you're lying, but i'm falling (i always do)
Title: you're lying, but i'm falling (i always do)
Pairing: Kibum/Ryeowook (broken), Yesung/Ryeowook
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2,009
Summary: Ryeowook mindfucks Yesung by playing both him and Kibum. Despite the pairings stated, this is purely YeWook PWP, with broken!KiWook as the background.
A/N: Written rather long ago, but I never posted this, and was persuaded to by loveisonthemenu , because she complained of being deprived of YeWook porn. So this is dedicated to her and to
chibi_roses (happy birthday!). Special thank-you shoutouts to rasinah , hyungdeul , hotarumyst , and ficcy too, because these lovelies write me so much YeWook.
Also, KiWook is apparently the only other Ryeowook pairing I can handle, besides YeWook. But that's only because Kibum makes everything hot as hell.
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Yesung was confused. Confused, and angry, and frustrated, because he didn't know what game Ryeowook was trying to play. Wasn't it enough that Ryeowook had already spurned him once? Wasn't it enough that Ryeowook played up to Kibum in front of him at every possible opportunity? Wasn't it enough that he had to put up with their sickening kisses and the sounds coming from Kibum's room at night? And now Ryeowook had marched into his room, stripped, and basically demanded to be fucked. What crack had he been smoking?
"What crack have you been smoking?" he asked aloud, even though his eyes were devouring every inch of Ryeowook's body, naked as the way he'd always wanted him to be. Except that Ryeowook had chosen Kibum over him. He'd chosen Kibum, and that still burned.
"Isn't this what you've always wanted?" Ryeowook's eyes were amused, taunting Yesung.
His hands clenched into fists. "Get the fuck out of my room and go back to Kibum."
"What's wrong?" Ryeowook said tauntingly, tilting his head. "Can't handle me? You're afraid to take me? Afraid that you won't be as good as Kibum? Afraid that you can't make me scream the way Kibum can, won't be able to make me beg for more the way I do for Kibum, won't be able to - "
Yesung snapped.
He grabbed Ryeowook by the arms and flung him against the wall so hard there was an audible thud, but the anger was boiling in his brain and making everything in front of his eyes red, and he was beyond any consideration for the smaller boy's delicacy.
"If you want to get fucked so bad, don't regret it when you get it," he snarled, hands dropping to his shorts, pulling them down and stepping out of them before kicking them aside furiously, fumbling for the hand cream on his dresser and slicking it on himself. He stalked over to Ryeowook, who was standing with his palms pressed back against the wall, his eyes dark and hungry and alight with excitement as Yesung came towards him like a murderous feline.
"I'm not going to regret it," Yesung barely heard him whisper before slender arms came up to wind around his neck and legs swung up around his waist, pulling him in, trapping him. "Make me not regret it, hyung."
Yesung smiled darkly. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, Ryeowook, you won't even remember who Kibum is by the end of it."
Ryeowook practically shivered with anticipation as he looked down and saw Yesung's cock, glistening with drops of precome, pressing against his entrance. He ground himself forward, rubbing his butt against that hot hardness that he could just imagine throbbing inside him, filling him up to the fullest, and Yesung gasped at his touch, eyes dropping down to watch as well as Ryeowook rubbed himself tantalisingly against him.
"Fuck me now then," Ryeowook whispered. "Fuck me, hyung, I know you want to, fuck me until I forget everything and everyone but you -"
"Damn you, Ryeowook," Yesung hissed and then he snapped his hips forward, burying himself inside Ryeowook in one stroke, and Ryeowook sank his fingers into Yesung's shoulders, barely suppressing a loud gasp. It hurt, fuck did it hurt, but at the same time it felt so good, as good as he'd expected from Yesung, and worth all the months of waiting.
"Move," he groaned at Yesung as Yesung stilled, hands on his hips and propping him up against the wall. 'Move, hyung, I've wanted you for so fucking long - "
Yesung pulled out again until only his head was left in, eyes locked on Ryeowook's as he growled at the friction burn. He pushed in again slowly, excruciatingly slowly, so Ryeowook could feel every inch of Yesung going into him, painful and much too slow and so, so good.
"Faster," he pleaded, trying to buck himself forward but Yesung's hands dug into his hips and held him back against the wall with such strength purple marks began blooming where his fingertips were, stark against his pale skin. "Oh god, hyung, faster, fuck - "
"You're supposed to beg for it, not demand it," Yesung said huskily, pulling out again before he'd even finished sliding all the way in, and Ryeowook gave a desperate little whine, locking his ankles around Yesung's waist in a desperate attempt to pull him in. "You wanted this, you asked for it, now beg for me to fuck you like the little whore you are."
Ryeowook couldn't believe it - when did Yesung start being in control, wasn't it him, Ryeowook, who was supposed to seduce Yesung into giving him what he wanted? But as he stared into Yesung's narrowed eyes, he felt his own cock twitch in between them. Fuck, but if this wasn't the hottest he'd ever seen Yesung being, even hotter than all his dirtiest fantasies about the older man.
"Please," he whispered, legs still pulling at Yesung's firm back. "Please, hyung, fuck me, please..."
"How do you want it, Ryeowook?" Yesung drawled, pushing himself in just slightly. Not enough, Ryeowook thought, shaking. Not nearly enough.
"Fast," he choked out. "Faster, hyung, please, oh god Jongwoon, you have no idea how long I've wanted this, how long I've wanted you, please, just fuck me now, don't tease me."
In response, Yesung drove in all the way, sending Ryeowook's mind into bursts of pleasure as his nerves sparked with the heat and Yesung began fucking him in earnest, each hard thrust slamming Ryeowook's back painfully against the wall but he hardly even noticed it, so intent was he on the pleasure that was coiling in his stomach as Yesung pounded into his spot again and again.
"Yes, there," he gasped, closing his eyes, leaning limply into Yesung's chest. He couldn't move; all he could do was cling on and let Yesung fuck him as he willed. "There, hyung, fuck me there, oh god please hyung, I need you, I want you, I've waited for you for too fucking long - "
"God, Ryeowook, you drive me crazy," Yesung gasped as he shifted his grip slightly and pushed Ryeowook further up the wall before slamming in again, this time much deeper than before, and Ryeowook wailed helplessly against him. "You look so innocent, but look at you now, begging shamelessly for me, you're enjoying every second of me using you like this, aren't you?"
"Yes, yes," Ryeowook moaned, holding Yesung's shoulders tighter as he felt himself approaching his climax. He couldn't hold back, it was so good, much too good, Yesung pounding into him and stretching him apart and hitting that little bundle of nerves in him each and every time as his husky voice whispered filth into his ear. "Yes, hyung, use me, please, take me, use me..."
"For someone who gets banged by Kibum and god knows how many others, you're so damned tight," Yesung rasped. "Tighten yourself more, baby."
Ryeowook clamped down around him obediently, noting through the haze of desire in his mind how Yesung gasped at the added friction. "You're so much better than Kibum, hyung," he whispered. "Fuck, you're so good at this, so damned good..."
"I told you I'd be better than Kibum, "Yesung snarled, driving into him like a man possessed, his fingers pressing painfully into the bruises already on Ryeowook's hips. "I told you, I'd make you beg, make you scream, Ryeowook."
"Yes," Ryeowook gasped, his toes curling. He was there, almost there, just that bit more would do it. "Yes, Jongwoon, fuck, you're better than Kibum, I want you so fucking hard, I want you Jongwoon, fuck me, make me come, make me come screaming your name - "
"Fuck yes," Yesung breathed as he plunged himself in one last time and Ryeowook really did scream, fingers scrabbling at Yesung's shoulders and his legs jerking against Yesung's back as he arched his back right off the wall and came, all over Yesung, all over himself, screaming, "Jongwoon, Jongwoon, Jongwoon!" over and over, his entire body a writhing mess of uncontained pleasure and his mind fogged over by nothing but his orgasm rolling through him and the feel of Yesung's come spreading hotly within him.
Yesung was kissing him by the time he let him drop back to his unsteady feet, kissing him softly and sweetly, in stark contrast to the rough near-violence of just minutes ago. He clung on to his shoulders, which were slippery with sweat, kissing him back hungrily, feeling Yesung's arm wrap around his waist to hold him steady as he shook and tried to catch his breath.
"Hyung..." he murmured against his lips.
Yesung pulled back just then and Ryeowook looked up at him, and he was shocked at the sudden desolation in Yesung's eyes; the spark and light seemed to have gone out of them, and the next moment Yesung pushed him away so that he slammed into the wall again and staggered backwards, falling on to his bed, burying his face in his hands.
"Hyung?" he said again, questioningly, moving towards Yesung. "Are you..."
"If you breathe a word of this to Kibum, I'll kill you," Yesung answered from behind his hands, his voice muffled. "Get the fuck out, and don't ever come looking for me again, you little shit."
He felt Ryeowook tugging at his hands and let them be pulled away from his face, but he looked away, refusing to look at Ryeowook. He was still shaking. If Kibum found out about this, their friendship would be over. And he couldn't believe he could have done such a thing, but it was Ryeowook, Ryeowook who was so beautiful and tempting and sweet as wine, Ryeowook who turned him down and picked Kibum, Ryeowook who he had always wanted and who was now throwing himself at him and he could never resist him, never turn him down -
"Hyung," Ryeowook said quietly, grasping Yesung's hands, which were trembling slightly. "Hyung... Kibum and I are over. We were over weeks ago."
"What?"
"It's true," Ryeowook nodded feverishly, staring into Yesung's eyes. "I'm not lying. We're over."
"But - why?"
"I told him I loved you," Ryeowook said, still looking at Yesung. "I told him I couldn't carry on with him. I love you."
Yesung couldn't speak. If anything, he was more confused than before. He thought back to all those times he'd dreamed of something like this, hoped for Ryeowook coming to him and telling him exactly what he was hearing now, but then he was reminded of the way Kibum looked at Ryeowook, the way Ryeowook held Kibum, the way Ryeowook would look at him over Kibum's shoulder, eyes gleaming and challenging and daring Yesung to do something about them. His mind felt like it was spinning; he shut his eyes, refusing to look at Ryeowook any longer, until he felt a pair of soft thin lips on his, sweet and warm.
"I'm sorry," he heard Ryeowook whisper. "I've lied to you for so long, but I'm not lying now. You're the one I've always loved. Kibum was a mistake. I'm sorry."
He kept his eyes closed, feeling Ryeowook's small hands come up to cup his face, thumbs stroking his cheeks. He didn't know what to believe. All he knew was that he was sick of being jerked around like a puppet on a string, and so help him God, if Ryeowook was playing him again, he would make him pay for it.
"Prove it," he demanded, his voice hoarse. "Prove it, or I'll assume you're still lying."
He felt Ryeowook's lips curve into a smile. "Gladly," he said, and Yesung felt Ryeowook's hands move downwards, over his neck and collarbones, over his chest, down down down, and he fought the urge to push him away because this wasn't what he wanted from Ryeowook - he wanted his love, not mindless sex, but he also knew: even if Ryeowook was lying to him, he would still never be able to resist him. And for a moment he hated himself for being so weak, hated Ryeowook for being so tempting, hated how he played Kibum for a fool and how he was using him now, hated how all of them had landed in this situation; but then Ryeowook did something with his hands below and his tongue in his mouth and Yesung threw all caution to the winds.
Pairing: Kibum/Ryeowook (broken), Yesung/Ryeowook
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2,009
Summary: Ryeowook mindfucks Yesung by playing both him and Kibum. Despite the pairings stated, this is purely YeWook PWP, with broken!KiWook as the background.
A/N: Written rather long ago, but I never posted this, and was persuaded to by loveisonthemenu , because she complained of being deprived of YeWook porn. So this is dedicated to her and to
chibi_roses (happy birthday!). Special thank-you shoutouts to rasinah , hyungdeul , hotarumyst , and ficcy too, because these lovelies write me so much YeWook.
Also, KiWook is apparently the only other Ryeowook pairing I can handle, besides YeWook. But that's only because Kibum makes everything hot as hell.
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Yesung was confused. Confused, and angry, and frustrated, because he didn't know what game Ryeowook was trying to play. Wasn't it enough that Ryeowook had already spurned him once? Wasn't it enough that Ryeowook played up to Kibum in front of him at every possible opportunity? Wasn't it enough that he had to put up with their sickening kisses and the sounds coming from Kibum's room at night? And now Ryeowook had marched into his room, stripped, and basically demanded to be fucked. What crack had he been smoking?
"What crack have you been smoking?" he asked aloud, even though his eyes were devouring every inch of Ryeowook's body, naked as the way he'd always wanted him to be. Except that Ryeowook had chosen Kibum over him. He'd chosen Kibum, and that still burned.
"Isn't this what you've always wanted?" Ryeowook's eyes were amused, taunting Yesung.
His hands clenched into fists. "Get the fuck out of my room and go back to Kibum."
"What's wrong?" Ryeowook said tauntingly, tilting his head. "Can't handle me? You're afraid to take me? Afraid that you won't be as good as Kibum? Afraid that you can't make me scream the way Kibum can, won't be able to make me beg for more the way I do for Kibum, won't be able to - "
Yesung snapped.
He grabbed Ryeowook by the arms and flung him against the wall so hard there was an audible thud, but the anger was boiling in his brain and making everything in front of his eyes red, and he was beyond any consideration for the smaller boy's delicacy.
"If you want to get fucked so bad, don't regret it when you get it," he snarled, hands dropping to his shorts, pulling them down and stepping out of them before kicking them aside furiously, fumbling for the hand cream on his dresser and slicking it on himself. He stalked over to Ryeowook, who was standing with his palms pressed back against the wall, his eyes dark and hungry and alight with excitement as Yesung came towards him like a murderous feline.
"I'm not going to regret it," Yesung barely heard him whisper before slender arms came up to wind around his neck and legs swung up around his waist, pulling him in, trapping him. "Make me not regret it, hyung."
Yesung smiled darkly. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, Ryeowook, you won't even remember who Kibum is by the end of it."
Ryeowook practically shivered with anticipation as he looked down and saw Yesung's cock, glistening with drops of precome, pressing against his entrance. He ground himself forward, rubbing his butt against that hot hardness that he could just imagine throbbing inside him, filling him up to the fullest, and Yesung gasped at his touch, eyes dropping down to watch as well as Ryeowook rubbed himself tantalisingly against him.
"Fuck me now then," Ryeowook whispered. "Fuck me, hyung, I know you want to, fuck me until I forget everything and everyone but you -"
"Damn you, Ryeowook," Yesung hissed and then he snapped his hips forward, burying himself inside Ryeowook in one stroke, and Ryeowook sank his fingers into Yesung's shoulders, barely suppressing a loud gasp. It hurt, fuck did it hurt, but at the same time it felt so good, as good as he'd expected from Yesung, and worth all the months of waiting.
"Move," he groaned at Yesung as Yesung stilled, hands on his hips and propping him up against the wall. 'Move, hyung, I've wanted you for so fucking long - "
Yesung pulled out again until only his head was left in, eyes locked on Ryeowook's as he growled at the friction burn. He pushed in again slowly, excruciatingly slowly, so Ryeowook could feel every inch of Yesung going into him, painful and much too slow and so, so good.
"Faster," he pleaded, trying to buck himself forward but Yesung's hands dug into his hips and held him back against the wall with such strength purple marks began blooming where his fingertips were, stark against his pale skin. "Oh god, hyung, faster, fuck - "
"You're supposed to beg for it, not demand it," Yesung said huskily, pulling out again before he'd even finished sliding all the way in, and Ryeowook gave a desperate little whine, locking his ankles around Yesung's waist in a desperate attempt to pull him in. "You wanted this, you asked for it, now beg for me to fuck you like the little whore you are."
Ryeowook couldn't believe it - when did Yesung start being in control, wasn't it him, Ryeowook, who was supposed to seduce Yesung into giving him what he wanted? But as he stared into Yesung's narrowed eyes, he felt his own cock twitch in between them. Fuck, but if this wasn't the hottest he'd ever seen Yesung being, even hotter than all his dirtiest fantasies about the older man.
"Please," he whispered, legs still pulling at Yesung's firm back. "Please, hyung, fuck me, please..."
"How do you want it, Ryeowook?" Yesung drawled, pushing himself in just slightly. Not enough, Ryeowook thought, shaking. Not nearly enough.
"Fast," he choked out. "Faster, hyung, please, oh god Jongwoon, you have no idea how long I've wanted this, how long I've wanted you, please, just fuck me now, don't tease me."
In response, Yesung drove in all the way, sending Ryeowook's mind into bursts of pleasure as his nerves sparked with the heat and Yesung began fucking him in earnest, each hard thrust slamming Ryeowook's back painfully against the wall but he hardly even noticed it, so intent was he on the pleasure that was coiling in his stomach as Yesung pounded into his spot again and again.
"Yes, there," he gasped, closing his eyes, leaning limply into Yesung's chest. He couldn't move; all he could do was cling on and let Yesung fuck him as he willed. "There, hyung, fuck me there, oh god please hyung, I need you, I want you, I've waited for you for too fucking long - "
"God, Ryeowook, you drive me crazy," Yesung gasped as he shifted his grip slightly and pushed Ryeowook further up the wall before slamming in again, this time much deeper than before, and Ryeowook wailed helplessly against him. "You look so innocent, but look at you now, begging shamelessly for me, you're enjoying every second of me using you like this, aren't you?"
"Yes, yes," Ryeowook moaned, holding Yesung's shoulders tighter as he felt himself approaching his climax. He couldn't hold back, it was so good, much too good, Yesung pounding into him and stretching him apart and hitting that little bundle of nerves in him each and every time as his husky voice whispered filth into his ear. "Yes, hyung, use me, please, take me, use me..."
"For someone who gets banged by Kibum and god knows how many others, you're so damned tight," Yesung rasped. "Tighten yourself more, baby."
Ryeowook clamped down around him obediently, noting through the haze of desire in his mind how Yesung gasped at the added friction. "You're so much better than Kibum, hyung," he whispered. "Fuck, you're so good at this, so damned good..."
"I told you I'd be better than Kibum, "Yesung snarled, driving into him like a man possessed, his fingers pressing painfully into the bruises already on Ryeowook's hips. "I told you, I'd make you beg, make you scream, Ryeowook."
"Yes," Ryeowook gasped, his toes curling. He was there, almost there, just that bit more would do it. "Yes, Jongwoon, fuck, you're better than Kibum, I want you so fucking hard, I want you Jongwoon, fuck me, make me come, make me come screaming your name - "
"Fuck yes," Yesung breathed as he plunged himself in one last time and Ryeowook really did scream, fingers scrabbling at Yesung's shoulders and his legs jerking against Yesung's back as he arched his back right off the wall and came, all over Yesung, all over himself, screaming, "Jongwoon, Jongwoon, Jongwoon!" over and over, his entire body a writhing mess of uncontained pleasure and his mind fogged over by nothing but his orgasm rolling through him and the feel of Yesung's come spreading hotly within him.
Yesung was kissing him by the time he let him drop back to his unsteady feet, kissing him softly and sweetly, in stark contrast to the rough near-violence of just minutes ago. He clung on to his shoulders, which were slippery with sweat, kissing him back hungrily, feeling Yesung's arm wrap around his waist to hold him steady as he shook and tried to catch his breath.
"Hyung..." he murmured against his lips.
Yesung pulled back just then and Ryeowook looked up at him, and he was shocked at the sudden desolation in Yesung's eyes; the spark and light seemed to have gone out of them, and the next moment Yesung pushed him away so that he slammed into the wall again and staggered backwards, falling on to his bed, burying his face in his hands.
"Hyung?" he said again, questioningly, moving towards Yesung. "Are you..."
"If you breathe a word of this to Kibum, I'll kill you," Yesung answered from behind his hands, his voice muffled. "Get the fuck out, and don't ever come looking for me again, you little shit."
He felt Ryeowook tugging at his hands and let them be pulled away from his face, but he looked away, refusing to look at Ryeowook. He was still shaking. If Kibum found out about this, their friendship would be over. And he couldn't believe he could have done such a thing, but it was Ryeowook, Ryeowook who was so beautiful and tempting and sweet as wine, Ryeowook who turned him down and picked Kibum, Ryeowook who he had always wanted and who was now throwing himself at him and he could never resist him, never turn him down -
"Hyung," Ryeowook said quietly, grasping Yesung's hands, which were trembling slightly. "Hyung... Kibum and I are over. We were over weeks ago."
"What?"
"It's true," Ryeowook nodded feverishly, staring into Yesung's eyes. "I'm not lying. We're over."
"But - why?"
"I told him I loved you," Ryeowook said, still looking at Yesung. "I told him I couldn't carry on with him. I love you."
Yesung couldn't speak. If anything, he was more confused than before. He thought back to all those times he'd dreamed of something like this, hoped for Ryeowook coming to him and telling him exactly what he was hearing now, but then he was reminded of the way Kibum looked at Ryeowook, the way Ryeowook held Kibum, the way Ryeowook would look at him over Kibum's shoulder, eyes gleaming and challenging and daring Yesung to do something about them. His mind felt like it was spinning; he shut his eyes, refusing to look at Ryeowook any longer, until he felt a pair of soft thin lips on his, sweet and warm.
"I'm sorry," he heard Ryeowook whisper. "I've lied to you for so long, but I'm not lying now. You're the one I've always loved. Kibum was a mistake. I'm sorry."
He kept his eyes closed, feeling Ryeowook's small hands come up to cup his face, thumbs stroking his cheeks. He didn't know what to believe. All he knew was that he was sick of being jerked around like a puppet on a string, and so help him God, if Ryeowook was playing him again, he would make him pay for it.
"Prove it," he demanded, his voice hoarse. "Prove it, or I'll assume you're still lying."
He felt Ryeowook's lips curve into a smile. "Gladly," he said, and Yesung felt Ryeowook's hands move downwards, over his neck and collarbones, over his chest, down down down, and he fought the urge to push him away because this wasn't what he wanted from Ryeowook - he wanted his love, not mindless sex, but he also knew: even if Ryeowook was lying to him, he would still never be able to resist him. And for a moment he hated himself for being so weak, hated Ryeowook for being so tempting, hated how he played Kibum for a fool and how he was using him now, hated how all of them had landed in this situation; but then Ryeowook did something with his hands below and his tongue in his mouth and Yesung threw all caution to the winds.