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28 August 2009 @ 11:35 pm
Why Ryeowook Loves to Prepare Lunch [oneshot]  
Title: Why Ryeowook Loves to Prepare Lunch
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Yesung/Ryeowook
Genre: (Minor) Smut
Word Count: 792
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ryeowook innocently prepares lunch, but Yesung has something else in mind.
A/N: First Yewook ever. First smut!fic, even if I just barely grazed it. Please be kind! I feel so embarrassed and awkward. >__<

Humming to himself, Ryeowook pulled his lace trimmed apron over his head and tied the worn straps around his back. He spun around to open the fridge, hoping that there was food in there to make lunch. The chilled air rushed past him as he reached for a bunch of celery and a couple of carrots.

He danced over to the sink, kicking the fridge door behind him closed. His body moved to the song that had now turned into full out singing. I know our love is wrong. I can’t give up, I can’t let you go. He turned on the water to wash the celery stalks as his voice drowned out the trickling sound of water hitting the metal sink.

My lips, cold as can be, are even more blue. I cry out to find to find your warmth. He shook the washed vegetables in the sink to allow any excess water to drain off. Soon the cutting board had been pulled out and placed on the kitchen counter. Ryeowook reached over to open the knife drawer and pulled out the sharpest one before lining up the stalks against the blade as he lifted up his wrist to start chopping them into thin, even slices. The rhythmic hollow thud of the knife against the worn out wooden board matched perfectly with the beat of that he had continued to sing.

Oh when you tell me you love me. When you tell me thousands and millions of times. Even when--

My heart sets on fire, my dry lips wear out. Even when I’m born again, it’s still only you. A husky voice completed the rest of the line, whispering them into his ear. Ryeowook’s breath hitched as his chopping paused midway.

But before he could react, strong arms had snaked around his waist and pulled him tight against the other’s body, sending shivers up his spine. A smile ghosted across his lips as he recognized the familiar smell of strawberries. He set down the knife, closed his eyes, and leaned back to rest his head against the other’s firm chest.

“Ryeowook”, the other breathed before kissing the side of the younger one’s face.

“Y-Yesung”, he stuttered, trying to ignore the burning sensation on the cheek where Yesung’s lips had just graced seconds earlier.

Ryeowook could feel Yesung walk backwards, pulling him with him in warm silence as he was almost positive that the butterflies that had been fluttering in his stomach were now traveling up his throat. Suddenly he was spun around with his body pressed up against the wall. His eyes snapped open as a small sound of surprise escaped his mouth.

Yesung softly press his forehead against his, as he tried to keep himself afloat in the other’s deep eyes. His mouth hastily opened to mutter something to try to break the intensity. But before he could even take a breath to start, Yesung’s lips had found its way on top of his, crushing his mouth and pushing him against the wall. All other thoughts evaporated as his eyes closed and his arms weaved their way around the older boy’s neck, desperate to keep himself up despite his buckling legs.

Ryeowook felt his lips being parted before Yesung’s tongue flooded his mouth, a muffled moan getting lost between them. The older boy’s hands moved to push his head closer and cup his cheek, as their lips moved in perfect harmony.

He whimpered at the sudden loss of contact as Yesung pulled apart from his swollen lips and started planting light kisses along his jaw line. He shuddered as those perfect lips traveled down his neck to sear the pale skin that was exposed by his dress shirt, gasping as nimble fingers expertly unbuttoned and threw off his shirt to expose him. 

And just as quickly, his lips were captured again, a low groan emitting from the older one’s throat and vibrating through their connected mouths. Ryeowook’s delicate fingers weaved into Yesung’s hair as he wrapped one of his legs around the other’s waist, losing his balance along the way and pulling the other down with him as he crashed into the wall.

Yesung pinned Ryeowook’s arms above his head as a dirty smirk appeared on his lips before he started to grind his body against the younger one’s. He moved excruciatingly slow, loving the way it caused the small boy’s body to jerk under his. He brought his bruised lips to hover over the other’s, so close he could taste Ryeowook. And in a hoarse, lust filled voice, he breathed, “Fuck lunch. Let’s fuck.”
kyuhyunlover3: Yewook Peace~!kyuhyunlover3 on August 29th, 2009 05:24 am (UTC)
xLucky_Charmxlucky_charm on August 29th, 2009 06:53 am (UTC)
:O I LOVE IT! ♥♥ Yesung and Wookie are SO win. =p
vajaatoiminta on August 29th, 2009 02:07 pm (UTC)
I LOVE IT!! I love yehwook!! I love you!! ♥
more please, more more!
i enjoy wookgasms!thundersquall on August 29th, 2009 04:41 pm (UTC)


I think I like this a lot more than I ought to (but how can I not, it's YeWook with poor flustered halfway-through-lunch Wookie and randomly-horny Yesung) and just... GUH.

The last line. That. THAAAAAAAAAT.

*is flailing and incoherent*
한 태욱: jungmin - smiles can killhotarumyst on August 29th, 2009 05:58 pm (UTC)

Love ittttt ♥

You should write more of them. :D ♥
bluelove: suju: sungmin OMFGCUTE!xinliyoushu on August 30th, 2009 12:15 am (UTC)
Commenting because I can and not because I'm entirely too awesome and got to read this before it was posted! ZING! 8D

ROFL, I don't have a Yewook icon. XD