#yoosungxmc

[mysme-cutie]

Happy Birthday Yoosungie Oppa!!!          A cute short Webtoon on How MC spend before and during Yoosung’s Bday.. I wonder what happen after bday thou, I’ll leave that in your imagination and hope you enjoy this content ♥

[lovehatemysme]

[Yoosung x MC] [Pure Smut; Blindfold, Sensation Play]

You leaned back at the headboard of the bed as Yoosung leaned back to you, sitting between your legs as he gulped. You caressed his legs and spread them open, you blew air to his ear and he shivered, you couldn’t help but giggle at his reaction.

“You ready?” you whispered to his ear and nibbled his neck, one hand massaging his inner thigh, inching closer and closer to his member and he inhaled sharply, sensitive to the little touches as his sight was obstructed with a blindfold. He nodded and exhaled a yes, holding onto your knees as he braced himself. You reached for the bowl near to you, taking a cube of ice between your fingers and started to nibble and lick Yoosung’s neck as you pressed your bare chest on his back. Yoosung’s an eager beaver, ready to explore anything and everything that would please you both.

“Hnngg,” Yoosung arched his back and gripped on your knees as soon as the ice touched his nipple, the cold sensation driving him ticklish, pain mixed with pleasure, a feeling he couldn’t understand. You circled the ice around his nipple as you continued to nibble his neck, your other hand pushing his hips back to you. He whimpered as your hand brushed slightly on his tip.

Yoosung let out a yelp when you pressed the ice onto his nipple, you peppered his neck with kisses as you took his member with your free hand, slowly stroking him.  You could feel the ice melting on your fingers, the cold water dripping from his chest down to his stomach. The cold and cooling sensation making him shiver on your arms. His nipple started to feel numb from the coldness of the ice, once it melted you switched hands. Yoosung jolted as you palmed his hardening cock with your cold hand, your other hand taking the ice cube from the bowl and circled it around his other nipple. 

Yoosung mewled at the cold sensation stimulating him while you purred on his neck sucking a sensitive spot. His gripped harder on your knees as he tried to suppress his body moving, his hips jerking slightly on your hand as you stroke him. His breathing was ragged, a tight feeling inside him building quickly. 

“Mc, please,” Yoosung whimpered, his voice shaky and thick, his lips quivering as he pleaded. "Hmm? What is it Yoosung~?" you cooed as you pump him slowly, palming and rubbing his tip while the ice slowly melted and numb his nipple. The cold sensation once again trailed down to his stomach and pelvic.

“Please, I want to cum,” he breathed out, your hand brushing on his other nipple, sensitive once again as the numbness wore off. Your hand snaked down to his cock, pumping him as the other rubbed his tip between your fingers. A series of whimpers and moans left Yoosung, his hips moving for more stimulation. You continued to mark his neck, your pace became faster, meeting his thrusts. You could feel his gripped became harder, and you knew he was near.

You licked his shoulder and suddenly bit down, the pain from the bite and the pleasure from your hands sent him to the edge, his back arching and his hips lifting slightly from the bed, he quivered as he came, spewing cum to his stomach. His cock twitched on your palm as you still continued to stroke him slowly until he whimpered and flinched. His head fell on your shoulder, breathing hard with his lips apart.

You wrapped your arms around his waist and hoisted him up a little and rubbed your cheeks to his.

"Yoosung~ We're not yet done," you cooed, pressing your chest to his back, "I'm not yet done," you said once again and grind your hips.

"C-can I see you now?" he asked, his thumb rubbing your knee that he gripped. "Mm, not yet," you said as you stood, guiding Yoosung to lean at the headboard you saw some ice cubes in the bowl. You sat on Yoosung's hip, straddling him and his hands instantly held your waist. You took one piece of ice and placed it inside your mouth, you shivered from its coldness and laughed softly. You held Yoosung's shoulder and leaned, sucking his bottom lip he inhaled sharply at the cold sensation. Your cold tongue brushing his lip asking for entrance and he obliged. You brought the ice from your mouth to his, instantly melting between your tongues, you felt light headed and lost in the kiss, water and saliva dripping from your mouths.

Yoosung’s hand held your neck, making the kiss deeper, you moaned as your tongues twisted together. Yoosung’s a fast learner, in just a few make out sessions he already knew how to draw out moans from you. You pulled away and his head leaned to catch your lips, sucking more of your bottom lip. 

“Yoosung~” you giggled as you catch your breath, once he leaned back you saw his lips swell and parted, drool on the side of his mouth, cheeks blushed and strands of hair sticking to his forehead. His face far from the innocent Yoosung you first met. You twirled a strand of his hair on your finger, admiring how far you both have come in your relationship. 

You smiled as you took another ice and placed it between your teeth, dragging it from his neck, to his chest and circled it once more around his nipple before crawling down to his pubic area. Yoosung took deep breathes as the cold sensation travelled his body, you let the ice roam in your mouth, and then took in Yoosung’s cock.

“AH~!” the coldness took him by surprise, arousal pooling once again as his cock became hard again. His hands gripped the sheets, you twirled your tongue along with the ice on his length, and he jerked his hips to your mouth. You let the ice melt before freeing his cock from your cold mouth, crawling back to his hips to straddle him.

You shivered lightly as you felt the cold remnants on your sex, you held his cock and aligned it to your entrance, slowly taking him in. He was still cold as he entered you, you bit your lip as he filled you deeply.

“MC, please,” he pleaded once again as he reached out to touch your body. He was a good boy wasn’t he? And good boys deserve rewards, you laughed softly as you removed his blindfold. He blinked a few times as his vision returned, he looked at you filled with lust and desire, instantly burying his face to your chest. 

“Ahhh~ Yoosung~” you moaned as he hugged your form and licked your bud, you started to move your hips, you could feel your arousal pool inside you. Yoosung followed your rhythm, thrusting his hips to meet yours half way, hitting your sweet spots. Removing himself from your chest he turned his head to look for something, once he spotted the bowl he took two ice cubes. He placed one on his mouth, sucking your nipples with the ice you felt that sharp sensation down your spine. 

“AHHHH~!” you cried in pleasure as he pressed the other ice on your clit, the cold sensation sending tingles that spread all over your body. Your mind hazy, focused on the sensations spreading, you grabbed his hair as you pulled him further to your chest, your body wanting and craving for more of the sensation. The knot inside you tightening in each thrust, in each lick, your body going overdrive from all the stimulus. 

“Yoosung~!” you moaned and chanted his name as he pounded into you, you could feel that edge, you bit your lip as you focused on that pleasurable feeling. Yoosung suddenly sucked your nipple and pressed the ice on your clit at the same time and it sent you clenching down on him. Waves of pleasure all over your body as you clamped on Yoosung, quivering as you came. He continued to thrust until he came inside you, his cock twitching inside you as he filled you, panting and moaning on your ear. 

Yoosung leaned back as you wrapped your arms around his neck, still drowsy and sensitive, the heat from his body felt cozy, a contrast to the sharp cold sensation of the ice that pressed your body more against his, making yourself comfortable as the heat spread on your body.

Yoosung’s hands rested on your butt, thumbs drawing circles and you couldn’t help but giggle. 

So far from the shaky and nervous Yoosung when you first did it. 

[kuyiyi]

i like to draw Yoosung

[remiyi12]

Yoosung is super supportive you can always count on him!

[yoosungisbabie]

i’ll miss you - mystictober day 17

yoosung x mc 

rating: G

prompt: {childhood} / kids

warnings: none♡

word count: 1,137

ao3 link

[my Ko-fi♡]

While running away from home, she makes a stop at Yoosung’s house to tell him goodbye.

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Tears clouded her vision, the sidewalk in front of her a beige blur. She’d been pedaling so fast that her legs ached, making her sobs louder and more frequent.

When she finally arrived at his house, she threw her bike down and rubbed her eyes with her sleeves vigorously. She pulled the heavy backpack from her shoulders, dropping it next to her bike.

She glanced at their front door, hoping she wouldn’t have to knock. She’d had dinner before she left, so she figured that his family would be done as well. Her thoughts led her to the side of the house as she tried to listen for any noises over the sound of her heart pounding in her ears.

Standing on her tiptoes, she unlatched the fence gate that led around the house to the backyard. He must have heard the familiar noise, or maybe it was her continuous sniffling.

“MC!” she heard, looking up as the brunette barreled towards her excitedly. “MC MC MC MC!” he yelled, his little arms flailing as he came to stand in front of her. She returned his stare, remaining silent and watching his smile fall.

“Why are you crying?” Yoosung asked, making her rub her nose and face.

“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! 

thank you so much for all your support and love! it means the world to me! 

[passerclusfanwork]

2018  dic

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Oh yeah, hey I got a tiktok :0

[twinscomic2016]

I love You ❤️ yoosung x Mc , with this drawing I will go to sleep #yoosungkim #yoosungxmc https://www.instagram.com/p/CC0NxydFttf/?igshid=1v39srjru8ae8