Random Oneshots Pt. 2

Style x Fadel: {Feisty} [M]

DunkJoong agenda. I actually don't know them that much, and I'm only on like the third episode of The Heart Killers, soooo

POV: 3rd Person

  Style was partially in it for the car, but now that he's realized Fadel was much more interesting, he wasn't about to let this go. He's not even in it for the car anymore, and more so, he was just here for the pretty man that worked at the restaurant by day and a stripping host by night.

  He was immediately enraptured when he saw the man dancing in running water, stripping little by little before wrapping the woman's neck around his belt. God, did he wish that was him. To get a taste of the man that was so feisty around him and cold, but to have him melt in his arms the moment he surrenders control.

  The mechanic knew that this was going to be a hard job, especially when all he's done was annoy the Hell out of the taller man.

  What Style doesn't know, is the lust Fadel had felt when they were in the sauna together.

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  Thinking back to it, Fadel had felt himself twitch with excitement. He knew he shouldn't feel so aroused by someone who's so annoying, but the man was awfully attractive. Even if Fadel knows that the mechanic was probably on the receiving end like he was, he felt a hot desire of need washing over his head and drenching his entire body.

  The chef's hands trailed down to his pants, feeling at his hardened member before giving it a soft stroke. Would Style touch him like this? He yanks at his erection harder. Or would Style be rough like this? He gasped, imagining the man's lips around his manhood, hand fastening around the length and stroking even further.

  The sound of music deafens him from his own embarrassing, muffled moans. His other hand travels further downwards, using his precome to slick himself up as his fingers probed in. Was Style big? Was he long, and would he be as hard as Fadel is right now if he were to touch him? His hands worked quicker, pumping his length and massaging his insides, pushing his fingers and hoping to reach the spot of pleasure.

  "Ngh-" A whimper leaves his lips before he could stop himself. He wants to know badly how the man would feel inside of him. Would he rock his hips tantalizingly slow? Fadel pushes the fingers in and out of him slowly, before shoving them back in harshly. Or would he have pushed Fadel until he could no longer take it?

  His fingers stretched him out, and all he could do was muffle himself against his pillow, drool drenching the case as he bites down on it. This was embarrassing. Fadel had never gone to the land of buying himself toys like his younger brother, too embarrassed to have his brother find out what position he was for his large size.

  It was funny that he was the bottom out of the two of them, because others would've expected his younger, more 'innocent' sounding brother to be more of that. But Fadel would rather die than have Bison find out he was the receiver. The teasing would never end.

  His mind was clouded with Style's body that night, an orgasm so hard he had thrashed around in his bed, unable to move for at least a minute before he recovered from his fantasies.

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  Humiliation washes over his body like a cold rush of water, different from the lust he had felt nights ago when he thought about Style. Now that the younger man was in front of him in this parking lot, telling him that he saw Fadel dancing in such an embarrassing, and lewd way, he can only feel heat rush up from his chest, up his neck, and to his ears.

  The tingling sensation on his cheeks makes him unable to bear the heat of Style's eyes, glancing away with a flustered flounder of his hands. "It's nothing. My part-time job." He grits out, why did he have to lie like this? Especially not when this annoying man would most definitely tease him.

  But instead of a teasing tone, arms wrapped around his waist and pushed him against the hood of his car. A face is close to his, and he can feel a hot breath against his neck. Fadel doesn't know why he doesn't push the mechanic away, even when he definitely has the strength.

  "P', do you realize how sexy you looked? Hm?" A deep rumble leaves Style's lips, and it almost makes his knees tremble as he clutched the man's shirt. "Who did you imagine when you danced? Was it me? Was it someone else?" The shorter's fingers trailed up his thin shirt, rubbing soothing circles, but all he could feel was the heat.

  He leaned back against the car, heart thumping in his chest in a way that he would never imagine. "P'Fadel." The said man almost lets out a whimper if not for his teeth latching onto his bottom lip and biting down. "Who would've thought, hm?"

  Fadel drew him close, bringing their lips together hastily because he can't stand the burning gaze any longer. His hands trailed up Style's hair, gripping and pulling. It brings a groan out of the man in front of him, gripping his hips and pushing him down against the hood of the car. "P', open the door."

  A deep hum leaves him. The chef fumbled for his keys, and when he finally gets it open, they climb inside the back seat together. He finds himself with spread legs, Style between them. "I was worried you wouldn't be down to be manhandled, but I guess I'm lucky to catch you like this." The mechanic feels him up, kissing at his neck and working his buttons. "You're so hot, P'."

  "Mnh-" His noises slip from him once his mouth is pried open by a tongue, and he could only push himself into the seat and make more room. He needs this now, but they can't possibly.. "I- I don't have-"

  "Good thing I brought these with me." Style searches his pockets, and there, lube and a condom. "I always bring them along when I go meet you. That's how crazy I am over you, Fadel."

  "Hurry, please." He whimpers, grinding down against the man like he was in heat.

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  Fadel's fantasies come true, and his questions are answered with Style's roughness. He doesn't get any mercy once they get going and get used to the sensation. The chef's awfully tight. The way Style fills him up is intoxicating. "O-oh my God.. Ha-.."

  His noises are so embarrassing, but when he tries to cover his mouth, his wrists find themselves pinned. "I like the way you sound. You feel so good." A possessive growl leaves the mechanic's mouth, and his legs are pushed even further apart.

  He can just feel the way the car shakes under the younger man's force. The windows are fogged up, and their pants fill the cramp space. Fadel gets pushed so far up that his hand grasped for the window, trying to keep himself grounded, but it's too slippery. The water makes his hand slip down onto the cup-holder, and he can only grab onto Style lest he loses his mind.

  The way the taller thrashed in his hold when they come together was much harder than he had when he was left in his own bed that night. He's completely limp in Style's arms and the man is so gentle unlike moments ago, riding it out.

  Style neatly cleaned them up, tying his condom and throwing it out the window without a care. The cold air outside makes him shiver, but the mechanic's warm body is back onto his, planting kisses up his neck and to his lips. "Can I kiss you?"

  He can only let out a weak scoff. "After all of that, you ask if you can kiss me like we're strangers?" Fadel pulls him down once Style gives him a light push on the shoulder, and when their lips meet, it's electrifying.

  It's so warm, and it's all Fadel can think of. Mind hazy from his afterglow but also because of the man atop him.

  "So feisty, but like this, you're so cute."

  "Shut up," Fadel slaps a hand over his mouth to muffle his attempts at flirting. He doesn't know if he can take this after all of that.

  "Narak~" He can hear Style coo underneath his hand, and he pushes the man up, having his head bang against the roof of the car. "Ow!-" He holds his head and stares down at Fadel who flushes.

  "Sorry.."

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  From a distance, Bison's mouth falls open, and called for Kant to pick him up. He's not sure if he can sit in a car that smelled like sex. At least he'll finally get to tease Fadel.

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Author's note: This is so crazy