Ship/Member: Wonwoo/Jeonghan Major Tags: tw: mentions of blood, tw: actual stabbing -- well, more like slicing Additional Tags: fine lines between love and hate, mr. & mrs. smith dynamics-ish, no mcd (sorry not sorry, it's funner this way), kinda nsfw -- probably nsfw Permission to remix: Yes
***
There are worse ways to die, Jeonghan thinks when he wakes up to a sharp pain in his ribs.
It's a conflicting feeling, he muses, when he looks up to see Wonwoo straddling him in bed. Merely hours ago, the sight made Jeonghan so fucking hard, he nearly came when Wonwoo sat on him and bottomed out. Now, as Jeonghan's eyes watch his blood drip from the knife Wonwoo is twirling between his long, delicate fingers, he --
Nope, he's just as hard as he was earlier. Good to know that when you're dying, some things really don't change.
Wonwoo rolls his eyes. "It's a superficial cut," he explains. Jeonghan hisses when he adjusts his position.
"These are new sheets, Wonungie," he groans in annoyance, trying desperately not to sound like he's gritting his teeth.
Wonwoo shrugs. "You can buy new ones."
"Do you know how expensive it is to buy Egyptian cotton nowadays?" Jeonghan ruts his hips up against Wonwoo, partially to annoy him, and partially to distract him. His lips curl into a slight smirk when he watches Wonwoo's eyes roll to the back of his head, a guttural groan escaping his lips as his groin pushes down against Jeonghan.
"Don't I always make it worth your while?" Wonwoo purrs.
Jeonghan isn't sure what's going to kill him faster -- the small pool of blood ruining his perfectly good sheets, coming from a thin slice along his ribs, or the way Wonwoo is leaning over him. Wonwoo's hair is finally long enough for Jeonghan's fingers to tangle into and tug down for a searing kiss. His body, sculpted to perfection by months of training and eventually missions, fits perfectly on top of Jeonghan when their tongues battle for dominance in the small space between their lips.
Jeonghan pulls away when Wonwoo brushes against his wound, letting out a hiss. "Fuck," Jeonghan growls, glaring up at Wonwoo. "Did you really have to do that?"
"It's been a fantasy of mine since we met, hyung," Wonwoo replies innocently, the small smirk on his face shooting pulses of heat down to Jeonghan's dick. "And you like fulfilling my fantasies, don't you?"
Jeonghan hisses again when Wonwoo presses the flat sheet against the wound.
"You're so fucking pretty, hyung." Wonwoo's eyes devour the mildly pained look on Jeonghan's face. His teeth latch onto his bottom lip, and Jeonghan demands (to no avail) his cock to stop throbbing this instant. "You're gonna make me hard again, looking like this."
The older lets out a chuckle. "Wonwoo-yah, who are you kidding?" His fingers move to grip onto Wonwoo's hips. "Like I can't already feel how much you want me."
Wonwoo grins, a full-blown smile that takes Jeonghan's breath away (well, that and the new gill Wonwoo fashioned for him in his fucking sleep).
Jeonghan pulls him down again, his lips crashing against Wonwoo's. Wonwoo's tongue instantly asks for permission to explore his mouth, and Jeonghan lets him.
There's something about Wonwoo that makes him feral, something that makes Jeonghan find pleasure through the pain as he rubs his cock against Wonwoo through the sheets. Something about how fucking hot it sounds when he hears the knife clang to the floor because Wonwoo is switching it out for lube.
Jeonghan so often loves being in control, yet there is something about Wonwoo that makes him turn to putty in his hands. Makes him pliant when Wonwoo's fingers reach behind to work him open. Makes him whiny when his fingers are replaced by his cock. Makes him needy when he begs for Wonwoo to fuck him deeper. Makes him boneless when he screams, pain and pleasure colliding, friction turning into fire, ribbons of cum splattering all over Wonwoo's chest and down his stomach.
"Now we're even," Wonwoo whispers against his mouth. Jeonghan can feel him grin.
"Not until you get me some new fucking sheets."
*
When Jeonghan wakes up again with a gasp, he clamors around the bed, fingers grasping around in the dark.
The moon shines slivers of light into the room. Jeonghan's eyes begin to adjust to the dark. His fingers brush against his ribs, skin sewn neatly together by almost surgically-precise stitches.
The knife lays prettily on his bedside table, stained with Jeonghan's blood. A note, written next to it:
Angel, I was called for an assignment. The folder's in the kitchen with all the data. Pick me up at the airport tomorrow?
P.S. I'll pick up some sheets on the way back. Love you.
[FILL] ouch (nsfw)
Major Tags: tw: mentions of blood, tw: actual stabbing -- well, more like slicing
Additional Tags: fine lines between love and hate, mr. & mrs. smith dynamics-ish, no mcd (sorry not sorry, it's funner this way), kinda nsfw -- probably nsfw
Permission to remix: Yes
***
There are worse ways to die, Jeonghan thinks when he wakes up to a sharp pain in his ribs.
It's a conflicting feeling, he muses, when he looks up to see Wonwoo straddling him in bed. Merely hours ago, the sight made Jeonghan so fucking hard, he nearly came when Wonwoo sat on him and bottomed out. Now, as Jeonghan's eyes watch his blood drip from the knife Wonwoo is twirling between his long, delicate fingers, he --
Nope, he's just as hard as he was earlier. Good to know that when you're dying, some things really don't change.
Wonwoo rolls his eyes. "It's a superficial cut," he explains. Jeonghan hisses when he adjusts his position.
"These are new sheets, Wonungie," he groans in annoyance, trying desperately not to sound like he's gritting his teeth.
Wonwoo shrugs. "You can buy new ones."
"Do you know how expensive it is to buy Egyptian cotton nowadays?" Jeonghan ruts his hips up against Wonwoo, partially to annoy him, and partially to distract him. His lips curl into a slight smirk when he watches Wonwoo's eyes roll to the back of his head, a guttural groan escaping his lips as his groin pushes down against Jeonghan.
"Don't I always make it worth your while?" Wonwoo purrs.
Jeonghan isn't sure what's going to kill him faster -- the small pool of blood ruining his perfectly good sheets, coming from a thin slice along his ribs, or the way Wonwoo is leaning over him. Wonwoo's hair is finally long enough for Jeonghan's fingers to tangle into and tug down for a searing kiss. His body, sculpted to perfection by months of training and eventually missions, fits perfectly on top of Jeonghan when their tongues battle for dominance in the small space between their lips.
Jeonghan pulls away when Wonwoo brushes against his wound, letting out a hiss. "Fuck," Jeonghan growls, glaring up at Wonwoo. "Did you really have to do that?"
"It's been a fantasy of mine since we met, hyung," Wonwoo replies innocently, the small smirk on his face shooting pulses of heat down to Jeonghan's dick. "And you like fulfilling my fantasies, don't you?"
Jeonghan hisses again when Wonwoo presses the flat sheet against the wound.
"You're so fucking pretty, hyung." Wonwoo's eyes devour the mildly pained look on Jeonghan's face. His teeth latch onto his bottom lip, and Jeonghan demands (to no avail) his cock to stop throbbing this instant. "You're gonna make me hard again, looking like this."
The older lets out a chuckle. "Wonwoo-yah, who are you kidding?" His fingers move to grip onto Wonwoo's hips. "Like I can't already feel how much you want me."
Wonwoo grins, a full-blown smile that takes Jeonghan's breath away (well, that and the new gill Wonwoo fashioned for him in his fucking sleep).
Jeonghan pulls him down again, his lips crashing against Wonwoo's. Wonwoo's tongue instantly asks for permission to explore his mouth, and Jeonghan lets him.
There's something about Wonwoo that makes him feral, something that makes Jeonghan find pleasure through the pain as he rubs his cock against Wonwoo through the sheets. Something about how fucking hot it sounds when he hears the knife clang to the floor because Wonwoo is switching it out for lube.
Jeonghan so often loves being in control, yet there is something about Wonwoo that makes him turn to putty in his hands. Makes him pliant when Wonwoo's fingers reach behind to work him open. Makes him whiny when his fingers are replaced by his cock. Makes him needy when he begs for Wonwoo to fuck him deeper. Makes him boneless when he screams, pain and pleasure colliding, friction turning into fire, ribbons of cum splattering all over Wonwoo's chest and down his stomach.
"Now we're even," Wonwoo whispers against his mouth. Jeonghan can feel him grin.
"Not until you get me some new fucking sheets."
*
When Jeonghan wakes up again with a gasp, he clamors around the bed, fingers grasping around in the dark.
The moon shines slivers of light into the room. Jeonghan's eyes begin to adjust to the dark. His fingers brush against his ribs, skin sewn neatly together by almost surgically-precise stitches.
The knife lays prettily on his bedside table, stained with Jeonghan's blood. A note, written next to it:
Angel, I was called for an assignment. The folder's in the kitchen with all the data. Pick me up at the airport tomorrow?
P.S. I'll pick up some sheets on the way back. Love you.
P.P.S. How do you feel about being gagged?