Truth or Dare ( a YooSeven Lemon Fanfic)

It's here!!!

As promised, here is your REAL lemon. Enjoy, you dirty fans.

Yoosung was playing LOLOL on his computer when his phone rang. He went and picked it up.

"Hello?"

"H-hey, Yoosung... Do you wanna come over to my house right now?"

It was Seven. Yoosung was surprised; he had not expected a call from him.

"Uh, why?"

"Because..."

Yoosung shrugged. "Ok, sure!"

"Great! See ya!" Seven hung up the phone.

Yoosung closed up his laptop and got up. He didn't know why Seven wanted to see him, but he figured it might be important. He left his apartment and started walking towards Seven's house.

"Seven? It's me, Yoosung!" Yoosung knocked on the door of Seven's house. Seven opened the door.

"Ah, Yoosung... You came..." Seven murmured.

"Seven? Is everything ok? You're acting kinda strange..." Yoosung noticed Seven looking at him with a burning intensity in his eyes.

"Yes... Come in." Yoosung stepped into the room nervously. It wasn't like Seven to act this weirdly serious.

"Um, ok. Why did you call me over?"

"I... wanted to play a game with you."

"Ooh, a game? I love games!" Yoosung chirped. Seven giggled before walking up to Yoosung. Before he could react, Yoosung was slammed against the wall, Seven holding his hands above his head.

"S-s-seven??? W-what are you doing!?" Yoosung gasped. Seven leaned in closer and kissed Yoosung fiercely on the lips. Yoosung was surprised to suddenly feel a warm bulge against his leg.

Seven broke the kiss. Yoosung, too stunned to react, didn't struggle when Seven dragged him into his bedroom and threw him onto the bed. Seven's muscular figure loomed above him.

"Seven, what are you DOING?" Yoosung asked again.

"Playing a game, of course." Seven grinned. "You're the game."

Yoosung took a second to register what Seven meant. His eyes widened and a bright red blush ran up his cheeks, and down to where Seven longed to see. His mind was telling him to get away, and yet... He strangely wanted... More.

Warm hands slowly tracing the top of his pants brought Yoosung back to what was happening. He stared up at Seven apprehensively, unsure of what to say or do. He grabbed Seven's wrist.

"Wait!" He stammered. Seven continued to gaze at him hungrily, which both greatly flustered Yoosung but also aroused him in a way he couldn't explain. "Um... It's just... I've never, uh, done this before, and, uh..."

"I know." Seven cut him off. "I'm sorry. But I've wanted this for so long, and I just can't hold back any longer..."

Seven cupped Yoosung's face in his hands. "Please, let me have you. I'm begging you. I want you so bad."

Yoosung wanted to say no. To get up and run back to his apartment and play more LOLOL. To...

Yoosung nodded. "O-ok..."

That confirmation was all that Seven needed. He quickly took off his shirt. Yoosung had never noticed much before, but Seven had an amazing figure. His abs and chest were well defined, and muscles ripples under his back. Seven slid off his pants, and finally, took off his boxers. His massive, hard, throbbing cock sprung out. Yoosung stared at it with wonder. It was so... large. He still didn't know what to do, but he was insanely aroused.

"Hey, my face is up here."

Yoosung covered his eyes and turned a brighter red than before. Seven chuckled.

"It's ok. Here, you want it, right?"

He placed his member in front of Yoosung's face and gave him an expectant look. Yoosung ran his tongue along him, swirling his tongue around the tip. A deep growl of pleasure rumbled in Seven's throat. He pulled out of Yoosung's mouth.

"Not bad." He commented. "Now, turn around."

Yoosung did as he was told, nervous but excited. Seven helped him take off his shirt, then yanked his pants and underwear down to his ankles. He groped Yoosung's hard dick roughly, causing him to let out a shuddering moan of pleasure. He instinctively thrust his hips up into his hand.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself." Seven hummed. He pulled a bottle of lube out from his dresser drawer and spread it on his member and and around Yoosung's ass. Then, without warning, he thrust himself hard into Yoosung.

"Gaah!" Yoosung moaned, partially due to the sharp pain, mostly due to the immense pleasure. Seven didn't move for a second, savoring the penetration, then began thrusting in and out of him.

Yoosung moaned and screamed in pleasure and Seven thrusted into him fast and faster, harder and harder, his balls bouncing against his ass. He gripped the bedsheets with white knuckles.

"Oh my, ah, god, S-Seven," Yoosung gasped. "Y-you feel so... good.. Gah, I can't... hold on... much... ugh, longer..."

Seven continued to fuck him, and Yoosung's moans grew louder until he was pushed past his limit. Yoosung screamed and arched his back sharply as he cummed all over his stomach and the bedsheets before collapsing.

Seven kept thrusting for a moment more, before he, too, moaned loudly and released thick ropes of sticky white liquid into Yoosung.

Seven pulled out and Yoosung rolled onto his back. Seven stared at him, gasping, out of breath, covered in cum: both his own and Seven's. He grinned.

"I think you ought to come over to play more often, Yoosung."

Yoosung nodded.