Dark Blue
DARK BLUE
~english~
*Yoosu*
NC-17
one-shot
smut.
beta-ed by: poppy_sky
for my beautiful Yoosu daughter ~ Vir
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You are not really sure what triggered this, all you know is the feeling right now. His eyes seemed distant, a little empty when he kept staring at you.
No words were spoken; he just took your hand and dragged you to this small room. What was it? A storage room, a bathroom, it is dark so you are not sure. You don’t really care when his hands are all over you, his lips touching the skin on your neck; teeth nibbling softly on your skin.
You close your eyes, there's hands pulling down your trousers; why are you scared suddenly? You’ve done this before; these are the hands that have held you with so much love before. But it is the urge and the lack of tenderness; those deep eyes staring at you that make you wonder why.
The floor feels cold on your back; your shirt is pulled up, but still trapped on your body. His shirt was long forgotten on the floor as you began to roam your hands on his chest while he presses his hands on your hipbones. He is swallowing your moans with his lips, exploring your mouth with his tongue, biting your lips a little too harshly.
His hands a little too strong on you, locking your arms above your head, your legs spread almost instantly when you feel his hard on poking your tight.
He is biting on your skin, pressing too hard on your wrists, not saying a word. His breath next to your ear feels strange, distant maybe. You want to ask why when suddenly the warmth of his body is gone. Your underwear is thrown away somewhere; you open your eyes only to find him licking his lips, hot breath on your groin.
A question in your eyes that gets lost as he swallows you completely; your hands looking for something to hold on to when pleasure starts spreading through your body. Scratching your nails on the floor, you moaning loudly, stopping the moment his hand is on your mouth, telling you to be quiet.
Oh, there are people outside, you could get caught, but the pleasure keeps getting bigger-he is humming around your arousal making your toes curl. Your hands search for his hair, pulling it slowly, just like you know he loves it.
But it surprises you when he stops you. Not so gently he removes your hands from his hair, holds them, and intertwines his finger with yours, never stopping the suctions on your arousal; his eyes locked with yours when he softly bites your balls.
You are about to explode, you can feel it. The tip of your cock hits the back of his throat, the feeling building up warm all over your body; the position uncomfortable in that small room.
Soft whimpers can be heard from your mouth when he suddenly pulls away from your still hard cock; pre-cum being licked with his tongue. You support yourself on your elbows, confused and waiting, still not daring to say a word.
He strips off his pants and boxers and lays his body on top of yours, lightly scratching his nails on your legs, your stomach, pinching your nipples, licking them, biting harshly. There are fingers in your mouth; you suck on them slowly, his eyes still unreadable.
You try to caress his arms, noticing he is mad but you can’t figure out why. He suddenly stops and stares at you, softly touching your hair. There’s a smile on your face. There’s a smirk on his and a small chuckle comes out from his lips.
It hurts-he enters you without any preparation or warnings; your nails digging on his shoulders, his erection buried deep inside you, and he starts moving, not waiting even when there are tears in your eyes; when it hurts still.
You want to tell him to stop, that it hurts, but you can’t. His thrusts become faster, your hips moving on their own to meet with his. He forces your legs further apart and holds your knees; groans escaping from his mouth, soft moans coming out of yours.
He lets go of your legs and you circle them around his waist. It hurts-he is being rough; not the usual love making you know from him. There are only loud moans filling the little room.
He almost digs his nails on your cheeks while his hand is covering your mouth preventing you from screaming. Pain starts turning into pleasure; his other hand is fisting you, almost at the same speed as he hits your prostate with his thrusts, groaning on top of you.
Still, a part of you wanted to stop, this is not him. You don’t dare to ask; maybe your mind is too clouded with pleasure, while he pounds on you on the floor in this small space. You want to scream, ask him to stop, yet you don’t, just shamelessly moan and even ask for more.
He pushes in one more time, before he comes hard, filling you up; all deep groans and closed eyes. He stays still watching you, breathing heavily.
After what seemed forever, his hand leaves your mouth, only to be replaced by his lips. He bites and licks yours, asking for entrance, letting his tongue caress yours. You are still hard; his other hand still touching you, moving up and down so slowly.
You circle your arms around his neck when orgasm hits you, covering his hand in come, moaning right into his ear.
He pulls out, you whimper, he kisses your forehead and stands up. He looks around for his clothes and gets dressed fast. You stare at him while he pulls up his jeans, fixes his hair, and then helps you get dressed.
When you try to stand up, it hurts like hell. Your legs won’t respond, so you go back to sit on the floor. You look up; looking for him, but all you hear is the door closing when he leaves the room.
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~english~
*Yoosu*
NC-17
one-shot
smut.
beta-ed by: poppy_sky
for my beautiful Yoosu daughter ~ Vir
+++++
You are not really sure what triggered this, all you know is the feeling right now. His eyes seemed distant, a little empty when he kept staring at you.
No words were spoken; he just took your hand and dragged you to this small room. What was it? A storage room, a bathroom, it is dark so you are not sure. You don’t really care when his hands are all over you, his lips touching the skin on your neck; teeth nibbling softly on your skin.
You close your eyes, there's hands pulling down your trousers; why are you scared suddenly? You’ve done this before; these are the hands that have held you with so much love before. But it is the urge and the lack of tenderness; those deep eyes staring at you that make you wonder why.
The floor feels cold on your back; your shirt is pulled up, but still trapped on your body. His shirt was long forgotten on the floor as you began to roam your hands on his chest while he presses his hands on your hipbones. He is swallowing your moans with his lips, exploring your mouth with his tongue, biting your lips a little too harshly.
His hands a little too strong on you, locking your arms above your head, your legs spread almost instantly when you feel his hard on poking your tight.
He is biting on your skin, pressing too hard on your wrists, not saying a word. His breath next to your ear feels strange, distant maybe. You want to ask why when suddenly the warmth of his body is gone. Your underwear is thrown away somewhere; you open your eyes only to find him licking his lips, hot breath on your groin.
A question in your eyes that gets lost as he swallows you completely; your hands looking for something to hold on to when pleasure starts spreading through your body. Scratching your nails on the floor, you moaning loudly, stopping the moment his hand is on your mouth, telling you to be quiet.
Oh, there are people outside, you could get caught, but the pleasure keeps getting bigger-he is humming around your arousal making your toes curl. Your hands search for his hair, pulling it slowly, just like you know he loves it.
But it surprises you when he stops you. Not so gently he removes your hands from his hair, holds them, and intertwines his finger with yours, never stopping the suctions on your arousal; his eyes locked with yours when he softly bites your balls.
You are about to explode, you can feel it. The tip of your cock hits the back of his throat, the feeling building up warm all over your body; the position uncomfortable in that small room.
Soft whimpers can be heard from your mouth when he suddenly pulls away from your still hard cock; pre-cum being licked with his tongue. You support yourself on your elbows, confused and waiting, still not daring to say a word.
He strips off his pants and boxers and lays his body on top of yours, lightly scratching his nails on your legs, your stomach, pinching your nipples, licking them, biting harshly. There are fingers in your mouth; you suck on them slowly, his eyes still unreadable.
You try to caress his arms, noticing he is mad but you can’t figure out why. He suddenly stops and stares at you, softly touching your hair. There’s a smile on your face. There’s a smirk on his and a small chuckle comes out from his lips.
It hurts-he enters you without any preparation or warnings; your nails digging on his shoulders, his erection buried deep inside you, and he starts moving, not waiting even when there are tears in your eyes; when it hurts still.
You want to tell him to stop, that it hurts, but you can’t. His thrusts become faster, your hips moving on their own to meet with his. He forces your legs further apart and holds your knees; groans escaping from his mouth, soft moans coming out of yours.
He lets go of your legs and you circle them around his waist. It hurts-he is being rough; not the usual love making you know from him. There are only loud moans filling the little room.
He almost digs his nails on your cheeks while his hand is covering your mouth preventing you from screaming. Pain starts turning into pleasure; his other hand is fisting you, almost at the same speed as he hits your prostate with his thrusts, groaning on top of you.
Still, a part of you wanted to stop, this is not him. You don’t dare to ask; maybe your mind is too clouded with pleasure, while he pounds on you on the floor in this small space. You want to scream, ask him to stop, yet you don’t, just shamelessly moan and even ask for more.
He pushes in one more time, before he comes hard, filling you up; all deep groans and closed eyes. He stays still watching you, breathing heavily.
After what seemed forever, his hand leaves your mouth, only to be replaced by his lips. He bites and licks yours, asking for entrance, letting his tongue caress yours. You are still hard; his other hand still touching you, moving up and down so slowly.
You circle your arms around his neck when orgasm hits you, covering his hand in come, moaning right into his ear.
He pulls out, you whimper, he kisses your forehead and stands up. He looks around for his clothes and gets dressed fast. You stare at him while he pulls up his jeans, fixes his hair, and then helps you get dressed.
When you try to stand up, it hurts like hell. Your legs won’t respond, so you go back to sit on the floor. You look up; looking for him, but all you hear is the door closing when he leaves the room.
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