jarvixx

[jarvixx]

of black shirts and big problems

pairing: wontaek (wonshik x taekwoon) rating: nc-17 genre: kind of pwp but might get expanded warnings: smut, faint traces of low self-esteem words: 6382 a/n: this took me ages to write - also on AO3

As the night has fallen over Tokyo, Taekwoon smiled content as he shutted the Vlive app down. The chat with his fans, helps him to relax over the long stressful days he recently had to go through. From musicals to practicing for these concerts and finally today was the first day of the last 3 concerts as their subunit VIXX LR. He propped himself up on the bed in a better sitting position, his long legs stretched out, ready to read on Naver articles he had missed, maybe even spotting one of himself. He felt at peace with himself, reading positive comments on his stream. His other half of the subunit went to exercise earlier, as always.

He hadn’t heard how with a soft swipe, followed by a short beep the door of their hotel room had opened. It was only when loud footsteps came in, alongside heavy panting and groaning of another person. Only then Taekwoon glimpses upward, his breath instantly hitching when he took in the sight right in front of him. The rapper, Wonshik, standing there at the end of their beds, his hand running through his black hair, eyes closed to take another deep breath. His lean, muscular body clad in a tight, black, sleeveless shirt, drawing immediately attention to those big toned upper arms. A big column of sweat was stretched from the collar of his shirt all the way down to the hem of his shirt, some droplets even were splattered on his grey sweatpants, right around his groin. The main attraction was undeniably the way the black cotton was clamping down on his abdomen, showing the toned muscles. It beautifully accentuated the way the guy was keeping up his physical at all costs. For a moment Wonshik clenched his jaw, exhaling in a ragged manner, opening his eyes, directly staring at Taekwoon’s direction, his lips made an ‘o’-shape, sharply inhaling again, his hand dropping out of his hair.

Taekwoon averted any eye-contact, checking quickly his phone again, but he noticed how his own breathing had become jagged. His body heated up as if someone had set him on fire, while inside his own trousers the heat had become unbearable. His mind was screeching at him for even daring to peek at the exquisite appearance in front of him, but it was too inviting. This had never happened to him before. They had gone swimming at hotel pools previously, nothing had occurred. He had seen the man half-naked, heck even one time in his full glory, a copious amount of times. It was strange. It was his colleague, his friend, someone he considered as a brother, but now he had managed to drive him insane, for the first time ever.

Wonshik hadn’t said a word yet, moving around the small room, straight to the mini-bar. He had his back towards the other male, slowly bending forward to open the door of the small fridge, hidden away like just another cabinet. The sweats were stretching seductively over the man’s very curvy bottom, only for the man to stand up straight again, turning around while kicking nonchalantly the door closed behind him. He uncapped a water bottle, which they had brought in themselves beforehand, taking a considerable gulp from it. A few drops spilled from it, flew down his throat, slowly disappearing underneath the collar of his shirt. Effortlessly he wiped other rests of water from his lips, licking them afterwards to be sure. He put the lid back on the bottle, placing it on the small drawer near the entrance.

The elder guy eyed his phone again, acting as if he was completely unbothered by what the other man was doing (especially what he was doing to him). It wasn’t his choice in the first place to end up gawking at the man. At this point his phone was more important, only it was just a black screen, nothing interesting to see except the reflection of himself. His face had become flushed, heated and was uncharacteristic for him to be like this, unless he was about to have … sex. Mentally Taekwoon could kick himself.

“What are you watching? Some of that stuff Hyuk sends?” Wonshik asked in that deep, gruff voice, finally having established control over his breathing. His eyebrow had cocked up, making him madly attractive, which pushed Taekwoon deeper into his hole. He followed where Wonshik’s eyes had landed on. Inside Taekwoon’s trousers a noticeable bulge had formed, painfully straining his own trousers. He gazes back at Wonshik, who even though had a visible smirk on his face over the little incident going on, seemed painfully oblivious to the fact that he was the doing all this. Flabbergasted by the question on top of his problem, he could only stammer out a “yes”. Wonshik snorted softly at it, making his way to the bathroom. “You’re dirty, hyung,” he joked, about to enter the bathroom, when Taekwoon shot up from the bed, finally out of his daze.

“C-Can I go first? Since you know…,” Taekwoon uttered out, holding his hand out in front of the younger man on the doorknob. From being flushed purely from the arousal down in his trousers, to being flushed from the embarrassment that was washing over him. In just mere seconds he was standing, almost pressed against, the younger male. He uncomfortably switched balance on his legs, while biting his lip. Wonshik dumbfound blinked at the man in front, before grinning, stepping away from the door, hands defensively raised up in the air.

“You’re the hyung,” he mumbled, walking over to his bed, sitting down while retrieving his phone from the pocket of his sweats. Swiftly Taekwoon opened the door, to close it back just as fast, locking it. He slid down the door onto the floor, exhaling deeply, before letting out a soft moan. That was not how he wanted things to go between them, but he needs that cold shower. He wasn’t planning on jerking off, the chances the younger male would hear it, followed by a lot of teasing was too much of a risk to take at this point. When his breathing had restored, he pushed himself up from the tiles, removing his clothes as fast as he could, before walking inside the shower. Taekwoon turns the knob to the cold side, bracing himself for the cool liquid to hit his overheated skin. One deep breath as he opens the tab, suppressing a screech when the water fell onto him, clamping instantly his arms around his body seeking some heat. Every bit of heat and arousal was washing off his body, especially down there he felt a form of relief. A few more seconds had passed, when he decided to turn it off again. He was shaking madly, but everything was better than having a boner over a fellow band member.

Once Taekwoon stepped out of the shower, grabbing one of the towels hanging there. Wrapped around his body he sought heat, something to warm up again to a normal temperature. A brief flash of Wonshik’s shirt clinging to his abdomen passed by in his mind, to which he shook his head. ‘No more’, he told himself mentally, before slowly letting the towel drop onto the ground. He picked up his t-shirt again, ready to use it as pyjamas now. The next item were his briefs. He was fortunate not to find any fluids inside them, putting them back on as he literally had changed the second he had entered the hotel room. Trousers followed suit as he leaned for a moment over the sink, looking at himself as his hair were still wet, but he felt way better. A deep breath before he strutted out of the bathroom, back into the other room.

As soon as he entered, he couldn’t believe his eyes. This guy was seriously pushing every button of his entire existence. Wonshik had undone himself of his shirt, lying languidly stretched on his bed, seemingly typing away on his phone. The younger hadn’t noticed any of the gazes Taekwoon had been sending his way. Taekwoon cleared his throat, stating he was done with his business in the bathroom. It was enough to draw Wonshik’s attention from his phone, who locked the device before offhandedly throwing the device onto the bed. Within a second he had pushed himself up from the bed, standing right in front of the elder man. The latter was trying to force away the urge to push this man down onto the bed, clenching his jaw together, feeling his teeth grit against one another. Wonshik just licked his lips, eyeing down the man, before locking onto his eyes again.

“I hope you didn’t make a mess in there. Hyuk’s videos can be quite hot,” Wonshik mumbled, right as his lips tugged themselves in a big smirk. Taekwoon just grunted lightly at the response, before turning away towards his bed. “Don’t make it too long yourself. We need to wake up early,” Taekwoon gritted back, as he plumped down, grabbing his own phone from it. The chuckle he heard as the rapper entered the bathroom was the sigh for him to desperately exhale, slumping down on the bed. Never had Wonshik played with him before. This sudden turn of events was weighing down on him over the course of the maybe 10minutes that had passed. It was not his style. He sighed before unlocking his phone to open Kakaotalk. He quickly went through the chats he had, landing on a name he knew was willing to meet up once they had moved to Osaka for the other concerts.

“Himchan, I need to talk to you when we get to Osaka.”

—

They had arrived a little late in Osaka, which left them with only little time to have some free time, since they did have to get up rather early for rehearsals and other obligations. Taekwoon had entered his room, finally alone, opening his phone immediately to text his friend where he was in the hotel.

“I’m just in my room. See you in the lobby in 5?” was the reply that followed pretty fast afterwards. Indeed, 5 minutes later the two met in lobby, hugging each other before walking out of the hotel to one of the nearest bars.

There everything went well until Taekwoon had too much, draping himself over Himchan who got looks from everywhere in the bar over the antics of his friend. Quickly and as quiet as he could the younger dragged his friend out of the bar back towards the hotel.

“Himchan-ah, I don’t want to go,” the elder one whined once they had gotten in the hotel lobby again.

“Taekwoon, hyung, you’re drunk and you have a concert tomorrow… make that today,” Himchan muttered when he noticed the clock striking one in the morning already. The elder on the other hand had different plans, leaning in closer to the other man.

“But Wonshik is there,” he whispered as if the guy was a top criminal. Himchan just shook his head, pulling him towards the elevators, since this was getting extremely difficult for both. “Let me stay with you Chanie. Please,” the elder man pouted while leaning into the man, who was taken aback by the boldness of his friend.

“I won’t because I’m not in the mood to explain to your managers why you weren’t in your room,” he replied, slightly annoyed but mostly amused by the reactions of his friend, who sported the biggest pout, before leaning in, placing his lips on the edge of Himchan’s mouth.

“Wonshik is a bad boy,” Taekwoon giggled, staggering backwards after hearing the ‘ping’ of the elevator behind him. Himchan, still shocked, raised an eyebrow at that statement. He did remember the sudden text he got about talking, but all they did was drinking and doing the normal chit-chat catch up talk, none all too deep business. Though at the rate Taekwoon kept drinking, gave away something was off about the whole situation. Taekwoon was leaning against the side of the metal box bringing them up to his floor first.

“Why is he?” Himchan asked, after contemplating if he should just ask what his friend was bothering. There was silence, while they almost were at the floor. Taekwoon was an absolute mess; being drunk on top of being sleepy, add on his confusion ever since Tokyo. All that came out of the man was a loud groan, before pushing himself in a somewhat upright position (which failed, he slouched badly).

“He… He… is… a tease,” Taekwoon stammered, right as the elevator indicated they were at the floor and the doors opened quickly. Himchan couldn’t do more than wrapping an arm around his friend to lead him to his room. The new info didn’t really proceed to him, as he was more concerned about Taekwoon not passing out in the middle of the hallway. Further they were quiet, or well tried to be, as the elder one of the two kept humming to songs until they had reached the hotel room.

“I will help you,” Himchan offered, but Taekwoon shook his head, a part of him was slowly sobering up again. After some struggling Taekwoon managed to open the door by himself, slipping in as swift as possible before hiding on the other side of the door.

“You sure you don’t need help?” Himchan tried again, but a firm nod from Taekwoon spoke more than words. “See you around, hyung,” he mumbled waving while Taekwoon uttered something that sounded like ‘yes’ before closing the door in the guy’s face.

—

Loud knocking was echoing through the hallways of the hotel, causing some people who were leaving their rooms anyways, to throw glances into the direction of the noises.

“Call him again,” the shorter man mumbled to the rapper who stood there, only half switched from his pyjamas, nodding before typing quickly in a number. On the other side of the door they could hear the ringtone of the number play followed with some loud groaning, before the line was abruptly cut off. A silence fell over the hallway just for a moment, before the manager knocked again like a mad person on the door, the knocking slowly transforming into straight up banging.

“What did he do yesterday? He asked me to go with Himchan but what happened?” the manager asked the rapper, who stood there defenseless staring at the door himself. No one had gotten a message about what happened.

“I’m going to the reception. We’re running late!” the manager groaned, visibly agitated by the vocalist’s behavior at this point. Once the man was away Wonshik was left alone in the hallway, until he spotted a familiar face further away.

“Himchan hyung?” Wonshik questioned, making sure he wasn’t seeing things. The other man quietly shuffled closer to the door he was waiting at.

“What’s going on?”

“Taekwoon is refusing to wake up. We’ve been calling him and he keeps cutting the line off,” Wonshik explained, staring at the door before looking back at the guy, who suddenly looked more like a deer caught in the headlights. “Something wrong?”

“Well… He did drink a lot last night. He … even … kissed me half on my mouth,” Himchan told the guy, fidgeting with his phone, seeing he was getting messages from his manager to come down. Wonshik just glanced at the man, before shaking his head, snorting lightly at it. Such a Taekwoon thing to do, getting drunk when he shouldn’t and getting everyone in trouble along with it. Just like that one time they had to record for the Christmas video in Santa and Rudolph outfits.

“He kissed a lot of people while drunk. Don’t be too stressed about it. He only doesn’t really dare with us for some reason… He rather smacks the soul out of our bodies,” Wonshik reassured the guy, putting a hand on his shoulder, which made Himchan calm down somewhat while taking a deep breath. The sudden loud noises from the manager coming out of the elevator, followed by a man from the reception with what seems a master key. When they neared the door, the manager asked Himchan to come aside, probably going to cross-examine the poor guy.

Meanwhile the receptionist opened the door for Wonshik to enter, who bowed quickly down to the man, who left the chaos quietly. The rapper opened the door more to peek inside. The blinds of the room were closed somehow. Wonshik proceeded into the room to open them, illuminating the room, only to find Taekwoon in bed. Well, more on the bed. He was sprawled across the full size of the bed, his head sideways buried in the pillows, while his lips were slightly spread. A groan came from him, irritated by the light, making him turn to the other side with his head. He grabbed another pillow to hold close to him.

“Hyung, wake up,” Wonshik mumbled, moving closer to the bed, playfully patting Taekwoon’s butt when he stood next to him at the side without the windows.

“Let me sleep,” Taekwoon groaned back, hiding his face now completely in the pillow, muffling every sound. Wonshik just sighed, having dealt with this before in their careers as Taekwoon was – just like himself – one of the most difficult members to wake up.

“We have a schedule in like an hour,” Wonshik started off, slowly peeling one of the arms away, to peek at the man’s face, only to have that arm almost smacked across his face. He sighed deeply, staring at the guy before sitting down on the mattress, annoyingly starting to poke Taekwoon’s half hidden face, his shoulders, his sides and even his butt. All the actions were followed by a string of low groans from the other man, even some arm smacking going around. That was until the manager got inside, seemingly calmer as before, probably hearing what has happened before.

“Taekwoon, get up. We have a schedule and Wonshik needs to bring his stuff in here. Next night you need to share the room,” the manager announced, opening the door to the bathroom, before running the tab. The second part of the statement made Taekwoon spike up from the bed, glaring at Wonshik before turning to the manager who came back with what seemed like painkillers and a bottle of water. He rolled over into a sitting position, a bit too fast since his headache only made him want to roll back at that point, but he couldn’t return.

“What do you mean we need to share a room?” Taekwoon groaned, accepting the water and painkillers, staring in disbelief at the man who was calm, now, but one could tell he was scared to explain the whole situation to other people involved in these schedules, because someone had to be late.

“Someone from the desk came to me this morning, right before waking Wonshik, that there is an accidental double-booking going on. There aren’t any rooms left, so he has to come here,” the manager explained, glancing at the time on his phone-screen. “I’m going to go down now. Wonshik you get your stuff in here. Taekwoon, you better hurry up. Grab something to eat and we have to go.”

With that the man left the room again, followed quietly by Wonshik, leaving Taekwoon sitting there in utter shock. Right when he thought his problem would be soon over, it only started to get worse.

–

The two returned, exhausted but satisfied with their performances of the first day in Osaka. Taekwoon is the first to open the door, realizing that he has Wonshik trailing behind him, feeling how close he is, barely space between them. Taekwoon slowly feels agitated by the man’s presence, but tries to ignore the feeling. All he wanted to see after all is his, now their, bed.

The second Taekwoon unlocked the door, he stumbled in while taking off his shoes and coat before lunging himself at the soft mattress, burying his face from the other man who softly closed the door. He doesn’t here Wonshik nearing him until he felt the bed dip on the other side.

“You ok?” Wonshik asked, making Taekwoon look up, groan before hiding again, but the feeling of not being honest to the guy, gnawed at his consciousness, making him sign deeply.

“No, I’m not,” Taekwoon replied, propping himself up, pulling his pillow more underneath him while glancing at the man next to him. He bit his lip, because on the one hand he was trying to think of how to convey what he felt earlier on their trip. On the other hand, he was trying to bite away the feelings burning inside him, since Wonshik was sitting there, normally dressed but he was just oozing sex. Slowly Taekwoon felt a blush creeping on his cheeks, shaking his head because he couldn’t show nor say what he was feeling.

“You want to talk about it? Is it something personal?” Wonshik continued, crawling closer on the bed, which wasn’t what Taekwoon was hoping for, making him roll away from the man, onto his feet.

“I’m going to shower,” Taekwoon announced out of the blue, standing up from the bed, trying to hide himself away in the shower might be the only way for him to calm down. What he didn’t hope for was Wonshik jumping up at the movement of the vocalist, standing up behind him.

“Are you sure?”

“No, I’m not sure I want to shower,” Taekwoon bursted out, turning around to the man, glaring at the man. This wasn’t what he wanted to happen at all. Wonshik seemed taken aback, stepping backwards while holding his hands up in defense. He had seen Taekwoon furious before, but not like this. Everything was uncharacteristic for the man at this point. It was concerning Wonshik. “Remember in Tokyo? Well, let me tell you, that wasn’t because one of Hyuk’s questionable videos,” he snarled, stepping closer to the man with an accusing finger, poking him in his chest, “It was because of you.”

The elder man turned around, ready to hide for real now in the bathroom, away from the guy, away from his confusing feelings. That was until he felt a hand wrap around his wrist, a familiar big hand that was unexpectedly soft which also sent the shivers down his spine. A small tug was enough to twist him around on his feet, straight into Wonshik’s defined muscular chest and …

Another hand was on his cheek, holding him in place while he could feel the rapper’s soft lips pressing onto his own. It was just a short kiss, but Taekwoon stood there in disbelief, staring at the guy in front of him of whom he had never thought this would come from. He was the shy, awkward rapper of the group that only acted tough for their fans and on shows. Not this bold guy who would kiss him out of nowhere on his lips, since Taekwoon had received kisses on his cheek from the guy before without feeling like a teenager having their first love.

“You could’ve just said, you know?” Wonshik whispered, leaning his forehead against the elder’s while trying to figure out what the other’s reaction would be. It didn’t stay out for too long, before Taekwoon had pressed his lips against the rapper’s in a feverish kiss, hand going over the back of Wonshik’s head, grabbing some of the locks there, pulling hard. He hadn’t been like this, borderline a horny teenager, since he actually was one. Meanwhile Wonshik had placed his hands on Taekwoon’s hips, pulling him closer to him. The vocalist soon after broke away because of the lack of air, before he could feel Wonshik maneuvering him backwards towards the bed, tipping him slightly over.

The man laid there, sprawled out on his back, opposite of that morning where he felt miserable, glancing up at the other man, who crawled over to him from the edge of the bed up to the man, hovering dangerously over the man, only to position himself properly, supporting on his elbows next to the man’s head before dipping lower, lips trailing Taekwoon’s jawline. The elder had found his way again to grab the rapper’s hair again, tugging him away from his jaw, to his lips where they met, the type of kiss having changed to a chastised kiss, which was making both their hearts race like crazy. When they had to break apart, panting heavily, Taekwoon licked his lips in a teasing manner, before he found the strength to push the man off him, swiftly flipping both of them, making Wonshik lie on his back, glancing upwards at what seemed like a hungry predator animal.

“Let me do the work,” Taekwoon breathed, in his ear, before his hands slipped underneath Wonshik’s shirt, cold hands on warm skin, was enough to make the man shiver from the sudden temperature change but also the feelings building inside of him. A groan came from the rapper, who just glanced at the man, letting him do as he pleases, but something started to gnaw at him at the same time. Thoughts couldn’t properly process as Taekwoon kissed the man again, all while his hands are crawling upwards, feeling those trained pectorals underneath his hands. At the same time the rapper was fidgeting with Taekwoon’s sweatshirt, trying to lift that up. The elder pulled back from the kiss, staring down at Wonshik who softly placed his hands on his hips, giving him a pouty look. The guy rolled his eyes at the younger man, before leaning backwards, pulling his sweatshirt over his head, feeling how the other’s hands went upwards.

“Don’t,” Taekwoon warned when he threw the shirt off to the side, gaining him a puzzled look on from the other man, before he dipped down again, nuzzling the man’s neck. That was for Wonshik enough to bring them both up in a sitting position, holding the other man close. His guess was that Taekwoon wasn’t as confident about his body, especially when Wonshik used to sit there sometimes for hours talking to him about how his binge eating wasn’t the best idea. It gradually started to become better, but he figured out it was still difficult for him in private, especially when they now are being this intimate together. Eventhough all that, Wonshik still started to press soft kisses on Taekwoon’s collarbones, lower to his chest, showering him silent praises. It was enough for the other to smile again, pulling the rapper off his body again. “Wait.”

Taekwoon rolled of the other guy, strutting towards a cabinet, where he had earlier found condoms and packages of lube. He strode back towards the bed, but not before he teasingly losing his sweatpants, seeing how Wonshik bit his lip seeing just that. The rapper in his turn pulled his shirt off, watching how Taekwoon elegantly moved back onto the bed, wiping a strand of hair away from his eyes. The elder softly pushed the man onto the mattress, placing the goods near close to them, before leaning down, kissing Wonshik. Taekwoon’s hand caressed down, softly pressing on the guy’s semi hard-on, tracing the outline of it, making the other muffled moan at that. Both hands started to work on Wonshik’s slacks, pulling them off completely. That was when Taekwoon sat up, staring down at the guy, before grinding his ass down on the man’s cock, repeatedly, making the man groan. The vocalist, proceeded to take both their underwear off, to which the younger slightly spread his legs, so Taekwoon sat better, but it was an automatic reaction.

“Taekwoon, I’ve never –,” Wonshik mumbled, when he saw Taekwoon reach for the package of lube, to which the elder pressed a finger to the rapper’s lips, before leaning down. “Let me do the work,” Taekwoon repeated himself, opening the package of lube, to coat his fingers, some of it spilling on Wonshik’s new side tattoo.

The next moment the rapper’s mouth was agape at the sight in front of him. Taekwoon sat there on top of him, a finger he had just coated in lube, slowly pushing into his own ass, seemingly with ease. At that Wonshik couldn’t help, but moan his hands finding its way onto the elder’s hips, holding him into place, while also softly running circles on his hips, seeing how his face was slightly contorted, at the foreign intrusion.

“Take it easy,” Wonshik assured him, to which Taekwoon just coyly grinned, smugly adding another finger, bouncing up and down on his own fingers, while glaring down at the younger. Taekwoon bit his lip, mentally preparing himself for the other man’s cock which he could feel brush against his hand with every move. A third finger was pressed in, Taekwoon’s breath hitching while moving up and down. The rapper’s name rolled over the man’s lips, while he kept pleasuring himself, much to the annoyance of Wonshik. His hand wrapped around the elder’s cock, slowly stroking it, to which Taekwoon just stopped, panting while pulling his fingers out.

Rustling noises of the condom package was filling the room as Taekwoon ripped one open, rolling it over the younger’s cock who followed every movement carefully. The vocalist opened the other package, more lube to make sure this would go as smoothly as possible, as he smeared it over the younger man’s condom, both getting messy from it in the process. Taekwoon places his hands firmly on Wonshik’s hips, who in his turn pulls up his legs at little to make sure the elder would be comfortable. The elder took a deep breath before grabbing the man’s cock, slowly easing himself onto it, with a loud moan following. A few deep breaths followed before he started circling his hips around, making sure he was at ease. Languidly he moved up and down as a try, moaning loudly at the first movements, before he repositioned himself in a squat trying to get himself off at that rate, but while hearing the younger male’s deep voice become even hoarser as usual. Taekwoon bit his lip while moving, feeling how Wonshik’s hands had found their way again to his hips.

“Hyung, wait,” Wonshik growled, letting go of the man’s hips before pushing himself up in a sitting position. Following, he tugged the man closer making the elder squeal at the sensation of the younger’s cock brushing right there against his prostate. The man wrapped his arms around the rapper’s neck, making eye contact with him. “Never knew you could be this tiring,” Wonshik joked, a smug grin pulling at his lips, to which he got a playful snarl in return, before the younger wiped a strand of hair out of Taekwoon’s eyes, pressing a soft kiss on his nose. That was before the rapper firmly wrapped his arms around the man, flipping them over in a swift movement, without pulling out of him.

Taekwoon had his mouth agape at the suddenness, especially at how smooth Wonshik was at this. This was something very unexpected from the man, but welcoming nonetheless. Things even became better when the younger was considerate enough to put the third unused pillow underneath the hollow part of his back.

“How did you even?” Taekwoon tried to ask, but had difficulty expressing himself, to which the other just grinned smugly, leaning in to press a kiss on his mouth.

“I could ask you the same about how you were pleasuring yourself,” Wonshik replied afterwards, pressing himself upwards while glancing down at the man underneath him. Taekwoon blushed at that before he felt Wonshik positioning his legs around his hips. The younger male moved out just a bit before thrusting back, repeating the motion at a slow pace, testing the waters. That was before he picked up a steadier pace, thrusting harder at the same time, while leaning over the elder man. Taekwoon couldn’t control his legs as they frantically moved around in the air at the younger’s movements. Wonshik had to take a break, letting lean down to Taekwoon, pressing a teasing kiss on his lips.

“Where did you learn to do that? You were saying you had never!” Taekwoon moaned, staring at the man above him who just snickered at the question before licking his lips, thinking of an answer to the question.

“Experimenting,” was the panted reply before he cocked his brow – in a way that made Taekwoon literally moan – before continuing, “care to tell me where you learnt how to pleasure yourself like that?”

“Same as you,” Taekwoon shyly admitted as Wonshik moved his hips again, indicating he was ready for another go.

Without further ado, the rapper lifted Taekwoon’s hips up from the bed, before thrusting in, at a slow pace at first, but it didn’t take long before he sped up in his actions, along with the roughness of his thrusts. Taekwoon’s hands had were grabbing everywhere from Wonshik’s hair to the sheets, all while his upper body is arching up at the sensation of the younger hitting spot on his prostate over and over. The high-pitched moans that escaped his lips were slowly turning almost inaudible while he was seeing stars behind his eyelids. Who had ever expected that the shy rapper would be this good in bed? Taekwoon’s legs were up in the air, spastically moving as he was getting very close to a much-needed release, only that was for Wonshik the moment to yet again have a pause as he was getting sloppy in his movements. Gently he placed Taekwoon’s hip back down on the pillow, before leaning against the elder’s collarbone.

“You okay, hyung?” he asked, smiling as he glanced up only to see a sweaty Taekwoon with hair strands glued to his forehead.

“How are you this good in bed?” Taekwoon panted out, glancing down at the sweaty man, who just shrugged at the compliment before pushing himself upwards again, eyes seeming to scan Taekwoon’s face for any concerning signs.

“Are you ok? Tell me if I need to slow down or anything,” Wonshik uttered out, nuzzling against Taekwoon’s cheek, lazily pressing kisses there. Taekwoon couldn’t help, affectionately petting the younger’s hair.

“I’m fine. I’m just surprised at your skills,” Taekwoon replied, which made Wonshik spark up, looking at the man underneath him with extra confidence and a boyish smile on top of that.

“I can show you more if you want,” he teased to which Taekwoon just raised his eyebrows at, which was enough for the younger to have a confirmation that he’s interested.

Wonshik propped himself up again, sitting on the back of his knees while grabbing Taekwoon’s legs, placing both on his shoulders, before leaning in above the elder, who just stared at him in surprise. He couldn’t even make a comment on it, since Wonshik started to thrust in and out, gently at first before he pushed himself in the right position, after which it became a hard, rough tempo, calculated and hitting Taekwoon’s prostate time and time again. It was enough for Taekwoon become an incoherent blabbering mess underneath the rapper who glared down at him with gritted teeth, but still a gentle spark in his eyes. The elder man felt his orgasm wash over, like a wave on a shore. He came all over his tummy, some even on Wonshik’s toned stomach. Wonshik stopped in his tracks, watching Taekwoon lying there completely spent. He was about to pull out when he felt a hand wrapped around his wrist.

“Don’t pull out,” Taekwoon moaned, glancing at the man who looked taken aback by the request.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you,” Wonshik panted, leaning down to brush hair away from Taekwoon’s face, concern all over his face.

“I-I can t-take it,” Taekwoon stammered, slightly ashamed to admit he’s into being overstimulated. He bit his lip as he watched Wonshik nod in agreement. The younger started his slow rhythm again before picking up that insanely pace that made Taekwoon lose his mind, even when he’s already spent like this. The pain from the overstimulation was the antidote that Taekwoon needed to come from his high. Not too long after Wonshik came, falling completely exhausted on top of the older male who just couldn’t contain a giggle at that point.

“You’re a god,” Taekwoon muttered, grabbing Wonshik’s hips tightly, before his hands trailed upwards, feeling up the tense muscles of his back slowly relaxing as he too was coming down from his high. Wonshik grinned against the man’s skin, kissing the soft skin afterwards. He pulled himself upwards, before maneuvering himself out of the man rolling next to Taekwoon, head sinking into the pillow. Wonshik found the last bit of willpower to stand up, rolling the condom of himself before disappearing into the bathroom. Some faint rumbling went on there before he re-appeared with a towel, walking over to their suitcases to take out a new pair of underwear for both, along with sleepwear. Taekwoon just tiredly stares at the guy as he approached him, softly wiping the semen of his body, before dressing the man into pajamas. He did the same for himself before crawling next to the elder into bed.

“Are you sure you will be ok tomorrow?” Wonshik questioned, looking at the man who just hummed in response before falling asleep. The rapper just giggled, helping the guy to be underneath the sheets before peacefully falling asleep himself.

–

As Taekwoon was waggling his way onto the breakfast table, he could feel Wonshik trailing behind him. Right before they sat down, he could feel Wonshik’s breath on his neck. The whole morning already he had been teasing the elder man by kissing him or leaving suggestive touches, to the point he was becoming annoying.

“Wonshik, what?” Taekwoon complained, turning to the younger who had a big grin on his face, before he leaned in closer.

“We should repeat that when we’re back home,” he whispered back, lips grazing past the man’s ear, before proudly walking away to the staff that was with them.

He was a problem, he is a problem and he will stay a problem.

[jarvixx]

Are you alright?

Hello. Yes I’m alright. Just on the biggest writer’s block ever sadly. 

[jarvixx]

shape of you

pairing: seseok (Yongseok x Seyoung) rating: nc-17 word: 987 notes: no vixx for once, but Cross Gene! (please give them also some love) Also on AO3 - AFF

Breathless moans mingled with loud kissing sounds filled the heated chamber. Soft lips traced a path from ear to jaw, a tongue poking out at the underside of the other's jaw. A particular shiver ran over the other's body, leaving him with his mouth slack, trying to calm his raging breathing with no success. His hand found it's way to his teasing partner's hair, pulling hard enough to hurt his scalp. "Ah, Seyoung," he hoarsely moaned, arching his body off the mattress when the other sucked on a particularly sensitive spot, right at the junction where his jaw meets his neck.

Seyoung's hand found it's way to the other's bare hip, grabbing the soft flesh there, just enough to drive the other to the brink of madness. His thumb trailed the outline of the black ink there, having it memorised from all those times before. He dug his nails deeper into his partner's skin, leaving small crescents there, showing his marked territory along with the endless marks left in his neck. The elder ground his hips hard against the other's. A distinctive high-pitched whine filled the room, loud enough to make Seyoung clasp a hand over his lover's mouth. "Yongie…What did I tell you about being loud?" Seyoung breathed against the flushed skin of the other male, "So…loud. You don't want to wake up the whole block, or do you? Attracting an audience is something you love, right?"

"Fuck… you," Yongseok stammered out after Seyoung retracted his hand, his own tightening even more in Seyoung's hair, the other gripping Seyoung's hip in return. "Don't you mean 'Fuck me'?" Seyoung returned, a cheeky grin displayed on his face before licking a stripe of sweat of Yongseok's throat. The younger, normally ready to retort a witty remark, stayed silent, breathing heavily. "Thought so."

He ground his hips another time against Yongseok's, creating a friction that was driving both of them insane, they needed more, now. The elder pulled back off, elbows on each side of the younger's head, staring him dead in the eye. Seyoung leaned in closer, lips hovering over the other's, grinning slightly when he noticed how he was anticipating everything, every kiss, every hand landing on his skin leaving a bruise, every fingertip ghosting over his body, everything. "Have you prepared yourself?" Seyoung whispered, rolling his hips painfully slow against Yongseok's crotch. A faint nod came from the younger who wrapped his arms around the other's body. "Good boy."

The younger pushed himself up a little, pressing his lips against Seyoung's, kissing him needy, hooking one leg over the other's hips. The kiss was rough, bruising, leaving one another breathless, panting while saliva dribbles down their chins. He wanted to ensure himself that Yongseok was indeed worked up enough for him, gazing into his eyes, Seyoung found the lust and passion in there that was needed to fire everything up. In a swift manoeuvre Seyoung was pushing himself in, lips relocated back to Yongseok's weak spot, softly kissing it, followed by an occasional lick or suck to soothe the initial stretch burn. A few heartbeats passed between them, Seyoung looking down at the younger male. One hand placed on his hip the other was searching Yongseok's to intertwine their fingers for a moment, while their bodies were pressed flush against each other. He patiently waited for any sign to start moving.

When Yongseok started to move himself around a little it woke Seyoung up from his little daze, letting their hands go and pushing himself up on his hands, hovering high above the younger man. He moved his hips, slowly in and out, an agonising pace, leaving Yongseok a wanting and whining mess underneath him. That was for the elder the sign to dive down, biting his lover's ears passionately, in the way only he was allowed to do. His nibbling was enough to make the other squirm underneath him. That was enough for the elder to move his hands, gripping Yongseok's hips tightly while sitting more upright. He took a deep breath, still rutting at a slow pace before looking down, licking his lips. His tongue stayed a little poked out of his mouth while he gave a hard thrust, enough to make Yongseok arch off the mattress, closing his eyes, mouth going slack while he let out the highest noise he could even muster with such a hoarse voice.

Seyoung was relentless, picking up a rhythm that was hard and fast. He fought himself not to throw his head back, because he wanted his focus all on the younger male who had his face in a beautiful contorting. "I'm… I'm… close," Yongseok stuttered out, grabbing the sheets tighter, his body tensing up, body off the mattress. "Do it," Seyoung growled lowly, nails digging in deeper in the younger's hip while another wrapped around his shaft, stroking him until he came, the elder's name on his lips.

The elder pulled out again, crawling over to the younger who was panting, even hiccuping while slowly cracking his eyes open to look at the other. With a grin Seyoung leaned in, taking his ear between his teeth, nibbling softly on it while Yongseok's hand travelled down his own abdomen, grabbing a hold of his own shaft. "Let me help you with that," were the hoarse words the younger could manage to speak.

The following morning Seyoung woke up first, his nose trailing down from Yongseok's neck to his shoulders, lips landing on the black ink there. He slowly kissed the English word there, while his arm wrapped, protectively, around his lover. He found the other's hand slowly moving upwards to intertwine their fingers together. "I love you," Seyoung mumbled, feeling underneath his lips how the younger had a shiver running down his spine. The groan he got from Yongseok followed with the faint mutter of an 'I love you too', was enough confirmation for him.

[jarvixx]

error

pairing: wontaek rating: pg-13 words: 612 notes: also on ao3

Beeps resounded through the halls left and right, until a scream pierced it.

Taekwoon stood there, looking through the window sighing deeply before lowering his head in defeat. How could it have gone wrong? It was just a simple trip. He didn’t even notice the steps closing in on him, until he heard a deep voice wake him up from his trance.

“He will be fine, Taekwoon,” the voice said, making him look up at the source, only to find a guy standing there with a tiny smile plastered on his face, showing off the dimple in his cheek. It only made Taekwoon exhale even more desperate, looking back through the big window.

“Hakyeon takes the best care of him,” the voice said again, but noticed the lack of interest Taekwoon was showing.

“I know he does, Hongbin. He’s the best scientist,” Taekwoon finally replied, while he glanced out of the corners of his eyes. Hongbin was leaning against the window, facing his friend on this side of the window, but also on the other side.

Hakyeon was currently checking on the machines, currently adhering the cybernetic arms of the blond male to his body. Said male was screaming out in pain when one of the needles was scorching his skin near the attachment of the arm. Luckily for him his eyes were still bandaged, having them lost too. Hakyeon hadn’t had the time to work on the new eye implants. The scream coming whenever the heat touched his skin, made Taekwoon’s stomach churn, making him want to run out of these halls to the nearest exit, but he was nailed. Hakyeon was saving his friend – his (at the time) one-sided love – from having to live without limbs and eyes.

If it wasn’t Hakyeon who first approached him after they had brought his barely breathing body in, he wouldn’t have been here in the first place, but somewhere left and forgotten by the world. He had been brought in with both arms ripped off his body and eyes stabbed out. All which was supposed to happen was just a quick job of taking out some illegal weapon traders, but turned into a nightmare.

“I can’t watch or hear it anymore,” Taekwoon mumbled finally, covering his ears with his – own – cybernetic hands which he had been given years ago after a less terrible accident.

“Wonshik will make it, trust me,” Hongbin repeated again, only this time the name struck with Taekwoon who glanced up again. No more machines working on the arms, no more piercing scream filling the empty hallways, only utter and complete silence with occasionally a beep sounding in the distance.

Wonshik was lying silently again on the bed, his breathing calm and peaceful, along with the heartbeat shown on the monitor. Hakyeon wasn’t in the room anymore and soon a door opened, the scientist appearing through it looking at the two.

“Hongbin, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be working on Sanghyuk’s new leg?” Hakyeon questioned, before turning to see his friend standing there, miserable after all these days.

“You can’t see him yet. He needs to rest. These daily sessions of checking on his vitals, restoring the attachments are exhausting him,” Hakyeon informed him, his speech consoling.

“When will I be able?” Taekwoon almost yelled in a desperate state, but he remembered where they are, keeping his voice low.

“Soon enough, Taekwoon,” Hakyeon stated soothing, placing his hand on his friend’s shoulder, searching for his eyes. When he couldn’t find them, since they were focused on Wonshik, he let go of him, grabbing Hongbin by the shoulders to let the man alone in the middle of the hallway.

[jarvixx]

[wonshik b-day drabbles 4/4] game of lords

rating: pg-13 wonshik-centric x female reader words: 471 notes: last part of the b-day drabbles. And yes, I on purpose left it like that there. #HAPPYRAVIDAY [1st] [2nd] [3rd]

A black tightly fitting jacket, perfectly tailored for the man’s broad shoulders and muscular chest, was the first she saw when entering the room. The white collar and chest detailing caught her eye the next second. The golden buttons and lining of the jacket reflecting in the faint light of the candles illuminating the room. Medallions on display on his left side.

 He sat up there on the big oak throne, staring down with legs slightly spread and arms comfortably resting on the arms of it. At first his eyes seemed uninteresting, until he noticed her walking in. A lopsided grin crawled onto his face, while his eyes suddenly had a noticeable spark in them, making him visibly relaxed in his chair.

 ‘Well, well,’ he started of lifting his head upwards while giving her another look from head to toe.

 ‘My Lord Wonshik, we found the thief who tried to steal from your store,’ one of the men who brought her mumbled, giving her a slight push forward.

 ‘I expected scum, not such a pretty appearance,’ was the first thing he said while standing up from his throne, straightening his suit before take two quick strides over to her, lifting her chin up to look each other in the eye. He wasn’t lying, getting confirmation while looking in her eyes.

 ‘What do we do with her? Will you handle this or do we hand her over to the police forces?’ the same guy spoke, getting shushed by the lord with a quick wave of his free hand.

 ‘I will do this,’ Wonshik replied ultimately, dismissing his person guards to leave them alone in his room. ‘I know what you’re thinking. What does a simple lord do with a throne and some guards? The throne is pure for the giggles while the guards are exactly for troublemakers like you.’

 ‘Stop touching me,’ she retorted finally pulling her head away from his gaze. Wonshik just raised his eyebrow quickly, before placing his hands on his back again.

 ‘I can give you two options. You give me my stolen goods back and I will clear your name throughout the whole village. Option two: I will tell the police forces and you will be locked up for a while,’ he continued, seriously talking like he normally does to people. The next move was sudden, just a bright idea out of nowhere. He was up close to here, face to face, breaths fanning over each other. Underneath his presence he noticed how she was crippling inside. The next second her hands landed on his chest almost closing the gap between the two of them.

 ‘You can do whatever you want,’ he started before moving his lips, ghosting faintly over her cheek to her ear, ‘if you promise to give my belongings back and be a good girl.’

[jarvixx]

[wonshik b-day drabbles 3/4] mornings

rating: pg wonshik-centric ( x unidentified person ‘they/them’) words: 422 notes: his birthday is over in Korea but not yet here and in some places of the world. yet the last one will be out tomorrow I guess. #HAPPYRAVIDAY #HAPPYRAVERMANDAY [1st] [2nd] [4th] 

The smell of fresh coffee wafted through the open door of the bedroom, making Wonshik stir underneath his blankets. Slowly he was gaining consciousness, his eyes still glued together he tried to throw himself on the other shoulder. His working schedule was screwed up badly, staying up all night was not a good plan.

 He clung completely to pillow, grabbing it tightly trying to fall asleep, but slowly his ears started to pick up the noise. The brewing of coffee was going on while the soft faint noises of some re-run of a drama was playing on the TV in the living-room. His eyes were slowly opening, shutting almost immediately again when the bright rays of sun were in his vision. A loud groan was all that could escape his mouth, while rolling another time. All he wanted was some more sleep!

 He stretched out slightly, opening his eyes. He was wide awake. There was no chance for him getting back to sleep, so all he could was lain down for a few more moments, studying the wonders of the ceiling. Though he couldn’t get rid of the covers yet, they were too cosy to even ditch.

 Soft feet padded towards the bedroom door, making him glance at it. He saw them, staring at the musician whose hair was ruffled up badly due to sleep. They were wearing one of his older oversized t-shirts of “Stussy”, sporting it like it was their own. Underneath nothing but a short glimpse of a pair of old boxer briefs of him was what caught his eye even more. A faint smirk was forming on his lips, while he pushed himself up, warm covers dropping off his body. A shiver runs over his spine since the air around them was still chilly.

 They were leaning against the doorframe, looking at the shivering guy in bed, shirtless and tattoo on display.

 ‘Morning,’ they said, sipping from the steaming mug of coffee, smell invading Wonshik’s nose. He would love a sip of brew to wake up properly. Wonshik beckoned them closer to him, patting the place next to him on the bed. They raised an eyebrow at the action but gladly strode over to him, sitting down only to have the mug roughly taken out of their hands. The hot liquid burning in his throat, giving him the booster he needed to wake up.

 ‘Morning, love,’ was the reply when he had enough, placing the mug on the nightstand before dragging them down in bed, ‘I want cuddles.’

[jarvixx]

[wonshik b-day drabbles 2/4] like it like that

rating: pg-13 wonshik-centric and reader (reader is you and unspecified so fill in yourself) words: 270 notes: second part of the Ravi bday drabbles series. check the 1st one here. #HAPPYRAVIDAY #HAPPYRAVERMANDAY [1st] [3rd] [4th]

Droplets of sweat were rolling down the side of his face. Slightly suffocated by the lack of air from underneath the face-protect while he kept wielding the pieces together for the reparations of his motorcycle. He lifts the protection, look at his creation before smiling.

 Somehow he started to sway his hips, moving slowly to a rhythm in his head, which was sensual. His hips started to pick up in movement, rolling faster to the beat. His body warmed up rapidly, making his hands go down to the zipper of his overall, opening it slightly at first. He bit his lip while dancing through his workplace. His helmet was discarded on the bench along with the wielding device.

 That was when you came in, walking up to the doorpost, leaning against while watching him dance around without music, but with the soft hum of bass voice trembling through the air. The gloves got thrown onto the bench, making a spray-can topple over to the floor. His hands were dragging the zipper down until it was halfway down his stomach, his muscular chest on full display.

 His eyes suddenly landed on you, turning darker while fluently dancing his way over to your spot. Big hands find their way onto your hips while moving closer, still swaying those sinful hips to the song playing his head. He leans in, breath fanning over your neck, bass sounds pounding against the skin, making you shiver eagerly.

 ‘You like it?’ his voice rasped out, pushing your frame against the nearest wall, rolling those hips against yours.

 ‘Yes,’ was the faint stutter leaving your mouth.

 ‘Good.’

[jarvixx]

[wonshik b-day drabbles 1/4] Football prince

rating: pg wonshik-centric (wontaek) words: 1065 notes: first drabble for Ravi’s birthday 0215! check the others later (today or in the week) #HAPPYRAVIDAY #HAPPYRAVERMANDAY [2nd] [3rd] [4th]

‘We got 45minutes left to turn this game around. If we win, we’re almost certain to be champions of the college league, otherwise it all comes down next week,’ the coach pep-talked to his players. 10 of them still huffing after the intense first half of the game, while the goalkeeper was huddled in a corner feeling terrible about letting that one ball slip out of his hands, giving a goal away to the opponents. The other 7 were just listening, probably had to prepare for a run next to the field soon after the whistle for the second half.

 Once on the field again the substitutes all huddled together on the bench, hiding in their thick coats while watching their teammates work hard. After a while 3 guys were asked to start their warm-up run, soon followed with 2 more guys, leaving only the substitute goalkeeper on the bench and…

 ‘Wonshik! Get up and start warming up,’ the assistant yelled at him, shaking him out of his daze. As quickly as he could he shed the coat, grabbing a fluorescent vest to start his jog next to the field. The actual chance of him getting between the lines is barely existing, knowing the others with him are way better picks. Two of them are defenders; 2 midfielders that are versatile; a quick attacker and then there was him. How he even got into the first team was always a question mark to him considering he doesn’t have all the capacities others had. He could pass a ball around, crossing it to the other side. His shooting was decent, but predictable for any trained goalkeeper. He knew he would never be able to play more than 5 minutes.

 ‘Wonshik!’ the assistant yelled again, making him turn round, right as he was about to sprint to the corner flag. ‘Yes?’ he replied, looking at the assistant. ‘You need to get ready. You’re going in,’ the man said without further ado, turning to the head-coach to discuss tactics. Wonshik returned eventually to the bench, grabbing his shin-guards to put them underneath his – way too high – pulled up socks. His vest and training jacket where shed, leaving him in his black undergarment shirt, while the goalkeeper on the bench gave him his official shirt. He was still pulling it over his head while the assistant practically dragged him to the mid-line, where they had to go on the field.

 ‘Just keep the position that Sanghyeob had, okay?’ the coach muttered to him, making him even more nervous, until he saw the named player run of the field, holding onto his shoulder, giving his substitute a pat on the back. Wonshik ran on the field, immediately to the referee to check if his boots were following the rules. When he got an “okay” from the ref he ran to his spot, glancing to the side seeing how Sanghyeob walked towards the locker-room.

 At first everything went well. All of his passes got to their destination, playing his role as it should.

 When only 5 minutes were left, with a score of 1-1 they had to push harder to get the lead and become champions tonight. Wonshik did a sprint to the second post, eyes focusing on the ball. The moment he could hit the ball he tripped over a defender’s foot falling face first. The next moment everything happened in a blur. The next second he was on the pitch, face in the dirty, languidly stretched there trying to gaze up. The other his teammates were storming towards him, making him squirm and curl up in a ball, thinking they were going to yell at him for missing such a chance. Only suddenly he feels weight on top of him and guys yelling in his ear.

 ‘You fucking did it, bro!’

 ‘You scored! You clumsy!’

 ‘Wonshik, boy you are getting us the title!’

 He crawled back onto his feet only to have more teammates yelling congrats at him. His eyes cast up to the scoreboard.

Minutes: 86. Seconds: 45, 46, 47, 48… Score: 2-1. Scorers Out: Moon Seonmin. Scorers Home: Lim Minhyeok, Kim Wonshik.

 That was a moment that made him freeze for a second, leaving him frozen on his half, knowing he would have to play quickly again and defend this lead for a while.

 --

‘We’re the champions, my frieeeeend~,’ his teammates were singing, some already drunk with bottle of soju clasped in their hands, while Wonshik was curled in a corner, busy to get his clothes back on, but whenever he tried to put his shirt on a mate grabbed him by the shoulders dragging him in for a moment. Once they didn’t pay attention to him, he crawled back, trying another time. It failed again, so a little annoyed he walked out of the locker-room, into the empty hallways. Well not that empty since the paramedics where putting their stuff away and some students had sneaked their way inside, only to be carried out by guards.

 Dressed in only jeans and sneakers he walks out into a quiet hallway. He took a breather from all the hysteria from their championship win. Of course he’s happy, but his teammates are becoming a little too wild with him.

 ‘Didn’t know I would catch you here.’

 The voice was familiar to Wonshik, making him turn his head at the source. The familiar face leaning further down the hallway against the wall was enough to draw a smile onto his face.

 ‘Hi.’

 ‘Nice display,’ the voice continued pushing themselves off the wall, stridin- no limping over to him. Wonshik raised is eyebrows in shock. Since when were they limping… and had a cast around their foot?

 ‘Thanks,’ Wonshik replied when they were coming face-to-face.

 ‘I mean your body,’ they said, pointing at the bare chest of Wonshik who turned red at the action, quickly putting on his shirt, looking at the familiar face.

 ‘… And on the field,’ was added afterwards, making Wonshik blush.

 For a long moment the two were staring at each other, examining their faces. It’s been a while since they had been this close.

 ‘It’s… good to see you,’ they said, gazing at the guy’s eyes before leaning closer, wrapping their arms around him. For a good, solid minute the two stood there in – almost – utter silence. ‘I missed you.’

 ‘I missed you too… Taekwoon.’

[jarvixx]

Human

pairing: wontaek rating: pg-13 (at least for this) words: 1229w note: based on deus ex universe [for more notes see the ao3 version]

The golden sunset glow spreads across the skyscrapers. Overtime they only expanded in height, becoming higher and higher each passing year. When he casted his eyes over the balcony, his stomach churned, the height making this seem unrealistic. Nothing is as it was before, when buildings were high and dense, but not to the point there were bridges between towers, some stacked above each other. People want to live high up, seeing the sun reflecting, instead of being stuck in the sinister alleys from the low. What happens down there, better stays… there.

He leans more over the railing, lighting up a cigarette between his fingers. It still freaks him out they aren’t exactly his. His breath hitches for a moment before bringing it to his lips, inhaling the smoke. The burn is still there, along with rush of the nicotine to his brains. It’s enough to remember his humanity, maybe not the human he was before, but he still is. There is still flesh on his bones... or at least there were there is still bone left. When the burning sensation becomes painful, he exhales deeply, letting all the toxic gas out of his system again.

Footsteps cautiously approach him, but he didn’t feel the urge to glance back, knowing exactly who appeared there.

“You’re overthinking again,” the peaceful voice behind him stated. He rolled his eyes upwards, watching the last clouds are floating, a soft white painted against all the gold. A small smile creeped on his lips, while a low chuckle left his mouth.

“I didn’t know you could do that, Taekwoon” he replied, slowly turning to cast a glance over his shoulder.

“Read your mind? It’s not in my capabilities. Reading your body language, on the flipside is as easy as a book, Wonshik,” Taekwoon answered contemplative, pronouncing his name clearly.

“Tell me more.”

“You’re smoking again. All you want is to feel like you used to be before all this. Your mind wanders off to the live down, where you have to watch your sixes or your throat will be slit over,” Taekwoon continues, crossing his arms behind his back while taking measured steps forward to the railing.

“That was a gruesome way to phrase the last bit, but you might be awfully right,” Wonshik muttered, changing his position, making him lean sideways against the railing, cigarette balancing over it. He tipped his finger on the end, making the ashes fall gracefully down, into the darkness. He never quite comprehended the man, more specifically the reason they got to this point together.

“You need to let your anger out. Surpressing it will only make it worse,” the raven-haired remarked, his small, feline eyes scanning the steel constructions around them.

“Should I be more like you? Punching in walls when everything goes against?” Wonshik snarled, looking away from the man to the inside of their complex. The chilly breeze hits his bare chest, giving him goosebumps. If he could only feel them again on his arms; see how the tiny hairs stand up.

“The incident was a single occasion, you know that,” Taekwoon insisted in an icy tone, glancing to the silver haired man next to him from the corners of his eyes, “I know how you feel. You’re angry – no – you’re enraged. You feel as if they have turned you into a monster, while we both know it was for a greater ca-.”

“Greater cause? Are you calling this a greater cause?” Wonshik interrupted him, the cigarette dropping from his fingers onto the concrete of their balcony, holding his hands in front of their faces. Taekwoon stayed silent, just focusing his eyes on Wonshik’s arms.

Instead of limbs made out of muscle-tissue, flesh, skin and bones, a pair of carbonized cybernetic arm prostheses, created from light-weighted metals and polymers. Electro-stimulated cables – myomers as they are called – replace the musculature a normal person would have. Only these arms exceeded in power. The ability to punch through concrete walls scared him to say the least. Even if they treat him nicely, he never wished for this to begin with.

“You were dying, Wonshik. You lost too much blood,” Taekwoon finally exhaled, also turning away from the scenery of the sun sinking finally behind the horizon.

“You should have let me die instead of giving me these,” he concluded, ready to walk inside until he heard the sound of contorted metal from the railing. In a fraction of a second he turned on his heels to see Taekwoon gripping the railing with an indescribable force. Of course, he had forgotten there for a moment he also had these augmentations. Unlike Wonshik, he had only his underarms replaced, but lost a leg completely.

“Stop being so stubborn and accept what you’ve become Wonshik. Don’t you ever think there was more about saving you? We never wanted you to become alike, because we know your enormous dislike for augmentations. The fact you’re still alive and breathing …” Taekwoon fumed from the railing before turning around with a murderous glare.

Terrified Wonshik stuck to his place, solemnly to feel a wave of emotions wash over him. Taekwoon had never become furious with him before, only ever becoming this when a loved one was endangered or threatened. More seconds ticked by until Taekwoon’s glare wavered, averting his eyes. Crestfallen Wonshik sank to the floor, leaning against the cold, solid glass next to their balcony door. Maybe Taekwoon was right. He should accept what he’s become. If it wasn’t for these they wouldn’t even be together anymore. Wonshik more than likely wouldn’t be around if they didn’t bring him back in.

“Y-You’re right,” Wonshik stammered, glancing up, seeing Taekwoon had calmed down again, regaining his normal, stoic presence, “I wouldn’t be here without these or the retinal prosthesis.”

“Let’s get inside,” Taekwoon said, turning away from the barrier, striding back inside, leaving the darkness outside, to step into luminescence. Wonshik swiftly crawled back on his feet, entering the warmth again, hearing the door shut behind them.

“You should get some sleep.”

“You didn’t finish. Why am I still alive and breathing?” Wonshik earnestly questioned, eyes expectantly following Taekwoon who was about to walk out of the room, into the so-called study area. The older man stopped in his tracks, turning around.

“You know why. Everything we did before we became… this. Don’t you remember? As far as I know they didn’t wipe your memory,” Taekwoon mumbled the last part. “They didn’t, because all the memories I have are preserved in my authentic, organic braincells,” Wonshik snorted, trying to make lift their spirits again after their argument. Taekwoon shook his head while glancing over to the other man, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Come here and kiss me.”

The bold statement of the silver-haired made his legs work on his own instead, crossing the room. Before either one of them registered properly what had been going on, their lips were touching. Taekwoon’s hands had found their way to Wonshik’s cheeks, helping him tilt his head in the right angle for both of them. Wonshik’s hands were finding its way to rest on Taekwoon’s exposed hipbones, noticing the shiver running over his torso right away. Their chaste kiss didn’t last for long, but enough for both of them to feel, for a brief moment, more human than they are currently.

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wontaek; good boy

length: 2398w genre: pwp rating: nc-17 warnings: toys, rimming, bondage, daddy kink, praise kink

don’t like, don’t read it’s really … quite a bit

taekwoon is tired of the constant “eye-fucking” between jaehwan and his (not jaehwan’s!) boyfriend, wonshik.

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wontaek; untitled #1

rating: pg, there’s not much romance/fluff-ish(?)

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{untitled}

chabin; pg. a/n: this was originally going to be a spin-off series of a wontaek college au but I lost bits of the original line-out and didn’t bother re-writing it. 

When Hongbin met him, he was immediately head over heels.

It was a regular day for him. After a day long of wandering around, taking pictures for his new photography project of everyday moments. In the late afternoon he walked in the cafe he always went to, mostly thanks to the fact Sanghyuk's roommate offers him free coffee once in a while.

When he entered the little bell above the door ringed, making him smile slightly, getting used to it. Also Taekwoon, Sanghyuk's silent roommate, stood behind the counter, quirking his eyebrow to him before turning around. Hongbin stepped up to it, but before he even said a word, the other male started: "normal latte caramel with extra chocolate."

Hongbin couldn't help but smile his 1000watt one, making the elder shake his head at it. "How's Wonshik?" Taekwoon asked, always curious about his roommate.

"He's fine. Why do you ask?" Hongbin retorted, curiosity gnawing at the edges of his consciousness. He knows he shouldn't interfere with this guy's life, but it was roommate that slipped into the conversation.

"Just because," Taekwoon answered, placing Hongbin's order in front of him with a blush on his face. The photographer had a teasing smirk on his face along with a playful spark dancing in his eyes when he turned away with his drink.

That's when his eyes landed on the guy for the first time.

In a corner of the cafe, he sat with his thick rimmed glasses pushed high up on his nose. His cute, slightly unnatural nose that fitted him perfect for some strange reason. His dark brown hair had this light wave, making it look like he just got out of his bed. The light blue button up shirt made the gorgeous bronzen skin stand out more.

"Taekwoon-hyung, do you know that guy?" Hongbin asked over his shoulder, turning around to see the elder appear behind him.

"Him?" Taekwoon questioned to be sure they talked about the same person in the corner. All the young man did was nodding, turning back around.

With delicate fingers the tanned male sipped from his coffee, looking up from the book that was on the table. For a few beats he looked out of the window, oblivious to the fact that two young males had their eyes on him.

"Further then his name I don't know. He isn't a regular, at least not during my shifts," was the answer, sparking something inside the photograper, abruptly turning around.

"Tell me his name and I will help you to set up something with Wonshikkie. You and Wonshik, on a date, he is a romantic guy," Hongbin teased, leaving Taekwoon there speechless, nailed to the floor for several seconds before he regained composture.

"Hakyeon. His name is Hakyeon."

Even when it was a faint whisper, lower then his regular soft voice, it was like the male in the corner noticed the two finally. A big, genuine smile appeared on his face before he looked down again, focusing on his book.

"Hakyeon."

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Routines

Taekwoon has a certain evening routine with Jiwoon. 

1562w, PG, set in the “Twitterpated” AU so wontaek

Taekwoon glances over his shoulder, looking at Wonshik playing with his phone, smiling to himself while he holds Jiwoon’s hand, leading him down the hall to his room. “Do I really need to sleep?” Jiwoon had asked even before leaving the living room, where he and Wonshik had played again superheroes (and poor Taekwoon got to be the villain once again).

“Yes, Jiwoon. Tomorrow you have to be in school where you can play with your friends there,” Taekwoon replied, ruffling his hair up, opening the door to the boy’s room.

“I like playing with Wonshik more,” Jiwoon complained, a disapproving look on his face. Taekwoon just chuckled a bit, helping the boy in his bed.

“Wonshik has to be in school tomorrow too,” was the reply that made Jiwoon sigh and fall into the bed.

In the mean time Wonshik had finished up all the energy on his game again, not amused that he still hadn’t passed this level and it frustrated him, especially since Sanghyuk teases him about being further ahead. He locked his phone, waiting for Taekwoon to return, only to hear a soft singing voice from down the hall, accompanied with a soft strums on an acoustic guitar. It spiked up his interest, making him leave the couch, tiptoeing his way down the hall. The voice he heard was unmistakably Taekwoon’s, soft and unique tone, floating through the air along with some easy chords. Lyrics were nothing more then a compilation of lines that definitely didn’t seem to match to a song he had ever heard before. He guessed it must be one of Taekwoon’s own compositions.

The guitar strums weren’t difficult, a typical pattern of a first grade chord, a fourth, fifth and a sixth, mostly in a classical order, sometimes a little twist by using the typical pop scheme. It was a pleasant listen for the student, who ended up leaning against the wall of the hallway, softly humming along in his bass voice. He wasn’t a vocal talent, but he had learnt over time to control his vocals a little, but he just wasn’t a singer.

With his eyes closed he kept humming the guitar melody, moving his head along the way to the rhythm.

“Wonshik, what are you doing?” Taekwoon asked, looking at the younger man with raised eyebrows, amused by how the other was humming on his own. He grinned to himself, seeing how he had another guy captivated with his music.

Wonshik shook his head, opening his eyes in a split second, flushing a bright red colour when he saw that Taekwoon was standing there, bemused watching his embarrassment. “Ah… I was… You were… playing music and … I liked it,” was the honest answer coming from the student, who was slowly being pressed against the wall of the hallway, Taekwoon looming dangerously close over him.

“Of course you would like it,” Taekwoon smiled, poking Wonshik’s nose only to leave the student behind in the hall, heading to his room, storing the acoustic guitar away again. He didn’t hear that Wonshik made his way over, noticing its storage place now. Keeping it in mind.

-

“Wonshik! Please! Let me stay awake longer!” Jiwoon whined, trying his best to convince the other male in letting him watch TV longer. Wonshik knew Taekwoon would probably punch him in the stomach if he would let his son do what the little boy wishes.

“Jiwoon, no little man, your dad doesn’t want that,” Wonshik sighed, looking at the boy who protested by crossing his arms over each other. The young student was completely defeated. He doesn’t have any experience with children, except this one, who could wrap him easily around his little finger. Wonshik knows from his classes that children around this age will always try things. He sighs deeply squatting in front of the boy who still sat on the couch, trying to watch whatever drama was playing in the background.

“You have to sleep now Jiwoon. I will sing for you!” Wonshik promised, smiling widely seeing the young boy flare up, standing on the couch. Only then the student realised what he had said. He isn’t a talent like Taekwoon is. Mentally he could face-palm himself for even saying something this stupid on his side, but now he can’t get away from it.

“Yes! Wonshik! I want to hear you sing!” Jiwoon shouted enthusiastically, jumping off the sofa, padding already down the hall to his room. Why did Taekwoon had to work longer today?

Wonshik couldn’t help, exhaling loudly when he followed the boy down the corridor to his room where he was already crawling into his bed. He stood there in the door, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck, remembering where Taekwoon had the guitar. He quickly moved away, going through Taekwoon’s room, blushing a little remembering what they had done there, before Jiwoon had interrupted them.

When Wonshik returned Jiwoon was sitting on his bed, already underneath his Captain America covers, waiting for the student to sing a song to him, happily clapping his hands when the student walked in with his dad’s instrument. He expectantly glanced up at the student who went to sit in front of the boy’s bed, on the fluffy soft carpet.

He wished Hongbin had been there. Over the time he went to the café he had learnt that Hongbin is a skilled guitarist, just a little rusty over time. Wonshik can’t play the guitar to safe his life. He had a better skill set on a piano then a guitar.

“Jiwoon… How does your dad place his hands when he plays this?” the student asks, grimacing at the young boy who just frowned upon the question.

“Don’t you know to play?” Jiwoon sounded amused by then, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, only to point better the positions his dad holds the guitar.

“Place that there. That there. Oh and that one there,” Jiwoon said, pointing at the same time. Wonshik softly strummed making Jiwoon smile widely. The student cleared his throat for a moment, humming softly to try and get a proper tone to start singing on, failing to pitch it the first couple of times, making the boy giggle at the efforts.

“Jiwoon is a tiny superhero - saving all the people from bad people - being a superstar,” Wonshik tried to come up with lyrics, resulting in many nonsense sentences about superheroes, making Jiwoon laugh while he was rolling in his bed, hugging his Iron Man plushy. His singing wasn’t good at all, mostly going off key and he is stuck on only one chord, strumming it randomly over and over again. How he wished he could play some guitar.

-

Taekwoon entered the apartment, seeing how the TV’s automatic timer was on, indicating it was about to turn off soon. He just shook his head, taking his shoes off, hanging his coat on the hat rack, before taking his bag along with him to the desk, dropping it off there, only to move forward to check if Wonshik had listened, putting Jiwoon in his bed.

When he noticed the door was open, the soft glow of the boy’s night-lamp was illuminating his way to go to. When he peeked inside he saw probably one of the most adorable sights he has ever seen in his life. Jiwoon was in bed, huddled up in his bed, with a bigger plushy then he normally has, in the form of Wonshik. The student was next to him, holding him protective manner. Taekwoon’s guitar was on the floor next to the bed. The man just rolled his eyes, remember Wonshik had heard him play, probably trying it on Jiwoon too.

He carefully took the guitar of the floor, bringing it back to his room, placing it on the bed for moment before returning to the other room. Wonshik apparently had woken up a little from the movement around him, blinking a sleepy eye open at his lover. Taekwoon just walked over to Jiwoon, leaning over Wonshik to place a kiss on his son’s forehead, tenderly lingering for a extra moment before poking the other one in the ribs.

“Wonshik wake up. You can’t stay in a children’s bed all night,” Taekwoon said, pulling the heavier guy out of the bed, letting him groggily stand on his legs, dragging him out of the room with great difficulty only to end up standing in the hallway, foreheads leaning against each other. Taekwoon chuckled at the clumsy sight of Wonshik trying to open his eyes, until he suddenly remembered something.

“You aren’t mad right?” Wonshik asked, suddenly wide awake, until Taekwoon slapped a hand over his mouth, reminding him he has to stay quiet with Jiwoon in his bed.

“Mad about what?” Taekwoon replied, closing his eyes for a moment there, letting them bathe in each other presence for a moment there.

“That I took your guitar,” Wonshik mumbled, making Taekwoon just chuckled in response.

“Silly, Wonshik. You want to play some more one day?” Taekwoon asked then, opening his eyes again, seeing the smile on Wonshik’s face who nodded against him as reply. The two shared a soft kiss before Taekwoon led him into his room, where Taekwoon put the guitar on its place again and where a long night of cuddles and kisses were shared.

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apple hair [wontaek]

pairing: wontaek rating: pg words: 377 note: i will be working on the stony drabble series and twitterpated. also caused by GODDAMN WONSHIK AND YOUR APPLE HAIR. 

Just as the man was about to finish another demo track, he felt someone place his hands on his shoulders. He was a little startled at the touch, turning his head around to see a broad torso. Eyes travelled upwards to see the soft eyes of his roommate for that night.

“Taekwoonie-hyung!” he playfully, yet softly punched the man in his stomach, closing the laptop.

Taekwoon didn’t give an answer, just staring down at Wonshik who just proceeded to unplug the cables left and right, making sure everything was ready to be packed the next morning. It was then he felt Taekwoon twirl his fingers around the apple hair. Before he started working on this song to finish it up, it was perfectly sticking upwards, but thanks to his headphones it had been pushed backwards, resulting in more of a really tiny ponytail.

“It’s cute,” Taekwoon commented, seeing how the other man rose from his chair, standing right in front of him, a small smile plastered on his face while tired eyes glanced around.

“It’s not. It’s practical,” Wonshik commented, trying to slip away until he felt arms wrap around his waist, a face nuzzling against the sensitive skin of his neck. His breath hitched when he felt Taekwoon’s breath ghost upwards, to the shell of his ear. One hand managed to slip underneath Wonshik’s loose V-neck shirt, fingertips ghosting over the outlines of his toned abdomen.

“Taek… hyung…” Wonshik sighed, trying his best to suppress the moans that were coiling.

Taekwoon’s hand rested on his side, cold hands pressing flush against warm skin, thumb making small circles.

“You planned this didn’t you?” Wonshik asked, trying to look at the man in front of him, but his eyes closed on instinct when he felt teeth nip the sensitive spot on his neck. That hand, once resting on his hip, went up, caressing his chest with caution. The cold air hitting Wonshik’s skin almost pulled him out of his daze, wanting to pull his shirt back down again after it had ridden up the way it did, but Taekwoon was quick enough to press his groin against him.

“You’re just too cute sometimes, Wonshik-ah,” Taekwoon finally replied, pulling the younger man along to the bed.

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Ouragan [Stony]

pairing: steve x tony fandom: marvel rating: pg length: drabble (series) note: modern/non-superhero AU + first time I actually write marvel fanfics. readers that are here for the k-pop, don’t worry I will write more. 

All the broad, blond male could do at that moment was stare, arms crossing over each other while raising an eyebrow at the shorter man. The latter was confident about the idea he had just spilled.

“Tony, seriously. All we do is arguing and now, suddenly, you come in here with that idea of yours?” Steve questioned, seeming beyond agitated while turning around, entering the kitchen. The next sound was the clatter of kitchen utensils getting thrown into the sink, enough to alarm the scientist, making him stand in the doorway.

“Steve, why not? Tell me honestly why not? We are constantly arguing how we never spend enough time together. I thought if we do this, we might have a shot at repairing this relationship. We will be with three in this household. Anyways, we got to bound,” Tony replied, swirling the glass of liquor he already had around, nonchalantly leaning against the doorpost.

“I doubt you will take responsibility, Stark. By the time we get to it you will be tired of the idea already, running off to be busy all day with your science buddy,” Steve bit back, slamming down the pan he had in his hands, knuckles turning white from the strong grip he had.

“That was because we were at the point of discovering the effects of this new type of radiation. I told you all about how ground-breaking this is. You know how we don’t stop until we get to the point. It’s science, Steve! And right now I won’t stop fighting for this relationship. I, Anthony Edward Stark, will fix our relationship,” Tony calmly said before taking a sip of his glass, walking towards the other man who was standing over the sink, looking down. Tony put the glass away, only to wrap his arms around the broader man’s back, “I love you, Steve.”

Underneath his grip he felt the man relax, slowly but surely he did. It was a difficult decision to make. In some ways Tony was most-likely right. If they would adopt a kid, they might grow closer to one other, learning about the other in a different way. On the other hand, it could also be their greatest downfall, growing more distant, making their unsteady relationship fall, completely.

“Let me think about it.”