what am i doing with life
556 words of awkward navi first kiss and a (fail try) at smut- in which i realize that frick, smut is totally not my thing. /flies off to the sun/
i still have two more requests to work with, don't worry! i'll post them soon! comments are very much apreciated, thank.
((fic dedicado a Izu unnie, mi hermana gemela del mal(?) ♥ ♥ unnie es mi amor, mi amoooooor /le canta(?)/))
It started as something that seemed like breathing: it was natural, easy- and it is impossible to live without it. At least, that was the first thought that crossed Wonshik’s mind as Hakyeon trapped him against the mattress of his bed, a gentle smile in his lips before he leaned forward.
Silence was all that could be heard around the house for a couple of moments, before Wonshik wrapped his arms around Hakyeon’s neck and pulled him closer. The older’s lips tasted sweet- just like him. There was something strangely addicting to the mixture of the remaining banana taste that lingered on the other’s mouth and strawberry chapstick that Hakyeon seemed to wear every single day.
They weren’t sure how a simple kiss had lead them to the position they were in that exact moment: flesh against flesh, clothes scattered around the floor, tongues twirling together in harmony and Hakyeon on top of the younger male, that found a low moan escaping his lips as the older pressed his palm on Wonshik’s growing erection. It was confusing and nerve wracking, but as Wonshik stared at the older’s lips curved up into a slight smirk and Hakyeon stared back at him with eyes filled of an emotion he couldn’t exactly explain, the pair had reached a mutual agreement.
Because Wonshik trusted Hakyeon and he loved the older male oh-so-fucking much that he didn’t mind when the older crept on top of him. What was happening was sick and twisted, but every single touch- every single breath made them stop thinking about what was wrong and focus on each other.“Wonshik-ah, do you trust me?”
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“Wonshik-ah, do you trust me?”
“Of course...I do.”
“I...love you.”
“I- love you too.”-------
Hakyeon takes his time- One, two, three and four fingers, slowly and painfully prep Wonshik- until the younger is begging for more, until he is scratching the sheets and searching for a steady hold. Wonshik tried not to think much about the fact that hell, it was Hakyeon hyung out of all the people- But Hakyeon hyung was all that he had wanted in that exact moment, and he couldn’t lie. Even then, even when Wonshik is pressed against the sheets and soft whimpers escape from his lips, Hakyeon is still smiling. It’s not a full smile- A mere grin, with a hint of playfulness in it as he kisses an unsteady path across Wonshik’s back, bites small spots of sensitive skin that made Wonshik squirm and press his face against a pillow.
“Hakyeon hyung,” he mumbles, closing his eyes. “hyung, please- I’m ready.” When Hakyeon lifts his head and kisses him, he can taste the smirk against the older’s tongue. “Hyung.,” he begs, until Hakyeon finally pushes in, and Wonshik moans, needy and desperate. It wasn’t like Wonshik had ever been with anyone, in that kind of sense but- Hell, Hakyeon felt so good inside of him as he pushed a slow and unsteady pace that made long and low moans escape from Wonshik’s lips, along with Hakyeon’s grunts as he picks up a faster pace, pressing long and messy kisses against Wonshik’s lips, his tongue twirling around the younger’s in a fight for dominance, a fight he is winning this night.
i still have two more requests to work with, don't worry! i'll post them soon! comments are very much apreciated, thank.
((fic dedicado a Izu unnie, mi hermana gemela del mal(?) ♥ ♥ unnie es mi amor, mi amoooooor /le canta(?)/))
It started as something that seemed like breathing: it was natural, easy- and it is impossible to live without it. At least, that was the first thought that crossed Wonshik’s mind as Hakyeon trapped him against the mattress of his bed, a gentle smile in his lips before he leaned forward.
Silence was all that could be heard around the house for a couple of moments, before Wonshik wrapped his arms around Hakyeon’s neck and pulled him closer. The older’s lips tasted sweet- just like him. There was something strangely addicting to the mixture of the remaining banana taste that lingered on the other’s mouth and strawberry chapstick that Hakyeon seemed to wear every single day.
They weren’t sure how a simple kiss had lead them to the position they were in that exact moment: flesh against flesh, clothes scattered around the floor, tongues twirling together in harmony and Hakyeon on top of the younger male, that found a low moan escaping his lips as the older pressed his palm on Wonshik’s growing erection. It was confusing and nerve wracking, but as Wonshik stared at the older’s lips curved up into a slight smirk and Hakyeon stared back at him with eyes filled of an emotion he couldn’t exactly explain, the pair had reached a mutual agreement.
Because Wonshik trusted Hakyeon and he loved the older male oh-so-fucking much that he didn’t mind when the older crept on top of him. What was happening was sick and twisted, but every single touch- every single breath made them stop thinking about what was wrong and focus on each other.“Wonshik-ah, do you trust me?”
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“Wonshik-ah, do you trust me?”
“Of course...I do.”
“I...love you.”
“I- love you too.”-------
Hakyeon takes his time- One, two, three and four fingers, slowly and painfully prep Wonshik- until the younger is begging for more, until he is scratching the sheets and searching for a steady hold. Wonshik tried not to think much about the fact that hell, it was Hakyeon hyung out of all the people- But Hakyeon hyung was all that he had wanted in that exact moment, and he couldn’t lie. Even then, even when Wonshik is pressed against the sheets and soft whimpers escape from his lips, Hakyeon is still smiling. It’s not a full smile- A mere grin, with a hint of playfulness in it as he kisses an unsteady path across Wonshik’s back, bites small spots of sensitive skin that made Wonshik squirm and press his face against a pillow.
“Hakyeon hyung,” he mumbles, closing his eyes. “hyung, please- I’m ready.” When Hakyeon lifts his head and kisses him, he can taste the smirk against the older’s tongue. “Hyung.,” he begs, until Hakyeon finally pushes in, and Wonshik moans, needy and desperate. It wasn’t like Wonshik had ever been with anyone, in that kind of sense but- Hell, Hakyeon felt so good inside of him as he pushed a slow and unsteady pace that made long and low moans escape from Wonshik’s lips, along with Hakyeon’s grunts as he picks up a faster pace, pressing long and messy kisses against Wonshik’s lips, his tongue twirling around the younger’s in a fight for dominance, a fight he is winning this night.