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Title: Make Me Beautiful
Fandom: Super Junior
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Yewook
Summary: PWP, warning for pain!kink and dirty talk and size!kink
A/N: This is what fangirling leads to, crappy fic. Stay in school kids. :|
for thundersquall because i lob her. Also thank you for helping me with my size!kink fail
Yesung shoves Ryeowook to his knees, "You look so fucking good like that, you know it?" the look in Ryeowook's eyes says yes he does. He smiles, all small white teeth, and pushes Yesung back onto the bed. He knows Yesung wants him, he can see how badly, but he still wants to hear him beg for it. So he splays his hands over Yesung's abs, pushing his t-shirt up until Yesung just pulls it off all together. He runs red lines over the ridges of muscle, listening to Yesung's breath quicken.
"Hyung? Do you think I'm pretty?" he asks, absently as he moves his hands almost low enough, loving the way Yesung's hips lift as he gets closer.
"What?" comes Yesung's voice, distracted, almost harsh, "Yeah, sure,"
Ryeowook pouts leaning his head against Yesung's thigh as he watches his hands move down over Yesung's hips, drawing tight little circles over the crease where thigh meets torso, "Am I pretty, hyung? Do you mean it?"
He brings his hand further down, over the taut muscle of Yesung's thigh, and squeezes, looking into Yesung's eyes, "How do you like me best? Do you like me with my legs open nice and wide for you, bent over a chair or on my knees? Or when I'm all dressed up for you right down to the panties, begging for you to give it to me? You like it when I've got a mouthful of your come; how about when you give it to me on my face, hyung? Am I prettiest like that?"
"Oh fuck, Ryeowook," Yesung groans at the look Ryeowook's giving him, like he knows exactly what he doing to Yesung, and he's loving the reaction he's getting. He doesn't even know what to say to that; all he knows, is that he needs Ryeowook's lips wrapped tight around him while he fucks that pretty mouth until he's got Ryeowook moaning for his load.
Ryeowook smiles and watches as Yesung struggles out of his pants, kicking them off before wrapping a hand around the base of his cock. Then he's got a hand on the back of Ryeowook's head, urging him forward. Ryeowook crawls closer obligingly, trailing wet kisses over Yesung's hip as he moves downwards. He grins at the moan of frustration Yesung lets out when he bypasses his cock and moves lower to run his tongue over Yesung's balls, tonguing them lightly.
"Fuck, Ryeowook, c'mon just get your mouth on me," Yesung pushes his hips forward, his cock dragging over Ryeowook's cheek, hot and heavy.
"You want me to suck you off?" he tilts his head to the side, ignoring the pressure Yesung's got against the base of his head; instead, running the tip of a pink tongue over his bottom lip, considering, "Or, would you rather hold my mouth open and push your cock in deep, fuck me 'til I'm choking on you?"
Yesung's eyes burn into him, and there's a sharpness in his smile that lets Ryeowook know his throat's going to ache for days. He lays a hand on Yesung's hip, letting his head loll back, eyes falling almost shut. He runs his tongue over the inside of his upper lip before letting it fall over his bottom row of teeth as he opens his jaw wider.
Yesung tightens his hand around Ryeowook's ponytail, yanking his head further back. He knows exactly how this is going to go when he hears Ryeowook let out a low moan, he runs his free hand down the pale column of his throat, "You gonna let me do your mouth any way I want, baby?"
Ryeowook goes to answer but chokes as Yesung pushes his cock in, bumping the head against the soft tissue at the back of Ryeowook's throat; he gags, unprepared. Then Yesung has one hand pulling the hair-tie free, the other taking up a fistful of hair to pull Ryeowook forward into his thrusts. His mouth is hot and damp around him, and Ryeowook's making more noise than he has to, giving up easy little sounds with every push of Yesung's hips.
He tightens his fingers around Ryeowook's hair, pulling him farther down on his cock, "Suck me,"
The sudden suction's got his eyes rolling back, curses dropping from his mouth as he rocks his hips into it, listening to Ryeowook gag around him, his mouth just too small to take all of Yesung. He forces himself in anyway, loving the tightness and the slight scrape of Ryeowook's teeth as he crams himself farther in. He looks back down at Ryeowook, flushed, tears running down his face, lips cherry red and swollen, stretched tight around him, cheeks hollowed as he pulls Yesung in, nostrils flared as he struggles to breathe, eyelashes fluttering, eyes begging for more.
And Yesung is inclined to give it to him. He yanks he head back roughly, pulling him off his cock with a wet pop. Ryeowook stays seated at Yesung's feet, gulping down air, his lips parted and slick with spit and precome.
"You know what," he asks, almost conversationally despite the breathlessness of his voice, "I think you'd look really fucking pretty on your back with your legs spread wide open for me. You think you can manage that for me?"
Ryeowook gives him a shaky nod and climbs to his feet, pulling his shirt over his head while Yesung works his pants down. He crawls into Yesung's lap, fingers clutching at his shoulder as Ryeowook slides his lips over Yesung's, dipping his tongue into Yesung's mouth so he can taste himself. He pulls back, Yesung's bottom lip caught between his teeth, "Is it good, hyung? You could come in my mouth, I could swallow some and give the rest right back to you if you want,"
Yesung smiles and shakes his head, he gets a good hold on Ryeowook's hips and rolls them over, so Ryeowook is pinned beneath him. He rubs himself against the inside of Ryeowook's thigh, the slight friction doing nothing to ease the built up need, "Maybe,"
He spits onto two fingers and Ryeowook's eyes widen, "Jongwoon, that's not-" but he cuts himself off with a hoarse cry as Yesung forces them in. The tears are back, sliding hot down his cheeks as he grits his teeth against the wave of pain, holding back a moan he'd probably never live down. But Yesung knows him well enough.
"Go ahead, I know you like it. Tell me just how bad you want me," he murmurs against Ryeowook's skin. Ryeowook can't help but groan a little as Yesung twists his fingers and pushes deeper, the sharp pain bleeding out into a burning stretch. His hips twitch backwards and he knows he's lost.
"Hyung, please. I need it, just- just fuck me, please, I need more," he pants, words tripping over each other in a rush to get out, he scrambles to find the ones that will get Yesung's cock in him just the way he needs it, "I just want you so bad, hyung, please,"
He tries to get out more, but Yesung's cut off his pleas, shoving his tongue past Ryeowook's teeth as he pulls his fingers free. Yesung's gone seconds later, leaning back to root through the bedside drawer. He pulls out a familiar tube and slicks himself up, then he's got two fingers buried back inside Ryeowook, stretching him open. He chokes on a scream when Yesung replaces them with his cock, pushing in with one swift thrust.
Ryeowook whimpers and twists against the sheet, eyes clenched shut against the wetness still spilling over his cheeks. Yesung lays a hand over his chin, thumb reaching to smooth out the tear-tracks. Ryeowook's mouth falls open, his tongue peeking out to lick at Yesung's fingers, his hips grinding back onto him, "Oh God, just-"
And then Yesung's pulled all the way out only to slam back in, nailing Ryeowook so his eyes open wide and a moan almost eclipses Yesung's whispered words, "Love it when you're tight like this, such a good lay, shit,"
It's deep already, but Ryeowook lifts his legs over Yesung's shoulders anyway, letting Yesung fold him almost in half as he thrusts in. He's got Ryeowook pushed almost right up against the headboard and he's nailing him harder with every thrust, "You're so big, Jongwoon," Ryeowook gasps, "You feel so huge inside me, fuck."
Yesung braces himself with one hand, reaching the other down to Ryeowook's entrance, feeling him stretched so tight around him. Ryeowook bites his lip as Yesung pauses to drag a thumbnail around the taut muscle. Ryeowook shivers at the sensation and feels himself tighten involuntarily, clamping down on Yesung's cock.
A low curse and half a heartbeat later, Yesung's gripping the back of his thighs, pushing into clutching heat, groaning as Ryeowook takes all of him and still begs for more. He brings a hand around Ryeowook's cock, pumping him roughly as he fucks him faster, "I wanna watch you come for me," he breathes the words against the shell of Ryeowook's ear, and pulls back just in time to see Ryeowook's mouth fall open around his name as he shoots thick white ropes over Yesung's knuckles.
The sight of Ryeowook giving it up has him coming hard, soaking Ryeowook with pulse after pulse as he grinds out a guttural moan, fingers pressing bruises into Ryeowook's hips while he pushes in one last time.
He gives himself a second to catch his breath before laying a soft kiss against Ryeowook's temple, "Baby, you're gorgeous,"
Title: Make Me Beautiful
Fandom: Super Junior
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Yewook
Summary: PWP, warning for pain!kink and dirty talk and size!kink
A/N: This is what fangirling leads to, crappy fic. Stay in school kids. :|
for thundersquall because i lob her. Also thank you for helping me with my size!kink fail
Yesung shoves Ryeowook to his knees, "You look so fucking good like that, you know it?" the look in Ryeowook's eyes says yes he does. He smiles, all small white teeth, and pushes Yesung back onto the bed. He knows Yesung wants him, he can see how badly, but he still wants to hear him beg for it. So he splays his hands over Yesung's abs, pushing his t-shirt up until Yesung just pulls it off all together. He runs red lines over the ridges of muscle, listening to Yesung's breath quicken.
"Hyung? Do you think I'm pretty?" he asks, absently as he moves his hands almost low enough, loving the way Yesung's hips lift as he gets closer.
"What?" comes Yesung's voice, distracted, almost harsh, "Yeah, sure,"
Ryeowook pouts leaning his head against Yesung's thigh as he watches his hands move down over Yesung's hips, drawing tight little circles over the crease where thigh meets torso, "Am I pretty, hyung? Do you mean it?"
He brings his hand further down, over the taut muscle of Yesung's thigh, and squeezes, looking into Yesung's eyes, "How do you like me best? Do you like me with my legs open nice and wide for you, bent over a chair or on my knees? Or when I'm all dressed up for you right down to the panties, begging for you to give it to me? You like it when I've got a mouthful of your come; how about when you give it to me on my face, hyung? Am I prettiest like that?"
"Oh fuck, Ryeowook," Yesung groans at the look Ryeowook's giving him, like he knows exactly what he doing to Yesung, and he's loving the reaction he's getting. He doesn't even know what to say to that; all he knows, is that he needs Ryeowook's lips wrapped tight around him while he fucks that pretty mouth until he's got Ryeowook moaning for his load.
Ryeowook smiles and watches as Yesung struggles out of his pants, kicking them off before wrapping a hand around the base of his cock. Then he's got a hand on the back of Ryeowook's head, urging him forward. Ryeowook crawls closer obligingly, trailing wet kisses over Yesung's hip as he moves downwards. He grins at the moan of frustration Yesung lets out when he bypasses his cock and moves lower to run his tongue over Yesung's balls, tonguing them lightly.
"Fuck, Ryeowook, c'mon just get your mouth on me," Yesung pushes his hips forward, his cock dragging over Ryeowook's cheek, hot and heavy.
"You want me to suck you off?" he tilts his head to the side, ignoring the pressure Yesung's got against the base of his head; instead, running the tip of a pink tongue over his bottom lip, considering, "Or, would you rather hold my mouth open and push your cock in deep, fuck me 'til I'm choking on you?"
Yesung's eyes burn into him, and there's a sharpness in his smile that lets Ryeowook know his throat's going to ache for days. He lays a hand on Yesung's hip, letting his head loll back, eyes falling almost shut. He runs his tongue over the inside of his upper lip before letting it fall over his bottom row of teeth as he opens his jaw wider.
Yesung tightens his hand around Ryeowook's ponytail, yanking his head further back. He knows exactly how this is going to go when he hears Ryeowook let out a low moan, he runs his free hand down the pale column of his throat, "You gonna let me do your mouth any way I want, baby?"
Ryeowook goes to answer but chokes as Yesung pushes his cock in, bumping the head against the soft tissue at the back of Ryeowook's throat; he gags, unprepared. Then Yesung has one hand pulling the hair-tie free, the other taking up a fistful of hair to pull Ryeowook forward into his thrusts. His mouth is hot and damp around him, and Ryeowook's making more noise than he has to, giving up easy little sounds with every push of Yesung's hips.
He tightens his fingers around Ryeowook's hair, pulling him farther down on his cock, "Suck me,"
The sudden suction's got his eyes rolling back, curses dropping from his mouth as he rocks his hips into it, listening to Ryeowook gag around him, his mouth just too small to take all of Yesung. He forces himself in anyway, loving the tightness and the slight scrape of Ryeowook's teeth as he crams himself farther in. He looks back down at Ryeowook, flushed, tears running down his face, lips cherry red and swollen, stretched tight around him, cheeks hollowed as he pulls Yesung in, nostrils flared as he struggles to breathe, eyelashes fluttering, eyes begging for more.
And Yesung is inclined to give it to him. He yanks he head back roughly, pulling him off his cock with a wet pop. Ryeowook stays seated at Yesung's feet, gulping down air, his lips parted and slick with spit and precome.
"You know what," he asks, almost conversationally despite the breathlessness of his voice, "I think you'd look really fucking pretty on your back with your legs spread wide open for me. You think you can manage that for me?"
Ryeowook gives him a shaky nod and climbs to his feet, pulling his shirt over his head while Yesung works his pants down. He crawls into Yesung's lap, fingers clutching at his shoulder as Ryeowook slides his lips over Yesung's, dipping his tongue into Yesung's mouth so he can taste himself. He pulls back, Yesung's bottom lip caught between his teeth, "Is it good, hyung? You could come in my mouth, I could swallow some and give the rest right back to you if you want,"
Yesung smiles and shakes his head, he gets a good hold on Ryeowook's hips and rolls them over, so Ryeowook is pinned beneath him. He rubs himself against the inside of Ryeowook's thigh, the slight friction doing nothing to ease the built up need, "Maybe,"
He spits onto two fingers and Ryeowook's eyes widen, "Jongwoon, that's not-" but he cuts himself off with a hoarse cry as Yesung forces them in. The tears are back, sliding hot down his cheeks as he grits his teeth against the wave of pain, holding back a moan he'd probably never live down. But Yesung knows him well enough.
"Go ahead, I know you like it. Tell me just how bad you want me," he murmurs against Ryeowook's skin. Ryeowook can't help but groan a little as Yesung twists his fingers and pushes deeper, the sharp pain bleeding out into a burning stretch. His hips twitch backwards and he knows he's lost.
"Hyung, please. I need it, just- just fuck me, please, I need more," he pants, words tripping over each other in a rush to get out, he scrambles to find the ones that will get Yesung's cock in him just the way he needs it, "I just want you so bad, hyung, please,"
He tries to get out more, but Yesung's cut off his pleas, shoving his tongue past Ryeowook's teeth as he pulls his fingers free. Yesung's gone seconds later, leaning back to root through the bedside drawer. He pulls out a familiar tube and slicks himself up, then he's got two fingers buried back inside Ryeowook, stretching him open. He chokes on a scream when Yesung replaces them with his cock, pushing in with one swift thrust.
Ryeowook whimpers and twists against the sheet, eyes clenched shut against the wetness still spilling over his cheeks. Yesung lays a hand over his chin, thumb reaching to smooth out the tear-tracks. Ryeowook's mouth falls open, his tongue peeking out to lick at Yesung's fingers, his hips grinding back onto him, "Oh God, just-"
And then Yesung's pulled all the way out only to slam back in, nailing Ryeowook so his eyes open wide and a moan almost eclipses Yesung's whispered words, "Love it when you're tight like this, such a good lay, shit,"
It's deep already, but Ryeowook lifts his legs over Yesung's shoulders anyway, letting Yesung fold him almost in half as he thrusts in. He's got Ryeowook pushed almost right up against the headboard and he's nailing him harder with every thrust, "You're so big, Jongwoon," Ryeowook gasps, "You feel so huge inside me, fuck."
Yesung braces himself with one hand, reaching the other down to Ryeowook's entrance, feeling him stretched so tight around him. Ryeowook bites his lip as Yesung pauses to drag a thumbnail around the taut muscle. Ryeowook shivers at the sensation and feels himself tighten involuntarily, clamping down on Yesung's cock.
A low curse and half a heartbeat later, Yesung's gripping the back of his thighs, pushing into clutching heat, groaning as Ryeowook takes all of him and still begs for more. He brings a hand around Ryeowook's cock, pumping him roughly as he fucks him faster, "I wanna watch you come for me," he breathes the words against the shell of Ryeowook's ear, and pulls back just in time to see Ryeowook's mouth fall open around his name as he shoots thick white ropes over Yesung's knuckles.
The sight of Ryeowook giving it up has him coming hard, soaking Ryeowook with pulse after pulse as he grinds out a guttural moan, fingers pressing bruises into Ryeowook's hips while he pushes in one last time.
He gives himself a second to catch his breath before laying a soft kiss against Ryeowook's temple, "Baby, you're gorgeous,"