Hi everybody! So I reblogged a post on tumblr that was a list of One-Line prompts- people send you a number to your ask box, and you write a fic about that prompt! I asked for people to send me some for Yooran, and I got quite a few! So I figured I'd toss em into a one-shot fic here as well :3 (my tumblr is pansexualtrash)

I do not own MM!

NOTE: This chapter is NSFW.

39: Wanna Bet?

We'd been dating for a couple months now. His shyness was adorable, and endearing. The way he blushed for a good hour after the first time I ran my tongue along his when we kissed- he could hardly look me in the eye all day. The way he excused himself to the bathroom the first time we pressed our hips together while making out, refusing to leave for close to two hours.

It was adorable, but I was getting a tad impatient.

I had tried everything I could to ease our relationship into the next step, in a way that is comfortable for him- the last thing I wanted was to hurt him, or make him uncomfortable, but he ran away at even the mention of talking about it, so clearly that wasn't an option.

But, I think I may have figured it out. If there's one thing I've noticed after observing this blonde ball of sunshine, it's that he hates backing down from a challenge. Absolutely hates it. Something about his sense of manhood, or whatever- I didn't care about that. I just wanted to see how far I could make him go. Obviously, if he was uncomfortable, I would never force it- but I couldn't help but toe the lines whenever I could.

I watched as he was playing LOLOL, his gaze focused and serious. I sighed loudly, catching his attention right as he finished his raid. He turned to me in his chair, putting his headphones down on the desk.

"What's wrong babe?"

I rolled my eyes, purposefully trying to rile him up.

"Nothing."

Yoosung tilted his head, scooting his chair towards me until it sat right before me. He placed his hand on my knee, and I gazed up at him indifferently.

"What?"

"You seem upset about something."

I shrugged his hand off my knee, leaning back in my chair, looking at the opposite wall.

"I said, it's nothing."

Yoosung sighed, crossing his arms, clearly getting frustrated.

"Did I do something?"

"More like what you didn't do…"

"Huh?"

I scoffed under my breath, flicking my bangs away from my eyes to look at him.

"Right, correction- more like what you couldn't do."

Yoosung sat up straight, frustration written on his features.

"Saeran, what are you talking about?"

"You wouldn't be able to do anything about it even if I tell you."

"Wanna bet?"

I smirked.

There it is.

"I do."

"Well then tell me, so I can prove you wrong."

"Oh really?"

He was leaning forward in his chair now, his body clearly in his let's-freaking-do-this mode, his eyes sparkling at the prospect of a challenge. I wasn't sure that he was even aware that he got like this.

"I'm frustrated."

"Frustrated?"

I pulled Yoosung's shirt collar, forcing him to lean in close to me, my mouth hovering by his ear.

"Sexually frustrated."

His face grew hot, his breath hitching as I spoke. I pulled back, sighing, leaning in my chair again.

"Of course, I shouldn't expect anything."

"No! That's not true!"

I raised an eyebrow at him- his face was flushed bright pink, his lips quivering slightly, but his eyes were still serious- determined, almost.

"Really?"

"Y-Yeah," Yoosung's eyes flicked down, his hand coming up to shyly rub his neck, "I never did anything because… Well… I've never dated anyone, and I don't want to mess it up, so… I didn't wan't you to be disappointed."

I smiled, pulling him into a rough kiss, swallowing his whimpers greedily. I slid my hand into his hair, pulling softly at it, his body shivering at the touch.

"You are never disappointing." I smiled at Yoosung, his eyes wide with anticipation and a mix of nerves, "How about I coach you through it? I'll tell you what to do, and if you're doing a good job."

Yoosung nodded, swallowing hard.

"I- I think I could do that."

I smiled again, stroking just below his ear, taking note of how his eyes fluttered closed.

"And what do you think you're gonna be doing, then?"

Yoosung blushed, looking away for a moment, in which I was sure he would run, until he pushed his chair back, kneeling down before me, pulling me, and my chair towards him by gripping my shins, causing me to gasp in surprise. He kissed up along my knees, just below the hem of my shorts, my eyes wide at the bold reaction.

He leaned in between my legs, his mouth overing just above my crotch as he looked up at me, smiling softly.

"I'm guessing, I would be doing this..?"

I shuddered, a blush forming on my cheeks now.

"Y-yeah. That."

Yoosung smiled shyly, kissing along the band of my shorts, sliding his hands up underneath the legs of them, squeezing the tops of my thighs. I moaned loudly, my head spinning at the new sensations- I never expected Yoosung to go along with it so freely, but I was far from disappointed.

My hips jerked violently as he mouthed at the bulge in my shorts, sucking softly at the material, the pressure so, so good, but not nearly enough.

"O-Oh… That feels.. Nice, but… Not enough.."

Yoosung pulled at my shorts, glancing back up at me.

"You want these off?"

I nodded as he reached for the button, popping it open. I lifted my hips, watching as he slowly shimmied them off of my hips, tossing them to the side. He placed more hot kisses along my thigh as he reached for the band of my underwear, smiling a bit, his cheeks still flushed bright pink.

"I'm not really surprised that you're wearing see-through underwear. They suit you." He kissed once more above my bulge, making me squirm impatiently before he began to pull down my underwear, discarding them somewhere to the side. He blushed as he stared at my cock, gingerly reaching out, squeezing at the base.

I bit my knuckle, watching as he experimentally rubbed me, running his thumb along the slit, squeezing around the middle, massaging just above my balls. He looked up at me with those big, lavender doe eyes of his, his eyes lustful and curious.

"Do you want me to suck you off?"

I let out a low breath, my self-control failing me as I nodded. Sparks burst behind my eyes as he wrapped his mouth around my head, sucking hard at it. He came down on me slowly, pulling back with the same pace, keeping that up for a bit, getting used to my size until he began to go faster, pumping his hand in time with the bobs of his head.

I leaned back in the chair, gripping the armrests, my thighs quivering on either side of his head, the warmth in my abdomen nearly too much to bear. I looked down, moaning loudly as I saw he had taken his own cock out, stroking it in time with his head as he took me in, and it was so fucking hot.

"Yoosung, ah, fuck- I'm gonna- I'm gonna cum, stop-"

He gazed up at me, and instead of pulling away, responded by deep throating my cock. I lost all inhibition as I felt the tip hit the back of his throat, my mind soaring, my body tingling as I came into his throat. I vaguely registered the sound of him gagging on my cum, as he pulled away.

I shakily sat up, looking down at him, reaching out to apologize as he smiled up at me.

"Hey Saeran?"

"I- What?"

He rose up on his knees, leaning in close before holding his mouth open, sticking his tongue out playfully, causing me to blush hard as I realized he had swallowed all of my cum.

I put my hand on my face, laughing softly into it, shaking my head.

"Don't do stuff like that.. You're gonna make me horny all over again."

Yoosung smiled, kissing my lips softly.

"I don't think I would mind that too much."

"Don't tempt me."

Yoosung giggled, stroking my hair softly as he smiled up at me.

"Whatever you say… Oh, but, I have to say this," He leaned in close again, trailing kisses along my jaw slowly, "Your cum is delicious."

I blinked slowly, my eyes wide, my heart freezing in time in my chest. He stared at me, waving gently in my face.

"Saeran?"

I stood up, throwing him onto the bed, crawling over him as he yelped in surprise, my gaze glowering down at him, a dark smile on my face.

"You don't get to say stuff like that and not expect me to ravish you."

He leaned up, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Wanna bet?"

END.