I need you
Author: koya_ka
Pairing: Howoo/Wooya (Hoya x Woohyun)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Cute smut? XD Well, I tried to write it cute.
Disclaimers: Infinite members are not mine.
Summary: He just needs him.
Note: Eeeeeh. This this my first smut one-shot. I think it's a bit awkward sometimes, I'm sorry. There's so much words in french I can't translate in english. TT
Lying down for a long time now, his headphones in his ears, he stared at the ceiling of his room without seeing it because of the darkness in which it was plunged. Despite the American rap music he listened to fall asleep, he could hear Sungjong’s slow and peaceful breathing who was nearby. And just when he uttered a low sigh, exasperated for not being able to fall asleep, the door of their room opened gently, allowing a ray of light. A figure entered and closed the door immediately after. Quickly, the dancer removed his headphones and turned off his i-pod, knowing full well who had just entered. When he felt a weight settle on his bed, he hastened to find the hand of his boyfriend before taking it in his. "You should sleep hyung.”
"I can’t ... Hoya ... I need it." The dancer frowned slightly and shook his head. He hated those moments. He loved Woohyun of course, with all his heart. But when his boyfriend was in this state, he had one wish: running away as far as possible. He felt terribly uncomfortable, and instinctively he began to bite his lower lip. "Okay, come on." He stood up, taking care to keep Woohyun’s hand firmly in his and left quietly before heading to the only bathroom of their new apartment.
Once the door closed, he pressed the older without violence against it and started to make a multitude of little kisses on his neck making slowly his way to his jaw. He already felt his lover body stiffen as he lovingly took possession of his lips. He knows him by heart, he knows how to stir up his excitement. Then slowly, he nibbles his lips, first the one above, then he focuses on the lower one. He doesn’t want to be abrupt, but when Woohyun’s hands are wrapped in an almost possessive way around his neck, he bites a little harder. Quickly, he slides his tongue against his, and while his hands are lost on his boyfriend hips, they began a sensual dance. Woohyun moaned faintly, and he smiled with satisfaction. His hands slide slowly under his shirt and caress those abs that thousands of fans have already seen. At that thought, he pauses a second. And as if he’s reading his thoughts, as if he’s trying to make him understand that he don’t have to worry, the eldest make his grip a little more stronger around his neck. They stay like that for a few seconds, maybe a few minutes. They feel like the time has stopped.
"Hoya, you know it's not of sex I'm addicted, do you?” The singer utters these words in an almost trembling voice as he comes off of him and his eyes filled slowly with tears. Hoya hates to see him like that, so he smiled, took his face between his hands and filed a chaste kiss on the corner of his lips. "I know don’t worry." With that, he withdrew his T-shirt in a rather brutal way. He knows, he knows what Woohyun feels for him. He knows how he needs to feel close to him. So to speed things he begins to pull down his jogging, but Woohyun stops him and silently makes him to change his place with him. The elder’s gaze lands on his bare chest and he drags his tongue over his lower lip. And still without a word, he removed his pants before kneeling. "Hyung, no ..." But the oldest is not listening, his lips land on the tip of his penis and slowly, too slowly he takes it entirely. Instinctively, the dancer's hands grips his hair while the singer teases him, pumping his member slowly. Hoya’s sighs are more raucous, more rapid and a delicious shiver runs over his body while his cock swells.
“Hyung, I’m…” It does not take long to Woohyun to understand, and quickly he gets up to grab wildly his boyfriend's lips. "Take me right now Hoya." His words are just a whisper, just audible. He throws his arms around his muscular waist and pulls him to meet again against the door. "You'll get hurt.” As whenever he is upset or worried, the dancer frowns, he doesn’t like this idea. He doesn’t want to see Woohyun suffer ... "I’m the one asking this, I need you here right away. I beg you." And without giving him time to answer, he puts his hands in the youngest brown hair before wrapping his legs around his waist. So Hoya gives up, he lays his lips on his neck, tasting with passion the flavor of his skin, his arms tightly around the singer’s torso. And while he penetrates him as slowly as possible, he nibbles, licks and sucks the fragile skin of the older, until to leave a mark on his collarbone. Woohyun bites his lip violently to not make any noise. He knows that the other members are sleeping in the next room, he must not wake them. But the pain gets worse every second as Hoya goes deeper into him. It hurts terribly. But it also feels good. His breath was cut a few seconds, then resumes jerkily. When the dancer begins to move he feels like being pierced. The pain is intense, but just knowing that Hoya is in him makes him forget. The seconds pass, the room is bathed in silence crushed by their irregular sighs ... A moan escaped the singer's lips when he touched several times its nerve, and he finally came, quickly followed by his lover.
A tear beads in the corner of his eye and he smiles before placing a kiss on the youngest forehead. "I love you Hoya.” He says, laughing. The dancer doesn’t understand his reaction, but watching him smiles, hearing him laughs makes his heart blew in his chest. Then he stretched his lips in turn and tells him he loves him too.
Pairing: Howoo/Wooya (Hoya x Woohyun)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Cute smut? XD Well, I tried to write it cute.
Disclaimers: Infinite members are not mine.
Summary: He just needs him.
Note: Eeeeeh. This this my first smut one-shot. I think it's a bit awkward sometimes, I'm sorry. There's so much words in french I can't translate in english. TT
Lying down for a long time now, his headphones in his ears, he stared at the ceiling of his room without seeing it because of the darkness in which it was plunged. Despite the American rap music he listened to fall asleep, he could hear Sungjong’s slow and peaceful breathing who was nearby. And just when he uttered a low sigh, exasperated for not being able to fall asleep, the door of their room opened gently, allowing a ray of light. A figure entered and closed the door immediately after. Quickly, the dancer removed his headphones and turned off his i-pod, knowing full well who had just entered. When he felt a weight settle on his bed, he hastened to find the hand of his boyfriend before taking it in his. "You should sleep hyung.”
"I can’t ... Hoya ... I need it." The dancer frowned slightly and shook his head. He hated those moments. He loved Woohyun of course, with all his heart. But when his boyfriend was in this state, he had one wish: running away as far as possible. He felt terribly uncomfortable, and instinctively he began to bite his lower lip. "Okay, come on." He stood up, taking care to keep Woohyun’s hand firmly in his and left quietly before heading to the only bathroom of their new apartment.
Once the door closed, he pressed the older without violence against it and started to make a multitude of little kisses on his neck making slowly his way to his jaw. He already felt his lover body stiffen as he lovingly took possession of his lips. He knows him by heart, he knows how to stir up his excitement. Then slowly, he nibbles his lips, first the one above, then he focuses on the lower one. He doesn’t want to be abrupt, but when Woohyun’s hands are wrapped in an almost possessive way around his neck, he bites a little harder. Quickly, he slides his tongue against his, and while his hands are lost on his boyfriend hips, they began a sensual dance. Woohyun moaned faintly, and he smiled with satisfaction. His hands slide slowly under his shirt and caress those abs that thousands of fans have already seen. At that thought, he pauses a second. And as if he’s reading his thoughts, as if he’s trying to make him understand that he don’t have to worry, the eldest make his grip a little more stronger around his neck. They stay like that for a few seconds, maybe a few minutes. They feel like the time has stopped.
"Hoya, you know it's not of sex I'm addicted, do you?” The singer utters these words in an almost trembling voice as he comes off of him and his eyes filled slowly with tears. Hoya hates to see him like that, so he smiled, took his face between his hands and filed a chaste kiss on the corner of his lips. "I know don’t worry." With that, he withdrew his T-shirt in a rather brutal way. He knows, he knows what Woohyun feels for him. He knows how he needs to feel close to him. So to speed things he begins to pull down his jogging, but Woohyun stops him and silently makes him to change his place with him. The elder’s gaze lands on his bare chest and he drags his tongue over his lower lip. And still without a word, he removed his pants before kneeling. "Hyung, no ..." But the oldest is not listening, his lips land on the tip of his penis and slowly, too slowly he takes it entirely. Instinctively, the dancer's hands grips his hair while the singer teases him, pumping his member slowly. Hoya’s sighs are more raucous, more rapid and a delicious shiver runs over his body while his cock swells.
“Hyung, I’m…” It does not take long to Woohyun to understand, and quickly he gets up to grab wildly his boyfriend's lips. "Take me right now Hoya." His words are just a whisper, just audible. He throws his arms around his muscular waist and pulls him to meet again against the door. "You'll get hurt.” As whenever he is upset or worried, the dancer frowns, he doesn’t like this idea. He doesn’t want to see Woohyun suffer ... "I’m the one asking this, I need you here right away. I beg you." And without giving him time to answer, he puts his hands in the youngest brown hair before wrapping his legs around his waist. So Hoya gives up, he lays his lips on his neck, tasting with passion the flavor of his skin, his arms tightly around the singer’s torso. And while he penetrates him as slowly as possible, he nibbles, licks and sucks the fragile skin of the older, until to leave a mark on his collarbone. Woohyun bites his lip violently to not make any noise. He knows that the other members are sleeping in the next room, he must not wake them. But the pain gets worse every second as Hoya goes deeper into him. It hurts terribly. But it also feels good. His breath was cut a few seconds, then resumes jerkily. When the dancer begins to move he feels like being pierced. The pain is intense, but just knowing that Hoya is in him makes him forget. The seconds pass, the room is bathed in silence crushed by their irregular sighs ... A moan escaped the singer's lips when he touched several times its nerve, and he finally came, quickly followed by his lover.
A tear beads in the corner of his eye and he smiles before placing a kiss on the youngest forehead. "I love you Hoya.” He says, laughing. The dancer doesn’t understand his reaction, but watching him smiles, hearing him laughs makes his heart blew in his chest. Then he stretched his lips in turn and tells him he loves him too.