[50 B1A4 Fics Challenge] #4
004. lick ; jinyoung/baro
this is wrong, jinyoung’s fogged up brain informs him as he tries (and fails) to not look at sunwoo. this is really, really, REALLY wrong, and jinyoung thinks no amount of mental italicization could ever stress that.
also, jinyoung’s going straight to hell when he dies, he’s quite sure, because ohmygod this is so wrong and he should probably (actually make that definitely) look away, or close his eyes or maybe hang sunwoo out the balcony until he swears not try and break the fragile remains that is jinyoung’s sanity. the last option sounds very promising, but instead his eyes are glued to sunwoo who’s sitting on the floor of his studio, watching a movie and-and-
jinyoung is so going to hell.
sunwoo on the other hand, is blissfully unaware of the mental struggle jinyoung is going through, and is quite immersed in licking the popsicle he’s holding. sunwoo’s licking at it lazily, almost absentmindedly, his pink tongue lapping up the sides of the icy treat, licking from base to tip and back again. jinyoung wouldn’t have minded this, not really, and he didn’t even notice that sunwoo is practically molesting that popsicle until he hears a loud popping sound followed by slurping sounds that he can only describe as obscene.
jinyoung’s jaw drops, and his eyes nearly bug out when he turns just in time to see sunwoo shoving the whole thing inside his mouth, twisting it, pulling it back out and shoving it back in. he almost has a cardiac arrest in the spot when sunwoo moans, because who the fuck moans when eating popsicles?
jinyoung’s swallows hard when sunwoo swirls his tongue around the tip again and lazily wipes the sticky syrup running down the corners of his lips and chin. sunwoo’s head bobs up and down the icy treat, and jinyoung tries not to hyperventilate as he keeps repeating that same cycle of lick-twist-swallow that he’s been doing, but in a slow, slow rhythm that makes jinyoung’s head want to explode.
“you sure you don’t want one, hyung?” sunwoo asks him,making innocent puppy eyes and jinyoung is trying very, very hard not to look at sunwoo’s lips, which have gone very pink and soft-looking, or at his chin and neck, which are sporting trails of white cream that looks not unlike something else that jinyoung definitely doesn’t want to think about.
“i-i’m fine,” he croaks out. “i’m good.”
“you sure?” sunwoo wheedles, waving his half-eaten popsicle at him.”it’s really good. i’d let you lick mine if you want.”
jinyoung actually does choke at this, and he stands in one swift motion, making for the bathroom with a muttered “i’mfinejusteatiforgotihavetodosomething” to sunwoo.
sunwoo smirks when he hears the bathroom door slam shut. he stands up and chucks the melty popsicle into the nearest trashcan. he can almost hear jinyoung’s mental breakdown in there. he hears the sound of rushing water and he smiles to himself, thinking about the box of ice lollies junghwan had brought home this afternoon. he wonders how many more he has to eat before he makes jinyoung break.
004. lick ; jinyoung/baro
It’s disgusting, what Sunwoo is doing, and Jinyoung thinks-no, he knows he should say something, but as Sunwoo’s tongue slips out that cavern he calls a mouth and begins yet another journey up and down,up and down, and Jinyoung’s lips and mouth and throat go dry, and there is a huge lump in his throat that just doesn’t seem to want to go down no matter how many times he swallows.
He sits up straighter, but it’s no use. His legs feel weak, like watching what Sunwoo is doing is sapping him of strength and mental function.
And Sunwoo, that bastard Cha Sunwoo, doesn’t even care, he just goes on licking and lapping and swallowing and part of Jinyoung wants to throttle the younger boy who just goes on, licking, licking, licking.
(It makes Jinyoung wish his head would explode on the spot.)
It’s when Sunwoo’s mouth releases the popsicle with an obscene sounding ‘pop’ that Jinyoung decides to speak up (something he could have, should have done like, five minutes ago, but whatever).
“Sunwoo. Would you please eat your popsicle properly?” He didn’t mean to make his voice so high and whiney, he really didn’t, but there it was, and he blames Sunwoo all the more for it.
“You said something, hyung?” Sunwoo turns to him and blinks several times, looking as though he’s just woken up from a trance. Sunwoo looks at the trail of melted ice cream running down his fingers and wipes them clean, his pink tongue moving around and in between the digits, coating them with a sheen film of saliva. Jinyoung clenches his fist, because either Sunwoo ignored all his mother’s teachings about food-handling or he’s acting like this on purpose.
He closes his eyes and breathes through his mouth. “Just…don’t eat it like that. It looks so…dirty.” About as dirty as the thoughts you’re giving me is what he wants to say, but bites it down. “Go and clean up before Dongwoo sees you mucking about."
Sunwoo stares at him a bit longer, and Jinyoung hopes to high heaven he looks stern and leader-like right now and not blushing like mad, because that would be very unleader-like. He tries to stare back, but then gives up and stands abruptly. He walks straight to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him and locking it for good measure.
“You already took a shower, hyung!” Sunwoo yells.
“I don’t care! I have extra shower privileges! Now shut up and don’t disturb me!” The part about having extra shower privileges isn’t true, of course, but right now he doesn’t care. He strips and steps into the shower, the coldest he can stand. He doesn’t know how, he doesn’t know when, but Sunwoo will pay for this very dearly.
Sunwoo stands up as soon as he hears the shower run. He goes to the kitchen and chucks the popsicle into the trashcan, taking time to wash his hands and face as well. He knocks on the bathroom door on his way to their shared dorm room.
“You okay in there hyung?”
He hears a series of unintelligible sounds, but understands that Jinyoung wants him to go away. He shakes his head and retreats to his room to read.
“I’ll break you someday, Jung Jinyoung,” he promises himself, leafing through his manhwa stash. “Then all of that bottled up tension will explode.”
He thinks about the way Jinyoung kept sneaking glances, and the way he blushed red as he lectured on about germs and filth. He definitely wasn’t thinking about my health and eating habits, Sunwoo decides, and it strengthens his resolve. Maybe he should go buy more popsicles.
*OTL i fail at this. can someone teach me how to porn. or at least write r-rated things
this is wrong, jinyoung’s fogged up brain informs him as he tries (and fails) to not look at sunwoo. this is really, really, REALLY wrong, and jinyoung thinks no amount of mental italicization could ever stress that.
also, jinyoung’s going straight to hell when he dies, he’s quite sure, because ohmygod this is so wrong and he should probably (actually make that definitely) look away, or close his eyes or maybe hang sunwoo out the balcony until he swears not try and break the fragile remains that is jinyoung’s sanity. the last option sounds very promising, but instead his eyes are glued to sunwoo who’s sitting on the floor of his studio, watching a movie and-and-
jinyoung is so going to hell.
sunwoo on the other hand, is blissfully unaware of the mental struggle jinyoung is going through, and is quite immersed in licking the popsicle he’s holding. sunwoo’s licking at it lazily, almost absentmindedly, his pink tongue lapping up the sides of the icy treat, licking from base to tip and back again. jinyoung wouldn’t have minded this, not really, and he didn’t even notice that sunwoo is practically molesting that popsicle until he hears a loud popping sound followed by slurping sounds that he can only describe as obscene.
jinyoung’s jaw drops, and his eyes nearly bug out when he turns just in time to see sunwoo shoving the whole thing inside his mouth, twisting it, pulling it back out and shoving it back in. he almost has a cardiac arrest in the spot when sunwoo moans, because who the fuck moans when eating popsicles?
jinyoung’s swallows hard when sunwoo swirls his tongue around the tip again and lazily wipes the sticky syrup running down the corners of his lips and chin. sunwoo’s head bobs up and down the icy treat, and jinyoung tries not to hyperventilate as he keeps repeating that same cycle of lick-twist-swallow that he’s been doing, but in a slow, slow rhythm that makes jinyoung’s head want to explode.
“you sure you don’t want one, hyung?” sunwoo asks him,making innocent puppy eyes and jinyoung is trying very, very hard not to look at sunwoo’s lips, which have gone very pink and soft-looking, or at his chin and neck, which are sporting trails of white cream that looks not unlike something else that jinyoung definitely doesn’t want to think about.
“i-i’m fine,” he croaks out. “i’m good.”
“you sure?” sunwoo wheedles, waving his half-eaten popsicle at him.”it’s really good. i’d let you lick mine if you want.”
jinyoung actually does choke at this, and he stands in one swift motion, making for the bathroom with a muttered “i’mfinejusteatiforgotihavetodosomething” to sunwoo.
sunwoo smirks when he hears the bathroom door slam shut. he stands up and chucks the melty popsicle into the nearest trashcan. he can almost hear jinyoung’s mental breakdown in there. he hears the sound of rushing water and he smiles to himself, thinking about the box of ice lollies junghwan had brought home this afternoon. he wonders how many more he has to eat before he makes jinyoung break.
004. lick ; jinyoung/baro
It’s disgusting, what Sunwoo is doing, and Jinyoung thinks-no, he knows he should say something, but as Sunwoo’s tongue slips out that cavern he calls a mouth and begins yet another journey up and down,up and down, and Jinyoung’s lips and mouth and throat go dry, and there is a huge lump in his throat that just doesn’t seem to want to go down no matter how many times he swallows.
He sits up straighter, but it’s no use. His legs feel weak, like watching what Sunwoo is doing is sapping him of strength and mental function.
And Sunwoo, that bastard Cha Sunwoo, doesn’t even care, he just goes on licking and lapping and swallowing and part of Jinyoung wants to throttle the younger boy who just goes on, licking, licking, licking.
(It makes Jinyoung wish his head would explode on the spot.)
It’s when Sunwoo’s mouth releases the popsicle with an obscene sounding ‘pop’ that Jinyoung decides to speak up (something he could have, should have done like, five minutes ago, but whatever).
“Sunwoo. Would you please eat your popsicle properly?” He didn’t mean to make his voice so high and whiney, he really didn’t, but there it was, and he blames Sunwoo all the more for it.
“You said something, hyung?” Sunwoo turns to him and blinks several times, looking as though he’s just woken up from a trance. Sunwoo looks at the trail of melted ice cream running down his fingers and wipes them clean, his pink tongue moving around and in between the digits, coating them with a sheen film of saliva. Jinyoung clenches his fist, because either Sunwoo ignored all his mother’s teachings about food-handling or he’s acting like this on purpose.
He closes his eyes and breathes through his mouth. “Just…don’t eat it like that. It looks so…dirty.” About as dirty as the thoughts you’re giving me is what he wants to say, but bites it down. “Go and clean up before Dongwoo sees you mucking about."
Sunwoo stares at him a bit longer, and Jinyoung hopes to high heaven he looks stern and leader-like right now and not blushing like mad, because that would be very unleader-like. He tries to stare back, but then gives up and stands abruptly. He walks straight to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him and locking it for good measure.
“You already took a shower, hyung!” Sunwoo yells.
“I don’t care! I have extra shower privileges! Now shut up and don’t disturb me!” The part about having extra shower privileges isn’t true, of course, but right now he doesn’t care. He strips and steps into the shower, the coldest he can stand. He doesn’t know how, he doesn’t know when, but Sunwoo will pay for this very dearly.
Sunwoo stands up as soon as he hears the shower run. He goes to the kitchen and chucks the popsicle into the trashcan, taking time to wash his hands and face as well. He knocks on the bathroom door on his way to their shared dorm room.
“You okay in there hyung?”
He hears a series of unintelligible sounds, but understands that Jinyoung wants him to go away. He shakes his head and retreats to his room to read.
“I’ll break you someday, Jung Jinyoung,” he promises himself, leafing through his manhwa stash. “Then all of that bottled up tension will explode.”
He thinks about the way Jinyoung kept sneaking glances, and the way he blushed red as he lectured on about germs and filth. He definitely wasn’t thinking about my health and eating habits, Sunwoo decides, and it strengthens his resolve. Maybe he should go buy more popsicles.
*OTL i fail at this. can someone teach me how to porn. or at least write r-rated things