that ain't nothing but drugstore lovin'
I AM EASY, THIS WILL NEVER CHANGE :|
Title: Smooth
Fandom: Super Junior
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: yewook
Summary: One more reason to add to the list of reasons why Ryeowook is actually a girl
A/N: for thundersquall now if I'm your bitch where the fuck is my collar :| (warning for rimming)
“Ryeowook. I told you that if you get cold you can just ask me to turn the AC off.”
“No, it’s fine, hyung.”
“Ryeowook.”
“Hm?”
“Everyone is home and the door is unlocked.”
“So?” Ryeowook gave a little shrug and pressed himself further back against Yesung’s chest, fingers tracing over the back of Yesung’s palm as he helped drag his hand over the band of soft skin just above the waist of his boxers.
Yesung huffed and pressed his hand flat against Ryeowook’s stomach, fingertips just skimming the single layer of fabric between him and the rest of Ryeowook’s bare skin. “You’re going to get me in a lot of trouble.”
“But I’m not doing anything.”
He bit back what felt like an incredulous laugh as Ryeowook tugged his hand downwards to cup between his legs. A loud doorslam and muted voices filtered down the hallway as Ryeowook let slip a small moan, wriggling his ass back against Yesung, “I’m just a little cold, hyung. And you’re always warm, so why not.”
It was a very safe bet that Ryeowook could tell how hot he was getting him, but just in case there was any kind of a question Yesung pulled his hand away and slung a leg over Ryeowook’s hip, pushing him onto his stomach and nuzzling the back of his neck as he laughed, “You don’t feel very cold, baby. Were you lying to me?”
“No,” Ryeowook squeezed his eyes shut as Yesung pushed his hips forward, rubbing himself against Ryeowook’s ass and forcing Ryeowook to grind into the mattress.
“Well then why didn’t you get an extra sweater or a blanket or something? When did I become your personal space heater?” He wondered next to Ryeowook’s ear, teething the delicate shell as he worked himself against Ryeowook, appreciating every shiver and sound he drew out of him.
“B-Because it’s your fault I’m cold so you should be the one to fix it!” He gasped, fingers convulsing around the handfuls of bedsheet he’d taken up as he buried a moan in the mattress.
“I guess I should take care of you then.”
“Hyung,” Ryeowook whined, hips lifting back into Yesung’s insistently, “Please,”
Yesung finished a good sized hickey at the crook of Ryeowook’s neck before pulling him up onto his knees and yanking down first his own boxers and then Ryeowook’s. He scrambled to grab the lube out of the bedside drawer before coating two fingers and shoving them up into Ryeowook. Yesung watched the perfect arch of Ryeowook’s spine and lamented the fact that the equally perfect noise he’d made had gotten smothered in the pillow his face was pressed into.
He pushed his fingers in deeper, scissoring impatiently, just grazing the spot that always seemed to electrify Ryeowook. Leaning forward, Yesung pressed a couple half-formed kisses over the small of Ryeowook’s back, voice husky as he grinned, “You sure don’t feel cold.”
“Enough, Jongwoon, please just fuck me.”
He wriggled his fingers, “But I already am,”
“More” Ryeowook let out a frustrated groan, struggling to keep his balance as he brought a hand up to his mouth. Yesung watched intently while Ryeowook laved at his palm, legs spreading wider when he reached down to fist himself slowly.
“More like this?” Yesung spread his fingers, opening Ryeowook up enough to lick at the stretch of his entrance, tongue fucking the space between his knuckles. Not even the pillow pressed to his mouth could fully muffle the cry Ryeowook let out when Yesung pushed in a third finger, licking a wet stripe down to his balls, tonguing the heavy weight of them as fucked Ryeowook hard and fast.
He could tell just but the sounds Ryeowook choked back that he was seconds away from ending this. Having gotten him exactly where he’d wanted to, Yesung pulled his fingers free and wrestled Ryeowook onto his back. Ryeowook’s bangs were damp and matted to his forehead as he stared up at Yesung with narrowed eyes. Probably more amused than he should have been, Yesung hummed appreciatively and ran the flat of his tongue over his teeth, dipping his head to nip at the frantic beat of Ryeowook's pulse. He licked at the beads of sweat gathering the hollow of Ryeowook's throat, tongue trailing along downwards, savoring the salty tang of his skin.
“Now.” Ryeowook grabbed Yesung by the chin and brought him to eye level. Impatient, he let go and pulled a leg to his chest, wrapping his free arm around Yesung’s neck and dragging him down into a rough kiss. Yesung groaned at the needy press of Ryeowook’s mouth, letting him bite at his bottom lip and suck on his tongue. He was so caught up on Ryeowook being so frantic for a taste of himself that he wasn’t expecting it when a slippery hand closed around his cock, slicking him up with firm strokes that sapped the strength right out of him.
He sank into Ryeowook with one quick thrust, hoisting his leg over his shoulder and opening him up as far as possible. As soon as Ryeowook tossed his head back, mouth open on a sound that wouldn’t stay muted for long, Yesung crammed two fingers into his mouth and growled, “Keep it down unless you feel like putting on a show.”
In response Ryeowook gave Yesung’s fingers a tentative suck before pushing his tongue between them and letting out a moan that sang right through Yesung.
He grinned and sped up his pace, his hips smacking into Ryeowook’s with every thrust, knocking the bed frame into the wall with a dull thud that barely overshadowed Ryeowook’s keening as he cried out for more around a mouthful.
“Bring yourself off for me, baby.”
Ryeowook nodded as Yesung took his fingers away from the teasing glide of his tongue and instead moved Ryeowook’s arm from where it had been draped around his shoulder, guiding his hand down his torso, curling his shaking fingers around the base of his cock. He helped Ryeowook pace the first few strokes before reaching back up to pinch a nipple. The small, broken noise that Ryeowook made just encouraged the press of Yesung’s fingernails as he drew thin, red lines down Ryeowook’s ribs, loving the way his hand sped up, hips no longer able to match the pace of Yesung’s thrusts.
No more than a few hasty strokes and Ryeowook was tightening around Yesung, toes curling over his shoulder as his spine curved, teeth clenched shut around a shattered sound as he came over his fist. Yesung followed soon after, eyes on the mess Ryeowook was smearing back over himself as he shuddered through the aftershocks.
Yesung collapsed onto Ryeowook, pressing his nose against his neck and blindly groping around behind them in search of the fallen blankets.
“Hyung?” Ryeowook poked him in the shoulder not seconds later.
“Fine, fine.” With a suffering sigh, Yesung rolled off of him and to the side, nearly falling over the edge of the bed.
Ryeowook snorted and grabbed his wrist, saving his ego from certain bruising, “No, that’s not it. It’s just a bit warm in here now, could you turn on the AC?”
“You- You just.”
“I know.” Kicking off the blanket Yesung had just pulled over them, Ryeowook stretched languidly and curled around a pillow, teeth scraping his freshly bruised bottom lip as he grinned, “And later on when I’m too cold, it’ll still be your fault.”
“Right.” Yesung deadpanned, flipping on the unit and settling down for what he hoped would amount to at least fifteen minutes of sleep before Ryeowook changed his mind. Again.
YEAH I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THAT WAS :| probably going to edit it more later or something idek /headdesk
Title: Smooth
Fandom: Super Junior
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: yewook
Summary: One more reason to add to the list of reasons why Ryeowook is actually a girl
A/N: for thundersquall now if I'm your bitch where the fuck is my collar :| (warning for rimming)
“Ryeowook. I told you that if you get cold you can just ask me to turn the AC off.”
“No, it’s fine, hyung.”
“Ryeowook.”
“Hm?”
“Everyone is home and the door is unlocked.”
“So?” Ryeowook gave a little shrug and pressed himself further back against Yesung’s chest, fingers tracing over the back of Yesung’s palm as he helped drag his hand over the band of soft skin just above the waist of his boxers.
Yesung huffed and pressed his hand flat against Ryeowook’s stomach, fingertips just skimming the single layer of fabric between him and the rest of Ryeowook’s bare skin. “You’re going to get me in a lot of trouble.”
“But I’m not doing anything.”
He bit back what felt like an incredulous laugh as Ryeowook tugged his hand downwards to cup between his legs. A loud doorslam and muted voices filtered down the hallway as Ryeowook let slip a small moan, wriggling his ass back against Yesung, “I’m just a little cold, hyung. And you’re always warm, so why not.”
It was a very safe bet that Ryeowook could tell how hot he was getting him, but just in case there was any kind of a question Yesung pulled his hand away and slung a leg over Ryeowook’s hip, pushing him onto his stomach and nuzzling the back of his neck as he laughed, “You don’t feel very cold, baby. Were you lying to me?”
“No,” Ryeowook squeezed his eyes shut as Yesung pushed his hips forward, rubbing himself against Ryeowook’s ass and forcing Ryeowook to grind into the mattress.
“Well then why didn’t you get an extra sweater or a blanket or something? When did I become your personal space heater?” He wondered next to Ryeowook’s ear, teething the delicate shell as he worked himself against Ryeowook, appreciating every shiver and sound he drew out of him.
“B-Because it’s your fault I’m cold so you should be the one to fix it!” He gasped, fingers convulsing around the handfuls of bedsheet he’d taken up as he buried a moan in the mattress.
“I guess I should take care of you then.”
“Hyung,” Ryeowook whined, hips lifting back into Yesung’s insistently, “Please,”
Yesung finished a good sized hickey at the crook of Ryeowook’s neck before pulling him up onto his knees and yanking down first his own boxers and then Ryeowook’s. He scrambled to grab the lube out of the bedside drawer before coating two fingers and shoving them up into Ryeowook. Yesung watched the perfect arch of Ryeowook’s spine and lamented the fact that the equally perfect noise he’d made had gotten smothered in the pillow his face was pressed into.
He pushed his fingers in deeper, scissoring impatiently, just grazing the spot that always seemed to electrify Ryeowook. Leaning forward, Yesung pressed a couple half-formed kisses over the small of Ryeowook’s back, voice husky as he grinned, “You sure don’t feel cold.”
“Enough, Jongwoon, please just fuck me.”
He wriggled his fingers, “But I already am,”
“More” Ryeowook let out a frustrated groan, struggling to keep his balance as he brought a hand up to his mouth. Yesung watched intently while Ryeowook laved at his palm, legs spreading wider when he reached down to fist himself slowly.
“More like this?” Yesung spread his fingers, opening Ryeowook up enough to lick at the stretch of his entrance, tongue fucking the space between his knuckles. Not even the pillow pressed to his mouth could fully muffle the cry Ryeowook let out when Yesung pushed in a third finger, licking a wet stripe down to his balls, tonguing the heavy weight of them as fucked Ryeowook hard and fast.
He could tell just but the sounds Ryeowook choked back that he was seconds away from ending this. Having gotten him exactly where he’d wanted to, Yesung pulled his fingers free and wrestled Ryeowook onto his back. Ryeowook’s bangs were damp and matted to his forehead as he stared up at Yesung with narrowed eyes. Probably more amused than he should have been, Yesung hummed appreciatively and ran the flat of his tongue over his teeth, dipping his head to nip at the frantic beat of Ryeowook's pulse. He licked at the beads of sweat gathering the hollow of Ryeowook's throat, tongue trailing along downwards, savoring the salty tang of his skin.
“Now.” Ryeowook grabbed Yesung by the chin and brought him to eye level. Impatient, he let go and pulled a leg to his chest, wrapping his free arm around Yesung’s neck and dragging him down into a rough kiss. Yesung groaned at the needy press of Ryeowook’s mouth, letting him bite at his bottom lip and suck on his tongue. He was so caught up on Ryeowook being so frantic for a taste of himself that he wasn’t expecting it when a slippery hand closed around his cock, slicking him up with firm strokes that sapped the strength right out of him.
He sank into Ryeowook with one quick thrust, hoisting his leg over his shoulder and opening him up as far as possible. As soon as Ryeowook tossed his head back, mouth open on a sound that wouldn’t stay muted for long, Yesung crammed two fingers into his mouth and growled, “Keep it down unless you feel like putting on a show.”
In response Ryeowook gave Yesung’s fingers a tentative suck before pushing his tongue between them and letting out a moan that sang right through Yesung.
He grinned and sped up his pace, his hips smacking into Ryeowook’s with every thrust, knocking the bed frame into the wall with a dull thud that barely overshadowed Ryeowook’s keening as he cried out for more around a mouthful.
“Bring yourself off for me, baby.”
Ryeowook nodded as Yesung took his fingers away from the teasing glide of his tongue and instead moved Ryeowook’s arm from where it had been draped around his shoulder, guiding his hand down his torso, curling his shaking fingers around the base of his cock. He helped Ryeowook pace the first few strokes before reaching back up to pinch a nipple. The small, broken noise that Ryeowook made just encouraged the press of Yesung’s fingernails as he drew thin, red lines down Ryeowook’s ribs, loving the way his hand sped up, hips no longer able to match the pace of Yesung’s thrusts.
No more than a few hasty strokes and Ryeowook was tightening around Yesung, toes curling over his shoulder as his spine curved, teeth clenched shut around a shattered sound as he came over his fist. Yesung followed soon after, eyes on the mess Ryeowook was smearing back over himself as he shuddered through the aftershocks.
Yesung collapsed onto Ryeowook, pressing his nose against his neck and blindly groping around behind them in search of the fallen blankets.
“Hyung?” Ryeowook poked him in the shoulder not seconds later.
“Fine, fine.” With a suffering sigh, Yesung rolled off of him and to the side, nearly falling over the edge of the bed.
Ryeowook snorted and grabbed his wrist, saving his ego from certain bruising, “No, that’s not it. It’s just a bit warm in here now, could you turn on the AC?”
“You- You just.”
“I know.” Kicking off the blanket Yesung had just pulled over them, Ryeowook stretched languidly and curled around a pillow, teeth scraping his freshly bruised bottom lip as he grinned, “And later on when I’m too cold, it’ll still be your fault.”
“Right.” Yesung deadpanned, flipping on the unit and settling down for what he hoped would amount to at least fifteen minutes of sleep before Ryeowook changed his mind. Again.
YEAH I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THAT WAS :| probably going to edit it more later or something idek /headdesk