Yewook Drabbles
Title: Yewook Drabbles
Author: Dreaminginside
Words: 1,041 (Total)
Pairings: Yewook
Warnings: None, inexplicit porn in some.
Disclaimer: LOLNO
Rating: G-> NC-17
Summary: Series of yewook drabbles, inspired by word prompts.
A/N: Something like a going away gift to my lovely kellsung. Tania, I love you and I hope that it doesn't feel like too long while you're gone, and we still need to talk at all times okay? I sound stupid because it's late, but seriously, ilu ;;<33333333333333333
Water, G
Ryeowook’s shirt is soaked transparent as he stands in the summer rain, body cold despite the warm water drenching him.
His heart pounds staccato beats against his ribcage and he considers it music, it’s always music, and the tears run free fall down his face, mixing salty with the clear water landing soft on his high cheek bones, and he cries harder.
His shoulders shake, and one thought runs through his head, even as the soaking torrent lightens, even as the sun comes out, even as the tears slow and dry on his cheeks.
He didn’t follow me.
...
Pretty, PG
Jongwoon loves Ryeowook’s lips.
He loves the way they can curl in a slow smile, curling back to flash delicate teeth, the way they purse in a pout, or twitch down in a frown.
How they can slide slick against his own, parted pretty when Ryeowook’s sobs out his name, when he begs, the way they wrap tight and cherry red around him, moving into a small smirk at Jongwoon’s moans.
But by far, it’s the way Ryeowook’s lips curve in that tiny smile, the one Jongwoon knows is only for him, afterwards and in the comfort of their bed, in the cocoon of Jongwoon’s arms, that is his favorite.
....
Candles, G
Light flickers bright on the planes of Jongwoon’s face, drawing highlights against the hollow of his neck and painting accents on the color in his lips, the darkness of his eyes.
It’s when it’s just the two of them, silent over a dinner (too late, Ryeowook thinks, the lights can’t be turned on lest they wake the others) lit only by candles, that he amazes at how someone as perfect as Jongwoon could pick someone as simple as him.
He knows the light paints over his haggard face, accents the dark shadows beneath his eyes, the paleness of his cheeks, and the creases in his brow.
But when Jongwoon leans over and kisses him soft on the lips, thumb stroking his (much too pale, much too hollow) cheek and whispers you’re beautiful, Ryeowook can’t help but want to believe him.
...
Dancing, G
Ryeowook loves to dance with Jongwoon, slow and simple in the quiet of the night, wrapped up in the dark and in Jongwoon’s arms, a slow and silent waltz.
He ignores when Jongwoon’s feet trip over his own, face fiery when he chuckles at him, grumbles barely audible until Ryeowook shushes him, simply edging closer and resting his head on Jongwoon’s chest, dancing slowing to mere rocking, shifting back and forth on the balls of their feet.
Jongwoon rests his face on Ryeowook’s hair, nuzzling his cheek there, and occasionally Ryeowook falls asleep like that, listening to Jongwoon’s heartbeat as their waltz slows still, feeling soft breath against his hair, and he sighs.
He wishes they could stay like that forever.
....
Star, PG
Jongwoon thinks of people like stars, shining bright in his life, slowly fading, exploding, doing all things predictable of those objects sparkling in space.
Ryeowook is the star he finds brightest though, twinkling eyes and shining smile, burning warm in his arms, never etiolating and putting up with all the strange things that Jongwoon has to offer with a simple smile or a warm laugh, all the fondness in the world in his eyes.
And when they kiss, Jongwoon sees actual stars behind his eyelids, falling further with every soft sound murmured into his mouth, every touch of Ryeowook’s fingers skating down his back, every keen and moan from his lips, the way he gazes at Jongwoon with all the love in his eyes when he comes, lips curled in a lazy smile.
And Jongwoon falls through space, but he finds he doesn’t really mind.
...
Fan, R
Ryeowook thinks that of all the people in the world, he is Jongwoon’s biggest fan.
Of his voice, low and husky and perfect on his ears, when he speaks, when he sings, and especially when it’s pitched perfect and growling in his ear, whispering low of all the things that he’s going to do to Ryeowook, swallowing up needy moans with eager lips.
Of his body, mouthing warm kisses down it until he’s reached Jongwoon’s hips, wet kisses placed on his thigh before worshipping him with his mouth, nails scratching down the taut skin of Jongwoon’s stomach, smiling sweet and gazing up with sticky eyelashes at Jongwoon’s flushed face, eyes dark on his own.
And most importantly, of his heart, his nature, sweet and caring and simply Jongwoon, and he thinks maybe, just maybe, Jongwoon may be his biggest fan as well.
...
Tie, NC-17
Ryeowook ties Jongwoon’s tie every morning before he goes to work, knotting it tightly around the other man’s neck and using it to pull him down for a lingering kiss before pushing him away and shooing him out the door, having his own job to get to without the distraction of Jongwoon trying to coax him into more than kissing.
But Ryeowook has a different opinion of Jongwoon’s ties at night, instead tied tight around his hands, knotting them to the bed posts and rendering him immobile as Jongwoon mouths his way down Ryeowook’s body, only pausing for the briefest of moments before thrusting his tongue into him, grinning as Ryeowook writhes above him, senseless pleas falling from his lips.
Ryeowook concludes that there’s simply something about ties, or maybe it’s Jongwoon, that drive him crazy.
..
Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed! Comments are love! <3
Author: Dreaminginside
Words: 1,041 (Total)
Pairings: Yewook
Warnings: None, inexplicit porn in some.
Disclaimer: LOLNO
Rating: G-> NC-17
Summary: Series of yewook drabbles, inspired by word prompts.
A/N: Something like a going away gift to my lovely kellsung. Tania, I love you and I hope that it doesn't feel like too long while you're gone, and we still need to talk at all times okay? I sound stupid because it's late, but seriously, ilu ;;<33333333333333333
Water, G
Ryeowook’s shirt is soaked transparent as he stands in the summer rain, body cold despite the warm water drenching him.
His heart pounds staccato beats against his ribcage and he considers it music, it’s always music, and the tears run free fall down his face, mixing salty with the clear water landing soft on his high cheek bones, and he cries harder.
His shoulders shake, and one thought runs through his head, even as the soaking torrent lightens, even as the sun comes out, even as the tears slow and dry on his cheeks.
He didn’t follow me.
...
Pretty, PG
Jongwoon loves Ryeowook’s lips.
He loves the way they can curl in a slow smile, curling back to flash delicate teeth, the way they purse in a pout, or twitch down in a frown.
How they can slide slick against his own, parted pretty when Ryeowook’s sobs out his name, when he begs, the way they wrap tight and cherry red around him, moving into a small smirk at Jongwoon’s moans.
But by far, it’s the way Ryeowook’s lips curve in that tiny smile, the one Jongwoon knows is only for him, afterwards and in the comfort of their bed, in the cocoon of Jongwoon’s arms, that is his favorite.
....
Candles, G
Light flickers bright on the planes of Jongwoon’s face, drawing highlights against the hollow of his neck and painting accents on the color in his lips, the darkness of his eyes.
It’s when it’s just the two of them, silent over a dinner (too late, Ryeowook thinks, the lights can’t be turned on lest they wake the others) lit only by candles, that he amazes at how someone as perfect as Jongwoon could pick someone as simple as him.
He knows the light paints over his haggard face, accents the dark shadows beneath his eyes, the paleness of his cheeks, and the creases in his brow.
But when Jongwoon leans over and kisses him soft on the lips, thumb stroking his (much too pale, much too hollow) cheek and whispers you’re beautiful, Ryeowook can’t help but want to believe him.
...
Dancing, G
Ryeowook loves to dance with Jongwoon, slow and simple in the quiet of the night, wrapped up in the dark and in Jongwoon’s arms, a slow and silent waltz.
He ignores when Jongwoon’s feet trip over his own, face fiery when he chuckles at him, grumbles barely audible until Ryeowook shushes him, simply edging closer and resting his head on Jongwoon’s chest, dancing slowing to mere rocking, shifting back and forth on the balls of their feet.
Jongwoon rests his face on Ryeowook’s hair, nuzzling his cheek there, and occasionally Ryeowook falls asleep like that, listening to Jongwoon’s heartbeat as their waltz slows still, feeling soft breath against his hair, and he sighs.
He wishes they could stay like that forever.
....
Star, PG
Jongwoon thinks of people like stars, shining bright in his life, slowly fading, exploding, doing all things predictable of those objects sparkling in space.
Ryeowook is the star he finds brightest though, twinkling eyes and shining smile, burning warm in his arms, never etiolating and putting up with all the strange things that Jongwoon has to offer with a simple smile or a warm laugh, all the fondness in the world in his eyes.
And when they kiss, Jongwoon sees actual stars behind his eyelids, falling further with every soft sound murmured into his mouth, every touch of Ryeowook’s fingers skating down his back, every keen and moan from his lips, the way he gazes at Jongwoon with all the love in his eyes when he comes, lips curled in a lazy smile.
And Jongwoon falls through space, but he finds he doesn’t really mind.
...
Fan, R
Ryeowook thinks that of all the people in the world, he is Jongwoon’s biggest fan.
Of his voice, low and husky and perfect on his ears, when he speaks, when he sings, and especially when it’s pitched perfect and growling in his ear, whispering low of all the things that he’s going to do to Ryeowook, swallowing up needy moans with eager lips.
Of his body, mouthing warm kisses down it until he’s reached Jongwoon’s hips, wet kisses placed on his thigh before worshipping him with his mouth, nails scratching down the taut skin of Jongwoon’s stomach, smiling sweet and gazing up with sticky eyelashes at Jongwoon’s flushed face, eyes dark on his own.
And most importantly, of his heart, his nature, sweet and caring and simply Jongwoon, and he thinks maybe, just maybe, Jongwoon may be his biggest fan as well.
...
Tie, NC-17
Ryeowook ties Jongwoon’s tie every morning before he goes to work, knotting it tightly around the other man’s neck and using it to pull him down for a lingering kiss before pushing him away and shooing him out the door, having his own job to get to without the distraction of Jongwoon trying to coax him into more than kissing.
But Ryeowook has a different opinion of Jongwoon’s ties at night, instead tied tight around his hands, knotting them to the bed posts and rendering him immobile as Jongwoon mouths his way down Ryeowook’s body, only pausing for the briefest of moments before thrusting his tongue into him, grinning as Ryeowook writhes above him, senseless pleas falling from his lips.
Ryeowook concludes that there’s simply something about ties, or maybe it’s Jongwoon, that drive him crazy.
..
Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed! Comments are love! <3