Whatever He Wants
[Title] Whatever He Wants
[Rating] R, for sex
[Pairing] KyuhyunxRyeowook
[Notes] This is a fic that I posted in the Believe community, but am also posting here. It's not my first fanfiction (you'll be lucky to see that), but it's not one I really like. It didn't turn out at all how I wanted it, and that's just not cool. So I'm posting now to get it out of the way in preparation for the ones I actually like.
Whatever Kim Ryeowook wanted, Kim Ryeowook got. When he wanted coffee with sugar and creamer with a bit of whipped cream on the top, Ryeowook got coffee with sugar and creamer and a bit of whipped cream on top. When Ryeowook wanted that new CD, movie, or video game, Ryeowook had the CD, movie or game and a new CD player, DVD player, or gaming system to play it on, even though he had five or six others that were in perfect working order. When Ryeowook wanted a full body massage on his bed, the masseuse had better be in his room in ten minutes or they would be on the receiving end of Ryeowook’s wrath, and that boy had enough power in his hands that he could make anyone’s life a living Hell with a snap of his fingers.
His bedroom was filled with random gadgets that he never used, broken things that had been repaired and replaced several times over, three computers, two iPods, nine radios, a mini refrigerator, a double king sized bed, four TV’s, three DVD players, and more playstations than anyone had ever tried to count. He hardly had to move to get anything he wanted, and if he was feeling lazy enough, he could just press a button that sounded a buzzer throughout the house that would send someone running to see what he wanted.
Ryeowook was a spoiled brat who’d been pampered all his life, but there was something endearing about his personality that drew Kyuhyun to him and made him not respect him so much as enjoy being around him. Kyuhyun was Ryeowook’s personal toy, his own personal plaything to keep Ryeowook entertained when he wanted to be entertained, which was more often than Kyuhyun thought to be healthy in a man who’d just turned nineteen. But Kyuhyun never questioned him. He’d seen what had happened to the people before who had taken a Ryeowook Request lightly and asked him ‘why’ he wanted them to do it, and Kyuhyun was not going to follow that path.
Kyuhyun had been living with Ryeowook’s family since he was a child when his parents gave him to the Kim family as a friend for Ryeowook - he found out later that they actually just didn’t want him and ran away to Australia just hours after leaving their son behind - and was pretty much treated as a member of the family until it came to Ryeowook. Once Ryeowook wanted to do something with Kyuhyun, the younger boy was resigned to doing it for fear of being punished.
But one of the things that had been plaguing Kyuhyun recently was that Ryeowook had been spoiled all his life and had repressed any sexual curiosity that normally came when boys turned thirteen until he was eighteen. And lately, Kyuhyun had become more like his personal sex toy than just someone to keep him company, and though Kyuhyun enjoyed being with the boy and enjoyed being the one to help him explore his sexuality, he couldn’t help but think that maybe Ryeowook wanted it a bit too much. He’d spent more time in the past few weeks with Ryeowook bent over the edge of the bed or on his knees in the shower than playing the playstation like they used to do.
So when Ryeowook called Kyuhyun into his bedroom to keep him company, it didn’t surprise him to find the older boy lying naked on the bed and glaring impatiently at Kyuhyun. He sighed at the sight, wondering if he could deny him just this once, to walk away and tell him to learn some self-control, then remembered that anything Kim Ryeowook wanted, Kim Ryeowook got, and Kyuhyun couldn’t deny him anything without some kind of backlash that would leave him wishing he’d just given the boy what he wanted.
The image of living on the streets briefly flashed through Kyuhyun’s mind, and it immediately scared him. The idea of scavenging for food and shelter instead of it being ready at his whim; of laying in ragged clothes under a piece of newspaper in an alleyway instead of wearing warm flannel pajamas and laying under his heavy blankets on a soft mattress; of being the small, starved teenager that was the brunt of everyone else’s jokes. He just didn’t think he’d be able to take it if he didn’t have the stability in his life to keep him on firm ground and knowing what was going to happen, when it was going to happen, and how. The only way to avoid all of that, though, was to give Ryeowook what he wanted.
He locked the door and crossed the room to the bed, taking in the now familiar sight of Ryeowook’s white skin contrasting sharply with the red of the bedsheets, and started undressing himself. He barely contained a sigh as his shirt fell to the ground and Ryeowook smiled, raising his arms above his head and stretching like a cat, turning onto his side. Kyuhyun’s jeans followed soon after, and Ryeowook practically purred in anticipation as he rolled onto his stomach, exposing his extremely white backside to Kyuhyun, and the younger boy thought of how badly this boy needed to get out and see some daylight.
His underwear followed next, and he felt Ryeowook’s hand on his hip, fingers playing up his side as he climbed onto the bed and crawled beside the younger boy. He grabbed Ryeowook’s shoulder and pushed him onto his back, despite the protests he received, and sat on his waist, tightening his knees on either side of his body and leaning forward to take the older boys lips in a small kiss. He slowly deepened the kiss, taking his time to part his lips and let his tongue slide into the mouth pressed against his, hearing Ryeowook whimper at the unfamiliarity he was experiencing. Kyuhyun had never done this before, never shared a kiss with him beyond the ones he planted across is back and neck while penetrating him from behind. But he was done with all that now. He was tired of just giving him what he wanted and getting nothing in return. He loved the boy, selfish and arrogant as he may be, and it was time he let Ryeowook know exactly how he felt.
The kiss broke and Kyuhyun was happy to see that the boy was rendered speechless, his red lips parted slightly to let heavy breathing through them instead of protests that this wasn’t what he wanted. His eyes stared into Kyuhyun’s as his breathing slowed back to normal, and then his hand was around Kyuhyun’s neck, pulling him down into another kiss much like the one they’d just shared, but was now much more forceful, more demanding, and Kyuhyun knew he’d finally found something Ryeowook didn’t know he wanted, but now that he’d experienced it, wanted it now: an intimate relationship.
“I love you,” Kyuhyun said quietly as the kiss broke before giving him another kiss, and another, each one long and heated and filled with as much emotion as Kyuhyun could put into a kiss, hoping that selfish Ryeowook would see it for what it was. His hands held the older boy’s shoulders as another kiss passed between them, and he hoped it was only because he was taking so much of his breath that Ryeowook hadn’t responded to his statement. “I love you.”
Ryeowook’s hips pressed upwards, grinding against Kyuhyun’s, and he supposed he’d have to just give him what he wanted instead of trying to convince him that maybe they were actually in love with each other and not just sex buddies. He moved his hips back, adjusting himself between Ryeowook’s legs, and the older boy tried to roll over onto his stomach again, but Kyuhyun held him in place, continuing to hold his shoulders. “No. We’re going to do it like this.” He watched as lips pursed and a protest grew on his lips, but nothing came out of them, giving Kyuhyun the signal that he was actually going to listen to him this once. He smiled, patting Ryeowook’s thigh fondly before leaning over to grab the bottle Ryeowook has failed to hide, pouring some of the thick liquid into his hand and working it over himself in long, slow strokes, making sure Ryeowook was watching and getting turned on at the sight of his dongsaeng’s ministrations.
“I love you,” he said once more as he instructed Ryeowook to wrap his legs around his waist, but he suddenly ignored what Kyuhyun said, retracting his legs and rolling onto his stomach.
“Stop saying that.” He sat up on his arms and knees, and Kyuhyun realized it was going to take some more time to get him comfortable with the idea of love instead of just sex. Another sigh escaped his lips as he got up on his knees and positioned himself behind Ryeowook.
“What would you like me to say then?” Tan hands held white hips as Kyuhyun guided himself slowly into his hyung, hearing Ryeowook gasp sharply although Kyuhyun was positive he was pretty much used to the feeling of Kyuhyun being inside him like this, they’d done it so damn much. He started slowly pulling out, setting a steady rhythm that made Ryeowook plead for him to go faster, but Kyuhyun wouldn’t listen. “What do you want me to tell you, Ryeowook, if not the truth?” He continued in slow, steady, even strokes that brought only incoherent moans from the throat of Ryeowook. “I love you, Ryeowook.” He pressed in harder, his hands holding onto Ryeowook’s shoulders for leverage, and heard the boy beneath him ask him to go faster. “I love you.”
“S-stop saying…that…” He cried out as Kyuhyun thrust in harder, fingers holding shoulder tighter as the muscles of the older boy tensed. “You d-don’t love me…you don’t…” Ryeowook brought his own hand to grasp his manhood, trying to stroke in time with Kyuhyun, but failing horribly. It had never taken this long for them to finish, and it was apparently driving Ryeowook crazy.
“But I do,” he whispered back, his hand moving to meet Ryeowook’s and hold it in his hand against the bed so he couldn’t make himself finish sooner, trying to drag it on as long as possible. “I love you so much.” He kissed the back of his neck and trailed over to his shoulder, biting down softly on the pale flesh as he continued torturing the boy with slow motions that made him writhe beneath him. “For years I’ve loved you.” Ryeowook’s arms gave out and he buried his face in the mattress, and Kyuhyun’s hands found both of Ryeowook’s, holding them in his.
“No you don’t.”
“Do you love me, too, Ryeowook?” He asked, pressing his chest against his back, sliding their sweaty bodies together as he moved in and out of his hyung. “Tell me you love me, too. Tell me you love me as much as I love you, and mean it.”
“I…I don’t, Kyuhyun. I…not as much.”
That was good enough for Kyuhyun. For now. He lifted one hand from Ryeowook’s and continued what the older boy had been trying for before, moving faster as the white body writhed in pleasure, moving quicker as he felt himself nearing climax, using every technique he’d developed while sleeping with him to make them finish together. They fell to the bed, Kyuhyun laying on Ryeowook’s back and breathing heavily against his ear. “I love you, Ryeowook.” And next time, he’d get him to admit to loving him back.
[Rating] R, for sex
[Pairing] KyuhyunxRyeowook
[Notes] This is a fic that I posted in the Believe community, but am also posting here. It's not my first fanfiction (you'll be lucky to see that), but it's not one I really like. It didn't turn out at all how I wanted it, and that's just not cool. So I'm posting now to get it out of the way in preparation for the ones I actually like.
Whatever Kim Ryeowook wanted, Kim Ryeowook got. When he wanted coffee with sugar and creamer with a bit of whipped cream on the top, Ryeowook got coffee with sugar and creamer and a bit of whipped cream on top. When Ryeowook wanted that new CD, movie, or video game, Ryeowook had the CD, movie or game and a new CD player, DVD player, or gaming system to play it on, even though he had five or six others that were in perfect working order. When Ryeowook wanted a full body massage on his bed, the masseuse had better be in his room in ten minutes or they would be on the receiving end of Ryeowook’s wrath, and that boy had enough power in his hands that he could make anyone’s life a living Hell with a snap of his fingers.
His bedroom was filled with random gadgets that he never used, broken things that had been repaired and replaced several times over, three computers, two iPods, nine radios, a mini refrigerator, a double king sized bed, four TV’s, three DVD players, and more playstations than anyone had ever tried to count. He hardly had to move to get anything he wanted, and if he was feeling lazy enough, he could just press a button that sounded a buzzer throughout the house that would send someone running to see what he wanted.
Ryeowook was a spoiled brat who’d been pampered all his life, but there was something endearing about his personality that drew Kyuhyun to him and made him not respect him so much as enjoy being around him. Kyuhyun was Ryeowook’s personal toy, his own personal plaything to keep Ryeowook entertained when he wanted to be entertained, which was more often than Kyuhyun thought to be healthy in a man who’d just turned nineteen. But Kyuhyun never questioned him. He’d seen what had happened to the people before who had taken a Ryeowook Request lightly and asked him ‘why’ he wanted them to do it, and Kyuhyun was not going to follow that path.
Kyuhyun had been living with Ryeowook’s family since he was a child when his parents gave him to the Kim family as a friend for Ryeowook - he found out later that they actually just didn’t want him and ran away to Australia just hours after leaving their son behind - and was pretty much treated as a member of the family until it came to Ryeowook. Once Ryeowook wanted to do something with Kyuhyun, the younger boy was resigned to doing it for fear of being punished.
But one of the things that had been plaguing Kyuhyun recently was that Ryeowook had been spoiled all his life and had repressed any sexual curiosity that normally came when boys turned thirteen until he was eighteen. And lately, Kyuhyun had become more like his personal sex toy than just someone to keep him company, and though Kyuhyun enjoyed being with the boy and enjoyed being the one to help him explore his sexuality, he couldn’t help but think that maybe Ryeowook wanted it a bit too much. He’d spent more time in the past few weeks with Ryeowook bent over the edge of the bed or on his knees in the shower than playing the playstation like they used to do.
So when Ryeowook called Kyuhyun into his bedroom to keep him company, it didn’t surprise him to find the older boy lying naked on the bed and glaring impatiently at Kyuhyun. He sighed at the sight, wondering if he could deny him just this once, to walk away and tell him to learn some self-control, then remembered that anything Kim Ryeowook wanted, Kim Ryeowook got, and Kyuhyun couldn’t deny him anything without some kind of backlash that would leave him wishing he’d just given the boy what he wanted.
The image of living on the streets briefly flashed through Kyuhyun’s mind, and it immediately scared him. The idea of scavenging for food and shelter instead of it being ready at his whim; of laying in ragged clothes under a piece of newspaper in an alleyway instead of wearing warm flannel pajamas and laying under his heavy blankets on a soft mattress; of being the small, starved teenager that was the brunt of everyone else’s jokes. He just didn’t think he’d be able to take it if he didn’t have the stability in his life to keep him on firm ground and knowing what was going to happen, when it was going to happen, and how. The only way to avoid all of that, though, was to give Ryeowook what he wanted.
He locked the door and crossed the room to the bed, taking in the now familiar sight of Ryeowook’s white skin contrasting sharply with the red of the bedsheets, and started undressing himself. He barely contained a sigh as his shirt fell to the ground and Ryeowook smiled, raising his arms above his head and stretching like a cat, turning onto his side. Kyuhyun’s jeans followed soon after, and Ryeowook practically purred in anticipation as he rolled onto his stomach, exposing his extremely white backside to Kyuhyun, and the younger boy thought of how badly this boy needed to get out and see some daylight.
His underwear followed next, and he felt Ryeowook’s hand on his hip, fingers playing up his side as he climbed onto the bed and crawled beside the younger boy. He grabbed Ryeowook’s shoulder and pushed him onto his back, despite the protests he received, and sat on his waist, tightening his knees on either side of his body and leaning forward to take the older boys lips in a small kiss. He slowly deepened the kiss, taking his time to part his lips and let his tongue slide into the mouth pressed against his, hearing Ryeowook whimper at the unfamiliarity he was experiencing. Kyuhyun had never done this before, never shared a kiss with him beyond the ones he planted across is back and neck while penetrating him from behind. But he was done with all that now. He was tired of just giving him what he wanted and getting nothing in return. He loved the boy, selfish and arrogant as he may be, and it was time he let Ryeowook know exactly how he felt.
The kiss broke and Kyuhyun was happy to see that the boy was rendered speechless, his red lips parted slightly to let heavy breathing through them instead of protests that this wasn’t what he wanted. His eyes stared into Kyuhyun’s as his breathing slowed back to normal, and then his hand was around Kyuhyun’s neck, pulling him down into another kiss much like the one they’d just shared, but was now much more forceful, more demanding, and Kyuhyun knew he’d finally found something Ryeowook didn’t know he wanted, but now that he’d experienced it, wanted it now: an intimate relationship.
“I love you,” Kyuhyun said quietly as the kiss broke before giving him another kiss, and another, each one long and heated and filled with as much emotion as Kyuhyun could put into a kiss, hoping that selfish Ryeowook would see it for what it was. His hands held the older boy’s shoulders as another kiss passed between them, and he hoped it was only because he was taking so much of his breath that Ryeowook hadn’t responded to his statement. “I love you.”
Ryeowook’s hips pressed upwards, grinding against Kyuhyun’s, and he supposed he’d have to just give him what he wanted instead of trying to convince him that maybe they were actually in love with each other and not just sex buddies. He moved his hips back, adjusting himself between Ryeowook’s legs, and the older boy tried to roll over onto his stomach again, but Kyuhyun held him in place, continuing to hold his shoulders. “No. We’re going to do it like this.” He watched as lips pursed and a protest grew on his lips, but nothing came out of them, giving Kyuhyun the signal that he was actually going to listen to him this once. He smiled, patting Ryeowook’s thigh fondly before leaning over to grab the bottle Ryeowook has failed to hide, pouring some of the thick liquid into his hand and working it over himself in long, slow strokes, making sure Ryeowook was watching and getting turned on at the sight of his dongsaeng’s ministrations.
“I love you,” he said once more as he instructed Ryeowook to wrap his legs around his waist, but he suddenly ignored what Kyuhyun said, retracting his legs and rolling onto his stomach.
“Stop saying that.” He sat up on his arms and knees, and Kyuhyun realized it was going to take some more time to get him comfortable with the idea of love instead of just sex. Another sigh escaped his lips as he got up on his knees and positioned himself behind Ryeowook.
“What would you like me to say then?” Tan hands held white hips as Kyuhyun guided himself slowly into his hyung, hearing Ryeowook gasp sharply although Kyuhyun was positive he was pretty much used to the feeling of Kyuhyun being inside him like this, they’d done it so damn much. He started slowly pulling out, setting a steady rhythm that made Ryeowook plead for him to go faster, but Kyuhyun wouldn’t listen. “What do you want me to tell you, Ryeowook, if not the truth?” He continued in slow, steady, even strokes that brought only incoherent moans from the throat of Ryeowook. “I love you, Ryeowook.” He pressed in harder, his hands holding onto Ryeowook’s shoulders for leverage, and heard the boy beneath him ask him to go faster. “I love you.”
“S-stop saying…that…” He cried out as Kyuhyun thrust in harder, fingers holding shoulder tighter as the muscles of the older boy tensed. “You d-don’t love me…you don’t…” Ryeowook brought his own hand to grasp his manhood, trying to stroke in time with Kyuhyun, but failing horribly. It had never taken this long for them to finish, and it was apparently driving Ryeowook crazy.
“But I do,” he whispered back, his hand moving to meet Ryeowook’s and hold it in his hand against the bed so he couldn’t make himself finish sooner, trying to drag it on as long as possible. “I love you so much.” He kissed the back of his neck and trailed over to his shoulder, biting down softly on the pale flesh as he continued torturing the boy with slow motions that made him writhe beneath him. “For years I’ve loved you.” Ryeowook’s arms gave out and he buried his face in the mattress, and Kyuhyun’s hands found both of Ryeowook’s, holding them in his.
“No you don’t.”
“Do you love me, too, Ryeowook?” He asked, pressing his chest against his back, sliding their sweaty bodies together as he moved in and out of his hyung. “Tell me you love me, too. Tell me you love me as much as I love you, and mean it.”
“I…I don’t, Kyuhyun. I…not as much.”
That was good enough for Kyuhyun. For now. He lifted one hand from Ryeowook’s and continued what the older boy had been trying for before, moving faster as the white body writhed in pleasure, moving quicker as he felt himself nearing climax, using every technique he’d developed while sleeping with him to make them finish together. They fell to the bed, Kyuhyun laying on Ryeowook’s back and breathing heavily against his ear. “I love you, Ryeowook.” And next time, he’d get him to admit to loving him back.