[infinite] in the driver's seat
Fic: Infinite, Woohyun/Dongwoo
Summary: College boyfriends AU. Part of a collection of mid-length AU and mostly PWP one-shots wherein Woohyun gets with every single member of Infinite (sometimes more than one at a time).
Rating: NC17
Contents: Fluff, nam-feelings, PWP
Word Count: 1.7k
Also on AO3 and tumblr, collection tag here
In retrospect, Woohyun figures that Dongwoo being their group’s permanent designated driver was as inevitable as the fact that he and Woohyun have been joined at the hip since the very first day of freshman orientation. Dongwoo keeps insisting he doesn’t mind, that he’s fine being the only one with a license/car and driving everyone everywhere and never having more than one drink whenever they all go out anywhere, always keeping an eye out on the younger ones to make sure no one goes too crazy. And Woohyun loves that about Dongwoo, that he has so much to give and gives it so freely, but there’s a point where even Woohyun starts to feel a little bitter.
They’re kissing in the corner of the club room one night, and literally no sooner than Woohyun slides his hand up Dongwoo’s thigh does a chorus of high pitched shrieks from Sungjong and/or Sungyeol interrupt them.
“Aigoo, what happened now?” Dongwoo jumps up and runs off, leaving Woohyun bored and alone with his drink, and even after that Dongwoo spends more of his time comforting a stressed and drunkenly venting Sunggyu than making out with Woohyun, and that’s when Woohyun decides something needs to be done.
When they’re driving home later, Woohyun watches Dongwoo’s face from the passenger seat as Dongwoo stares out the window. He’s making sure Myungsoo and Sungyeol, the last two to get dropped off, safely enter their dorm building, and it occurs to Woohyun for not the first time that a large part of it really is about Dongwoo’s peace of mind. Whatever. At least they’re finally alone together.
“Doesn’t it bother you?” he asks, leaning over into Dongwoo’s space, kissing his cheek in invitation.
“Huh?” Dongwoo smiles in that blankly good-natured way of his and shuts off the engine, undoing the safety belt and leaning his seat back as Woohyun half-climbs, half-wriggles onto his lap.
“You know, having to drive everyone around every night. Not getting to party any while everyone else has fun.” Woohyun slips his arms around Dongwoo’s neck, fully straddling him now, and for once in his life he’s thankful they’re both rather… compact-sized. The back of his head is squished against the roof of the car a little, but it’s not uncomfortable or anything.
“I don’t need to get drunk or anything to have fun, though.” Dongwoo laughs his weird cartoony laugh as he slips his hands up Woohyun’s shirt. “I just like being with you guys.”
Woohyun senses that gross weird annoyed feeling that’s definitely not jealousy bubble up inside him again, covers it up by leaning down to kiss Dongwoo, long and slow, the warm air inside the car starting to feel even hotter.
“Still,” he mutters after they finally pull apart. He’s not sure why he’s getting so worked up about it when it’s obvious Dongwoo doesn’t mind, but that somehow just makes Woohyun even more defensive of him. “People could offer to pay for a cab every now and then, but they don’t. It really doesn’t bother you at all?”
“Of course not.” Dongwoo blinks up at Woohyun, his confusion evident. “I dunno, I guess I feel better when I’m sure everyone can get home safe, you know? Why is it such a big deal?”
“I just…” Woohyun searches for a way to articulate his feelings that Dongwoo will understand. Maybe it’s not jealousy, exactly, but it’s close enough that it’s harder for Woohyun to map it out in his head, much less explain in a way that won’t hurt Dongwoo. “It’s not just driving, you’re always doing so much for everyone, you know? And I like that about you, but sometimes I just… I...”
He trails off, cups Dongwoo’s face with his hands, his thumb tracing Dongwoo’s plush lips. “It’s stupid, but I miss you, sometimes. A little.”
“Woohyun-ah…” Dongwoo’s huge lower lip trembles, his eyes watering a little, and Woohyun feels like someone ripped his heart straight out of his chest. “I’m--I didn’t know. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I mean it,” Woohyun breathes, dropping a soft kiss to Dongwoo’s forehead. He wipes away Dongwoo’s tears, a small grin working his way onto his face.
“But I mean, if you feel that bad... you could make it up to me. Right here, right now.”
“What do you…” Dongwoo begins, then lets out a tiny scream (meep!) when Woohyun produces a packet of lube and a condom out of his back pocket.
“W-what? You mean right now right now?” he laughs, somewhat nervously, and Woohyun smirks.
“I got myself nice and ready for you already.” Woohyun whispers in Dongwoo’s ear, revels in the way Dongwoo’s entire body twitches underneath him at the news. “I had to do something to entertain myself while you were off putting out fires, you know.”
When he pulls back to look at him, Dongwoo is gaping at him in disbelief, his face clearly flushed even in the dim light of the car. After a moment he laughs again, incredulously. “Wait, really?”
"Really." Woohyun slides his hands down Dongwoo’s chest, across his stomach, feeling the lean muscles tense deliciously underneath the thin fabric of his shirt. “In the bathroom before we left, while I was waiting for you to come back… thinking about what you’d do to me later.”
“Um… yikes,” Dongwoo mutters under his breath, and Woohyun thinks that it’s really only Jang Dongwoo who can get away with saying stuff like that when they’re about to fuck. “Shouldn’t we, um, move to the backseat at least?”
“We’re both short, it’s fine,” Woohyun shrugs, and starts to undo Dongwoo’s jeans, but Dongwoo puts his hand on Woohyun’s wrist.
“But I don’t want you to bang your head,” he says in all seriousness, his brow furrowed in concern, and Woohyun tries unsuccessfully to stifle a giggle.
“Just recline your seat more. I’ve got this,” he says soothingly. Dongwoo nods uncertainly, but obeys and leans back the seat until it’s almost fully horizontal, giving Woohyun a lot more room to maneuver. He stares up at Woohyun with wide eyes, his huge mouth hanging half-open.
“Whoa, this feels… weird.”
“Shhhhhh.” As much as Woohyun empathizes with the need to keep talking no matter what, he puts a finger to Dongwoo’s lips before finally unbuttoning and pulling down Dongwoo’s jeans and boxers for him. He’s already half-hard, but Woohyun is impatient. He puts his hand at the base of Dongwoo’s dick and his lips at the head, stroking and sucking at the same time, and the half-moan, half-whine that escapes Dongwoo’s throat is music to Woohyun’s ears.
“Woohyunie-- it’s too-- you’re too much,” Dongwoo stammers, tugging gently at Woohyun’s hair after only a couple minutes of this. “I-- I need to be inside you, please.”
Well, then. If Woohyun wasn’t hard and aching already, those words alone would be enough to do it, but like he’d actually admit that. He stops sucking and snakes up Dongwoo’s body for a kiss, keeping their lips pressed together as he unzips his own jeans and works them down off his hips.
“Woohyun.” Dongwoo inhales sharply as he moves to put the condom on himself, but Woohyun grabs it from him and does that for him too. He sits up again, unscrewing the lube and emptying it into his hands, warming it up in his palms before running his slick hands over Dongwoo’s erection.
“Woohyun,” Dongwoo whines his name again as Woohyun lifts his hips, shifting around as he gets into position. “Woohyun, please--”
“I’m here. I got you,” Woohyun takes Dongwoo’s hand and whispers into the palm of it, placing a light kiss there as he finally lowers himself down. It’s an unfamiliar setup, and it feels like every inch of his body is tensing in concentration--he has to be extra careful, but eventually, he’s finally fully seated on him. When Dongwoo reaches out to help steady him with his free hand, Woohyun lets out a stuttering breath as he stares into Dongwoo’s eyes.
“A-Are you okay? Does it hurt…?” Dongwoo’s voice sounds strained, like he might come if Woohyun so much as moves a muscle, but the worry in his tone is still readily apparent, and Woohyun manages a smile for him.
“It’s… a lot. S’ok though,” Woohyun breathes, forcing himself to relax as much as he can, but Dongwoo is so, so much inside him, and yet somehow still not enough. He squeezes Dongwoo’s hand, shifts his hips just barely, and even the slight movement elicits a loud gasp from both of them.
“Woohyun. Woohyun,” Dongwoo whimpers his name, over and over again, and Woohyun feels warm affection blooming in his chest as he looks down at Dongwoo. His face is sweaty, flushed and slack with desire, with longing for Woohyun, only for him, and Woohyun revels in that fact as he takes Dongwoo’s other hand and moves it so they’re both stroking his own erection. It helps him relax quite a bit, enough to where he feels comfortable slowly lifting up and down with Dongwoo still hard and throbbing inside him, and Dongwoo’s whimpering quickly turns into the full-throated moans Woohyun likes best.
He doesn’t have much time to enjoy it, though, because soon Dongwoo comes inside of him with a long groan, tossing his head to the side and exposing his exquisitely defined jawline. Woohyun squeezes tight around him, wringing every last drop out of him, and afterwards he comes too, a sticky mess all over both their shirts, but he doesn’t care--he’s too high on the knowledge that it’s only him who Dongwoo belongs to right now, only him who can make Dongwoo feel like this, sound like this, come inside of him like this.
“You’re.... you’re really incredible, you know that?” Dongwoo pants as Woohyun lifts off of him.
“I know.” Woohyun grins smugly, grabbing some napkins from the Dongwoo’s car door stash and cleaning up the mess and the condom. Once he’s finished he wastes no time in lying down on top of Dongwoo still reclined in the car seat, resting his head on his shoulder and sliding both their hands together, fingers interlocked tightly.
“Woohyun-ah,” Dongwoo murmurs, after a while.
“Yeees?”
“You know that I… no matter what, I always care about you the most, right?”
His voice is a little shaky, like he might cry again, and Woohyun moves his head a little to press a gentle, grateful kiss to the side of Dongwoo’s neck. Woohyun knows he’s spoiled, that he can be selfish and immature, yet by some miracle, Dongwoo loves him back anyway. He smiles softly.
“Yeah, I do.”
Summary: College boyfriends AU. Part of a collection of mid-length AU and mostly PWP one-shots wherein Woohyun gets with every single member of Infinite (sometimes more than one at a time).
Rating: NC17
Contents: Fluff, nam-feelings, PWP
Word Count: 1.7k
Also on AO3 and tumblr, collection tag here
In retrospect, Woohyun figures that Dongwoo being their group’s permanent designated driver was as inevitable as the fact that he and Woohyun have been joined at the hip since the very first day of freshman orientation. Dongwoo keeps insisting he doesn’t mind, that he’s fine being the only one with a license/car and driving everyone everywhere and never having more than one drink whenever they all go out anywhere, always keeping an eye out on the younger ones to make sure no one goes too crazy. And Woohyun loves that about Dongwoo, that he has so much to give and gives it so freely, but there’s a point where even Woohyun starts to feel a little bitter.
They’re kissing in the corner of the club room one night, and literally no sooner than Woohyun slides his hand up Dongwoo’s thigh does a chorus of high pitched shrieks from Sungjong and/or Sungyeol interrupt them.
“Aigoo, what happened now?” Dongwoo jumps up and runs off, leaving Woohyun bored and alone with his drink, and even after that Dongwoo spends more of his time comforting a stressed and drunkenly venting Sunggyu than making out with Woohyun, and that’s when Woohyun decides something needs to be done.
When they’re driving home later, Woohyun watches Dongwoo’s face from the passenger seat as Dongwoo stares out the window. He’s making sure Myungsoo and Sungyeol, the last two to get dropped off, safely enter their dorm building, and it occurs to Woohyun for not the first time that a large part of it really is about Dongwoo’s peace of mind. Whatever. At least they’re finally alone together.
“Doesn’t it bother you?” he asks, leaning over into Dongwoo’s space, kissing his cheek in invitation.
“Huh?” Dongwoo smiles in that blankly good-natured way of his and shuts off the engine, undoing the safety belt and leaning his seat back as Woohyun half-climbs, half-wriggles onto his lap.
“You know, having to drive everyone around every night. Not getting to party any while everyone else has fun.” Woohyun slips his arms around Dongwoo’s neck, fully straddling him now, and for once in his life he’s thankful they’re both rather… compact-sized. The back of his head is squished against the roof of the car a little, but it’s not uncomfortable or anything.
“I don’t need to get drunk or anything to have fun, though.” Dongwoo laughs his weird cartoony laugh as he slips his hands up Woohyun’s shirt. “I just like being with you guys.”
Woohyun senses that gross weird annoyed feeling that’s definitely not jealousy bubble up inside him again, covers it up by leaning down to kiss Dongwoo, long and slow, the warm air inside the car starting to feel even hotter.
“Still,” he mutters after they finally pull apart. He’s not sure why he’s getting so worked up about it when it’s obvious Dongwoo doesn’t mind, but that somehow just makes Woohyun even more defensive of him. “People could offer to pay for a cab every now and then, but they don’t. It really doesn’t bother you at all?”
“Of course not.” Dongwoo blinks up at Woohyun, his confusion evident. “I dunno, I guess I feel better when I’m sure everyone can get home safe, you know? Why is it such a big deal?”
“I just…” Woohyun searches for a way to articulate his feelings that Dongwoo will understand. Maybe it’s not jealousy, exactly, but it’s close enough that it’s harder for Woohyun to map it out in his head, much less explain in a way that won’t hurt Dongwoo. “It’s not just driving, you’re always doing so much for everyone, you know? And I like that about you, but sometimes I just… I...”
He trails off, cups Dongwoo’s face with his hands, his thumb tracing Dongwoo’s plush lips. “It’s stupid, but I miss you, sometimes. A little.”
“Woohyun-ah…” Dongwoo’s huge lower lip trembles, his eyes watering a little, and Woohyun feels like someone ripped his heart straight out of his chest. “I’m--I didn’t know. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I mean it,” Woohyun breathes, dropping a soft kiss to Dongwoo’s forehead. He wipes away Dongwoo’s tears, a small grin working his way onto his face.
“But I mean, if you feel that bad... you could make it up to me. Right here, right now.”
“What do you…” Dongwoo begins, then lets out a tiny scream (meep!) when Woohyun produces a packet of lube and a condom out of his back pocket.
“W-what? You mean right now right now?” he laughs, somewhat nervously, and Woohyun smirks.
“I got myself nice and ready for you already.” Woohyun whispers in Dongwoo’s ear, revels in the way Dongwoo’s entire body twitches underneath him at the news. “I had to do something to entertain myself while you were off putting out fires, you know.”
When he pulls back to look at him, Dongwoo is gaping at him in disbelief, his face clearly flushed even in the dim light of the car. After a moment he laughs again, incredulously. “Wait, really?”
"Really." Woohyun slides his hands down Dongwoo’s chest, across his stomach, feeling the lean muscles tense deliciously underneath the thin fabric of his shirt. “In the bathroom before we left, while I was waiting for you to come back… thinking about what you’d do to me later.”
“Um… yikes,” Dongwoo mutters under his breath, and Woohyun thinks that it’s really only Jang Dongwoo who can get away with saying stuff like that when they’re about to fuck. “Shouldn’t we, um, move to the backseat at least?”
“We’re both short, it’s fine,” Woohyun shrugs, and starts to undo Dongwoo’s jeans, but Dongwoo puts his hand on Woohyun’s wrist.
“But I don’t want you to bang your head,” he says in all seriousness, his brow furrowed in concern, and Woohyun tries unsuccessfully to stifle a giggle.
“Just recline your seat more. I’ve got this,” he says soothingly. Dongwoo nods uncertainly, but obeys and leans back the seat until it’s almost fully horizontal, giving Woohyun a lot more room to maneuver. He stares up at Woohyun with wide eyes, his huge mouth hanging half-open.
“Whoa, this feels… weird.”
“Shhhhhh.” As much as Woohyun empathizes with the need to keep talking no matter what, he puts a finger to Dongwoo’s lips before finally unbuttoning and pulling down Dongwoo’s jeans and boxers for him. He’s already half-hard, but Woohyun is impatient. He puts his hand at the base of Dongwoo’s dick and his lips at the head, stroking and sucking at the same time, and the half-moan, half-whine that escapes Dongwoo’s throat is music to Woohyun’s ears.
“Woohyunie-- it’s too-- you’re too much,” Dongwoo stammers, tugging gently at Woohyun’s hair after only a couple minutes of this. “I-- I need to be inside you, please.”
Well, then. If Woohyun wasn’t hard and aching already, those words alone would be enough to do it, but like he’d actually admit that. He stops sucking and snakes up Dongwoo’s body for a kiss, keeping their lips pressed together as he unzips his own jeans and works them down off his hips.
“Woohyun.” Dongwoo inhales sharply as he moves to put the condom on himself, but Woohyun grabs it from him and does that for him too. He sits up again, unscrewing the lube and emptying it into his hands, warming it up in his palms before running his slick hands over Dongwoo’s erection.
“Woohyun,” Dongwoo whines his name again as Woohyun lifts his hips, shifting around as he gets into position. “Woohyun, please--”
“I’m here. I got you,” Woohyun takes Dongwoo’s hand and whispers into the palm of it, placing a light kiss there as he finally lowers himself down. It’s an unfamiliar setup, and it feels like every inch of his body is tensing in concentration--he has to be extra careful, but eventually, he’s finally fully seated on him. When Dongwoo reaches out to help steady him with his free hand, Woohyun lets out a stuttering breath as he stares into Dongwoo’s eyes.
“A-Are you okay? Does it hurt…?” Dongwoo’s voice sounds strained, like he might come if Woohyun so much as moves a muscle, but the worry in his tone is still readily apparent, and Woohyun manages a smile for him.
“It’s… a lot. S’ok though,” Woohyun breathes, forcing himself to relax as much as he can, but Dongwoo is so, so much inside him, and yet somehow still not enough. He squeezes Dongwoo’s hand, shifts his hips just barely, and even the slight movement elicits a loud gasp from both of them.
“Woohyun. Woohyun,” Dongwoo whimpers his name, over and over again, and Woohyun feels warm affection blooming in his chest as he looks down at Dongwoo. His face is sweaty, flushed and slack with desire, with longing for Woohyun, only for him, and Woohyun revels in that fact as he takes Dongwoo’s other hand and moves it so they’re both stroking his own erection. It helps him relax quite a bit, enough to where he feels comfortable slowly lifting up and down with Dongwoo still hard and throbbing inside him, and Dongwoo’s whimpering quickly turns into the full-throated moans Woohyun likes best.
He doesn’t have much time to enjoy it, though, because soon Dongwoo comes inside of him with a long groan, tossing his head to the side and exposing his exquisitely defined jawline. Woohyun squeezes tight around him, wringing every last drop out of him, and afterwards he comes too, a sticky mess all over both their shirts, but he doesn’t care--he’s too high on the knowledge that it’s only him who Dongwoo belongs to right now, only him who can make Dongwoo feel like this, sound like this, come inside of him like this.
“You’re.... you’re really incredible, you know that?” Dongwoo pants as Woohyun lifts off of him.
“I know.” Woohyun grins smugly, grabbing some napkins from the Dongwoo’s car door stash and cleaning up the mess and the condom. Once he’s finished he wastes no time in lying down on top of Dongwoo still reclined in the car seat, resting his head on his shoulder and sliding both their hands together, fingers interlocked tightly.
“Woohyun-ah,” Dongwoo murmurs, after a while.
“Yeees?”
“You know that I… no matter what, I always care about you the most, right?”
His voice is a little shaky, like he might cry again, and Woohyun moves his head a little to press a gentle, grateful kiss to the side of Dongwoo’s neck. Woohyun knows he’s spoiled, that he can be selfish and immature, yet by some miracle, Dongwoo loves him back anyway. He smiles softly.
“Yeah, I do.”