Clothes Off - [One-shot]
Title: Clothes Off!
Word Count: 1,111
Pairing: YeWook
Rating: R
Summary: Things happen when certain fashion choices are made.
Disclaimer: Title taken from "Clothes Off!" by Gym Class Heroes and Patrick Stump
His fingers tread lightly on Jongwoon’s skin as he slowly lifts the other’s shirt.
His hand slips into the front of Jongwoon’s jeans (it’s a tight squeeze considering just how confining every pair of denim pants Jongwoon owns, are). He reaches in for Jongwoon’s cock, stroking it as best he can while whispering into the older man’s ear.
“I want you so bad,” he moans, his tongue swollen from the previous makeout session the two had.
He persists, because he can’t stop himself. He wants Jongwoon more than anything at that moment (his hand is working to get those damn jeans off of Jongwoon) and he wants him to know it.
Jongwoon grabs his hand, pushes it away without a word.
“Ryeowook, stop,” he says.
Ryeowook looks at him, half-confused, half-annoyed. Why is he stopping Ryeowook from going further?
“Let me,” he continues, grabbing his belt and undoing it quickly. He slides his own jeans down his thighs, his cock peeking out from the waistband of his boxer shorts. Ryeowook grabs at it and thumbs the tip, feeling flushed just from the sight of it.
He’s trying to get Jongwoon as just as hot as he is at that moment. He presses his lips to Jongwoon’s ears and whispers.
“Fuck me, Jongwoon, I want your cock inside of me,” no holds barred as his hand moves further down as he strokes Jongwoon’s cock. He pulls at the boxers (cursing at them as he does so) until they come down Jongwoon’s thighs.
Jongwoon kicks them off, along with the jeans around his calves until they fall over the side of the bed. Ryeowook stares down at his waist and pumps Jongwoon some more, moaning into his ears, feeling himself get harder by the second.
Jongwoon responds to his whispers with, “Are you going to take off your clothes or should I do it for you?”
Pretty soon, Ryeowook’s on his back, legs in the air as Jongwoon pulls his own jeans off along with his underwear. He starts to undo his shirt buttons, opting instead to move himself closer to Ryeowook’s chest. His mouth moves closer to the buttons and Ryeowook is stunned when Jongwoon begins biting at the first button until it becomes loose. Without swallowing it, he spits it out, off to the side and continues with the remaining four or five buttons on Ryeowook’s shirt.
Ryeowook moans again. He can’t seem to make any other sound (because god, Jongwoon’s teeth are biting his buttons).
When he’s fully disrobed, Jongwoon looks at him, panting slightly before kissing him deeply, one hand on Ryeowook’s face, the other running through his hair. Ryeowook swears he’s never had a kiss that good. He’s hard and Jongwoon’s tongue is making him wish the older man would just fuck him already.
He’s getting anxious, his breathing is growing labored, and he’s starting to sweat. That’s when Jongwoon makes his move, grabbing at Ryeowook’s legs and pushing them forward.
Ryeowook closes his eyes but when he opens them, he sees Jongwoon with a bottle of lube in hand, getting ready to pour it. Ryeowook’s legs are now pressed against his chest, down on him, making it hard to breathe. His ass is sticking out, in full of view and he can see Jongwoon eyeing him.
The older man then pours the lube onto Ryeowook, the sticky substance running down his thighs and down his balls, reaching his ass. Ryeowook trembles and a quivering moan comes out of him. He bites down onto his lower lip as Jongwoon sticks his middle finger into him, feeling around, stretching him. It doesn’t feel painful, but Ryeowook knows that this is just the beginning.
A second finger makes its way in and Ryeowook’s shutting his eyes tight, hoping that the pain won’t start surging through him. Jongwoon’s such a tease, he thinks, as the third finger slowly pushes into him. Jongwoon starts stretching him even more and Ryeowook swears he’s going to lose when the other begins moving the fingers in and out, pushing them in deeper and deeper. As good as it feels, Ryeowook thinks, it’s simply not enough.
He begins to shout, “Your-your cock,” but he’s starting to choke as he begins to salivate when Jongwoon’s fingers graze his prostate.
“Fuck, Jongwoon,” he groans.
Jongwoon laughs, mockingly, as if he knows Ryeowook isn’t satisfied with just being finger-fucked. So he takes his fingers out, holding them up like he’s amazed that Ryeowook could manage three fingers inside of him. Ryeowook wants to give him a dirty look but his head feels heavy and he’s trying to catch his breath, even if just for a second.
He can feel Jongwoon’s hands on his ass, rubbing it up and down, one hand on each cheek. He sighs, contentedly as Jongwoon puts his hands on his thighs.
He raises Ryeowook up, a bit off the bed, leaving the younger to put one leg on each of his shoulders, his ankles barely touching Jongwoon’s ears. He whimpers softly as Jongwoon begins to enter him. Jongwoon kisses his leg as if to say that everything will be fine and he’ll try to be gentle.
But his actions contrast with that sentiment.
“Fuck Jongwoon, not so rough,” he shouts as Jongwoon grabs his legs, and thrusts into him, mercilessly. With each movement, he gets in deeper and Ryeowook’s feeling it (boy, is he feeling it). It’s starting to hurt but that’s when he knows it’s good and that’s how he knows Jongwoon is into it.
A string of curse words mixed with moans mixed with the repeated praising of Jongwoon’s prowess fill the room. Ryeowook is sure he’s going to come when he feels Jongwoon’s tongue on his thigh. His eyes roll to the back of his head when Jongwoon’s cock (his hard, hot, throbbing cock) pushes against his prostate.
“Shit,” he says when he comes, and his cum sticks to his stomach as Jongwoon pushes him forward, practically bending him half. He’s pulled out, by now and is pumping himself, still holding Ryeowook in place.
He comes as well, only to comment on how he had forgotten just how flexible Ryeowook is. Ryeowook wants to smack him for being so brash but then he remembers just how badly he’d wanted Jongwoon to fuck him.
And he was satisfied; beyond satisfied with what Jongwoon had given him.
He looks at Jongwoon as the other wipes his forehead and begins to clean himself up. He marvels at the other’s body and is amazed at the fact that this whole thing started because Jongwoon decided to wear white jeans instead of regular blue ones.
THE END
A/N: So after thinking that I'd probably never write YeWook again (personal choice, don't ask) I started to get the urge to write it. It's been a few weeks and I have yet to complete a full YeWook fic but then this came out! It's not very good but at least I can get that stupid monkey off my back. And if I said I'd never write YeWook again, I'd be lying since in lead to this, I managed to start SEVERAL other fics that I cannot let go unfinished.
tl;dr I'm still writing YeWook again and that probably won't ever change.
Word Count: 1,111
Pairing: YeWook
Rating: R
Summary: Things happen when certain fashion choices are made.
Disclaimer: Title taken from "Clothes Off!" by Gym Class Heroes and Patrick Stump
His fingers tread lightly on Jongwoon’s skin as he slowly lifts the other’s shirt.
His hand slips into the front of Jongwoon’s jeans (it’s a tight squeeze considering just how confining every pair of denim pants Jongwoon owns, are). He reaches in for Jongwoon’s cock, stroking it as best he can while whispering into the older man’s ear.
“I want you so bad,” he moans, his tongue swollen from the previous makeout session the two had.
He persists, because he can’t stop himself. He wants Jongwoon more than anything at that moment (his hand is working to get those damn jeans off of Jongwoon) and he wants him to know it.
Jongwoon grabs his hand, pushes it away without a word.
“Ryeowook, stop,” he says.
Ryeowook looks at him, half-confused, half-annoyed. Why is he stopping Ryeowook from going further?
“Let me,” he continues, grabbing his belt and undoing it quickly. He slides his own jeans down his thighs, his cock peeking out from the waistband of his boxer shorts. Ryeowook grabs at it and thumbs the tip, feeling flushed just from the sight of it.
He’s trying to get Jongwoon as just as hot as he is at that moment. He presses his lips to Jongwoon’s ears and whispers.
“Fuck me, Jongwoon, I want your cock inside of me,” no holds barred as his hand moves further down as he strokes Jongwoon’s cock. He pulls at the boxers (cursing at them as he does so) until they come down Jongwoon’s thighs.
Jongwoon kicks them off, along with the jeans around his calves until they fall over the side of the bed. Ryeowook stares down at his waist and pumps Jongwoon some more, moaning into his ears, feeling himself get harder by the second.
Jongwoon responds to his whispers with, “Are you going to take off your clothes or should I do it for you?”
Pretty soon, Ryeowook’s on his back, legs in the air as Jongwoon pulls his own jeans off along with his underwear. He starts to undo his shirt buttons, opting instead to move himself closer to Ryeowook’s chest. His mouth moves closer to the buttons and Ryeowook is stunned when Jongwoon begins biting at the first button until it becomes loose. Without swallowing it, he spits it out, off to the side and continues with the remaining four or five buttons on Ryeowook’s shirt.
Ryeowook moans again. He can’t seem to make any other sound (because god, Jongwoon’s teeth are biting his buttons).
When he’s fully disrobed, Jongwoon looks at him, panting slightly before kissing him deeply, one hand on Ryeowook’s face, the other running through his hair. Ryeowook swears he’s never had a kiss that good. He’s hard and Jongwoon’s tongue is making him wish the older man would just fuck him already.
He’s getting anxious, his breathing is growing labored, and he’s starting to sweat. That’s when Jongwoon makes his move, grabbing at Ryeowook’s legs and pushing them forward.
Ryeowook closes his eyes but when he opens them, he sees Jongwoon with a bottle of lube in hand, getting ready to pour it. Ryeowook’s legs are now pressed against his chest, down on him, making it hard to breathe. His ass is sticking out, in full of view and he can see Jongwoon eyeing him.
The older man then pours the lube onto Ryeowook, the sticky substance running down his thighs and down his balls, reaching his ass. Ryeowook trembles and a quivering moan comes out of him. He bites down onto his lower lip as Jongwoon sticks his middle finger into him, feeling around, stretching him. It doesn’t feel painful, but Ryeowook knows that this is just the beginning.
A second finger makes its way in and Ryeowook’s shutting his eyes tight, hoping that the pain won’t start surging through him. Jongwoon’s such a tease, he thinks, as the third finger slowly pushes into him. Jongwoon starts stretching him even more and Ryeowook swears he’s going to lose when the other begins moving the fingers in and out, pushing them in deeper and deeper. As good as it feels, Ryeowook thinks, it’s simply not enough.
He begins to shout, “Your-your cock,” but he’s starting to choke as he begins to salivate when Jongwoon’s fingers graze his prostate.
“Fuck, Jongwoon,” he groans.
Jongwoon laughs, mockingly, as if he knows Ryeowook isn’t satisfied with just being finger-fucked. So he takes his fingers out, holding them up like he’s amazed that Ryeowook could manage three fingers inside of him. Ryeowook wants to give him a dirty look but his head feels heavy and he’s trying to catch his breath, even if just for a second.
He can feel Jongwoon’s hands on his ass, rubbing it up and down, one hand on each cheek. He sighs, contentedly as Jongwoon puts his hands on his thighs.
He raises Ryeowook up, a bit off the bed, leaving the younger to put one leg on each of his shoulders, his ankles barely touching Jongwoon’s ears. He whimpers softly as Jongwoon begins to enter him. Jongwoon kisses his leg as if to say that everything will be fine and he’ll try to be gentle.
But his actions contrast with that sentiment.
“Fuck Jongwoon, not so rough,” he shouts as Jongwoon grabs his legs, and thrusts into him, mercilessly. With each movement, he gets in deeper and Ryeowook’s feeling it (boy, is he feeling it). It’s starting to hurt but that’s when he knows it’s good and that’s how he knows Jongwoon is into it.
A string of curse words mixed with moans mixed with the repeated praising of Jongwoon’s prowess fill the room. Ryeowook is sure he’s going to come when he feels Jongwoon’s tongue on his thigh. His eyes roll to the back of his head when Jongwoon’s cock (his hard, hot, throbbing cock) pushes against his prostate.
“Shit,” he says when he comes, and his cum sticks to his stomach as Jongwoon pushes him forward, practically bending him half. He’s pulled out, by now and is pumping himself, still holding Ryeowook in place.
He comes as well, only to comment on how he had forgotten just how flexible Ryeowook is. Ryeowook wants to smack him for being so brash but then he remembers just how badly he’d wanted Jongwoon to fuck him.
And he was satisfied; beyond satisfied with what Jongwoon had given him.
He looks at Jongwoon as the other wipes his forehead and begins to clean himself up. He marvels at the other’s body and is amazed at the fact that this whole thing started because Jongwoon decided to wear white jeans instead of regular blue ones.
THE END
A/N: So after thinking that I'd probably never write YeWook again (personal choice, don't ask) I started to get the urge to write it. It's been a few weeks and I have yet to complete a full YeWook fic but then this came out! It's not very good but at least I can get that stupid monkey off my back. And if I said I'd never write YeWook again, I'd be lying since in lead to this, I managed to start SEVERAL other fics that I cannot let go unfinished.
tl;dr I'm still writing YeWook again and that probably won't ever change.