#05 - for potaoto, from your secret santa!
Title: I'm No Superman
For: potaoto
Pairing: Gongchan/Sandeul
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1.9K
Summary: Superhero!AU. Junghwan thinks it's just going to be another simple extraction mission, but Chanshik has other plans.
Notes/Warnings: Bondage, reference to self harm. I loved all your AU prompts but I couldn't do any of them justice so then this happened. Tbh there is no plot, this is just porn /cries I'm sorry ;___; I hope you like it anyway, despite the short length ;A; Happy Holidays!
Some days, they save the world.
The countdown on the display flashes 0:02 in big, red numbers, and Junghwan's hands are shaking as he steps away from the machine that was literally seconds away from mass destruction. Chunks of concrete litter the floor, and somewhere nearby Junghwan hears a wall crumble to the ground.
"Hyung," Chanshik breathes, streaks of dirt and soot across his face. He looks like he's been to hell and back, and yet Junghwan still thinks Chanshik is the most beautiful person he knows. "Hyung, you did it."
"We did it," Junghwan corrects, and his knees buckle when Chanshik pulls him into a tight embrace. Chanshik's shirt is torn all over the place and he smells like ash and sweat but Junghwan clings to him anyway, hands fisting into the fabric. His heart is already pounding against his chest, and when Chanshik kisses him suddenly with tongue and teeth, he swears he can feel Chanshik's heartbeat too.
"Stop making out like there's no tomorrow!" Sunwoo yells out, and the two of them turn to find Sunwoo being held up by Jinyoung and Dongwoo.
"There almost was no tomorrow," Jinyoung mutters, but he's smiling and his eyes are shining with tears. They're beaten up and exhausted, but alive, breathing and together, and Junghwan thinks that is enough to call it a good day's work.
✚
But not every day is a victory.
Chanshik finds Junghwan on the roof of their building, with his legs dangling freely over the edge.
It wasn't a failed mission, but it wasn't a success either. Their team was too late, things happened too fast, and in the end all they could do was bring the remaining survivors to safety. Junghwan is quiet for a long time, and Chanshik knows he's thinking of the people they couldn't save today, the families with one less soul to come home to. Death hurts everyone on the team, but Chanshik thinks Junghwan tries to hide it the most.
"Do you ever wonder what it'd be like to jump?" Junghwan says suddenly, and Chanshik feels his heart twist because even though Junghwan is invincible and unable to die, he never talks like that. "If I fell, would you fall with me?"
This time Chanshik is quiet, and for a while he doesn't speak as he gathers Junghwan in his arms, pressing soft kisses against Junghwan's temple.
"No, I wouldn't fall with you," Chanshik says finally, squeezing Junghwan's hand. "I'd be the one to hold you up."
✚
Other days, Junghwan just wants to sleep in for once, like a regular person.
The morning alarm rings again and Junghwan fumbles for the snooze button, hitting it blindly for the second time. One reason he doesn't want to get up is because it's 6AM in the morning and it's too early to exist, and the other reason is currently pressed against his back with strong arms around his waist, breathing softly down the back of his neck.
"I can't save the world with you clinging to me like this," Junghwan says quietly, but he doesn't make any move to push Chanshik away and entwines their fingers together instead. Chanshik's hands are large and his skin is a little rough, but Junghwan likes the way his fingers fit perfectly in the spaces between Chanshik's.
"The world can wait five more minutes." Chanshik mumbles, and he buries his face into Junghwan's neck. Junghwan rolls over, wrapping his arms around Chanshik's neck and it's a quiet, comfortable moment, until Chanshik lifts them both and then Junghwan is wondering why they're hovering roughly five feet off the bed.
"…What are you doing?"
"Sorry," Chanshik laughs as he holds on to Junghwan a little tighter. "I float when I'm happy."
✚
And sometimes, Junghwan reconsiders his life choices.
It's cold and dark and Junghwan can't see past the blindfold wrapped tight over his eyes. His arms are starting to feel sore, being held up over his head by metal handcuffs that are chaffing his skin. It's a rather normal state of affairs, a milk run of a mission since all he has to do is play hostage, gather enough intel until a team is sent to relieve him. He supposes that it wouldn't be so bad if he didn't have to endure sitting on the floor in the back of an armored truck for hours. Junghwan wonders if it'd be possible to ask for a pillow or anything soft to cushion his seat because his backside is starting to feel sore and there's an itch right between his-
"Junghwan," Jinyoung's stern voice rings behind his ears and Junghwan looks up reflexively, even though he can't see with the blindfold on. "I really don't need those thoughts in my head."
"Then at least talk to me or something," Junghwan replies out loud. Although it's been two years since Jinyoung was put on their team, Junghwan never really quite got the hang of in-mind conversations. "Or can't you like, telepathically send me a movie to watch or something?"
"That's now how it works. Besides, Chanshik's almost there. In fact, I think he might be-"
Junghwan feels the truck skid to a halt, so abruptly that the back of his head hits the wall and he feels a burst of pain right behind his eyes. The connection with Jinyoung's mind is broken off but it doesn't matter since Junghwan can already hear the screech of metal as Chanshik rips through the wall of the truck.
"Hi, Hyung!" Chanshik's familiar voice is cheerful, and Junghwan can't help but feel relief wash over him. "Wow, handcuffed is a really good look on you."
"Shut up," Junghwan mutters, all too aware that he must look like a complete mess after days of being undercover. "Just get me out so we can leave."
"Leave? But I just got here," Chanshik says, and Junghwan stops squirming for a moment because Chanshik is suddenly close, his breath hot against Junghwan's ear. "And I think I like this current situation."
Junghwan's eyes go wide under his blindfold as he feels Chanshik slide a warm hand up the side of his thighs. He curses out loud when Chanshik presses his thumb down dangerously close to his crotch, and Junghwan feels the familiar throb of arousal between his legs. Some part of him thinks that he should be worried, the fact he's bound, blindfolded, and completely vulnerable, but another part of him has never been more turned on with Chanshik spreading his legs open wider.
"Chanshik, we can't," Junghwan holds back a moan when Chanshik cups him through the fabric of his pants. There's so many reasons they shouldn't be doing this - they're on a mission, it's unprofessional, they could get caught, Jinyoung would kill them if he found out - Junghwan knows all this, but he can't seem to find it in himself to actually convince Chanshik otherwise. "W-we don't have time for this."
"It's okay, we're ahead of schedule," Chanshik assures and he lifts Junghwan's legs so that they settle comfortably on his lap. "And I came prepared."
Junghwan hears the familiar pop of a cap being opened, and it hits him then that Chanshik had actually planned to fuck him with handcuffs and all from the start. He doesn't know if he should be cursing Chanshik or not but his mind blanks out when Chanshik's hand slips past the waistband of his briefs, slick fingers wrapping around his hardening length.
"F-fuck," Junghwan mutters, hips bucking automatically into Chanshik's palm. He lets out a particularly embarrassing noise when Chanshik lifts his shirt, teasing a nipple with his tongue.
"You're so eager, Hyung," Chanshik laughs, and it's almost a giggle. Junghwan can practically see the smug grin on Chanshik's face, and a part of him hates how Chanshik undoes him so easily, with just the right press of his fingers against Junghwan's cock that sends him reeling.
"Can you at least take the blindfold off?" Junghwan asks, but his voice is shaking and the words come out more like a plea than anything else.
"Nope," Chanshik says without giving his answer a second thought, already discarding Junghwan's pants. "I want you to feel it." Chanshik slips a finger inside, and with the blindfold on, it's different for some reason, as if Junghwan's sense of touch is heightened and his entire body is focusing on the feeling of Chanshik's finger rubbing against him from the inside. "Is it good?"
Junghwan bites his lip to keep from answering; he doesn't want to admit it, doesn't want to give Chanshik the satisfaction, but Junghwan is pretty sure Chanshik knows, with how his muscles clench as Chanshik adds another finger. The handcuffs clang together as Junghwan pushes his hips down, trying to get Chanshik deeper, and he whines when Chanshik slows his fingers, almost pulling out.
"If you want more, you'll have to beg for it," Chanshik says, and Junghwan groans. Leave it to Chanshik to bring out his kinks during a mission, and not at home where Chanshik would have all the time in the world to tie Junghwan up and make him beg.
"P-please…" It's comes out as a hoarse whisper and if they didn't have such an urgent time restraint, Junghwan is sure Chanshik would have kept him begging for a while. "Chanshik, please."
And then Junghwan feels it, the press of Chanshik's cock against his hole. He feels himself stretch open, Chanshik pushing into him all the way and it Junghwan pressing his nails into the skin of his palm, mouth open in a silent cry. He struggles against the cuffs, wanting desperately to touch Chanshik, to dig his fingers into Chanshik's skin and leave marks that both of them will regret later.
"Hyung, fuck yourself on me," Chanshik whispers, low and demanding into Junghwan's ear. Junghwan shudders, lifting his hips slowly until only Chanshik's tip is inside before pushing down again. He rides Chanshik with slow, shaky movements and Chanshik doesn't touch him, only watches as Junghwan moves up and down.
"You're so beautiful, Hyung," Chanshik murmurs, lips against Junghwan's neck, and his cheeks flush at the thought of Chanshik's gaze on his body.
"S-stop," Junghwan chokes out, sinking himself down one last time before he shakes his head. "Chanshik, I can't-"
"I've got you." Chanshik says softly, pressing a kiss to Junghwan's cheek, one hand stroking Junghwan's thigh and lifting it slightly. He starts to thrust, one hand holding Junghwan's hip, the other teasing his cock, and the sensation has Junghwan's head rolling back, clenching tight around Chanshik's thick length.
"Chanshik, I'm-!" Junghwan doesn't have time to finish his sentence before he goes over the edge, back arched and tugging against the handcuffs as he spills over Chanshik's hand. Chanshik fucks him straight through his orgasm, following with his own release as he muffles a moan against Junghwan's neck. They stay like that for a while, leaning against each other before Chanshik untangles himself from Junghwan's legs, which had been wrapped around his waist. Chanshik breaks apart the metal cuffs with his bare hands and finally unties the blindfold, Junghwan looking up at him with half lidded eyes.
"Hi, Hyung," Chanshik says with an innocent smile, kissing his forehead, and Junghwan has no idea how Chanshik can be so cheery and energetic after fucking Junghwan senseless. He's about to reply, but a voice in both their minds interrupts them.
"Did you guys just--" Jinyoung's stern voice alone makes Junghwan cringe. "This is going on both your records."
"He's just jealous he didn't get in on any of this." Chanshik winks, nudging Junghwan. Jinyoung immediately follows with more mental protests but Chanshik just laughs, and seeing Chanshik smile makes Junghwan happy.
Sometimes Junghwan reconsiders his life choices, but he knows he'd never reconsider being in love with Chanshik.
For: potaoto
Pairing: Gongchan/Sandeul
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1.9K
Summary: Superhero!AU. Junghwan thinks it's just going to be another simple extraction mission, but Chanshik has other plans.
Notes/Warnings: Bondage, reference to self harm. I loved all your AU prompts but I couldn't do any of them justice so then this happened. Tbh there is no plot, this is just porn /cries I'm sorry ;___; I hope you like it anyway, despite the short length ;A; Happy Holidays!
Some days, they save the world.
The countdown on the display flashes 0:02 in big, red numbers, and Junghwan's hands are shaking as he steps away from the machine that was literally seconds away from mass destruction. Chunks of concrete litter the floor, and somewhere nearby Junghwan hears a wall crumble to the ground.
"Hyung," Chanshik breathes, streaks of dirt and soot across his face. He looks like he's been to hell and back, and yet Junghwan still thinks Chanshik is the most beautiful person he knows. "Hyung, you did it."
"We did it," Junghwan corrects, and his knees buckle when Chanshik pulls him into a tight embrace. Chanshik's shirt is torn all over the place and he smells like ash and sweat but Junghwan clings to him anyway, hands fisting into the fabric. His heart is already pounding against his chest, and when Chanshik kisses him suddenly with tongue and teeth, he swears he can feel Chanshik's heartbeat too.
"Stop making out like there's no tomorrow!" Sunwoo yells out, and the two of them turn to find Sunwoo being held up by Jinyoung and Dongwoo.
"There almost was no tomorrow," Jinyoung mutters, but he's smiling and his eyes are shining with tears. They're beaten up and exhausted, but alive, breathing and together, and Junghwan thinks that is enough to call it a good day's work.
✚
But not every day is a victory.
Chanshik finds Junghwan on the roof of their building, with his legs dangling freely over the edge.
It wasn't a failed mission, but it wasn't a success either. Their team was too late, things happened too fast, and in the end all they could do was bring the remaining survivors to safety. Junghwan is quiet for a long time, and Chanshik knows he's thinking of the people they couldn't save today, the families with one less soul to come home to. Death hurts everyone on the team, but Chanshik thinks Junghwan tries to hide it the most.
"Do you ever wonder what it'd be like to jump?" Junghwan says suddenly, and Chanshik feels his heart twist because even though Junghwan is invincible and unable to die, he never talks like that. "If I fell, would you fall with me?"
This time Chanshik is quiet, and for a while he doesn't speak as he gathers Junghwan in his arms, pressing soft kisses against Junghwan's temple.
"No, I wouldn't fall with you," Chanshik says finally, squeezing Junghwan's hand. "I'd be the one to hold you up."
✚
Other days, Junghwan just wants to sleep in for once, like a regular person.
The morning alarm rings again and Junghwan fumbles for the snooze button, hitting it blindly for the second time. One reason he doesn't want to get up is because it's 6AM in the morning and it's too early to exist, and the other reason is currently pressed against his back with strong arms around his waist, breathing softly down the back of his neck.
"I can't save the world with you clinging to me like this," Junghwan says quietly, but he doesn't make any move to push Chanshik away and entwines their fingers together instead. Chanshik's hands are large and his skin is a little rough, but Junghwan likes the way his fingers fit perfectly in the spaces between Chanshik's.
"The world can wait five more minutes." Chanshik mumbles, and he buries his face into Junghwan's neck. Junghwan rolls over, wrapping his arms around Chanshik's neck and it's a quiet, comfortable moment, until Chanshik lifts them both and then Junghwan is wondering why they're hovering roughly five feet off the bed.
"…What are you doing?"
"Sorry," Chanshik laughs as he holds on to Junghwan a little tighter. "I float when I'm happy."
✚
And sometimes, Junghwan reconsiders his life choices.
It's cold and dark and Junghwan can't see past the blindfold wrapped tight over his eyes. His arms are starting to feel sore, being held up over his head by metal handcuffs that are chaffing his skin. It's a rather normal state of affairs, a milk run of a mission since all he has to do is play hostage, gather enough intel until a team is sent to relieve him. He supposes that it wouldn't be so bad if he didn't have to endure sitting on the floor in the back of an armored truck for hours. Junghwan wonders if it'd be possible to ask for a pillow or anything soft to cushion his seat because his backside is starting to feel sore and there's an itch right between his-
"Junghwan," Jinyoung's stern voice rings behind his ears and Junghwan looks up reflexively, even though he can't see with the blindfold on. "I really don't need those thoughts in my head."
"Then at least talk to me or something," Junghwan replies out loud. Although it's been two years since Jinyoung was put on their team, Junghwan never really quite got the hang of in-mind conversations. "Or can't you like, telepathically send me a movie to watch or something?"
"That's now how it works. Besides, Chanshik's almost there. In fact, I think he might be-"
Junghwan feels the truck skid to a halt, so abruptly that the back of his head hits the wall and he feels a burst of pain right behind his eyes. The connection with Jinyoung's mind is broken off but it doesn't matter since Junghwan can already hear the screech of metal as Chanshik rips through the wall of the truck.
"Hi, Hyung!" Chanshik's familiar voice is cheerful, and Junghwan can't help but feel relief wash over him. "Wow, handcuffed is a really good look on you."
"Shut up," Junghwan mutters, all too aware that he must look like a complete mess after days of being undercover. "Just get me out so we can leave."
"Leave? But I just got here," Chanshik says, and Junghwan stops squirming for a moment because Chanshik is suddenly close, his breath hot against Junghwan's ear. "And I think I like this current situation."
Junghwan's eyes go wide under his blindfold as he feels Chanshik slide a warm hand up the side of his thighs. He curses out loud when Chanshik presses his thumb down dangerously close to his crotch, and Junghwan feels the familiar throb of arousal between his legs. Some part of him thinks that he should be worried, the fact he's bound, blindfolded, and completely vulnerable, but another part of him has never been more turned on with Chanshik spreading his legs open wider.
"Chanshik, we can't," Junghwan holds back a moan when Chanshik cups him through the fabric of his pants. There's so many reasons they shouldn't be doing this - they're on a mission, it's unprofessional, they could get caught, Jinyoung would kill them if he found out - Junghwan knows all this, but he can't seem to find it in himself to actually convince Chanshik otherwise. "W-we don't have time for this."
"It's okay, we're ahead of schedule," Chanshik assures and he lifts Junghwan's legs so that they settle comfortably on his lap. "And I came prepared."
Junghwan hears the familiar pop of a cap being opened, and it hits him then that Chanshik had actually planned to fuck him with handcuffs and all from the start. He doesn't know if he should be cursing Chanshik or not but his mind blanks out when Chanshik's hand slips past the waistband of his briefs, slick fingers wrapping around his hardening length.
"F-fuck," Junghwan mutters, hips bucking automatically into Chanshik's palm. He lets out a particularly embarrassing noise when Chanshik lifts his shirt, teasing a nipple with his tongue.
"You're so eager, Hyung," Chanshik laughs, and it's almost a giggle. Junghwan can practically see the smug grin on Chanshik's face, and a part of him hates how Chanshik undoes him so easily, with just the right press of his fingers against Junghwan's cock that sends him reeling.
"Can you at least take the blindfold off?" Junghwan asks, but his voice is shaking and the words come out more like a plea than anything else.
"Nope," Chanshik says without giving his answer a second thought, already discarding Junghwan's pants. "I want you to feel it." Chanshik slips a finger inside, and with the blindfold on, it's different for some reason, as if Junghwan's sense of touch is heightened and his entire body is focusing on the feeling of Chanshik's finger rubbing against him from the inside. "Is it good?"
Junghwan bites his lip to keep from answering; he doesn't want to admit it, doesn't want to give Chanshik the satisfaction, but Junghwan is pretty sure Chanshik knows, with how his muscles clench as Chanshik adds another finger. The handcuffs clang together as Junghwan pushes his hips down, trying to get Chanshik deeper, and he whines when Chanshik slows his fingers, almost pulling out.
"If you want more, you'll have to beg for it," Chanshik says, and Junghwan groans. Leave it to Chanshik to bring out his kinks during a mission, and not at home where Chanshik would have all the time in the world to tie Junghwan up and make him beg.
"P-please…" It's comes out as a hoarse whisper and if they didn't have such an urgent time restraint, Junghwan is sure Chanshik would have kept him begging for a while. "Chanshik, please."
And then Junghwan feels it, the press of Chanshik's cock against his hole. He feels himself stretch open, Chanshik pushing into him all the way and it Junghwan pressing his nails into the skin of his palm, mouth open in a silent cry. He struggles against the cuffs, wanting desperately to touch Chanshik, to dig his fingers into Chanshik's skin and leave marks that both of them will regret later.
"Hyung, fuck yourself on me," Chanshik whispers, low and demanding into Junghwan's ear. Junghwan shudders, lifting his hips slowly until only Chanshik's tip is inside before pushing down again. He rides Chanshik with slow, shaky movements and Chanshik doesn't touch him, only watches as Junghwan moves up and down.
"You're so beautiful, Hyung," Chanshik murmurs, lips against Junghwan's neck, and his cheeks flush at the thought of Chanshik's gaze on his body.
"S-stop," Junghwan chokes out, sinking himself down one last time before he shakes his head. "Chanshik, I can't-"
"I've got you." Chanshik says softly, pressing a kiss to Junghwan's cheek, one hand stroking Junghwan's thigh and lifting it slightly. He starts to thrust, one hand holding Junghwan's hip, the other teasing his cock, and the sensation has Junghwan's head rolling back, clenching tight around Chanshik's thick length.
"Chanshik, I'm-!" Junghwan doesn't have time to finish his sentence before he goes over the edge, back arched and tugging against the handcuffs as he spills over Chanshik's hand. Chanshik fucks him straight through his orgasm, following with his own release as he muffles a moan against Junghwan's neck. They stay like that for a while, leaning against each other before Chanshik untangles himself from Junghwan's legs, which had been wrapped around his waist. Chanshik breaks apart the metal cuffs with his bare hands and finally unties the blindfold, Junghwan looking up at him with half lidded eyes.
"Hi, Hyung," Chanshik says with an innocent smile, kissing his forehead, and Junghwan has no idea how Chanshik can be so cheery and energetic after fucking Junghwan senseless. He's about to reply, but a voice in both their minds interrupts them.
"Did you guys just--" Jinyoung's stern voice alone makes Junghwan cringe. "This is going on both your records."
"He's just jealous he didn't get in on any of this." Chanshik winks, nudging Junghwan. Jinyoung immediately follows with more mental protests but Chanshik just laughs, and seeing Chanshik smile makes Junghwan happy.
Sometimes Junghwan reconsiders his life choices, but he knows he'd never reconsider being in love with Chanshik.