[infinite] how not to deal with your co-workers
Fic: Infinite, Sunggyu/Woohyun
Summary: Office 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: Humor(?), PWP
Word Count: 1.1k
Also on AO3 and tumblr, collection tag here
For the most part, Sunggyu doesn’t hate his desk job. Or he didn’t, until they got the new guy.
Forget the fact that he’s been actually here for months and no one’s ever actually called Woohyun ‘the new guy’ to begin with, but the way he made heads turn and mouths talk since Day One, the way all the receptionist ladies have been making unsubtle heart eyes and all his other co-workers practically line up to talk to him like he’s a minor celebrity and not a fresh-out-of-school, entry-level assistant in the HR department, it’s downright annoying. But it’s unfortunately only part of Sunggyu’s larger Woohyun Problem.
It’s not Sunggyu’s fault, mind. It’s Woohyun who decided to show up with his cheesy smile and broad shoulders and greasy hairdo and that’s it, there goes Sunggyu’s previously quiet and distraction-free work life. The “Nam Woohyun Variety Hour” that takes place every lunch hour in the break room for the last month or two? Definitely Woohyun’s fault.
They’re in the copy room when Sunggyu really needs to make copies, but unfortunately Woohyun is already using the copier. His eyes accidentally, traitorously make their way to the irritatingly perfect curve of Woohyun’s ass in his obviously tailored suit pants-- who wears tailored suit pants to their shitty 9-to-5, anyway? Only a giant toolbag, Sunggyu assures himself.
He manages to tear his gaze away eventually, thinking Woohyun hasn’t noticed as he finishes up with the copy machine, but as he passes by Sunggyu he whispers, “Like what you see, hmm?” with the most horrifying glimmer in his eyes, and Sunggyu nearly drops all the files he was holding in his arms.
Okay, so maybe that one was kind of his fault.
After that he comes to work and finds a takeout breakfast sandwich on his desk. ‘Like what you see?’ and a heart are written on the paper wrapper in pink marker; not even the receptionist noonas own something as ridiculous as a pink marker. Sunggyu vaguely considers throwing the whole thing in the trash, but ends up going with the superior idea of eating the sandwich and tearing up the wrapper into tiny pieces, then arranging them carefully on Woohyun’s desk (next to his can of multicolored Sharpies) to spell out ‘Fuck You.’
After that, they happen to pass by each other in the men’s bathroom, and it just so happens to be a day and time when the office has mostly emptied out already and Sunggyu honestly thought he was the last one aside from building security. He’s determined to avoid even the barest of greetings, but then Woohyun reaches out and pinches his butt, and Sunggyu is very, very glad the bathroom/office is otherwise empty so no one can hear him scream like a girl.
“Wh-what was that for,” he hisses, grabbing Woohyun by the wrist before Woohyun can slither away giggling to himself like the little greaseball that he is, and when Woohyun turns to face him he has that dangerous look in his eyes again.
“Payback? I know you were checking me out in the copy room.” Woohyun’s smile is playful compared to the intensity burning in his eyes. “You’re welcome to get me back for it, if you’d like.”
“I’ll do more than that,” Sunggyu assures him. Then, he makes one of the worst decisions of his life and drags Woohyun towards him so he can kiss him roughly on the mouth.
Woohyun lets out a pleased hum, opening his lips in encouragement for Sunggyu to push his tongue in. Soon Sunggyu drags him into one of the stalls and practically slams it shut as he shoves Woohyun up against it, and their making out turns from rough into somewhat frantic, his fingers curling tightly into Woohyun’s perfectly styled hair.
“You never-- answered my question. Even after I bribed you and everything,” Woohyun pants after they finally pause for breath, his smile no less confident with kiss-bruised lips. “Did you like it? What you were staring at.”
“I don’t have to answer that.” Sunggyu rolls his eyes at him. “You would need to buy me at least a month’s worth of breakfast sandwiches, not to mention a case of soju before I’ll even consider answering that ridiculous question.”
“Just stop talking.” Woohyun rolls his eyes back and kisses Sunggyu again, and Sunggyu thinks that’s his line, but then Woohyun starts undoing Sunggyu’s belt and getting on his knees and it’s like the foundations of his entire world are being rocked.
“What… are you doing?” It’s not like Sunggyu to ask stupid questions, but his mind is currently reeling. Woohyun glances up at him.
“Do you not want me to?”
Sunggyu stares at the ceiling. This is a bad idea, his entire brain screams at him. Not just bad, terrible. Awful. The worst.
He looks back down at Woohyun, drinks in the sight of his swollen lips and tousled hair, and exhales very, very slowly. “I… maybe... possibly… don’t not want you to.”
“Coulda just said so earlier, then.” Woohyun shrugs and yanks down Sunggyu’s pants and underwear like a pro, and Sunggyu can’t help but wonder just how much practice Woohyun has had with this. Thankfully he can’t follow that train of thought for very long because Woohyun’s mouth is on him and holy shit, his entire brain was wrong for once.
“Oh my god.” Sunggyu gasps, puts his hands in Woohyun’s hair again, and it’s like his body is moving on its own. He has never, ever been blown like this before, not even close, and he’s almost positive Woohyun’s mouth is secretly a portal to another dimension because he wastes no time in deep-throating Sunggyu, hardly even reacts when Sunggyu starts fucking into his mouth, and when Sunggyu comes way too fast he swallows it down like it’s a glass of orange juice. He’s never going to admit ever in his life if he’s imagined what it would be like to be sucked off by Woohyun, but if he had, theoretically, this doesn’t compare to even his wildest (and completely non-existent) fantasies.
He is definitely not still reflecting on any non-existent Woohyun-related fantasies as he pulls his pants back up, in any case. Woohyun stands back up a bit shakily, and without thinking Sunggyu reaches out to steady him, holding onto his arm. It’s the closest thing they’ve had to harmlessly affectionate thus far, and he feels his face heating up at the contact even more than whatever just transpired between his dick and Woohyun’s mouth.
“Not bad, right?” Woohyun laughs, and before Sunggyu can cover up his embarrassment with a witty remark he leans forward to whisper in Sunggyu’s ear again. “If you come out with us to the bar on Friday, I can give you an even better time, I promise.”
“Just what I need,” Sunggyu gripes. “A promise from Woohyun the Great, arrived to save us all from the monotony of corporate servitude with his perfect ass and terrible mouth, what a deal.”
He lays on the sarcasm as thickly as humanly possible, but Woohyun only smiles widely.
“So that’s a yes?”
And the worst part is, it might be.
Summary: Office 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: Humor(?), PWP
Word Count: 1.1k
Also on AO3 and tumblr, collection tag here
For the most part, Sunggyu doesn’t hate his desk job. Or he didn’t, until they got the new guy.
Forget the fact that he’s been actually here for months and no one’s ever actually called Woohyun ‘the new guy’ to begin with, but the way he made heads turn and mouths talk since Day One, the way all the receptionist ladies have been making unsubtle heart eyes and all his other co-workers practically line up to talk to him like he’s a minor celebrity and not a fresh-out-of-school, entry-level assistant in the HR department, it’s downright annoying. But it’s unfortunately only part of Sunggyu’s larger Woohyun Problem.
It’s not Sunggyu’s fault, mind. It’s Woohyun who decided to show up with his cheesy smile and broad shoulders and greasy hairdo and that’s it, there goes Sunggyu’s previously quiet and distraction-free work life. The “Nam Woohyun Variety Hour” that takes place every lunch hour in the break room for the last month or two? Definitely Woohyun’s fault.
They’re in the copy room when Sunggyu really needs to make copies, but unfortunately Woohyun is already using the copier. His eyes accidentally, traitorously make their way to the irritatingly perfect curve of Woohyun’s ass in his obviously tailored suit pants-- who wears tailored suit pants to their shitty 9-to-5, anyway? Only a giant toolbag, Sunggyu assures himself.
He manages to tear his gaze away eventually, thinking Woohyun hasn’t noticed as he finishes up with the copy machine, but as he passes by Sunggyu he whispers, “Like what you see, hmm?” with the most horrifying glimmer in his eyes, and Sunggyu nearly drops all the files he was holding in his arms.
Okay, so maybe that one was kind of his fault.
After that he comes to work and finds a takeout breakfast sandwich on his desk. ‘Like what you see?’ and a heart are written on the paper wrapper in pink marker; not even the receptionist noonas own something as ridiculous as a pink marker. Sunggyu vaguely considers throwing the whole thing in the trash, but ends up going with the superior idea of eating the sandwich and tearing up the wrapper into tiny pieces, then arranging them carefully on Woohyun’s desk (next to his can of multicolored Sharpies) to spell out ‘Fuck You.’
After that, they happen to pass by each other in the men’s bathroom, and it just so happens to be a day and time when the office has mostly emptied out already and Sunggyu honestly thought he was the last one aside from building security. He’s determined to avoid even the barest of greetings, but then Woohyun reaches out and pinches his butt, and Sunggyu is very, very glad the bathroom/office is otherwise empty so no one can hear him scream like a girl.
“Wh-what was that for,” he hisses, grabbing Woohyun by the wrist before Woohyun can slither away giggling to himself like the little greaseball that he is, and when Woohyun turns to face him he has that dangerous look in his eyes again.
“Payback? I know you were checking me out in the copy room.” Woohyun’s smile is playful compared to the intensity burning in his eyes. “You’re welcome to get me back for it, if you’d like.”
“I’ll do more than that,” Sunggyu assures him. Then, he makes one of the worst decisions of his life and drags Woohyun towards him so he can kiss him roughly on the mouth.
Woohyun lets out a pleased hum, opening his lips in encouragement for Sunggyu to push his tongue in. Soon Sunggyu drags him into one of the stalls and practically slams it shut as he shoves Woohyun up against it, and their making out turns from rough into somewhat frantic, his fingers curling tightly into Woohyun’s perfectly styled hair.
“You never-- answered my question. Even after I bribed you and everything,” Woohyun pants after they finally pause for breath, his smile no less confident with kiss-bruised lips. “Did you like it? What you were staring at.”
“I don’t have to answer that.” Sunggyu rolls his eyes at him. “You would need to buy me at least a month’s worth of breakfast sandwiches, not to mention a case of soju before I’ll even consider answering that ridiculous question.”
“Just stop talking.” Woohyun rolls his eyes back and kisses Sunggyu again, and Sunggyu thinks that’s his line, but then Woohyun starts undoing Sunggyu’s belt and getting on his knees and it’s like the foundations of his entire world are being rocked.
“What… are you doing?” It’s not like Sunggyu to ask stupid questions, but his mind is currently reeling. Woohyun glances up at him.
“Do you not want me to?”
Sunggyu stares at the ceiling. This is a bad idea, his entire brain screams at him. Not just bad, terrible. Awful. The worst.
He looks back down at Woohyun, drinks in the sight of his swollen lips and tousled hair, and exhales very, very slowly. “I… maybe... possibly… don’t not want you to.”
“Coulda just said so earlier, then.” Woohyun shrugs and yanks down Sunggyu’s pants and underwear like a pro, and Sunggyu can’t help but wonder just how much practice Woohyun has had with this. Thankfully he can’t follow that train of thought for very long because Woohyun’s mouth is on him and holy shit, his entire brain was wrong for once.
“Oh my god.” Sunggyu gasps, puts his hands in Woohyun’s hair again, and it’s like his body is moving on its own. He has never, ever been blown like this before, not even close, and he’s almost positive Woohyun’s mouth is secretly a portal to another dimension because he wastes no time in deep-throating Sunggyu, hardly even reacts when Sunggyu starts fucking into his mouth, and when Sunggyu comes way too fast he swallows it down like it’s a glass of orange juice. He’s never going to admit ever in his life if he’s imagined what it would be like to be sucked off by Woohyun, but if he had, theoretically, this doesn’t compare to even his wildest (and completely non-existent) fantasies.
He is definitely not still reflecting on any non-existent Woohyun-related fantasies as he pulls his pants back up, in any case. Woohyun stands back up a bit shakily, and without thinking Sunggyu reaches out to steady him, holding onto his arm. It’s the closest thing they’ve had to harmlessly affectionate thus far, and he feels his face heating up at the contact even more than whatever just transpired between his dick and Woohyun’s mouth.
“Not bad, right?” Woohyun laughs, and before Sunggyu can cover up his embarrassment with a witty remark he leans forward to whisper in Sunggyu’s ear again. “If you come out with us to the bar on Friday, I can give you an even better time, I promise.”
“Just what I need,” Sunggyu gripes. “A promise from Woohyun the Great, arrived to save us all from the monotony of corporate servitude with his perfect ass and terrible mouth, what a deal.”
He lays on the sarcasm as thickly as humanly possible, but Woohyun only smiles widely.
“So that’s a yes?”
And the worst part is, it might be.