Irresistible
Title: Irresistible
Pairing: Yesung/Ryeowook
Author: thundersquall
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1,252
Summary: Yesung visits Ryeowook on set while he's shooting the Super Girl MV and finds him pretty much irresistible in his outfit. Absolutely nothing but PWP.
Written for sandboxskyline , because she wanted YeWook making out on the set and in Ryeowook's MV outfit. Sorry it wasn't the suit though, bb!
Special thanks to
chibi_roses for listening to me whine!
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Ryeowook couldn't think properly; it suddenly seemed too warm in the small studio bathroom even though his leather jacket was already off and flung over the sink, the air seeming much thicker than usual and making it difficult for him to breathe. Yesung's fingers were slipping under the hem of his singlet, pushing the fabric up, fingertips dancing lightly over his skin but fiery hot wherever they touched.
"Why did they put you in this?" Yesung murmured against his shoulder, teeth worrying at the singlet strap and grazing just lightly across his skin. "This whole outfit screams sex."
"I - I don't know," Ryeowook gasped. Yesung's hands slid upwards to his chest, pulling at the singlet as he went, and he just had enough presence of mind to say, "Don't pull it, the stylists will - " when Yesung rolled his hips against his and he forgot what was supposed to come next, especially with Yesung's palms rubbing roughly over his nipples.
"Mmmm? What were you going to say, Ryeowook-ah?" Yesung asked, but all Ryeowook could think of right now were Yesung's fingers pinching at him and Yesung's mouth on his collarbone and Yesung grinding into him right between his legs.
"I - oh god, hyung," he said, choking a little on his words. "Just - hyung - "
"Just what?" Yesung said, catching at the strap of the singlet with his teeth and pulling it downwards, right off his shoulder, exposing pale skin that he ever so slowly licked his way across, causing tremors to run through Ryeowook; he hooked one leg around Yesung, pushing himself frantically against him, desperate for more friction. Yesung's hands dropped to his jeans, unsnapping the button and undoing the zipper, but going all too slow for Ryeowook's liking.
"Fuck," Ryeowook was barely coherent, putting his own hands over Yesung's and pushing, forcing Yesung to pull his jeans down quickly. He hardly even cared about Yesung's low chuckle. "Touch me, touch me," was all he could manage to say, as Yesung sucked at the curve of his neck.
"Always so impatient," Yesung murmured, but he ran his hand across the front of Ryeowook's briefs teasingly and Ryeowook groaned, trying to arch himself into his touch. "You're in briefs today?" He hooked his thumbs into the waistband, pulling it away from Ryeowook's hips slightly - Ryeowook whined softly, aching for Yesung to touch him, skin on skin - but Yesung let go and the elastic snapped back against Ryeowook's skin, making him jerk.
"I - just, dancing, in these jeans, I have to - " Ryeowook choked off as Yesung suddenly stepped away from him, leaving him weak-kneed against the wall and allowing cool air to wash over his skin, in stark contrast to the heat that Yesung had been leaving all over him. "God, just stop teasing - " Yesung was looking at him, looking at how he was with his singlet pulled off one shoulder and his clinging black briefs doing nothing to hide the arousal straining at it, his jeans pooling around his ankles and effectively preventing him from walking to Yesung, and Ryeowook shivered at the desire shading Yesung's eyes.
He couldn't wait anymore, he needed Yesung back on him now or he'd burst. He shifted slightly, cupping a hand over the front of his briefs and stroking himself through the material, stifling a gasp. It was good, but it wouldn't be as good as Yesung, and if this didn't make Yesung come to him, nothing would.
"Touch me, hyung, please," he bit out. "Hyung, stop teasing, I need you - "
Yesung was on him in a flash, pressing him into the wall, pulling his hand away forcefully before dipping his own hand into Ryeowook's briefs, hot fingers curling around his cock (finally, finally) as Ryeowook's knees buckled and he fell against Yesung's chest. "I didn't say you could touch yourself, Ryeowook-ah."
"Then do it for me," Ryeowook managed, as Yesung began stroking him, his grip tight and firm and oh, so good that Ryeowook could hardly even think as he tilted his head up blindly for a kiss, clinging on to Yesung's arms for support.
"Look at you," Yesung whispered into his mouth. "Look at you, Ryeowook, so needy, so desperate. You're always wanting me to fuck you, to touch you, to suck you off." His voice drilled like a hammer into Ryeowook's mind, but it only served to heighten his lust. Yesung talking dirty to him in that husky, sex-drenched voice always made him harder, made him want even more, made him need Yesung on him, inside him, all over him.
"Oh, hyung," he moaned, as Yesung's lips travelled over his chin and jaw, nipping along his jawline. "Fuck, faster, please - "
"You're always so hot for me," Yesung said huskily, pumping him expertly, his thumb rubbing over the head and spreading precome slickly over him. "You just let me do whatever I want to you, anytime, anywhere. Even now, when you're supposed to be in the middle of shooting. What would the fans say if they knew you were such a little slut for me, Ryeowook-ah?"
Yesung's voice was reverberating in his body and making his blood run hot in his veins as he panted and thrust up into Yesung's hand, matching his strokes. "I - I'm not - "
"You are," Yesung said smoothly. "Unless you want me to stop?"
"No!" Ryeowook cried out. "No, hyung, fuck - don't stop - more, I want more - "
"See what I mean?" Yesung said lowly, his mouth pressed against Ryeowook's soft throat, sucking lightly in between his words, just enough for Ryeowook to feel it but not enough to raise marks. "See how much you want me? And people think you're innocent. If only they could see you now."
Ryeowook bit down on his lower lip, his fingers sinking deeper into the taut muscles of Yesung's arms as he felt himself edging closer to his peak. Yesung's hand and mouth on him and his rough voice echoing in his ears were all too much, too many sensations for him all at once.
"Jongwoon, you're so fucking good," he said incoherently, not even certain of the words spilling out of his mouth. "More, Jongwoon, faster please, you're going to make me come, I'm going to come for you, all for you - "
"You really are such a whore for me, Ryeowook," Yesung whispered hotly. "But I love you like this."
He tugged once, twice, and dragged his palm roughly, painfully, across the sensitive head of Ryeowook's cock; the slight pain pushed him over and he exploded with a cry, his cock throbbing in Yesung's hand as he came in burst after burst into his briefs and Yesung breathed, "Fuck, Ryeowook, you're so gorgeous." Ryeowook hardly heard it - his head was spinning, his small body shaking as waves of pleasure rocked him, and all he could do was collapse against Yesung's chest, panting heavily as Yesung continued pumping him, easing him through the aftershocks.
When Ryeowook finally stopped shuddering he pushed himself off Yesung, leaning against the cool tiles of the bathroom wall and watching dazedly as Yesung took his hand out of his briefs and licked at his palm and fingers. He never took his eyes off Ryeowook as he undid his own belt and jeans, pulling them down in one fluid motion.
"My turn now," he said hoarsely, and Ryeowook smiled at him, his eyes wide and glassy with pleasure and lust, and dropped to his knees.
Pairing: Yesung/Ryeowook
Author: thundersquall
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1,252
Summary: Yesung visits Ryeowook on set while he's shooting the Super Girl MV and finds him pretty much irresistible in his outfit. Absolutely nothing but PWP.
Written for sandboxskyline , because she wanted YeWook making out on the set and in Ryeowook's MV outfit. Sorry it wasn't the suit though, bb!
Special thanks to
chibi_roses for listening to me whine!
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Ryeowook couldn't think properly; it suddenly seemed too warm in the small studio bathroom even though his leather jacket was already off and flung over the sink, the air seeming much thicker than usual and making it difficult for him to breathe. Yesung's fingers were slipping under the hem of his singlet, pushing the fabric up, fingertips dancing lightly over his skin but fiery hot wherever they touched.
"Why did they put you in this?" Yesung murmured against his shoulder, teeth worrying at the singlet strap and grazing just lightly across his skin. "This whole outfit screams sex."
"I - I don't know," Ryeowook gasped. Yesung's hands slid upwards to his chest, pulling at the singlet as he went, and he just had enough presence of mind to say, "Don't pull it, the stylists will - " when Yesung rolled his hips against his and he forgot what was supposed to come next, especially with Yesung's palms rubbing roughly over his nipples.
"Mmmm? What were you going to say, Ryeowook-ah?" Yesung asked, but all Ryeowook could think of right now were Yesung's fingers pinching at him and Yesung's mouth on his collarbone and Yesung grinding into him right between his legs.
"I - oh god, hyung," he said, choking a little on his words. "Just - hyung - "
"Just what?" Yesung said, catching at the strap of the singlet with his teeth and pulling it downwards, right off his shoulder, exposing pale skin that he ever so slowly licked his way across, causing tremors to run through Ryeowook; he hooked one leg around Yesung, pushing himself frantically against him, desperate for more friction. Yesung's hands dropped to his jeans, unsnapping the button and undoing the zipper, but going all too slow for Ryeowook's liking.
"Fuck," Ryeowook was barely coherent, putting his own hands over Yesung's and pushing, forcing Yesung to pull his jeans down quickly. He hardly even cared about Yesung's low chuckle. "Touch me, touch me," was all he could manage to say, as Yesung sucked at the curve of his neck.
"Always so impatient," Yesung murmured, but he ran his hand across the front of Ryeowook's briefs teasingly and Ryeowook groaned, trying to arch himself into his touch. "You're in briefs today?" He hooked his thumbs into the waistband, pulling it away from Ryeowook's hips slightly - Ryeowook whined softly, aching for Yesung to touch him, skin on skin - but Yesung let go and the elastic snapped back against Ryeowook's skin, making him jerk.
"I - just, dancing, in these jeans, I have to - " Ryeowook choked off as Yesung suddenly stepped away from him, leaving him weak-kneed against the wall and allowing cool air to wash over his skin, in stark contrast to the heat that Yesung had been leaving all over him. "God, just stop teasing - " Yesung was looking at him, looking at how he was with his singlet pulled off one shoulder and his clinging black briefs doing nothing to hide the arousal straining at it, his jeans pooling around his ankles and effectively preventing him from walking to Yesung, and Ryeowook shivered at the desire shading Yesung's eyes.
He couldn't wait anymore, he needed Yesung back on him now or he'd burst. He shifted slightly, cupping a hand over the front of his briefs and stroking himself through the material, stifling a gasp. It was good, but it wouldn't be as good as Yesung, and if this didn't make Yesung come to him, nothing would.
"Touch me, hyung, please," he bit out. "Hyung, stop teasing, I need you - "
Yesung was on him in a flash, pressing him into the wall, pulling his hand away forcefully before dipping his own hand into Ryeowook's briefs, hot fingers curling around his cock (finally, finally) as Ryeowook's knees buckled and he fell against Yesung's chest. "I didn't say you could touch yourself, Ryeowook-ah."
"Then do it for me," Ryeowook managed, as Yesung began stroking him, his grip tight and firm and oh, so good that Ryeowook could hardly even think as he tilted his head up blindly for a kiss, clinging on to Yesung's arms for support.
"Look at you," Yesung whispered into his mouth. "Look at you, Ryeowook, so needy, so desperate. You're always wanting me to fuck you, to touch you, to suck you off." His voice drilled like a hammer into Ryeowook's mind, but it only served to heighten his lust. Yesung talking dirty to him in that husky, sex-drenched voice always made him harder, made him want even more, made him need Yesung on him, inside him, all over him.
"Oh, hyung," he moaned, as Yesung's lips travelled over his chin and jaw, nipping along his jawline. "Fuck, faster, please - "
"You're always so hot for me," Yesung said huskily, pumping him expertly, his thumb rubbing over the head and spreading precome slickly over him. "You just let me do whatever I want to you, anytime, anywhere. Even now, when you're supposed to be in the middle of shooting. What would the fans say if they knew you were such a little slut for me, Ryeowook-ah?"
Yesung's voice was reverberating in his body and making his blood run hot in his veins as he panted and thrust up into Yesung's hand, matching his strokes. "I - I'm not - "
"You are," Yesung said smoothly. "Unless you want me to stop?"
"No!" Ryeowook cried out. "No, hyung, fuck - don't stop - more, I want more - "
"See what I mean?" Yesung said lowly, his mouth pressed against Ryeowook's soft throat, sucking lightly in between his words, just enough for Ryeowook to feel it but not enough to raise marks. "See how much you want me? And people think you're innocent. If only they could see you now."
Ryeowook bit down on his lower lip, his fingers sinking deeper into the taut muscles of Yesung's arms as he felt himself edging closer to his peak. Yesung's hand and mouth on him and his rough voice echoing in his ears were all too much, too many sensations for him all at once.
"Jongwoon, you're so fucking good," he said incoherently, not even certain of the words spilling out of his mouth. "More, Jongwoon, faster please, you're going to make me come, I'm going to come for you, all for you - "
"You really are such a whore for me, Ryeowook," Yesung whispered hotly. "But I love you like this."
He tugged once, twice, and dragged his palm roughly, painfully, across the sensitive head of Ryeowook's cock; the slight pain pushed him over and he exploded with a cry, his cock throbbing in Yesung's hand as he came in burst after burst into his briefs and Yesung breathed, "Fuck, Ryeowook, you're so gorgeous." Ryeowook hardly heard it - his head was spinning, his small body shaking as waves of pleasure rocked him, and all he could do was collapse against Yesung's chest, panting heavily as Yesung continued pumping him, easing him through the aftershocks.
When Ryeowook finally stopped shuddering he pushed himself off Yesung, leaning against the cool tiles of the bathroom wall and watching dazedly as Yesung took his hand out of his briefs and licked at his palm and fingers. He never took his eyes off Ryeowook as he undid his own belt and jeans, pulling them down in one fluid motion.
"My turn now," he said hoarsely, and Ryeowook smiled at him, his eyes wide and glassy with pleasure and lust, and dropped to his knees.