Ship/Member: chan/wonwoo (side gyuhan) Major Tags: nsfw loool Additional Tags: virgin wonu, baddie chan Permission to remix: Yes
A/N: i dont know if chan is really a slut but mingyu makes an appearance so I guess he can fulfill the slut quota. also sorry for the ending I don't like putting anything too explicit here w/o being able to put a cut đ
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"Aish, hyung, you're â" Chan didnât finish, just bit his lip with a smile, as if he was reacting to anything else and not the vice grip Wonwoo had on his fingers.
And like, Wonwoo knew. It wasn't like he'd really had anything else up there before, aside from his own fingers. Chan's fingers were small, of course, but it had been a while since he had time to â yeah. So, he knew he was tight. And having an acquaintance be the one to do this to him didn't help him feel any less tense. A hot acquaintance.
Wonwoo wasnât proud of how he got here. An ill-advised drunken confession to Jeonghan, of all people, about how he felt kind of jealous when he heard him fucking Wonwooâs roommate. Jeonghanâs eyebrow shot up, and, thankfully, Wonwoo was at the very least not intoxicated enough to not immediately refute what Jeonghan was going to suggest. Like, sure, he wouldnât mind, but like â they seemed kind of exclusive lately. Wonwoo didnât want to get in the way of that. Instead, he just clumsily explained that Mingyu had been always been so good at picking guys up and I never have and like I kind of â just want to get fucked, basically.
He didnât explicitly say that he had never, ever done that before, but Jeonghan had always been perceptive enough that he could probably guess.
Which is why, the next morning, the first words Mingyu had said to him were, âI heard youâre trying to lose your virginity.â Wonwoo snapped out of his hangover-induced trance, having been staring at the wall across from the kitchen table with a half empty glass of orange juice in front of him. Wonwoo just looked at him, incredulous. Like, telling Jeonghan a secret was one thing. Telling Jeonghan a sex-related secret, while knowing he was in cahoots with his roommate â was quite possibly the worst decision he had ever made.
Wonwoo wasnât even sure how to respond to that without incriminating himself further or lying â a lie Mingyu wouldnât even believe anyway. Theyâd lived together for a few years now, and he knew very well Wonwoo never brought anyone home.
Mingyu rolled his eyes, seeing the look on Wonwooâs face. âI just want to help, hyung,â he said, pouting a bit as was custom for him, but earnest nonetheless. Wonwoo gestured for him to go on.
âI mean like, you know Chan, right? Lee Chan?â
Wonwoo raised an eyebrow, before nodding slowly.
Mingyu explained that Chan was single right now (unlike Jeonghan, Mingyu had said with a sly smile, earning him a shove from Wonwoo) and open for whatever. Wonwoo pictured Chan in his head. He was a friend of Mingyuâs, through Soonyoung. Wonwoo remembered one time he had tagged along with Mingyu to Soonyoungâs dance groupâs showcase. Chan had been pointed out to him, and like, Wonwoo definitely wouldn't say no.
âHe, uhm,â Wonwoo paused, not really wanting to say this out loud, but figured it was important for the issue at hand. âI â think Iâd like it how you do⌠you know?â
Mingyu laughed. âYeah, I know,â he replied. âIt wonât be a problem.â
â
Mingyu was right. It wasnât a problem. Chan was half a head shorter than Wonwoo and had a personality larger than life. He was straightforward, too. Wonwoo appreciated that.
âMingyu-hyung told me youâre kind of inexperienced,â Chan stated casually, while taking off his shoes and coat in the vestibule of Wonwooâs apartment. He was kind of glad Mingyu had let Chan know, despite how embarrassing it was for him to hear it said back to him. He didnât want to disappoint someone, much less someone who looked like â this.
âIs that an issue?â Wonwoo asked, scratching the back of his neck nervously, just wanting to check once more that this guy knew what he was getting into. Chan looked at him, having hung up his coat now, fixing him with a smug look that sent shivers down Wonwooâs spine.
âWould I be here if it was?â Chan approached Wonwoo, until he was very much in his personal space. Like, okay. Wonwoo knew what they were going to be doing so this shouldnât come as a shock to him, it was just â a lot. Wonwoo had to look down at him, despite his nerves willing him away from the eye contact. But he knew he had to maintain at least the slightest semblance of confidence, here.
âHm?â Chan hummed, hands on his hips, seemingly waiting for a response to his rhetorical question.
Wonwoo wasnât sure he would get through this night alive.
âUm, no,â Wonwoo finally responded to the question. He flashed an awkward smile downwards at the younger, all the while fiddling with his own fingers behind his back. Chan smiled back, full with teeth and a cute tilt of the head.
â
Twenty minutes later Wonwoo was lying on his bed, hand over his mouth and drowning in his own sweat while Chan swallowed his dick like â well, he didnât really have a frame of reference for it. But it sure was better than his hand. Daring to open his eyes and look down, figuring it might be like, rude, to not look at the guy sucking your dick, he immediately met Chanâs gaze, who had seemingly been waiting for Wonwoo to look down at him. He watched, and listened, as Chan pulled off with a lewd sound and fixed him with a predatory smile, similar to the one he gave him at the door.
Wonwoo silently sent thanks to Mingyu for planning to spend the night at Jeonghanâs, sparing him the embarrassment from how unintentionally loud he was being. Mingyu may be shameless, not even trying to keep it down despite knowing how thin the walls of the apartment were but â Wonwoo wasnât quite as flagrant. He really would have to make a point to make it up to Mingyu, not just for vacating the apartment, but also just for orchestrating this in the first place.
Chan gave one last kiss on the tip before promptly getting up and all but manhandling Wonwoo further from the edge of the bed. Chan was shorter than him, sure, but made up for it with defined arms and shoulders that moved him around with ease. Wonwoo shut his legs, out of some self preservation instinct. Chan didnât do anything to move them apart, just rested a hand on Wonwooâs knee from where he was sitting back on his ankles.
âWhereâs the ââ Chan started, before Wonwoo cut him off, already prepared for the question.
âFirst drawer,â he said, quickly, looking in the direction of the drawer unit beside his bed.
Out of the corner of his eye, Wonwoo could see Chanâs lips quirk up at the edge. He knew that if he looked at Chan now, the younger would probably make some snarky comment that would nonetheless make Wonwoo burn on the inside. It seems like everything Chan did or said made him do that. It came with territory of him being the first person to do this to him, he supposed.
Once the younger had retrieved the bottle from the first drawer, placed there by Wonwoo only a while earlier, having planned ahead, Chan gave a slight push where his hand rested on Wonwooâs knee. He didnât even have to say anything before Wonwooâs legs fell apart.
âWow, hyung,â Chan commented, Wonwoo flushing at his own display of eagerness. âYou want it, huh?â Wonwoo couldnât help but nod, eyes closed, Chan seemingly inspiring an embarrassing amount of honesty in him. Yes, yes, yes, he wanted to say, he wanted it for years.
And so here he was, clenching around two of Chanâs small fingers while the younger hovered over him, looking down at him intently with eyes that burned into Wonwooâs skull, commenting on just how tight he was around him, voice just on the edge of smug. Wonwoo knew then, for sure, he wasn't going to survive the night.
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Major Tags: nsfw loool
Additional Tags: virgin wonu, baddie chan
Permission to remix: Yes
A/N: i dont know if chan is really a slut but mingyu makes an appearance so I guess he can fulfill the slut quota. also sorry for the ending I don't like putting anything too explicit here w/o being able to put a cut đ
***
"Aish, hyung, you're â" Chan didnât finish, just bit his lip with a smile, as if he was reacting to anything else and not the vice grip Wonwoo had on his fingers.
And like, Wonwoo knew. It wasn't like he'd really had anything else up there before, aside from his own fingers. Chan's fingers were small, of course, but it had been a while since he had time to â yeah. So, he knew he was tight. And having an acquaintance be the one to do this to him didn't help him feel any less tense. A hot acquaintance.
Wonwoo wasnât proud of how he got here. An ill-advised drunken confession to Jeonghan, of all people, about how he felt kind of jealous when he heard him fucking Wonwooâs roommate. Jeonghanâs eyebrow shot up, and, thankfully, Wonwoo was at the very least not intoxicated enough to not immediately refute what Jeonghan was going to suggest. Like, sure, he wouldnât mind, but like â they seemed kind of exclusive lately. Wonwoo didnât want to get in the way of that. Instead, he just clumsily explained that Mingyu had been always been so good at picking guys up and I never have and like I kind of â just want to get fucked, basically.
He didnât explicitly say that he had never, ever done that before, but Jeonghan had always been perceptive enough that he could probably guess.
Which is why, the next morning, the first words Mingyu had said to him were, âI heard youâre trying to lose your virginity.â Wonwoo snapped out of his hangover-induced trance, having been staring at the wall across from the kitchen table with a half empty glass of orange juice in front of him. Wonwoo just looked at him, incredulous. Like, telling Jeonghan a secret was one thing. Telling Jeonghan a sex-related secret, while knowing he was in cahoots with his roommate â was quite possibly the worst decision he had ever made.
Wonwoo wasnât even sure how to respond to that without incriminating himself further or lying â a lie Mingyu wouldnât even believe anyway. Theyâd lived together for a few years now, and he knew very well Wonwoo never brought anyone home.
Mingyu rolled his eyes, seeing the look on Wonwooâs face. âI just want to help, hyung,â he said, pouting a bit as was custom for him, but earnest nonetheless. Wonwoo gestured for him to go on.
âI mean like, you know Chan, right? Lee Chan?â
Wonwoo raised an eyebrow, before nodding slowly.
Mingyu explained that Chan was single right now (unlike Jeonghan, Mingyu had said with a sly smile, earning him a shove from Wonwoo) and open for whatever. Wonwoo pictured Chan in his head. He was a friend of Mingyuâs, through Soonyoung. Wonwoo remembered one time he had tagged along with Mingyu to Soonyoungâs dance groupâs showcase. Chan had been pointed out to him, and like, Wonwoo definitely wouldn't say no.
âHe, uhm,â Wonwoo paused, not really wanting to say this out loud, but figured it was important for the issue at hand. âI â think Iâd like it how you do⌠you know?â
Mingyu laughed. âYeah, I know,â he replied. âIt wonât be a problem.â
â
Mingyu was right. It wasnât a problem. Chan was half a head shorter than Wonwoo and had a personality larger than life. He was straightforward, too. Wonwoo appreciated that.
âMingyu-hyung told me youâre kind of inexperienced,â Chan stated casually, while taking off his shoes and coat in the vestibule of Wonwooâs apartment. He was kind of glad Mingyu had let Chan know, despite how embarrassing it was for him to hear it said back to him. He didnât want to disappoint someone, much less someone who looked like â this.
âIs that an issue?â Wonwoo asked, scratching the back of his neck nervously, just wanting to check once more that this guy knew what he was getting into. Chan looked at him, having hung up his coat now, fixing him with a smug look that sent shivers down Wonwooâs spine.
âWould I be here if it was?â Chan approached Wonwoo, until he was very much in his personal space. Like, okay. Wonwoo knew what they were going to be doing so this shouldnât come as a shock to him, it was just â a lot. Wonwoo had to look down at him, despite his nerves willing him away from the eye contact. But he knew he had to maintain at least the slightest semblance of confidence, here.
âHm?â Chan hummed, hands on his hips, seemingly waiting for a response to his rhetorical question.
Wonwoo wasnât sure he would get through this night alive.
âUm, no,â Wonwoo finally responded to the question. He flashed an awkward smile downwards at the younger, all the while fiddling with his own fingers behind his back. Chan smiled back, full with teeth and a cute tilt of the head.
â
Twenty minutes later Wonwoo was lying on his bed, hand over his mouth and drowning in his own sweat while Chan swallowed his dick like â well, he didnât really have a frame of reference for it. But it sure was better than his hand. Daring to open his eyes and look down, figuring it might be like, rude, to not look at the guy sucking your dick, he immediately met Chanâs gaze, who had seemingly been waiting for Wonwoo to look down at him. He watched, and listened, as Chan pulled off with a lewd sound and fixed him with a predatory smile, similar to the one he gave him at the door.
Wonwoo silently sent thanks to Mingyu for planning to spend the night at Jeonghanâs, sparing him the embarrassment from how unintentionally loud he was being. Mingyu may be shameless, not even trying to keep it down despite knowing how thin the walls of the apartment were but â Wonwoo wasnât quite as flagrant. He really would have to make a point to make it up to Mingyu, not just for vacating the apartment, but also just for orchestrating this in the first place.
Chan gave one last kiss on the tip before promptly getting up and all but manhandling Wonwoo further from the edge of the bed. Chan was shorter than him, sure, but made up for it with defined arms and shoulders that moved him around with ease. Wonwoo shut his legs, out of some self preservation instinct. Chan didnât do anything to move them apart, just rested a hand on Wonwooâs knee from where he was sitting back on his ankles.
âWhereâs the ââ Chan started, before Wonwoo cut him off, already prepared for the question.
âFirst drawer,â he said, quickly, looking in the direction of the drawer unit beside his bed.
Out of the corner of his eye, Wonwoo could see Chanâs lips quirk up at the edge. He knew that if he looked at Chan now, the younger would probably make some snarky comment that would nonetheless make Wonwoo burn on the inside. It seems like everything Chan did or said made him do that. It came with territory of him being the first person to do this to him, he supposed.
Once the younger had retrieved the bottle from the first drawer, placed there by Wonwoo only a while earlier, having planned ahead, Chan gave a slight push where his hand rested on Wonwooâs knee. He didnât even have to say anything before Wonwooâs legs fell apart.
âWow, hyung,â Chan commented, Wonwoo flushing at his own display of eagerness. âYou want it, huh?â Wonwoo couldnât help but nod, eyes closed, Chan seemingly inspiring an embarrassing amount of honesty in him. Yes, yes, yes, he wanted to say, he wanted it for years.
And so here he was, clenching around two of Chanâs small fingers while the younger hovered over him, looking down at him intently with eyes that burned into Wonwooâs skull, commenting on just how tight he was around him, voice just on the edge of smug. Wonwoo knew then, for sure, he wasn't going to survive the night.