[fanfic] Insomniac - Yewook, Yesung/Yesung
Title: Insomniac
Author: pinksharpii
Pairing: Yewook, Yesung/Yesung
Rating: NC-17
Genre: smut, angst
Summary: Jongwoon really hates Ryeowook’s solo.
A thin layer of sweat formed underneath thick pitch black bangs as Jongwoon stirred in his hotel bed, the dark comforter and blanket becoming too much of a burden on his restless body. Blinding neon green light from the alarm clock on his night stand flooded through half-shut eyes. With enough squinting he made out that it was just after 2 AM. Creepy early morning silence flooded the hotel room and beyond. He involuntarily sat up to rub his eyes and stare into the surrounding blackness and at the fatigued Kyuhyun in the other bed momentarily before throwing his body into the mattress; thoughts and hallucinations filled his head. A stressed hand combed back a tangled mess of hair.
This wasn’t the first time he’d woken up tonight and it clearly wouldn’t be the last unless he did something about it. Hours ago, but it seemed like minutes, his boyfriend, Kim Ryeowook, flaunted his deadly gorgeous body on stage accompanied with this beautiful voice that makes song birds jealous. Jongwoon loved watching his boyfriend dance. Sure he was no Donghae or Hyukjae or Shindong, but he loved the way his body glided across stage and the way he innocently, seductively cocked his hips.
Jongwoon had a love-hate relationship with Ryeowook’s solo. Everyone knows Jongwoon has to force himself to watch Ryeowook shine in his solo no matter how mature and beautiful his performance is. No matter how much Ryeowook persuades him that it’s nothing, just an act, and that his heart belongs to Jongwoon alone, he nearly always avoids watching. But it’s not just watching that kills him on the inside; it’s the screaming of the fangirls that could be heard even in the depths of backstage every time the woman touches his boyfriend that sends rage throughout his body. He’s not even sure the woman has a name, surely she does but Jongwoon couldn’t care less. They talked maybe once, about what, he doesn’t really remember or care to remember. She’s not even that pretty in his opinion, not that he’s interested in girls anyway. Nevertheless, she’s a good dancer and that’s what she’s paid for.
Images of Kim Ryeowook gliding his soft, baby-like hands up the women’s smooth legs and snapping his hips in rhythm with hers and the music stained his mind. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t shake away the thoughts of his boyfriend becoming intimate with another woman on stage.
Jongwoon grabbed his black, thick-rimmed glasses from the night stand, not that they helped much in the blackness. He faltered slightly from standing up too quickly before rushing to his suitcase for a notebook and pen. He’s too organized of a person that he easily found them in the darkness that his eyes barely had time to adjust to. He made his way back to the bed and flipped open to the first page. He wrote by cell phone light in fear of waking the sleeping Kyuhyun but even more fear if he awoke and questioned what he was doing up at this time of night.
T: Is This What Insomnia Feels Like?
A: Kim Jongwoon (ryeokoma13)
P: Yewook
R: NC-17
W: Rape?
A/N: PWP ^^
The words raced onto paper sloppily but still legible in purple ink. Jongwoon was never one to read, let alone write fanfiction. The higher the rating, the more freaked out and less apt to read he became. Maybe because it was two in the morning and all he had were irrational thoughts to throw on paper. Surely it would be the only remembrance he’d have of this moment come morning.
Yesung slammed Ryeowook’s small frame up against the bedroom wall, not bothering to close the door behind them. Skin on the younger boy’s neck turned purple as Yesung gripped flesh between pearly white teeth to mark his property. A hand slid down his pants to grip his hardening cock. He tried pushing away but there was no escaping when Yesung undid his pants to pump him and he released an excited moan.
“I want you babe. I need to be in you Ryeowookie,” he breathed in the magnae’s ear. “You know you want me too.” He flicked his tongue against his ear.
It was then with his sweaty hands and tightening pale blue pajama pants that Jongwoon realized why writing fanfiction was so popular and cursed Leader Teuk for having couple sleep separately to ensure all of his babies got a good night’s sleep. But the words kept coming. And there was no chance he’d be as low to have a date with his right hand. Was there?
”Yesung!! St-“ His naked body was slammed onto the bed. No matter how much he begged his boyfriend to stop, his clearly erect member said otherwise.
An uncontrolled moan escaped Jongwoon’s lips. This fanfiction was getting out of control. But he was too inspired and too horny to stop writing.
Yesung spread the magnae’s legs and wrapped them around his waist, ignoring his protests. He was far too sexy calling out his name even if it was in anger. Yesung didn’t think twice or even once about preparing Ryeowook. His only concern was getting inside his boyfriend and fucking him into the mattress until he begged for more, begged Yesung to slam into his tight hole faster, harder and begged and pleaded to be allowed to come.
Jongwoon could hardly stand it anymore. He debated running into Ryeowook’s room (not that he had the key) and fuck him until he couldn’t walk in the morning. But that would mean waking Zhou Mi and whoever resided in the bordering rooms; surely neither of them could control their volume. And he wasn’t about to get bitched out by Leader Teuk for being horny and possessing no self-control.
Nail marks covered Yesung’s back. But he loved it. He loved knowing Ryeowook couldn’t control his lust and he’d give in eventually. They fucked often enough that Yesung could distinctly differentiate between Ryeowook’s moans of being torn in half and never wanting to stop. Surely he was bleeding on the inside, with the way Yesung thrusted inside his tight body. But there was pure lust in his half-dazed eyes and the bedroom smelled strongly of sex.
The more he wrote, the more inspiration and sex drive came to him. Pictures of pounding a sweaty, needy Ryeowook into the half-comfortable hotel bed and making a mess out of him that neither was responsible to clean up overcame his mind. Even without his cell phone for light, he could feel his pajama pants moist with precum holding back his desperate erection.
Their lips and tongues met occasionally but only briefly due to their fast paced friction. Yesung couldn’t help but notice Ryeowook beautiful body. Dark hair, completely disheveled, lay in fifty different directions. Blue and purple territorial marks contrasted against his milky flesh. Dark chocolate eyes could no longer be seen behind clenched eyelids. Fractions of obscenities and choked back moans freely sounded from his small mouth as he begged “harder, faster.” His small frame was coated in a fine layer of sweat and soon he’d be painted in his own sleek come.
As fast and as much as his thoughts flew on paper, his writing was becoming illegible. Jongwoon collapsed under the blankets and threw his head back into the pillow; lust had gotten the best of him. He didn’t care where his pen and notebook would end. He just cared that his right hand was down his pants stroking himself quickly and desperately. Teeth clenched at his upper lip to suppress his moans. Soon two fingers placed themselves in his wet mouth and were coated with an excessive amount of impromptu lube. Jongwoon didn’t hesitate to shove both fingers up his tight hole and thrust them, needing any more friction he could get. Before he knew it, he came spewing down the front of his pajama pants and legs trying his hardest not to make a noise. He wanted so much to shout Ryeowook’s name form his lungs. But the little self-control he had kept him quiet.
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Jongwoon woke the next morning by high-pitched giggling in his right ear and soft pink lips pressing against his cheek. It couldn’t have been very late; or maybe it was just really cloudy. A small amount of dim light entered Jongwoon’s eyes when they uneagerly peered open. All he wished to do was go back to sleep for three or four more hours. But that was before his eyes shot open and quickly ripped his hand out of his pants upon seeing a half-naked Ryeowook straddling his body, wearing a mischievous look upon his face. From the corner of his eye, Jongwoon noticed Kyuhyun’s bed across the room was miraculously empty.
“Are you mad at me Jongwoon?” Ryeowook traced his soft hands down Jongwoon’s chest.
“Ryeo-” Sometimes Jongwoon wonders what goes on in his head. His solo isn’t enough to be mad at him. He could never be mad at that face, that cute, usually innocent face.
“I took the liberty of submitting your fic to miracle______ for you while you were asleep.” Ryeowook pinned down Jongwoon’s arms, knowing he’d want to fight back and complain about going through his personal belongings. But Jongwoon was stronger and soon he had his boyfriend pinned tightly to the mattress. “Angry sex gets you nowhere, Woonie,” Ryeowook giggled, knowing and enjoying exactly where this was going, “except a lot of excited keyboard smashes from fangirls.” Jongwoon stared blankly at his boyfriend. The past minute’s events just hit him. Ryeowook and a handful of teenage girls have already read his fanfiction (and enjoyed it?). And Ryeowook was clearly in control right now. Nothing made that clearer than when Jongwoon noticed him mouth, “fuck me.”
A/N: First fic in a while. Honestly, ever since I had my wisdom teeth pulled a half a month ago my inspiration went downhill. I hope this is okay. For the few of you that are waiting for the sequel to This Is How the Beat Drops, it's coming. Don't worry. It's started but right now is crunch time for everything. Life is so hectic. But don't worry.
Keep in mind that not all of Jongwoon's fiction is 'written' in this fic. Just parts :)
Anyone else besides me really have an obsession with the name Jongwoon? I think it's so pretty. That and Jonghyun. Maybe I'm just strange.
I've typed this up quickly so if there's any grammar mistakes, can you let me now? please (:
Author: pinksharpii
Pairing: Yewook, Yesung/Yesung
Rating: NC-17
Genre: smut, angst
Summary: Jongwoon really hates Ryeowook’s solo.
A thin layer of sweat formed underneath thick pitch black bangs as Jongwoon stirred in his hotel bed, the dark comforter and blanket becoming too much of a burden on his restless body. Blinding neon green light from the alarm clock on his night stand flooded through half-shut eyes. With enough squinting he made out that it was just after 2 AM. Creepy early morning silence flooded the hotel room and beyond. He involuntarily sat up to rub his eyes and stare into the surrounding blackness and at the fatigued Kyuhyun in the other bed momentarily before throwing his body into the mattress; thoughts and hallucinations filled his head. A stressed hand combed back a tangled mess of hair.
This wasn’t the first time he’d woken up tonight and it clearly wouldn’t be the last unless he did something about it. Hours ago, but it seemed like minutes, his boyfriend, Kim Ryeowook, flaunted his deadly gorgeous body on stage accompanied with this beautiful voice that makes song birds jealous. Jongwoon loved watching his boyfriend dance. Sure he was no Donghae or Hyukjae or Shindong, but he loved the way his body glided across stage and the way he innocently, seductively cocked his hips.
Jongwoon had a love-hate relationship with Ryeowook’s solo. Everyone knows Jongwoon has to force himself to watch Ryeowook shine in his solo no matter how mature and beautiful his performance is. No matter how much Ryeowook persuades him that it’s nothing, just an act, and that his heart belongs to Jongwoon alone, he nearly always avoids watching. But it’s not just watching that kills him on the inside; it’s the screaming of the fangirls that could be heard even in the depths of backstage every time the woman touches his boyfriend that sends rage throughout his body. He’s not even sure the woman has a name, surely she does but Jongwoon couldn’t care less. They talked maybe once, about what, he doesn’t really remember or care to remember. She’s not even that pretty in his opinion, not that he’s interested in girls anyway. Nevertheless, she’s a good dancer and that’s what she’s paid for.
Images of Kim Ryeowook gliding his soft, baby-like hands up the women’s smooth legs and snapping his hips in rhythm with hers and the music stained his mind. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t shake away the thoughts of his boyfriend becoming intimate with another woman on stage.
Jongwoon grabbed his black, thick-rimmed glasses from the night stand, not that they helped much in the blackness. He faltered slightly from standing up too quickly before rushing to his suitcase for a notebook and pen. He’s too organized of a person that he easily found them in the darkness that his eyes barely had time to adjust to. He made his way back to the bed and flipped open to the first page. He wrote by cell phone light in fear of waking the sleeping Kyuhyun but even more fear if he awoke and questioned what he was doing up at this time of night.
T: Is This What Insomnia Feels Like?
A: Kim Jongwoon (ryeokoma13)
P: Yewook
R: NC-17
W: Rape?
A/N: PWP ^^
The words raced onto paper sloppily but still legible in purple ink. Jongwoon was never one to read, let alone write fanfiction. The higher the rating, the more freaked out and less apt to read he became. Maybe because it was two in the morning and all he had were irrational thoughts to throw on paper. Surely it would be the only remembrance he’d have of this moment come morning.
Yesung slammed Ryeowook’s small frame up against the bedroom wall, not bothering to close the door behind them. Skin on the younger boy’s neck turned purple as Yesung gripped flesh between pearly white teeth to mark his property. A hand slid down his pants to grip his hardening cock. He tried pushing away but there was no escaping when Yesung undid his pants to pump him and he released an excited moan.
“I want you babe. I need to be in you Ryeowookie,” he breathed in the magnae’s ear. “You know you want me too.” He flicked his tongue against his ear.
It was then with his sweaty hands and tightening pale blue pajama pants that Jongwoon realized why writing fanfiction was so popular and cursed Leader Teuk for having couple sleep separately to ensure all of his babies got a good night’s sleep. But the words kept coming. And there was no chance he’d be as low to have a date with his right hand. Was there?
”Yesung!! St-“ His naked body was slammed onto the bed. No matter how much he begged his boyfriend to stop, his clearly erect member said otherwise.
An uncontrolled moan escaped Jongwoon’s lips. This fanfiction was getting out of control. But he was too inspired and too horny to stop writing.
Yesung spread the magnae’s legs and wrapped them around his waist, ignoring his protests. He was far too sexy calling out his name even if it was in anger. Yesung didn’t think twice or even once about preparing Ryeowook. His only concern was getting inside his boyfriend and fucking him into the mattress until he begged for more, begged Yesung to slam into his tight hole faster, harder and begged and pleaded to be allowed to come.
Jongwoon could hardly stand it anymore. He debated running into Ryeowook’s room (not that he had the key) and fuck him until he couldn’t walk in the morning. But that would mean waking Zhou Mi and whoever resided in the bordering rooms; surely neither of them could control their volume. And he wasn’t about to get bitched out by Leader Teuk for being horny and possessing no self-control.
Nail marks covered Yesung’s back. But he loved it. He loved knowing Ryeowook couldn’t control his lust and he’d give in eventually. They fucked often enough that Yesung could distinctly differentiate between Ryeowook’s moans of being torn in half and never wanting to stop. Surely he was bleeding on the inside, with the way Yesung thrusted inside his tight body. But there was pure lust in his half-dazed eyes and the bedroom smelled strongly of sex.
The more he wrote, the more inspiration and sex drive came to him. Pictures of pounding a sweaty, needy Ryeowook into the half-comfortable hotel bed and making a mess out of him that neither was responsible to clean up overcame his mind. Even without his cell phone for light, he could feel his pajama pants moist with precum holding back his desperate erection.
Their lips and tongues met occasionally but only briefly due to their fast paced friction. Yesung couldn’t help but notice Ryeowook beautiful body. Dark hair, completely disheveled, lay in fifty different directions. Blue and purple territorial marks contrasted against his milky flesh. Dark chocolate eyes could no longer be seen behind clenched eyelids. Fractions of obscenities and choked back moans freely sounded from his small mouth as he begged “harder, faster.” His small frame was coated in a fine layer of sweat and soon he’d be painted in his own sleek come.
As fast and as much as his thoughts flew on paper, his writing was becoming illegible. Jongwoon collapsed under the blankets and threw his head back into the pillow; lust had gotten the best of him. He didn’t care where his pen and notebook would end. He just cared that his right hand was down his pants stroking himself quickly and desperately. Teeth clenched at his upper lip to suppress his moans. Soon two fingers placed themselves in his wet mouth and were coated with an excessive amount of impromptu lube. Jongwoon didn’t hesitate to shove both fingers up his tight hole and thrust them, needing any more friction he could get. Before he knew it, he came spewing down the front of his pajama pants and legs trying his hardest not to make a noise. He wanted so much to shout Ryeowook’s name form his lungs. But the little self-control he had kept him quiet.
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Jongwoon woke the next morning by high-pitched giggling in his right ear and soft pink lips pressing against his cheek. It couldn’t have been very late; or maybe it was just really cloudy. A small amount of dim light entered Jongwoon’s eyes when they uneagerly peered open. All he wished to do was go back to sleep for three or four more hours. But that was before his eyes shot open and quickly ripped his hand out of his pants upon seeing a half-naked Ryeowook straddling his body, wearing a mischievous look upon his face. From the corner of his eye, Jongwoon noticed Kyuhyun’s bed across the room was miraculously empty.
“Are you mad at me Jongwoon?” Ryeowook traced his soft hands down Jongwoon’s chest.
“Ryeo-” Sometimes Jongwoon wonders what goes on in his head. His solo isn’t enough to be mad at him. He could never be mad at that face, that cute, usually innocent face.
“I took the liberty of submitting your fic to miracle______ for you while you were asleep.” Ryeowook pinned down Jongwoon’s arms, knowing he’d want to fight back and complain about going through his personal belongings. But Jongwoon was stronger and soon he had his boyfriend pinned tightly to the mattress. “Angry sex gets you nowhere, Woonie,” Ryeowook giggled, knowing and enjoying exactly where this was going, “except a lot of excited keyboard smashes from fangirls.” Jongwoon stared blankly at his boyfriend. The past minute’s events just hit him. Ryeowook and a handful of teenage girls have already read his fanfiction (and enjoyed it?). And Ryeowook was clearly in control right now. Nothing made that clearer than when Jongwoon noticed him mouth, “fuck me.”
A/N: First fic in a while. Honestly, ever since I had my wisdom teeth pulled a half a month ago my inspiration went downhill. I hope this is okay. For the few of you that are waiting for the sequel to This Is How the Beat Drops, it's coming. Don't worry. It's started but right now is crunch time for everything. Life is so hectic. But don't worry.
Keep in mind that not all of Jongwoon's fiction is 'written' in this fic. Just parts :)
Anyone else besides me really have an obsession with the name Jongwoon? I think it's so pretty. That and Jonghyun. Maybe I'm just strange.
I've typed this up quickly so if there's any grammar mistakes, can you let me now? please (: