Want Your Love [One-shot]
Title: Want Your Love [One-shot]
Author: wookism
Pairing: YeWook
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It's Ryeowook's birthday and he wants Yesung to give him something he's been wanting for a long time.
Disclaimer: Title taken from "Bad Romance” by Lady Gaga
Yesung struggled to breathe. His arms and legs were tied to the four bedposts and he had a blindfold on, blocking his view of Ryeowook who was crawling onto the bed, slowly. Yesung was unable to see the sadistic smirk forming on his face as he made his way towards Yesung.
“I’ve always wanted to do this,” he said in a low whisper that made Yesung’s skin prickle with anticipation.
“You know I’m only letting you do this because it’s your birthday?” Yesung replied in choked words that did little to cover his anxiety. He wasn’t afraid of what Ryeowook would do; he was more afraid of whether or not he’d enjoy it. Giving Ryeowook complete control over him was license for something he wasn’t sure he would like.
“Shh. It’s better when you don’t talk.”
Yesung would’ve retorted with some biting remark but he wasn’t concerned with getting the last word, at least not now.
Ryeowook murmured to himself, giggling as he took Yesung’s dick and immediately placed his mouth over it. As his tongue trailed down it, Yesung let out hushed moans, the kind that showed little restraint and a desire for more. Ryeowook’s tongue teased him, only slightly touching him at first. Yesung sighed, feeling frustrated, more so when he heard Ryeowook’s taunting laughter coming from the edge of the bed.
Ryeowook licked up Yesung’s pelvic bone, enjoying the low moans and sudden shudders coming from Yesung. His tongue continued to trail up Yesung’s lower abs. He then got up and crawled on top of Yesung, straddling him. He kissed Yesung’s chest and moved his way up to his collarbone, sucking on it.
Yesung exhaled deeply, his breath shortening as Ryeowook continued, now nibbling, determined to leave a mark that everyone could see.
“Just in case anyone forgets whom you belong to,” he murmured after letting out a content sigh. He rubbed himself on Yesung’s body, turning him on more and more.
Ryeowook reached over to grab the nearby bottle of lube, Yesung feeling him moving around and groaning at the touch. He poured some on his fingers and slid them inside of himself. He moaned, stretching himself, preparing himself for Yesung.
“I hope you feel this good,” he said in a lowered voice, unable to hide the overwhelming sensations he was feeling as he fingered himself.
Yesung continued to remain relatively silent, only occasionally gasping as Ryeowook continued to rub against him.
When he was finished, Ryeowook positioned himself, grabbing Yesung’s dick and gently placing it inside of him. He moaned out Yesung’s name as he rocked back and forth, his hands grabbing at Yesung’s chest, his nails digging into the skin. He left red marks that would he was sure would stay for a while after that night, not that he minded. Yesung on the other hand, winced as Ryeowook clawed at him.
Ryeowook sighed, his hips bucking. He grinded against Yesung, throwing his head back and panting heavily. Sweat trickled down his face as he ran his hand through his hair and continued riding Yesung.
Yesung could do nothing, really. His limbs were tied and he was unable to see Ryeowook on top of him. That killed him the most; half the fun of fucking Ryeowook was seeing the faces he made as he thrust into him. The best expression he had was when he came and Yesung was glad to know that he’d always be the only one to see it.
“Fuck, Ryeowook,” he moaned, his low voice making Ryeowook cry out even louder.
Ryeowook came, Yesung felt it and he slowly moved off of him, cleaning himself off. He untied Yesung’s legs first then his arms and slipped the blindfold off, only to be grabbed and hurled back onto the bed, the entire weight of Yesung’s body on him.
“Now it’s my turn.”
He flipped Ryeowook over onto his hands and knees and showed him no mercy. From the slow pace that Ryeowook took, Yesung didn’t hold back and fucked Ryeowook, hard and fast.
When all was said and done, the two of them lay in bed together, Yesung cradling Ryeowook in his arms.
“I hope you enjoyed that ‘cause it’s not happening again until your next birthday.”
“What about your birthday?”
Yesung smirked, “I have-plans.”
“Just remember, if I won’t be able to walk the next day, we’re not doing it.”
“You say that and yet, you walk with that limp with dignity-every single time.”
Ryeowook frowned and nuzzled Yesung’s neck, “Only because it’s you.”
Yesung laughed and kissed Ryeowook on the head, “Happy birthday, Ryeowook. I love you.”
“I love you too, Jongwoon.”
THE END
Author: wookism
Pairing: YeWook
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It's Ryeowook's birthday and he wants Yesung to give him something he's been wanting for a long time.
Disclaimer: Title taken from "Bad Romance” by Lady Gaga
Yesung struggled to breathe. His arms and legs were tied to the four bedposts and he had a blindfold on, blocking his view of Ryeowook who was crawling onto the bed, slowly. Yesung was unable to see the sadistic smirk forming on his face as he made his way towards Yesung.
“I’ve always wanted to do this,” he said in a low whisper that made Yesung’s skin prickle with anticipation.
“You know I’m only letting you do this because it’s your birthday?” Yesung replied in choked words that did little to cover his anxiety. He wasn’t afraid of what Ryeowook would do; he was more afraid of whether or not he’d enjoy it. Giving Ryeowook complete control over him was license for something he wasn’t sure he would like.
“Shh. It’s better when you don’t talk.”
Yesung would’ve retorted with some biting remark but he wasn’t concerned with getting the last word, at least not now.
Ryeowook murmured to himself, giggling as he took Yesung’s dick and immediately placed his mouth over it. As his tongue trailed down it, Yesung let out hushed moans, the kind that showed little restraint and a desire for more. Ryeowook’s tongue teased him, only slightly touching him at first. Yesung sighed, feeling frustrated, more so when he heard Ryeowook’s taunting laughter coming from the edge of the bed.
Ryeowook licked up Yesung’s pelvic bone, enjoying the low moans and sudden shudders coming from Yesung. His tongue continued to trail up Yesung’s lower abs. He then got up and crawled on top of Yesung, straddling him. He kissed Yesung’s chest and moved his way up to his collarbone, sucking on it.
Yesung exhaled deeply, his breath shortening as Ryeowook continued, now nibbling, determined to leave a mark that everyone could see.
“Just in case anyone forgets whom you belong to,” he murmured after letting out a content sigh. He rubbed himself on Yesung’s body, turning him on more and more.
Ryeowook reached over to grab the nearby bottle of lube, Yesung feeling him moving around and groaning at the touch. He poured some on his fingers and slid them inside of himself. He moaned, stretching himself, preparing himself for Yesung.
“I hope you feel this good,” he said in a lowered voice, unable to hide the overwhelming sensations he was feeling as he fingered himself.
Yesung continued to remain relatively silent, only occasionally gasping as Ryeowook continued to rub against him.
When he was finished, Ryeowook positioned himself, grabbing Yesung’s dick and gently placing it inside of him. He moaned out Yesung’s name as he rocked back and forth, his hands grabbing at Yesung’s chest, his nails digging into the skin. He left red marks that would he was sure would stay for a while after that night, not that he minded. Yesung on the other hand, winced as Ryeowook clawed at him.
Ryeowook sighed, his hips bucking. He grinded against Yesung, throwing his head back and panting heavily. Sweat trickled down his face as he ran his hand through his hair and continued riding Yesung.
Yesung could do nothing, really. His limbs were tied and he was unable to see Ryeowook on top of him. That killed him the most; half the fun of fucking Ryeowook was seeing the faces he made as he thrust into him. The best expression he had was when he came and Yesung was glad to know that he’d always be the only one to see it.
“Fuck, Ryeowook,” he moaned, his low voice making Ryeowook cry out even louder.
Ryeowook came, Yesung felt it and he slowly moved off of him, cleaning himself off. He untied Yesung’s legs first then his arms and slipped the blindfold off, only to be grabbed and hurled back onto the bed, the entire weight of Yesung’s body on him.
“Now it’s my turn.”
He flipped Ryeowook over onto his hands and knees and showed him no mercy. From the slow pace that Ryeowook took, Yesung didn’t hold back and fucked Ryeowook, hard and fast.
When all was said and done, the two of them lay in bed together, Yesung cradling Ryeowook in his arms.
“I hope you enjoyed that ‘cause it’s not happening again until your next birthday.”
“What about your birthday?”
Yesung smirked, “I have-plans.”
“Just remember, if I won’t be able to walk the next day, we’re not doing it.”
“You say that and yet, you walk with that limp with dignity-every single time.”
Ryeowook frowned and nuzzled Yesung’s neck, “Only because it’s you.”
Yesung laughed and kissed Ryeowook on the head, “Happy birthday, Ryeowook. I love you.”
“I love you too, Jongwoon.”
THE END