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Yoosung was not moping.
At least he said he wasn't, but MC had been watching his pouted lip and narrowed eyebrows all day and knew something was up.
After it was clear he wasn't going to bring it up himself, MC walked into Yoosungs room, where he was hunched over his computer playing LOLOL, hitting the keyboard a little more aggressively than necessary.
After a moment of consideration, she tapped his shoulder to get his attention.
With a jolt, he ripped off his headphones and whipped around, face relaxing when he saw it was only his girlfriend.
"Hey," he said. "You need something?"
"Do you?" She replied.
Yoosung tilted his head in confusion
MC sighed and plopped down on the bed behind her.
"MC?" Yoosung walked over to sit next to her, clearly worried.
She looked up at him.
"Are you sure you're okay Yoosung? You've seemed off all day. I don't know if I did something or-"
"No!" He cut her off, his eyes widened.
"No, no you didn't do anything."
MC breathed a small sigh of relief, but she was still nervous
"Then...what's wrong? You know you can tell me anything."
Yoosung looked at his lap, his form suddenly seeming much smaller.
"It's stupid, don't worry," he said with a dry laugh.
"Nothing that upsets my Yoosung is stupid."
He smiled slightly at her petulance. She was so cute.
"Ok I'll tell you. But don't laugh."
She said nothing, waiting patiently.
"It's just, you know, Zen was spanning the chat with his selfies this morning."
MC nodded along, remembering how annoyed everyone was with his antics at 6 am.
"And it just got me thinking," he continued, clearly struggling to force the words out, "the RFA is full of good looking guys like Zen and Jumin. And they're super successful and they have money..."
MC nodded again, confused at where this was going.
"And its just, I mean. Are you sure you want to be with me?"
Her heart stopped.
"What..what do you mean?" MC tried to keep her voice level but she feared her heart was about to be broken
"I'm just me. I'm a broke college kid who spends too much time playing dumb video games. I can't be like them. I'm not.." he winced "I'm not some hot guy who can satisfy you they way you should be."
Tears still threatened to spill from MCs eyes, but no longer because she thought Yoosung wanted to dump her. Did he truly see himself like this? As lesser than the other guys? This simply wouldn't do.
"Look at me," she said, a hand on his cheek.
Hesitantly, Yoosung obeyed.
"I love you. Okay? You. I don't want Zen or Jumin or even Seven. I only want you."
"You say that but-" MC kissed him, stopping Yoosung from saying something else self deprecating. She couldn't hear anymore.
She had to show him how perfect he was, how she treasured him so.
MC stood up, grabbing Yoosungs hand and tugging him across the room.
He followed, unsure of what was happening.
MC stopped in front of a large floor length mirror.
"Sit." She demanded.
Yoosung looked around. "On the floor?"
"Yes." Her voice left no room for objections.
Yoosung sat on his knees, curiously watching MC
MC knelt down behind Yoosung and turned his body so that it was facing the mirror. Over his shoulder, she could see them both in the floor length mirror. She snaked her arms around his waist and started to gently rub small circles while she kissed his neck.
"MC wh-" Yoosungs question was cut off by a small nip at his skin.
MC licked over the spot she bit and continued worshipping what little skin was exposed: the side of his neck, his shoulder, a little bit on the back.
She slipped a hand under his shirt to touch the skin there. As always, it was smooth and firm. Perfect to squeeze and rub her fingers across. Yoosung breathed softly, and unconsciously tipped his head back to give MC more access. She smiled against his skin.
"Such a sweet boy," she cooed.
Yoosung immediately blushed and squirmed a bit against her.
"It's ok, it's ok," she held him in place gently.
Her hands moved down to stroke his thighs. MC spread them apart just a little bit and clenched the inner thighs muscle.
"Mm- MC please," Yoosung didn't even know what he was begging for. All he knew was that he wanted this woman to keep touching him, keep loving him.
MC finally reached her hand into his pants and pulled out his half hard cock.
She adjusted his waistband so he could be comfortable and then began to very slowly stroke, all the while whispering sweet nothings in her lovers ear.
"There you go sweetheart, so good for me, so good"
Yoosungs eyes clenched shut but MC noticed immediately.
"Keep them open baby. I want you to look at yourself."
He took a deep breath and opened them.
"That's it, see how handsome you are, see how good you look in my hand?"
In the mirror, Yoosung was embarrassed to see his own flushed face. He was such a wreck from just a few soft touches. But then he saw his girlfriends body pressed behind him, her hand working at his member, and her eyes making direct contact over his shoulder.
Yoosung gulped.
"I'm looking," he said.
MC grinned. She leaned in more.
"Good boy," she whispered right against his ear, her breath tickling his hair.
Yoosungs cock twitched. He was getting painfully hard now.
Fighting the urge to rut against her hand, Yoosung let out a soft whimper unintentionally.
MC noticed of course.
"Poor baby, don't worry, I'm gonna make you feel good."
Her hand started focusing on his sensitive tip, twisting and pumping at just the right pressure, perfected from all their times making love before.
Never had Yoosung looked directly at the action and realized how much devotion she was putting just into that one hand.
He clenched his jaw, overcome by pleasure and affection, blood pressure rising higher and higher.
MC tightened her hold on him, almost cradling her boyfriends body while she continued to praise him.
"Good boy, just like that, let me make you feel good."
Her pace quickened and before long Yoosung had reached his limit, cumming with a moan that was yanked out of his chest.
As his heart rate slowly returned to normal, he looked into the mirror again.
He was a mess.
His cum had squirted all over himself, but MC was still softly stroking his skin, riding him through the high.
Her loving motions made his heart clench.
He quickly realized that he loved this sight. He loved being hers. He felt adored. He felt..beautiful.
Understanding what MCs goal was all along, he turned around in her grasp and pulled her into a tight hug.
"Thank you," he said, barely loud enough to hear.
After a moment of surprise, MC hugged him back, rubbing her cheek into his hair.
"I love you."