Wookhun: It Takes Two
Title: It Takes Two
Rating: NC-17 (light, rating is this for safety reasons)
Fandom: 2PM; AU
Pairing: Wooyoung/Nichkhun
Word Count: 1,592
Summary: Wooyoung is a hooker. Nichkhun is his customer. They have sex. That is all.
Notes: I thought it wasn't fair that SuJu/DBSK got to be hookers. 2PM clearly needed to branch out into that area. I apologize in advance for the very shitty pr0n.
it takes two
Wooyoung walks into the room, his eyes adjusting to the neon flashing lights that flashed according to the beat of the music. His eyes scope out the contents of the club that night, scrunching his nose in mild disgust when he realizes there’s no one appealing. It was one of those nights again, nights where money will not be bouncing happily in his pockets.
He sits on one of the stools by the bar, rapping is knuckles hard on the wood. Jinwoon turns around, raising an eyebrow as he towels the glass in his hands dry. He walks over, glass in hand, puts it down and begins taking out various bottles of liquor. He sets the glass down in front of Wooyoung and smirks.
“One Gin and Tonic for the irritable whore.”
Not bothering to reply, he hastily takes the drink and downs it.
“It’s not a shot, Wooyoung,” Jinwoon says dryly, as he rolls his eyes and walks away.
“Should have been,” Wooyoung mutters under his breath.
He looks up when another drink is placed under his nose. Jinwoon shrugs and mouths Vodka and Wooyoung grins, downing it as fast as he can. He reaches over the counter for a lime, sucking on it visibly pleased. Jinwoon smirks and walks away to the other side of the bar to serve his other customers.
Right, customers, Wooyoung thinks and scours the club once again. There was no one in the club particularly eye catching, and one who looked like he could satisfy Wooyoung. Money-wise, that is. He grinds his teeth together, a feeling of displeasure washing over him once more. He mustn’t be picky; he’s already been scolded by that far too many times for his own good. Changmin had already called him into his office and said if he wasn’t going to start bringing in some sort of profit, he’d be out on the streets once more.
No, definitely could not have that.
Sighing, Wooyoung gets up and starts to make his way to the dance floor. As he does so he feels someone grab onto his wrist. Turning his head, he’s soon eye to eye with a very, very, very handsome guy. Short brown hair, styled delicious enough that Wooyoung can picture himself running his fingers through it; he has on fitted dress pants that hang onto his waist like it had been custom made. His white shirt is buttoned to the top, save for the first two buttons that allow a splash of skin to be seen. Wooyoung does his inner happy dance at the prospect of big cash flow.
“Can I help you?” he asks the stranger who replies with a smile.
“Can I buy you a drink?” the stranger asks, his arm gesturing to Wooyoung’s empty seat.
Unable to hide his grin, Wooyoung walks back to his seat, his body turned towards the stranger. Jinwoon saunters over, barely hiding his smirk directed to Wooyoung.
“What can I get for you tonight?”
“I’ll just have soju, please-” Wooyoung notices how his Korean is rough around the edges of his mouth, and he is suddenly pleased with himself. He’s scored himself a foreigner! - “and for my companion-?”
Wooyoung looks at Jinwoon and gives him a pointed look. “The usual,” he replies eventually. Jinwoon nods his head obligingly and walks off to make the drinks. He comes back and places them on the counter before walking away once more.
“You’re not from here?” Wooyoung asks suddenly, he doesn’t want to drink his gin and tonic so instead he wets his lips with the drink before setting it down.
The stranger nods, downing a shot of soju and looks up at Wooyoung with a smile. “Nope, I’m here on business. I’m from America.”
Wooyoung grins despite himself. “America? Really?” He leans forward in his seat, resting his elbow on the counter. “What kind of business?”
The stranger waves his hand in the air dismissively. “It’s really neither here nor there. Not that important. Besides, I came here to get away from that shit.” He grins up at Wooyoung. “I’m Nichkhun, by the way.”
He holds out his hand and Wooyoung assumes this is the American greeting they were told about and he reaches over to take hold of it. “Wooyoung, pleasure to meet you.”
Nichkhun’s hold on his hand lingers longer than it should have Wooyoung notices but doesn’t say anything when Nichkhun replies, “Pleasure’s mine.”
“Listen,” Nichkhun starts, “how about we go some place else. Some place ... quiet?”
Wooyoung grins. “Of course, follow me.”
Nichkhun downs one more shot of soju before following Wooyoung out of the darkness of the club into a small corridor in the back. Wooyoung fumbles a bit as he reaches into his pants pocket and takes out a small key, which he immediately shoves into the key hole and listens for the soft click. He opens the door and motions for Nichkhun to follow him. Nichkhun gapes after Wooyoung.
“Is this...?”
Wooyoung nods his head.
“I’ve heard about this before,” Nichkhun says in awe as he looks around the long corridor, which is nothing much save for doors and white white walls. “My coworkers who’ve been to Korea have talked about this place.”
Wooyoung shrugs his shoulders and stops in front of the door. He turns to look at Nichkhun who’s looking at him with a gobsmacked expression. “Guess we’re world famous, huh?”
He smiles and opens the door to his room and Nichkhun follows suit. Once inside Nichkhun forgets about his momentary happiness at actually finding this place and realizes he has a very hot guy in front of him. One who’s supposed to be skilled at what Nichkhun is after, making him grin.
“Kiss me,” Nichkhun demands and Wooyoung is obliged to comply.
Wooyoung steps forward with confidence and presses his lips softly against Nichkhun’s. He runs his tongue slowly against Nichkhun’s lips, teasing him before taking the bottom lip between his teeth, sucking gently. Nichkhun groans at the sensation, opens his mouth and allows Wooyoung’s tongue to plunder deep inside. It doesn’t take long before the kiss starts to get heated and Nichkhun’s hands are under Wooyoung’s shirt.
Wooyoung knows this time is different, especially since he’s never lost himself in the moment with another customer before. Not like this, definitely not like this. He moans low in his throat when Nichkhun manages to divest him of his shirt and throw it onto the floor. His hands immediately explore the half naked man, memorizing the slight curve here and there, the hardness of his spine against his fingers. He’s surprised as Wooyoung also manages to take his shirt off without his noticing.
“Bed,” Nichkhun says, his lips barely leaving Wooyoung’s, before capturing them in a searing kiss. Wooyoung wonders how he manages to manoeuvre the both of them there. He abandons all thought at once when Nichkhun’s mouth ravishes his own once more. He hardly notices the clasp of his pants being undone, or his zipper being opened hurriedly. Wooyoung starts to notice he has a job to do when he feels the cool air touch his skin and his eyes shoot open.
He immediately fumbles as he tries to sit up and take off Nichkhun’s pants but the other man shakes his head. “You’re supposed to do what your customer wants, are you not?”
“Yes.”
“Good, I thought so,” Nichkhun replies and removes Wooyoung’s fingers from his pants. “You’re not going to be doing much of anything tonight, Wooyoung.” He shucks off his pants and boxers in one sweep, doing the same with Wooyoung who is still looking at him in shock. Nichkhun presses their erections together causing the other man to hiss between his teeth. Nichkhun leans up and nips at Wooyoung’s collarbone. “What you will be doing is screaming my name.”
Wooyoung wants to open his mouth to reply but moans instead when Nichkhun’s hand grabs his erection. His movements start off slow, languid and Wooyoung’s breathing hitches as Nichkhun kisses patterns on his hipbones.
“Lube?”
Wooyoung’s startled. This guy wants to prep him? He’s surprised and apparently Nichkhun can tell because he’s looking at him with a raised eyebrow. He groans, it shouldn’t look fucking natural and hot that he’s looking down at him like that, with Wooyoung’s cock in his hand making slightly movements.
“Lube,” he says again and this time it isn’t a question.
Wooyoung manages to point to the small dresser table next to his bed. Nichkhun abandons him for a moment, making Wooyoung curse silently in disappointment. Instead, he positions himself on the bed and Nichkhun gives him a funny look.
“Not like that,” he says and motions for Wooyoung to lie on his back. “I want to see your face when you come.”
Wooyoung tries to pretend that he’s unaffected by what Nichkhun said, but fails and he eyes the other man through half-lidded eyes.
“Watch me, open your eyes,” Nichkhun whispers.
He slicks his fingers with lube and pushes a digit inside Wooyoung. Wooyoung moans, opens his legs even more as Nichkhun adds another finger. He opens his eyes, looks into Nichkhun’s and - “Now.”
Nichkhun removes his fingers and quickly replaces them with his cock at Wooyoung’s entrance. He thrusts quickly, grabs a fistful of Wooyoung’s cock and finds a rhythm that has both of them seeing white so fast it’s almost too good to be true.
Nichkhun falls on top of Wooyoung; places butterfly kisses down his throat before closing his eyes, falling asleep to Wooyoung’s silent breathing.
*
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Rating: NC-17 (light, rating is this for safety reasons)
Fandom: 2PM; AU
Pairing: Wooyoung/Nichkhun
Word Count: 1,592
Summary: Wooyoung is a hooker. Nichkhun is his customer. They have sex. That is all.
Notes: I thought it wasn't fair that SuJu/DBSK got to be hookers. 2PM clearly needed to branch out into that area. I apologize in advance for the very shitty pr0n.
it takes two
Wooyoung walks into the room, his eyes adjusting to the neon flashing lights that flashed according to the beat of the music. His eyes scope out the contents of the club that night, scrunching his nose in mild disgust when he realizes there’s no one appealing. It was one of those nights again, nights where money will not be bouncing happily in his pockets.
He sits on one of the stools by the bar, rapping is knuckles hard on the wood. Jinwoon turns around, raising an eyebrow as he towels the glass in his hands dry. He walks over, glass in hand, puts it down and begins taking out various bottles of liquor. He sets the glass down in front of Wooyoung and smirks.
“One Gin and Tonic for the irritable whore.”
Not bothering to reply, he hastily takes the drink and downs it.
“It’s not a shot, Wooyoung,” Jinwoon says dryly, as he rolls his eyes and walks away.
“Should have been,” Wooyoung mutters under his breath.
He looks up when another drink is placed under his nose. Jinwoon shrugs and mouths Vodka and Wooyoung grins, downing it as fast as he can. He reaches over the counter for a lime, sucking on it visibly pleased. Jinwoon smirks and walks away to the other side of the bar to serve his other customers.
Right, customers, Wooyoung thinks and scours the club once again. There was no one in the club particularly eye catching, and one who looked like he could satisfy Wooyoung. Money-wise, that is. He grinds his teeth together, a feeling of displeasure washing over him once more. He mustn’t be picky; he’s already been scolded by that far too many times for his own good. Changmin had already called him into his office and said if he wasn’t going to start bringing in some sort of profit, he’d be out on the streets once more.
No, definitely could not have that.
Sighing, Wooyoung gets up and starts to make his way to the dance floor. As he does so he feels someone grab onto his wrist. Turning his head, he’s soon eye to eye with a very, very, very handsome guy. Short brown hair, styled delicious enough that Wooyoung can picture himself running his fingers through it; he has on fitted dress pants that hang onto his waist like it had been custom made. His white shirt is buttoned to the top, save for the first two buttons that allow a splash of skin to be seen. Wooyoung does his inner happy dance at the prospect of big cash flow.
“Can I help you?” he asks the stranger who replies with a smile.
“Can I buy you a drink?” the stranger asks, his arm gesturing to Wooyoung’s empty seat.
Unable to hide his grin, Wooyoung walks back to his seat, his body turned towards the stranger. Jinwoon saunters over, barely hiding his smirk directed to Wooyoung.
“What can I get for you tonight?”
“I’ll just have soju, please-” Wooyoung notices how his Korean is rough around the edges of his mouth, and he is suddenly pleased with himself. He’s scored himself a foreigner! - “and for my companion-?”
Wooyoung looks at Jinwoon and gives him a pointed look. “The usual,” he replies eventually. Jinwoon nods his head obligingly and walks off to make the drinks. He comes back and places them on the counter before walking away once more.
“You’re not from here?” Wooyoung asks suddenly, he doesn’t want to drink his gin and tonic so instead he wets his lips with the drink before setting it down.
The stranger nods, downing a shot of soju and looks up at Wooyoung with a smile. “Nope, I’m here on business. I’m from America.”
Wooyoung grins despite himself. “America? Really?” He leans forward in his seat, resting his elbow on the counter. “What kind of business?”
The stranger waves his hand in the air dismissively. “It’s really neither here nor there. Not that important. Besides, I came here to get away from that shit.” He grins up at Wooyoung. “I’m Nichkhun, by the way.”
He holds out his hand and Wooyoung assumes this is the American greeting they were told about and he reaches over to take hold of it. “Wooyoung, pleasure to meet you.”
Nichkhun’s hold on his hand lingers longer than it should have Wooyoung notices but doesn’t say anything when Nichkhun replies, “Pleasure’s mine.”
“Listen,” Nichkhun starts, “how about we go some place else. Some place ... quiet?”
Wooyoung grins. “Of course, follow me.”
Nichkhun downs one more shot of soju before following Wooyoung out of the darkness of the club into a small corridor in the back. Wooyoung fumbles a bit as he reaches into his pants pocket and takes out a small key, which he immediately shoves into the key hole and listens for the soft click. He opens the door and motions for Nichkhun to follow him. Nichkhun gapes after Wooyoung.
“Is this...?”
Wooyoung nods his head.
“I’ve heard about this before,” Nichkhun says in awe as he looks around the long corridor, which is nothing much save for doors and white white walls. “My coworkers who’ve been to Korea have talked about this place.”
Wooyoung shrugs his shoulders and stops in front of the door. He turns to look at Nichkhun who’s looking at him with a gobsmacked expression. “Guess we’re world famous, huh?”
He smiles and opens the door to his room and Nichkhun follows suit. Once inside Nichkhun forgets about his momentary happiness at actually finding this place and realizes he has a very hot guy in front of him. One who’s supposed to be skilled at what Nichkhun is after, making him grin.
“Kiss me,” Nichkhun demands and Wooyoung is obliged to comply.
Wooyoung steps forward with confidence and presses his lips softly against Nichkhun’s. He runs his tongue slowly against Nichkhun’s lips, teasing him before taking the bottom lip between his teeth, sucking gently. Nichkhun groans at the sensation, opens his mouth and allows Wooyoung’s tongue to plunder deep inside. It doesn’t take long before the kiss starts to get heated and Nichkhun’s hands are under Wooyoung’s shirt.
Wooyoung knows this time is different, especially since he’s never lost himself in the moment with another customer before. Not like this, definitely not like this. He moans low in his throat when Nichkhun manages to divest him of his shirt and throw it onto the floor. His hands immediately explore the half naked man, memorizing the slight curve here and there, the hardness of his spine against his fingers. He’s surprised as Wooyoung also manages to take his shirt off without his noticing.
“Bed,” Nichkhun says, his lips barely leaving Wooyoung’s, before capturing them in a searing kiss. Wooyoung wonders how he manages to manoeuvre the both of them there. He abandons all thought at once when Nichkhun’s mouth ravishes his own once more. He hardly notices the clasp of his pants being undone, or his zipper being opened hurriedly. Wooyoung starts to notice he has a job to do when he feels the cool air touch his skin and his eyes shoot open.
He immediately fumbles as he tries to sit up and take off Nichkhun’s pants but the other man shakes his head. “You’re supposed to do what your customer wants, are you not?”
“Yes.”
“Good, I thought so,” Nichkhun replies and removes Wooyoung’s fingers from his pants. “You’re not going to be doing much of anything tonight, Wooyoung.” He shucks off his pants and boxers in one sweep, doing the same with Wooyoung who is still looking at him in shock. Nichkhun presses their erections together causing the other man to hiss between his teeth. Nichkhun leans up and nips at Wooyoung’s collarbone. “What you will be doing is screaming my name.”
Wooyoung wants to open his mouth to reply but moans instead when Nichkhun’s hand grabs his erection. His movements start off slow, languid and Wooyoung’s breathing hitches as Nichkhun kisses patterns on his hipbones.
“Lube?”
Wooyoung’s startled. This guy wants to prep him? He’s surprised and apparently Nichkhun can tell because he’s looking at him with a raised eyebrow. He groans, it shouldn’t look fucking natural and hot that he’s looking down at him like that, with Wooyoung’s cock in his hand making slightly movements.
“Lube,” he says again and this time it isn’t a question.
Wooyoung manages to point to the small dresser table next to his bed. Nichkhun abandons him for a moment, making Wooyoung curse silently in disappointment. Instead, he positions himself on the bed and Nichkhun gives him a funny look.
“Not like that,” he says and motions for Wooyoung to lie on his back. “I want to see your face when you come.”
Wooyoung tries to pretend that he’s unaffected by what Nichkhun said, but fails and he eyes the other man through half-lidded eyes.
“Watch me, open your eyes,” Nichkhun whispers.
He slicks his fingers with lube and pushes a digit inside Wooyoung. Wooyoung moans, opens his legs even more as Nichkhun adds another finger. He opens his eyes, looks into Nichkhun’s and - “Now.”
Nichkhun removes his fingers and quickly replaces them with his cock at Wooyoung’s entrance. He thrusts quickly, grabs a fistful of Wooyoung’s cock and finds a rhythm that has both of them seeing white so fast it’s almost too good to be true.
Nichkhun falls on top of Wooyoung; places butterfly kisses down his throat before closing his eyes, falling asleep to Wooyoung’s silent breathing.
*
also there's this meme..
The "You Should Write..." Meme!
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and yes, this does mean i'm taking requests. i'll make a post about that tomorrow once i've finished work.
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