Kim Wonshik / Ravi x Male Reader

Written by: Admin Sherlock

Request: VIXX’s Ravi. I dont have any scenarios in mind so it’s up to you. If you decide NSFW then switch please. Thank you :)

Sorry, I made him a bit more submissive, but you know, sex lives are always different.

~ Kim Wonshik / Ravi x Reader~

Model

>Your PoV<

“What.”

“Sir”, he said, pushing the door open, letting himself in, “Fashion week is in two hours, you still haven’t confirmed if you are attending.”

I sighed, slouching onto my couch, “What am I going to do there”, I groaned, “I don’t design clothes.”

“But everything there is unique”, he began, ecstatically trying to convince you, “You may even get some inspiration”.

I perked up, I have been needing a new model lately…

“Okay.”

“What-?”

He looked at me, awestruck, “Get changed, I’m not taking you looking like that”, I joked, causing him to nod, leaving faster than he came.

“Wow.”

I turned around, finding my apprentice gawking at me, “What.”

“Nothing, I’ve just never seen you dress so nicely” he said, obviously reaching to touch my three piece suit.

I grabbed his cheek between my thumb and side of my forefinger, “Don’t belittle me.”

He groaned, swatting my hand away, “Did you take the limousine I ordered for you, sir?”

I hummed, starting to walk, my apprentice following suit, “I paid him.”

He sighed, “Good, at least you took the limo here.”

“I came here in a cab.”

He stopped, but I continued walking.

Suddenly, he ran up to me, pressing his hands against my chest as someone caught my eye, “What do you mean-! You- I can’t believe you!”

I was entranced.

Woah… he’s so… beautiful.

“Sir, are you even listening to me”, he said, finally regaining my focus as the man exited my line of sight.

“Yes yes of course”, I said, “Who was that man there?”

He sighed, reluctantly turning around, “Who? There are so many men here.”

“That guy… he had short black hair and a brown coat with a black and white accented coat”, I said, trying to look for him again.

“It’s rare for you to perv on someone in public”, he said, making me glare down at him, seeing he was staring at me incredulously, finally turning back around when he met my glare, “Or is he just a model?”

I started, finding him amongst the crowd, “Both”, I said, pausing, “I think.”

“That guy- that one about to go inside” I said, hiding behind him as if he could see me, or as if I could even hide, towering over my apprentice.

He smacked me, “What do you want me to do about it?”

I felt my heart rate quicken, aware that any social interaction I had would be a negative one, “Go talk to him- ask for his card”, I said, clutching his shoulders subconsciously.

“Fine fine”, he said swatting my hands away, “Just go over there so you can go down the long stairs.”

I nodded, first watching him head towards the man, then following his instructions properly, still feeling my heart beat fast as I thought about possibly working with him.

“Still looking up on that kid?” I heard, not taking my eyes off of my screen.

“He’s really cute…”

He sighed, slapping the back of my head, “You’re becoming one of his fanboys”, he said, placing coffee beside my tablet on the coffee table, “You have his number- why not just call him.”

I rubbed my temples, “I am seriously tempted…”

“Hello?”

I looked, watching as my apprentice took a phone call.

“He should be illegal…” I mumbled, scrolling through more pictures of him.

“Yeah, he was thinking about planning a meeting date for the two of you, he already has a few rough sketches from what you looked like during fashion week,” he said, making me dart back to look at him, “Oh yeah- you’re free this Sunday? Oh, it’s your day off? I promise he won’t take too much time out of your day.”

I shook my head dramatically, waving my hands, trying to undo what had already been done, “Oh, is that so? Well, he looks forward to meeting with you soon. Yes, thank you too, bye.”

I placed my head on my hands, “Why. Do you want me to die?”

“No”, he said, sitting across from me, “I don’t want your career to die.”

I groaned, “I could’ve just kept looking up pictures of him…”

He rolled his eyes, “You have told me many times before”, he said, standing up and grabbing his coat, “You prefer the model to be present.”

I sighed, watching as he left, “I’m going out to get you more supplies, anything specific you’d like?”

I stayed silent, thinking about what color I would think he’d fit best, “Get some darker colors… like a deep aqua…”

“(Y/N) sunbaenim”, I heard, anxiously sitting on a park bench.

I looked up finding the man I’d been waiting for, “Was there something wrong with the cafe I choose-”

I immediately grabbed his hand, pulling him towards my car opening the passenger seat for him, “I really rather not be out for so long”, I said, wiping the sweat off of my hands and onto my coat, going over to the driver’s seat.

I sat down, placing an arm on my forehead, “I’m really sorry Ravi”, I said, trying to calm down, “I’ll brew some coffee for you at my house to make up for it.”

He stayed quiet, making my face heat up, that must have been a really bad first impression…

“Wonshik”, he said, bringing me back to reality, “Just call me Wonshik.”

I turned to look at him, watching him smile, slightly biting his lip.

I sighed in relief, dropping my gaze to his hands, one of which he was rubbing, “Oh- sorry about grabbing your hand so suddenly.”

“N-no, it’s nothing…” he said, making things go silent again.

I nodded, biting my lip, staying silent for a bit longer, starting the car so that we’d be on our way.

“I have a lot of social anxiety”, I admitted, making him turn to face me, “I don’t really know how to talk to people”, I said, turning to face him, “Sorry for ruining this so far” I smiled sadly.

He looked away, and I nodded slowly, continuing to drive.

I felt something on top of my hand, “I understand, (Y/N) sunbaenim”, he said, making me jump in my seat, almost making me put my car in reverse because of the sudden contact. Isn’t it dangerous to do this when you have a stick shift?

“I will work hard to make you get comfortable around me”, he said, as we approached a stop, giving me an opportunity to look over at him.

He had a shy and genuine smile on, the tips of his ears dusted with pink, and his lips pink and pretty.

I nodded, smiling, trying to forget the vivid description I had just created in my mind, continuing to drive.

“Shik”, I yelled, wondering why he was taking so long to get changed into his costume.

“I-I’ll be there in a sec-!”

Worried, I placed my palette down on a nearby table, walking over to my room, where he was changing.

Entering without knocking, I saw him immediately pull his legs to his chest, sitting on the edge of my bed, “Oh, sorry”, I said, walking closer.

I looked him in the eyes, “Is there something wrong, Shik? Did you not want to be my model after all”, I said, confused if our previous 6 meetings were not enough for him to become my model.

“N- ah- no”, he said, his face red, turning his head to the side, “I-I’m good, just, the pants don’t fit.”

I nodded, walking over to get him the larger size, “I bought these in cas-”

Wait.

“Wonshik.”

He hid his face in between his knees, confirming my suspicion.

I chuckled, “Wonshik, it’s human nature, you could have told me from the beginning and I would’ve left you alone” I said, ruffling his hair, “Just come out when your ready, I won’t bother you again.”

I exited my room, but what got him so turned on?

I mixed my paints around, trying for the same red I’d seen on Shik’s ears, the pants? Were they too tight and caused too much friction?

I nodded, finally finding an answer that made the most sense.

“(Y/N)?”

“Yes?” I said from behind the easel.

“Ca-can I take a short break”, he said.

“I’m almost done with the outline”, I said, peeking to see him, watching as he began to tremble, making me almost bolt over to him.

“Are you okay”, I said, placing a hand on his arm.

“I need to attend to something- please.”

Subconsciously, I placed a hand on his thigh, “Why is it that you always get hard when you’re at my house” I asked, curious at the frequency that this has occurred.

“(Y-Y/N)-”, he began, looking up at me, turning an extremely bright red, his brows furrowing.

I flinched, he’s scared…

“Ah, yeah, sorry”, I nodded, unable to get rid of the hurt feeling, “I shouldn’t have done that, you can go home if you’d like.”

I collapsed onto my couch, watching as he rushed into the restroom.

Sighing, I felt defeated, that pretty much confirms that he doesn’t like me right?

Faintly, I heard muffled groans from the restroom, making me bite my lip, this guy…

I crossed my legs, praying that I too wouldn’t get hard.

After a while, he came out of the rest room, his face completely red, “You can go home, my apprentice can take you if you don’t have a ride”, I said, feeling completely let down.

“(Y/N)”, he mumbled.

“Wonshik-ah, I don’t want to repeat myself” I said, glaring at him, wanting to deal with my hurt already.

He only got closer.

“Yah-! Did you hear me-”

He climbed on top of me, knees on either side of mine, clutching my shirt, “I don’t want to go home-”, he retorted, his eyebrows knit, “You wanted me to explain myself- so let me!”

I stared at him, shocked.

He looked down, flinching when he saw my almost-boner, “Wh-what? Why-?”

“You’re really loud.”

His eyes widened, before he closed them again, dropping his head to my shoulder, “Please… don’t give me false hope.”

What? “You’re the one doing that.”

“Huh?”

“Every time you come over you get hard- I was beginning to think it was because of me”, I exhaled, traces of disease found in every word.

He raised his head again, utterly confused, “Are you saying that’s a good thing for you?”

I rolled my eyes, “Are you even listening”, I yelled, frustrated, “I like men- do you want me to publicize it so that you get the message?”

He continued to stare at me, suddenly got off of me, probably disgusted or something, I just lost my model didn’t I?

I sighed, shaking me head, “Me too…”

It was so quiet I almost couldn’t hear him.

“What?”

I can’t believe it…

“I- well, I’m not sure about all men”, he said, still facing away from me, “B-but I know I like you.”

I stood up, rushing over to him and turning him around, “Wonshik- are you saying that-”

“Yeah… I love you…” he said, even more so flustered than before.

I hugged him, “Please- please, say you’ll go out with me.”

He nodded, “Yeah, so be my boyfriend.”

“I will, and the best one at that.”