Ignored
Title: Ignored
Pairing: Yesung/Ryeowook
Genre: pwp
Wordcount: ~2000
Rating: NC-17
Summary: High school AU. Jongwoon likes to text in class.
Warning: Minors partaking in sexual activities, rimming, fail!porn.
Notes: I am kellsung's slave. ;;
From: Hyung
-u know what i wanna do?
From: Ryeowookie
-What?
From: Hyung
-i want to bend u over a desk and fuck ur brains out. :)
Ryeowook squeaked and plunged his phone back into the pocket of his hoodie. He flushed hotly when he realized that several of his classmates had turned to stare at him. He leaned over his notes, pencil digging furiously into the margin, a heavy black line to distract him from his embarrassment. He focused his attentions solely on the biology notes on the board for the rest of class, and definitely not the sporadic buzzing of his phone which, in his pocket, had settled over his groin.
When the bell finally rang, Ryeowook shot out of his seat. He shoved his books into his bag and joined the flood of students out the door. He stopped at his locker, changing out folders and books, all the while cursing at Jongwoon under his breath. He planned to give the older boy hell at lunch. Did he think he was being funny? What would they have done if Ryeowook’s phone wasn’t on silent? If his phone had been confiscated by the teacher and the messages read? Slamming his locker, he spun around, fully intending on stomping off to the cafeteria to find his idiot boyfriend.
His idiot boyfriend, however, decided to find him first. Jongwoon was standing right behind him, an oblivious smile on his face. Ryeowook felt his throat tighten in anger.
“Are you stupid? What if someone read that?” Ryeowook snapped, pushing past the taller boy. He got no more than two steps when he was yanked back by his hood.
“Did you read them all?” Jongwoon breathed into his ear.
“Of course not,” Ryeowook twisted, trying to free his hood from Jongwoon’s grasp, all too aware of the quickly emptying hallway. “I was in bio. It’s impossible to text in that class.”
Jongwoon smirked and wound his arm tightly around Ryeowook’s waist. “I guess you’ll just have to come with me to find out.” With that, he pulled Ryeowook through the deserted hallways and down several flights of stairs.
“What are you doing?” Ryeowook whined when the doors to the cafeteria raced by. “I’m hungry!”
“Just hurry up and you can eat later!” Jongwoon looked around quickly and pushed Ryeowook through a pair of double doors that led to the maintenance rooms. They ducked into a storage room and shut the door behind them. Jongwoon locked the door with a click and turned to face his underclassmen. Ryeowook dropped his bag to the floor and pulled his phone out, intent on seeing exactly what messages he had missed. Jongwoon swiped the phone away and, with a few taps on the buttons, deleted the unread texts. “Now, it’s a surprise.”
Ryeowook rolled his eyes and took his phone back. “What, exactly, are you up to? I wanna eat. The lines are going to be closed by the time we get back up there.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Jongwoon replied, reaching out and pulling Ryeowook flush against him. He crushed their lips together, one hand scurrying under Ryeowook’s sweatshirt, the other holding him firmly in place. Despite the younger boy’s meep of surprise and probable disapproval, Ryeowook quickly gave in to Jongwoon’s insistent licks and nips along his lips. Ryeowook parted his lips and moaned at the sensation of Jongwoon’s rough tongue sweeping through his mouth. Ryeowook turned his head, angling in to push his tongue past Jongwoon's lips. Jongwoon allowed it, as he was preoccupied with untangling their feet from Ryeowook's bag straps while he backed them farther into the room. Jongwoon pulled Ryeowook’s sweatshirt off and tossed it next to their bags. He attached his lips to Ryeowook’s neck, biting and sucking, and began pulling on his belt. Ryeowook gasped when Jongwoon’s hand brushed over his clothed cock as he pulled the zipper down.
“What were those texts?” He asked, bucking his hips harder into the older boy’s hand.
“First,” Jongwoon breathed into his skin, “I want you to get down on your knees and suck me like I know you love to.”
Ryeowook shuddered in his hold, then slid down Jongwoon’s body, his hands trailing teasingly over his abs and thighs. He popped the straining button of Jongwoon’s jeans and pulled the zipper down quickly; there was no time to take it slowly if Ryeowook ever hoped to make it to even the last five minutes of the lunch period. Jongwoon helped to push his pants down his legs while Ryeowook busied himself with getting Jongwoon’s erection out of his boxers and into his mouth. He lapped over the tip before wrapping his lips around it and hollowing his cheeks. He bobbed his head as he sucked, taking more of Jongwoon in at every pass. One hand trailed upwards, brushing light touches over his balls and wrapping around the base. Ryeowook’s other hand fumbled its way into his own shorts. Jongwoon ran his fingers through Ryeowook’s hair, pulling the strands gently, trying to distract himself from getting too lost in the wet heat of Ryeowook’s mouth. Ryeowook moaned around him, nearly causing Jongwoon to lose his balance. He glanced up at Jongwoon, eyes wide and innocent, when the hand in his hair twisted a little too roughly. He whined a little when Jongwoon tugged again.
“Fuck, get up here,” he reached down and pulled Ryeowook to his feet. Ryeowook tilted his face up for a kiss, but instead of a pair of lips, he got a pair of fingers prying their way into his mouth. He pouted as well as he could, but ran his tongue around the digits anyways, licking and sucking, while he tugged his boxers farther down. He pulled away from Jongwoon’s fingers and pushed his hand lower.
“Come on, already. Just do it.”
Jongwoon spun him around, his hand bunching the back of Ryeowook’s t-shirt as he bent him forward over an old desk. He licked a stripe behind Ryeowook’s ear, whispering soft I love yous as one finger pushed past the tight ring of muscles. Ryeowook purred, spreading his legs a bit wider and supporting himself a bit more heavily on his elbows. After a few pumps inwards, he pushed his index finger in as well, crooking and spreading them to a chorus of muffled mewls.
“Wanna know what the next one said?” Jongwoon asked, kissing down the side of Ryeowook’s neck. The younger boy just moaned, inflection tilting up a bit at the end. Jongwoon kissed the top of his spine one more time and lowered to his knees, fingers still twisting and pressing. Jongwoon rubbed his free hand over Ryeowook’s ass appreciatively, then gripped his thigh, pinning his hips more firmly to the desk. He stilled his fingers and leaned forward, licking gently at where his fingers disappeared into Ryeowook.
Ryeowook’s spine snapped straight and he glanced over his shoulder as best he could. Jongwoon merely pushing him harder into the desk.
“What are you even doing?!” Ryeowook hissed.
Jongwoon just smirked up at him and bent down again, pressing his fingers deeper and sliding his tongue right alongside them. Ryeowook doubled over again, slapping a hand over his mouth to keep quiet.The roughness of his tongue in addition to the pads of his fingers rubbing relentlessly over his prostate had turned Ryeowook’s knees into noodles. He flopped over the desk, unable to move, to even press back into the feeling. He bit his hand, anything to hush the stream of noises he couldn’t seem to suppress. Jongwoon withdrew his fingers, sliding his other hand up, over his ass. He spread his cheeks apart and licked over the area again, chuckling at how Ryeowook tensed and jumped at each pass.
“Jongwoon,” Ryeowook panted, finally able to control his vocal chords. “Stop. Please, just...” He trailed off when Jongwoon’s tongue dipped in again, his eyes nearly crossing in bliss. Ryeowook whined, this close to crying if Jongwoon didn’t stop teasing him and just get on with it. Jongwoon seemed to sense his distress, as he pulled back and stood up seconds later.
“Turn around.”
When Ryeowook complied, Jongwoon shoved him backwards onto the desk. He grabbed his legs and pressed his knees to his sides, Ryeowook’s pants still caught around his ankles and preventing him from completely wrapping them around him. Jongwoon pushed in slowly, and perhaps not as smoothly as Ryeowook would have liked but the burn of it had him moaning into his hand. He paused for a second, shifting a bit, and set a quick pace, a glance at his watch informing him that he had less time than he thought. The tabletop was too small, and Ryeowook gripped the sides to keep his balance as half his body was hanging over the side, his legs pressing tighter. He held Ryeowook tightly by the hips, lifting him slightly to change the angle, ever searching. Finally, Ryeowook’s legs squeezed harder and he threw his head back, momentarily disappearing from Jongwoon’s vision, over the side of the desk. Jongwoon focused on hitting that same spot with each hurried thrust. Ryeowook dragged himself back up, supporting his body on his elbows. His mouth fell open, lips glossy red, and his eyebrows knit together in his focus on the pleasure building in his belly. Jongwoon leaned down, captured his lips and laughed into the kiss when Ryeowook was obviously too far gone to respond properly. His moans scaling up in near perfect pitch, Ryeowook risked the integrity of his precarious position to wrap a hand around his own erection.
“That’s it, baby,” Jongwoon groaned in his ear. “Come for me.”
Ryeowook cried out at Jongwoon’s voice so very low and near. His orgasm hit him like a wave, bowling him over and dragging him under. His breath was snatched from him, his body curled, taut and trembling. Jongwoon groaned at the tightness, taking Ryeowook’s brief leave from his senses to be a little rougher. At the last possible moment, he pulled out, come streaking Ryeowook’s thighs and his belly where his shirt had ridden up. He fell forward, resting his head on Ryeowook’s chest, still holding him in place.
They were still clinging to each other, still panting, when the warning bell rang. Ryeowook sat up and pushed Jongwoon off him.
“We’re going to be late,” he whined. Jongwoon shrugged and pulled his clothes back into place. He bent down and fetched from the younger’s bag a pack of travel tissues. He cleaned Ryeowook up well enough, not really caring if he missed spots, and redressed him. Ryeowook hopped off the desk and winced.
“I hate you. Give me my jacket, I probably look like shit.”
“You are the only person I know who can be this pissy after sex,” Jongwoon complained, throwing the jacket at him.
“I’d better be the only person you know after sex.” Ryeowook shouldered his bag and strutted to the door. Before he could reach out and unlock it, he was yanked back by his hood again.
“You know you are,” Jongwoon murmured against his lips. He kissed him sweetly, and Ryeowook melted against him.
“Yeah,” he sighed. “But you’re taking me out to dinner tonight. I’m starving.”
Pairing: Yesung/Ryeowook
Genre: pwp
Wordcount: ~2000
Rating: NC-17
Summary: High school AU. Jongwoon likes to text in class.
Warning: Minors partaking in sexual activities, rimming, fail!porn.
Notes: I am kellsung's slave. ;;
From: Hyung
-u know what i wanna do?
From: Ryeowookie
-What?
From: Hyung
-i want to bend u over a desk and fuck ur brains out. :)
Ryeowook squeaked and plunged his phone back into the pocket of his hoodie. He flushed hotly when he realized that several of his classmates had turned to stare at him. He leaned over his notes, pencil digging furiously into the margin, a heavy black line to distract him from his embarrassment. He focused his attentions solely on the biology notes on the board for the rest of class, and definitely not the sporadic buzzing of his phone which, in his pocket, had settled over his groin.
When the bell finally rang, Ryeowook shot out of his seat. He shoved his books into his bag and joined the flood of students out the door. He stopped at his locker, changing out folders and books, all the while cursing at Jongwoon under his breath. He planned to give the older boy hell at lunch. Did he think he was being funny? What would they have done if Ryeowook’s phone wasn’t on silent? If his phone had been confiscated by the teacher and the messages read? Slamming his locker, he spun around, fully intending on stomping off to the cafeteria to find his idiot boyfriend.
His idiot boyfriend, however, decided to find him first. Jongwoon was standing right behind him, an oblivious smile on his face. Ryeowook felt his throat tighten in anger.
“Are you stupid? What if someone read that?” Ryeowook snapped, pushing past the taller boy. He got no more than two steps when he was yanked back by his hood.
“Did you read them all?” Jongwoon breathed into his ear.
“Of course not,” Ryeowook twisted, trying to free his hood from Jongwoon’s grasp, all too aware of the quickly emptying hallway. “I was in bio. It’s impossible to text in that class.”
Jongwoon smirked and wound his arm tightly around Ryeowook’s waist. “I guess you’ll just have to come with me to find out.” With that, he pulled Ryeowook through the deserted hallways and down several flights of stairs.
“What are you doing?” Ryeowook whined when the doors to the cafeteria raced by. “I’m hungry!”
“Just hurry up and you can eat later!” Jongwoon looked around quickly and pushed Ryeowook through a pair of double doors that led to the maintenance rooms. They ducked into a storage room and shut the door behind them. Jongwoon locked the door with a click and turned to face his underclassmen. Ryeowook dropped his bag to the floor and pulled his phone out, intent on seeing exactly what messages he had missed. Jongwoon swiped the phone away and, with a few taps on the buttons, deleted the unread texts. “Now, it’s a surprise.”
Ryeowook rolled his eyes and took his phone back. “What, exactly, are you up to? I wanna eat. The lines are going to be closed by the time we get back up there.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Jongwoon replied, reaching out and pulling Ryeowook flush against him. He crushed their lips together, one hand scurrying under Ryeowook’s sweatshirt, the other holding him firmly in place. Despite the younger boy’s meep of surprise and probable disapproval, Ryeowook quickly gave in to Jongwoon’s insistent licks and nips along his lips. Ryeowook parted his lips and moaned at the sensation of Jongwoon’s rough tongue sweeping through his mouth. Ryeowook turned his head, angling in to push his tongue past Jongwoon's lips. Jongwoon allowed it, as he was preoccupied with untangling their feet from Ryeowook's bag straps while he backed them farther into the room. Jongwoon pulled Ryeowook’s sweatshirt off and tossed it next to their bags. He attached his lips to Ryeowook’s neck, biting and sucking, and began pulling on his belt. Ryeowook gasped when Jongwoon’s hand brushed over his clothed cock as he pulled the zipper down.
“What were those texts?” He asked, bucking his hips harder into the older boy’s hand.
“First,” Jongwoon breathed into his skin, “I want you to get down on your knees and suck me like I know you love to.”
Ryeowook shuddered in his hold, then slid down Jongwoon’s body, his hands trailing teasingly over his abs and thighs. He popped the straining button of Jongwoon’s jeans and pulled the zipper down quickly; there was no time to take it slowly if Ryeowook ever hoped to make it to even the last five minutes of the lunch period. Jongwoon helped to push his pants down his legs while Ryeowook busied himself with getting Jongwoon’s erection out of his boxers and into his mouth. He lapped over the tip before wrapping his lips around it and hollowing his cheeks. He bobbed his head as he sucked, taking more of Jongwoon in at every pass. One hand trailed upwards, brushing light touches over his balls and wrapping around the base. Ryeowook’s other hand fumbled its way into his own shorts. Jongwoon ran his fingers through Ryeowook’s hair, pulling the strands gently, trying to distract himself from getting too lost in the wet heat of Ryeowook’s mouth. Ryeowook moaned around him, nearly causing Jongwoon to lose his balance. He glanced up at Jongwoon, eyes wide and innocent, when the hand in his hair twisted a little too roughly. He whined a little when Jongwoon tugged again.
“Fuck, get up here,” he reached down and pulled Ryeowook to his feet. Ryeowook tilted his face up for a kiss, but instead of a pair of lips, he got a pair of fingers prying their way into his mouth. He pouted as well as he could, but ran his tongue around the digits anyways, licking and sucking, while he tugged his boxers farther down. He pulled away from Jongwoon’s fingers and pushed his hand lower.
“Come on, already. Just do it.”
Jongwoon spun him around, his hand bunching the back of Ryeowook’s t-shirt as he bent him forward over an old desk. He licked a stripe behind Ryeowook’s ear, whispering soft I love yous as one finger pushed past the tight ring of muscles. Ryeowook purred, spreading his legs a bit wider and supporting himself a bit more heavily on his elbows. After a few pumps inwards, he pushed his index finger in as well, crooking and spreading them to a chorus of muffled mewls.
“Wanna know what the next one said?” Jongwoon asked, kissing down the side of Ryeowook’s neck. The younger boy just moaned, inflection tilting up a bit at the end. Jongwoon kissed the top of his spine one more time and lowered to his knees, fingers still twisting and pressing. Jongwoon rubbed his free hand over Ryeowook’s ass appreciatively, then gripped his thigh, pinning his hips more firmly to the desk. He stilled his fingers and leaned forward, licking gently at where his fingers disappeared into Ryeowook.
Ryeowook’s spine snapped straight and he glanced over his shoulder as best he could. Jongwoon merely pushing him harder into the desk.
“What are you even doing?!” Ryeowook hissed.
Jongwoon just smirked up at him and bent down again, pressing his fingers deeper and sliding his tongue right alongside them. Ryeowook doubled over again, slapping a hand over his mouth to keep quiet.The roughness of his tongue in addition to the pads of his fingers rubbing relentlessly over his prostate had turned Ryeowook’s knees into noodles. He flopped over the desk, unable to move, to even press back into the feeling. He bit his hand, anything to hush the stream of noises he couldn’t seem to suppress. Jongwoon withdrew his fingers, sliding his other hand up, over his ass. He spread his cheeks apart and licked over the area again, chuckling at how Ryeowook tensed and jumped at each pass.
“Jongwoon,” Ryeowook panted, finally able to control his vocal chords. “Stop. Please, just...” He trailed off when Jongwoon’s tongue dipped in again, his eyes nearly crossing in bliss. Ryeowook whined, this close to crying if Jongwoon didn’t stop teasing him and just get on with it. Jongwoon seemed to sense his distress, as he pulled back and stood up seconds later.
“Turn around.”
When Ryeowook complied, Jongwoon shoved him backwards onto the desk. He grabbed his legs and pressed his knees to his sides, Ryeowook’s pants still caught around his ankles and preventing him from completely wrapping them around him. Jongwoon pushed in slowly, and perhaps not as smoothly as Ryeowook would have liked but the burn of it had him moaning into his hand. He paused for a second, shifting a bit, and set a quick pace, a glance at his watch informing him that he had less time than he thought. The tabletop was too small, and Ryeowook gripped the sides to keep his balance as half his body was hanging over the side, his legs pressing tighter. He held Ryeowook tightly by the hips, lifting him slightly to change the angle, ever searching. Finally, Ryeowook’s legs squeezed harder and he threw his head back, momentarily disappearing from Jongwoon’s vision, over the side of the desk. Jongwoon focused on hitting that same spot with each hurried thrust. Ryeowook dragged himself back up, supporting his body on his elbows. His mouth fell open, lips glossy red, and his eyebrows knit together in his focus on the pleasure building in his belly. Jongwoon leaned down, captured his lips and laughed into the kiss when Ryeowook was obviously too far gone to respond properly. His moans scaling up in near perfect pitch, Ryeowook risked the integrity of his precarious position to wrap a hand around his own erection.
“That’s it, baby,” Jongwoon groaned in his ear. “Come for me.”
Ryeowook cried out at Jongwoon’s voice so very low and near. His orgasm hit him like a wave, bowling him over and dragging him under. His breath was snatched from him, his body curled, taut and trembling. Jongwoon groaned at the tightness, taking Ryeowook’s brief leave from his senses to be a little rougher. At the last possible moment, he pulled out, come streaking Ryeowook’s thighs and his belly where his shirt had ridden up. He fell forward, resting his head on Ryeowook’s chest, still holding him in place.
They were still clinging to each other, still panting, when the warning bell rang. Ryeowook sat up and pushed Jongwoon off him.
“We’re going to be late,” he whined. Jongwoon shrugged and pulled his clothes back into place. He bent down and fetched from the younger’s bag a pack of travel tissues. He cleaned Ryeowook up well enough, not really caring if he missed spots, and redressed him. Ryeowook hopped off the desk and winced.
“I hate you. Give me my jacket, I probably look like shit.”
“You are the only person I know who can be this pissy after sex,” Jongwoon complained, throwing the jacket at him.
“I’d better be the only person you know after sex.” Ryeowook shouldered his bag and strutted to the door. Before he could reach out and unlock it, he was yanked back by his hood again.
“You know you are,” Jongwoon murmured against his lips. He kissed him sweetly, and Ryeowook melted against him.
“Yeah,” he sighed. “But you’re taking me out to dinner tonight. I’m starving.”