super junior/snsd drabbles (3/?)
two drabbles!
g, nc17, nonau
sooyoung/ryeowook
dfhsodifs don't judge my otps
for wookism!!
drabble one
g, 764 words
When Ryeowook first meets Sooyoung, he thinks she is sweet, if not a bit shy.
The second time he meets Sooyoung, she sends a small smile and a flutter of a laugh his way, and Ryeowook thinks yes, she’s definitely shy.
The third time is the charm, Ryeowook thinks, because his heart flutters a bit with a smile she wears that isn’t even meant for him.
The fourth time he meets her, Sooyoung wraps an arm around his, whispers into his ear, but he’s too busy blushing and staring at the floor to register what she’s saying.
The fifth time, Sungmin is there with him to hang out with Sooyoung, and everything gets ruined. Sooyoung is pushing Sungmin around, yelling (informally) at him to buy her some lunch, slapping his arm with a secretive grin and a teasing “Oppa!”
Ryeowook cooks lunch for the both of them, watching from across the table as she leans into Sungmin, her flirty giggle carrying throughout the room. She stares Ryeowook’s way, giving him a happy smile as she clears her plate faster than anyone else.
It makes Ryeowook frustrated, and he can barely sleep that night because of all the thoughts running through his head.
He sees Sooyoung again the next day, and she’s immediately next to him, leaning against him with a smile, blabbing about how good of a cook he is.
He’s torn between wanting to yell and wanting to blush and bow his head in thanks. So instead, he gives a small smile and “thank you,” but not much else.
Sooyoung seems to notice his lack of enthusiasm, and she hugs herself closer to him with a worried look.
“What’s wrong?” She asks in a soft voice - different from her boisterous voice yesterday to Sungmin - and he can’t decide which he likes better.
He takes a while to answer, thoughts formulating in his head that he can’t seem to express in words. Sooyoung is staring at him, their faces level, waiting for an answer that he isn’t ready to give.
“Oppa.” She calls him for the first time ever and he snaps his eyes up to stare at her with a surprised look. It sounds so right coming from her lips that it almost makes him shiver.
“Um,” He is unsure at first, her eyes piercing into his as he mumbles. “You treat me differently.”
Her eyes don’t widen in surprise, nor does she look scared. Her lips don’t even turn into a pout. Instead, she smiles at him, a genuinely soft smile, and her head tilts to the side.
“Of course I treat you differently. I don’t like them like I like you.” She answers nonchalantly, like it’s normal to tell someone their feelings so outright. It makes him do a double take and he hears her laugh at him, but his head is swimming and he’s too wrapped up in his own thoughts to say anything.
There’s a silence, and he’s just staring at her, unsure of what to do first. His hand shakes as he brings it up to pinch his own cheek. ‘Is this real?’ He asks himself, but by the pain in his cheek, he safely assumes so.
“Oppa, why are you looking at me like that?” She’s so straight-forward, not shy at all like he thought, and he both loves it and hates it at the same time.
“I’m just surprised, that’s all.” He tells her with a light chuckle, and he’s pretty sure his cheeks are burning a bright red right now.
“I thought it was pretty obvious,” She shrugs and smiles a little bit, moving her hand down to his to lace their fingers together. Their hands don’t fit perfectly together, but they fit well enough for his satisfaction. “Your feelings for me are pretty obvious too.” She says after a little pause, squeezing his hand with a grin.
He stutters over his words, before he goes silent, chewing on his lip in thought. She looks so cute like that, with her know-it-all smirk, her eyes lit up like Christmas lights. He doesn’t say anything and leans his head on her shoulder with a sigh, content for now. She puts her head over his, eyes closing as they sit in silence, smiles on both of their lips.
The seventh time Ryeowook meets Sooyoung, she’s punching Kangin in the arm, yelling at him for something stupid that he said, but there’s a smile on her lips. There’s a smile on his lips too, and he idly flips through a magazine, enjoying Kangin’s yells for her to stop.
drabble two
nc-17, 640 words
Ryeowook never imagined having sex with a girl, let alone having her boss him around. But that’s just how it is with Sooyoung, and he never once complains about it. She has a way, a tone with her words that makes him ashamed and turned on at the same exact time.
It isn’t any different this time, her lips moving against his quickly, her legs around his waist, holding herself there. He is half-hard already, her fingers inching up his shirt, her tongue moving just the right way against his to drive him crazy.
She pulls away from his mouth, and his shirt is gone in an instant. Her shirt is already littering the floor, along with their both of their pairs of shoes, and his just adds to the clutter. He doesn’t have to time to say anything about it before her teeth are tugging on his bottom lip and her hands are running up and down his now bare chest.
This isn’t how it’s supposed to be, he muses, watching the top of her head as she starts to press light kisses all over his chest. No, he’s supposed to be on top of her, watching her squirm as he presses tight against her, as he presses light kisses to that spot on her shoulder that she loves so much.
He groans when she nips a spot on his chest that he likes, and suddenly he’s on his back on the bed, watching her head go lower and lower until it’s above the growing bump in his pants. He stirs and almost begs (begs, she likes when he does that) for her to take them off, but he bites his lip to hold back.
“Ryeowook oppa,” She whispers in that soft voice of hers as her fingers slip his zipper down, the sound drowned out by the pounding of his heart in his ears.
Her mouth is around his cock in an instant, and he’s too busy crying out softly to wonder how she got his pants off so quickly. She’s already moving so quickly that he can’t react, other than the occasional moan and tug at her hair.
It seems like a short time before she pulls away, and she gives him a little striptease, swinging her clothes around with a grin on her face. She knows he likes when she does this, and she uses it to her advantage.
She’s climbing on top of him, that predatory look in her eyes, and it isn’t long before she’s bouncing on top of him, hands braced on her chest to keep her balance. He loves this position - it’s his favorite, really - because he gets to watch every single part of her as he fucks her. The way her head tilts back when she moans, the way her breasts swell and fall with each gasping breath, the way her body fits against his every time she comes back down. Yes, he loves them all.
She’s shivering, her nails digging into his chest as she moves once, twice, three more times before crying out. He watches as her body shakes, her breaths and his name caught in between moans and groans, everything tightening around him before he falls into her the same way.
They always cuddle after sex and his time is no different, his legs mixed with hers as she curls into his shoulder. They don’t say anything, only enjoy the silence together. He knows she has fallen asleep by the way her breaths even out, by the way she stops pressing slow, gentle kisses to his shoulder.
Someday, Ryeowook thinks as he stares down at her sleeping form with a small smile. Someday, he’ll take control of her, and he will relish in her surprised face. Yeah, someday, he tells himself (but he knows it really won’t happen.)
g, nc17, nonau
sooyoung/ryeowook
dfhsodifs don't judge my otps
for wookism!!
drabble one
g, 764 words
When Ryeowook first meets Sooyoung, he thinks she is sweet, if not a bit shy.
The second time he meets Sooyoung, she sends a small smile and a flutter of a laugh his way, and Ryeowook thinks yes, she’s definitely shy.
The third time is the charm, Ryeowook thinks, because his heart flutters a bit with a smile she wears that isn’t even meant for him.
The fourth time he meets her, Sooyoung wraps an arm around his, whispers into his ear, but he’s too busy blushing and staring at the floor to register what she’s saying.
The fifth time, Sungmin is there with him to hang out with Sooyoung, and everything gets ruined. Sooyoung is pushing Sungmin around, yelling (informally) at him to buy her some lunch, slapping his arm with a secretive grin and a teasing “Oppa!”
Ryeowook cooks lunch for the both of them, watching from across the table as she leans into Sungmin, her flirty giggle carrying throughout the room. She stares Ryeowook’s way, giving him a happy smile as she clears her plate faster than anyone else.
It makes Ryeowook frustrated, and he can barely sleep that night because of all the thoughts running through his head.
He sees Sooyoung again the next day, and she’s immediately next to him, leaning against him with a smile, blabbing about how good of a cook he is.
He’s torn between wanting to yell and wanting to blush and bow his head in thanks. So instead, he gives a small smile and “thank you,” but not much else.
Sooyoung seems to notice his lack of enthusiasm, and she hugs herself closer to him with a worried look.
“What’s wrong?” She asks in a soft voice - different from her boisterous voice yesterday to Sungmin - and he can’t decide which he likes better.
He takes a while to answer, thoughts formulating in his head that he can’t seem to express in words. Sooyoung is staring at him, their faces level, waiting for an answer that he isn’t ready to give.
“Oppa.” She calls him for the first time ever and he snaps his eyes up to stare at her with a surprised look. It sounds so right coming from her lips that it almost makes him shiver.
“Um,” He is unsure at first, her eyes piercing into his as he mumbles. “You treat me differently.”
Her eyes don’t widen in surprise, nor does she look scared. Her lips don’t even turn into a pout. Instead, she smiles at him, a genuinely soft smile, and her head tilts to the side.
“Of course I treat you differently. I don’t like them like I like you.” She answers nonchalantly, like it’s normal to tell someone their feelings so outright. It makes him do a double take and he hears her laugh at him, but his head is swimming and he’s too wrapped up in his own thoughts to say anything.
There’s a silence, and he’s just staring at her, unsure of what to do first. His hand shakes as he brings it up to pinch his own cheek. ‘Is this real?’ He asks himself, but by the pain in his cheek, he safely assumes so.
“Oppa, why are you looking at me like that?” She’s so straight-forward, not shy at all like he thought, and he both loves it and hates it at the same time.
“I’m just surprised, that’s all.” He tells her with a light chuckle, and he’s pretty sure his cheeks are burning a bright red right now.
“I thought it was pretty obvious,” She shrugs and smiles a little bit, moving her hand down to his to lace their fingers together. Their hands don’t fit perfectly together, but they fit well enough for his satisfaction. “Your feelings for me are pretty obvious too.” She says after a little pause, squeezing his hand with a grin.
He stutters over his words, before he goes silent, chewing on his lip in thought. She looks so cute like that, with her know-it-all smirk, her eyes lit up like Christmas lights. He doesn’t say anything and leans his head on her shoulder with a sigh, content for now. She puts her head over his, eyes closing as they sit in silence, smiles on both of their lips.
The seventh time Ryeowook meets Sooyoung, she’s punching Kangin in the arm, yelling at him for something stupid that he said, but there’s a smile on her lips. There’s a smile on his lips too, and he idly flips through a magazine, enjoying Kangin’s yells for her to stop.
drabble two
nc-17, 640 words
Ryeowook never imagined having sex with a girl, let alone having her boss him around. But that’s just how it is with Sooyoung, and he never once complains about it. She has a way, a tone with her words that makes him ashamed and turned on at the same exact time.
It isn’t any different this time, her lips moving against his quickly, her legs around his waist, holding herself there. He is half-hard already, her fingers inching up his shirt, her tongue moving just the right way against his to drive him crazy.
She pulls away from his mouth, and his shirt is gone in an instant. Her shirt is already littering the floor, along with their both of their pairs of shoes, and his just adds to the clutter. He doesn’t have to time to say anything about it before her teeth are tugging on his bottom lip and her hands are running up and down his now bare chest.
This isn’t how it’s supposed to be, he muses, watching the top of her head as she starts to press light kisses all over his chest. No, he’s supposed to be on top of her, watching her squirm as he presses tight against her, as he presses light kisses to that spot on her shoulder that she loves so much.
He groans when she nips a spot on his chest that he likes, and suddenly he’s on his back on the bed, watching her head go lower and lower until it’s above the growing bump in his pants. He stirs and almost begs (begs, she likes when he does that) for her to take them off, but he bites his lip to hold back.
“Ryeowook oppa,” She whispers in that soft voice of hers as her fingers slip his zipper down, the sound drowned out by the pounding of his heart in his ears.
Her mouth is around his cock in an instant, and he’s too busy crying out softly to wonder how she got his pants off so quickly. She’s already moving so quickly that he can’t react, other than the occasional moan and tug at her hair.
It seems like a short time before she pulls away, and she gives him a little striptease, swinging her clothes around with a grin on her face. She knows he likes when she does this, and she uses it to her advantage.
She’s climbing on top of him, that predatory look in her eyes, and it isn’t long before she’s bouncing on top of him, hands braced on her chest to keep her balance. He loves this position - it’s his favorite, really - because he gets to watch every single part of her as he fucks her. The way her head tilts back when she moans, the way her breasts swell and fall with each gasping breath, the way her body fits against his every time she comes back down. Yes, he loves them all.
She’s shivering, her nails digging into his chest as she moves once, twice, three more times before crying out. He watches as her body shakes, her breaths and his name caught in between moans and groans, everything tightening around him before he falls into her the same way.
They always cuddle after sex and his time is no different, his legs mixed with hers as she curls into his shoulder. They don’t say anything, only enjoy the silence together. He knows she has fallen asleep by the way her breaths even out, by the way she stops pressing slow, gentle kisses to his shoulder.
Someday, Ryeowook thinks as he stares down at her sleeping form with a small smile. Someday, he’ll take control of her, and he will relish in her surprised face. Yeah, someday, he tells himself (but he knows it really won’t happen.)