get his words out to express what you wanted to hear and you were pleased enough. Even through his fucked-out and hazy brain, he was still able to obey your command.

You quickly decided he had been good enough for you for the night to let him cum, so you wasted no time and picking up the rhythm of your hips again. The sound of your skin slapping against his mixed with his high-pitched whines and moans in the room. His body went limp again as you thrust into him relentlessly, your grip on his body tightening so you could keep him held up at an angle that let you thrust your strap into him deeply.

“There! R-right there… harder, please. M’gonna cum…” Yoosung had tears in his eyes once again as he spoke, a few of them rolling down his cheek and falling onto his chest.

You wiped up some of his tears with your fingertips, pushing the digits past his lips which he eagerly accepted, and instantly started sucking on the fingers in his mouth. You watched his face closely in the mirror as you pounded into him, his moans becoming more frequent as he got closer to his orgasm. He once again made eye contact with you in the mirror, his hand reaching to lift near his cock. With a silent nod, you gave him permission to touch himself, and mere seconds after his hand was stroking his length, he cried out your name as he came onto his hand and the sheets below him.

“There we go… such a good boy. How do you feel, pretty boy?” You stilled your hips almost instantly, carefully pulling out of him and supporting his body with your tight grip to make sure he didn’t fall onto the bed too soon.

“I feel… ah…” His voice was just as hazy as the look on his face, a smile forming on his lips while you laid him down carefully onto the mattress.

Yoosung was already closing his eyes as you moved off the bed and removed the strap-on from yourself. You gave his forehead a soft kiss before going to the bathroom to fill up a cup with water and wet a washcloth to clean him off. Faint snores filled the room when you walked back in, but Yoosung woke up quickly when he heard your footsteps nearing the bed.

“Here, I got you water. Drink up, darling.” You spoke quietly, not wanting to wake him up too much, he deserved all the rest he could get now that you were done with him.

He mumbled out a soft thanks before drinking down the glass of water, setting the empty cup on the nightstand next to the bed as you cleaned off his forehead of sweat and moved to clean his hand that was covered in his cum.

“You can nap first, Yoosung, but later you and I are taking a nice bath together to soothe your muscles, got it?” You climbed into the bed next to him after rinsing off the washcloth and placing it on the bathroom sink, making a mental note to throw it in the washing machine later.

“I’m not,” she protested, crossing her arms over her chest. He tilted his head at her, making a bit of setting sunlight hit his face just enough for her to tell that he’d been digging a hole again. The simple smear of dirt on his cheek almost made her give in and ask to join him.

“Do you wanna play? Dad said I could play,” he spoke enthusiastically, wiggling in excitement. She felt anger rise in her, her face contorting.

“No! I don’t wanna play,” she grumbled, seeing his shoulders slump.

“But...” he started, huffing and pouting like he always did when he was disappointed. “My dad replaced the batteries in my lightsabers!” he offered, making her eyes find his again. It was almost enough to make her give up on her mission, but she grit her teeth and shook her head.

“I’m running away,” she blurted out, pushing down the tears that threatened to spill over again. Yoosung looked horrified, his excited movement stopping abruptly.

“Why?” he wondered, his expression making her chest hurt again.

“Because my parents hate me!” she yelled angrily, stomping her foot in the dirt and feeling her face get hot. She didn’t want to remember what had happened back at her house, but it reminded her to keep running.

“I’m here to say bye and thanks for being my friend,” she spoke quickly, watching as his bottom lip began to tremble. He shook his head insistently, not wanting to listen to her.

“You shouldn’t have runned away!” he yelled, grabbing two fistfuls of his shirt. His violet eyes began to fill with tears, making her own voice want to stay in her throat.

“Why not?” she asked quietly, wondering if he knew something she didn’t. Like, maybe it was April Fool’s Day and she forgot. Or Opposite Day.

“Because your parents will miss you!” he said, his nose becoming red as he let out a small sob. “And I’ll miss you too!” With that, he dissolved into a fit of tears, slumping to the ground and wailing loudly.

She stood there for a moment, wondering what to do. His words made her tummy feel funny, but she wanted to leave before it would get too dark outside.

But his tears and his words and his loud cries that held her name stopped her, a loud sob wracking her body as well. Before she knew it, she was crying as she melted to the ground beside him.

She’d begun hiccuping when Yoosung’s mother rushed into the backyard. She carefully picked both of them up after making sure they weren’t hurt, bringing them inside and setting them both on couch with a soft smile.

Both of their cries had started to die down after a few minutes. She felt calmer being in their home. It was a lot warmer than outside, and it smelled like chocolate chip cookies.

They were both still sniffling, not meeting each other’s eyes. Over their sniffles, she heard his mother dial a number into the phone.

She felt a wave of nausea wash over her when Mrs. Kim said her mother’s name, rushing over to tug on her pant leg in protest. But Mrs. Kim just pat her head, giving her a warm smile as she asked her mother if MC could spend the night at their house.

When her tears finally stopped, she felt like her eyes were the heaviest things ever. That was when Yoosung wandered off, only to return mere moments later. He was holding his favorite blanket in his arms, unraveling it to wrap it around her tired body.

“You will be all better in the morning,” he told her quietly, his eyes swollen but his smile as bright as ever. She gave him a tired smile in return.

They both held one of Mrs. Kim’s hands as she led them to Yoosung’s bedroom. After she’d tucked them in, making sure Yoosung’s blanket was still wrapped tight around her, they laid in silence and stared at the glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling.

“I won’t run away,” she told him, feeling very sleepy and warm. Yoosung wiggled excitedly, finding her hand under the covers and gripping it tightly.  

“Promise?” he asked in a whisper. She glanced over at him, his beaming face illuminated by the gentle glow of the nightlight in the corner.

“Promise,” she whispered back.

She wanted to stay awake longer; she felt so safe and calm, and his warm smile only strengthened that feeling. But her eyes fluttered closed on their own, her energy completely gone. Their grip on each other’s hands loosened but didn’t release, and they both happily drifted to sleep with smiles on their little faces.

14 years later, as they laid together in the small twin bed in Yoosung’s apartment, she couldn’t help but smile at the memory. Sometimes she would bring it up to hear him laugh, or to see him smile, or to see him look at her in a way that no one else had.

She found his hand as it rested on his chest, intertwining their fingers and feeling his warm breath wash over her.

Turning to look up at his face, she saw that he’d already fallen asleep, but a small smile still lingered on his lips as he breathed deeply.

She delighted in the happy warmth that found her toes and her fingertips, unable to help the love she felt and would always feel for him.

And ever since that day when they were kids, she had no doubts that her home was in his arms.

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asdfghjkl i’ve wanted to write for Yoosung since july!! this was definitely something new for me, but i had fun writing it! i hope you enjoyed! 

“What do you want?”

“I’m not too thrilled about this either, but we should get together this afternoon to prepare for the final.”He wasn’t looking me in the eyes. Does he know? He wouldn’t, we always fight. He’s shifting his feet? Why does he look so nervous? He never acts like this. 

“Yeah sure, whatever,” I retorted and threw my bag on my back.

Why would I say that? I already know he hates me, I don’t need to make it worse.

“You can uh….” He coughed loudly and then mumbled.

“What?”

“You can come over to my dorm if you want, I live in a single in West Wing. It’ll be easier than going to the library.”

Oh. What? Was that a flex or just an honest offer?

“That’s fine, I’ll be there at 5,” I pushed past him, went out the door, and headed back to my dorm.

What the hell is wrong with me? And what the hell is up with him? That’s the longest conversation we’ve had without fighting. Although, that’s not saying much.

I groaned and shoved my hands in my pockets as I marched down the sidewalk. I stared at the ground and with each step grimaced at the snow crunching beneath my feet. It was cold, and I didn’t like. The longer I stared at the ground the slower I walked, until finally coming to a halt. The cold stopped bothering me. I gazed at the snow in the grass next to the cement, noticing how it gripped onto the blades. Noticing how it ever so slowly melted in the bright sun. Noticing how-

“Hey, are you okay?”

I whipped my head up to see Yoosung, his hand on my shoulder and concern in his eyes. I brushed his hand away and started to walk.

“I’m fine, leave me alone.”

I heard him trot lightly and then match my pace as I walked quickly. I realized he wasn’t going to leave me alone until I said something.

“I’m just kind of out of it, okay?” I tried to quicken my pace but his legs were longer than mine and he was able to keep up just fine. “Now if you could just leave me be until-”

“Until we meet up at 5? Well, it’s 4:30, I noticed you staring at the ground and I assumed you had just stopped before I saw you but realized you weren’t moving at all,” he said almost gently. I spotted out of the corner of my eye his hand reaching up to rest on my shoulder, but he stopped himself and pulled back, and when I looked over to him he looked away.

This is getting weird. What’s going on?

“Okay, then we’ll just head over to your place now, then,” I grunted in annoyance and took off in that direction.

Why am I like this? Why am I so mean to him?

When we finally arrived at his building, he unlocked the door and my senses were nearly overloaded as I walked in. The room smelled like him - of course - all around me, there were movie and video game posters covering the walls, and laundry on the ground.

“Sorry for the mess, I didn’t have a chance to clean up after class,” he smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

He’s avoiding eye contact again.

“That’s okay,” I said as I threw my bag on the floor and plopped onto his couch. “Wanna get started?”

“Oh! Yeah, just gimme a second, I gotta grab my stuff. I’ll be right back,” he rushed over to his room and gently shut the door behind.

I pulled out the rubric for the assignment and my notebook, flipping to an empty page. Waiting for him to come back from his room, I started to space out again. I stared at the paper on my lap. 

Drip.

I followed the blue lines, how they travelled across the page,

Drip.

how they crossed the red line that flowed down the side of-

“A-are you okay? What’s wrong?”

I snapped out of it. There was a hand on my shoulder. Yoosung was sitting down next to me.

“What do you mean…?”

I looked back down at my notebook and saw small dark circles on the page. 

Am I…crying?

I rubbed the heel of my hand over my cheek and it picked up a few tears. Apparently, I was crying.

Why am I crying?

I wiped my more tears away. 

Stress.

“Is everything alright? Is there anything I can do to help?”

Lack of sleep, too, probably.

I became hyper-aware of his on my shoulder, though he was still gentle. I instinctively leaned into his touch and felt his hand tense, bringing me to my senses. I cough lightly to try and indicate a change of topic. He pulled his hand away.

“Let’s get started on this,” I tried to smile and flipped to a new page in my notebook.

“Are you sure? We can-”

“I’m sure, we’ve gotta get this figured out so I keep my GPA up.”

“Okay,” he replied curtly. There was a hint of hesitation as he reached into his bag and pulled out his own notebook. His movements were slow and steady, like he was trying to not scare me or something. I blew it off.

“Alright so, for the topic I was thinking that we could stick with-”

“I know what it’s like.’

“Excuse me?”

“The pressure. The deprivation.”

“What are you talking about?” I shook my head almost violently. Either he was talking nonsense or he was inside my head. He didn’t respond, he just looked into my eyes. His gaze was gentle, welcoming, calming. I sighed and put my face in my hands.

“It’s okay, you know. Getting the grade you want isn’t worth sacrificing your health for.”

He spoke from experience. I could hear it in his voice. Like he said, he knows how it feels.

“You wanna talk about it?”

I stopped for a moment. I did want to, but did he want to listen? Why would he be offering his ear to me when all we do is fight? Did he fight for the same reason I did? 

Well, there’s only one way to find out…

I turned to him and looked into his eyes. They were…soft. Calming. A deep shade of relaxed and content. My eyes were red. Puffy. A bright hue of stressed and exhausted.

“It’s just so…” I hiccupped. “So so so so haaaaaaaard!” More tears came out, slide smoothly down my cheeks. I didn’t want to be crying in front of him. I just couldn’t stop. I dropped my head and crumpled the paper on my lap and gripped it hard, I wanted to break a plate against the table, I wanted to punch a hole in the wall, I wanted…I wanted to sleep. I looked back up at him with pleading eyes. What I was pleading for, even I didn’t know.

“It’s okay, I know it’s hard, but it’s okay to feel and let other people see it,” he smiled softly and scooted back against the couch, slowly laying me down to rest my head on his lap, “I know what it’s like and it’s hard to keep it to yourself.”

I hummed in content. Laying down. It felt so good. I felt his fingers gently run through my hair, soft and careful. I was at peace. I let my eyes slip shut and listened to his shallow breaths and felt his fingers tracing through my hair.

…

An artificial light hit my eyes. I opened my eyes, just barely, squinting and covering them protectively with the back of my hand. 

Where the hell am I?

I turned my head a bit. When I looked up, my eyes locked on to Yoosung’s sleeping face. He looked so calm and comfortable. I slowly and carefully sat up, trying not to wake him up. I rubbed my eyes and checked my phone for the time. 2:32 in the morning. 

2:32 in the morning?!