oppa, oppa; himchan/youngjae; r
oppa, oppa
b.a.p; himchan/girl!youngjae; r
a/n: lmao idek ;;
"No-- wait, we can't--" Youngjae's mind is currently working in overdrive, her hands busy prying Himchan's grip off her waist as her mouth simultaneously babbles out broken lines of half-hearted warnings. Himchan merely laughs a little, the sound low and dry against Youngjae's jaw. "H-hyung--"
"Youngjae," Himchan's voice comes out two octaves lower, making Youngjae's skin crawl with prominent goose bumps. He slips a hand under Youngjae's shirt, resting his calloused hand against the smooth, warm skin. "when it's just the two of us, call me oppa."
"But the others-- they might--" Youngjae doesn't get to finish her sentence, not when Himchan suddenly pulls her closer, their bodies now pressed flushed against each other. Himchan stares down at her for a moment, as if challenging her to continue, judging by the sharp glint in his eyes, effectively making Youngjae shiver and shift her gaze away.
The older man grins, taking Youngjae's submissiveness as a sign of defeat, and makes quick work of easing her off his lap, instead pressing her against the couch with him hovering on top. Youngjae's face flushes even more, eyes anywhere but on Himchan even as she presses her hands against his chest, trying to put at least an inch between them.
Himchan, obviously having none of it, grabs Youngjae by the chin and forces her to look up at him, his other hand easily grabbing her wrists and placing them above her head. "Look at me, Jae," he whispers, voice surprisingly soft this time. Youngjae reluctantly obeys, her round eyes meeting Himchan's sharp, dark ones.
There's a palpable tension that grows out of that simple action, and right in the next second Youngjae finds Himchan leaning down, closing the space between them until their lips are barely brushing. Himchan smirks when Youngjae lets out a quiet whimper, then juts his tongue out to ease between Youngjae's slightly-parted lips.
Youngjae's whine turns into a full-out moan as Himchan's tongue easily slips in, pressing against Youngjae's own. It feels weird and hot and wet and Youngjae, just like the other times, doesn't really know what to do, and instead chooses to lie there limply, lets Himchan do all the work, her hands still held high above her head as Himchan practically shoves his tongue down her throat.
Making out with Youngjae is an easy distraction from what Himchan really has in mind, and just as Youngjae's eyes slip shut, he lets his hand land on her thigh, kneading the flesh through the fabric of her sweatpants. Youngjae gasps against his mouth, hands automatically struggling against Himchan's grip, but it's no use, not when Himchan's hovering above him, solid and tall and hungry, so Youngjae half-heartedly accepts her defeat, hands going limp and head pressing against the cushion.
"Good," Himchan says when he pulls away, licking his swollen lips as Youngjae pants beneath him. He leans down to place open-mouthed kisses against her jaw, switching between licking and biting her skin as his mouth travels lower and lower, tongue and teeth tracing the smooth expanse. He sucks against Youngjae's pulse, making her squirm and buck her hips up unexpectedly, the action making Himchan smile against her neck. "you're such a good girl, Youngjae--"
Youngjae mumbles something incoherently, seeing that the side of her face is now pressed against the sofa. Himchan's eyes flick up to her face, ears straining.
"What was that?"
Youngjae takes a sharp breath before she strains to lift her head up, her glassy eyes meeting Himchan's gaze as she chews on her bottom lip anxiously. "Hyung--"
Himchan's eyes narrow almost dangerously. He squeezes Youngjae's thigh a little too tightly, making Youngjae whimper and retract her next words.
"Say it correctly."
Youngjae nods her head frantically and gulps down any form of hesitation. "O-oppa," she pauses for a second and waits for Himchan's reaction. Her heart jumps when she sees the satisfied look in his eyes. "please... please do it."
Himchan breaks out into a full-out grin; this has always been his favorite part.
"Do what exactly, Youngjae?"
Youngjae chokes and drops her head back against the cushion, breaking eye contact. Of course Himchan was going to be an asshole, right when Youngjae is finally in the mood.
"Just," she starts, struggling inwardly as Himchan's laugh fills her ears. She feels him shift around for a bit, and before long Himchan's face is hovering above hers again, a mere inch separating them.
"If you're feeling shy, then just whisper it to oppa." Himchan says, smiling brightly, obviously having too much fun with the situation. Youngjae feels her fists clenching in both embarrassment and frustration, and decides to retaliate in the least way Himchan expects her to.
"Fuck me." she says, voice hushed but clear, half-lidded eyes now staring up at Himchan. "I want you to fuck me, oppa."
And oddly enough, Himchan doesn't exactly look as shocked as Youngjae had expected him to be; instead, his lips merely tug into an amused smile before he leans down and presses a kiss against the corner of Youngjae's mouth.
"Sure," he replies, voice warm and easy. He hooks his thumbs under Youngjae's waistband, causing her to choke and sputter in complete shock. "but call me hyung when I do, okay?"
b.a.p; himchan/girl!youngjae; r
a/n: lmao idek ;;
"No-- wait, we can't--" Youngjae's mind is currently working in overdrive, her hands busy prying Himchan's grip off her waist as her mouth simultaneously babbles out broken lines of half-hearted warnings. Himchan merely laughs a little, the sound low and dry against Youngjae's jaw. "H-hyung--"
"Youngjae," Himchan's voice comes out two octaves lower, making Youngjae's skin crawl with prominent goose bumps. He slips a hand under Youngjae's shirt, resting his calloused hand against the smooth, warm skin. "when it's just the two of us, call me oppa."
"But the others-- they might--" Youngjae doesn't get to finish her sentence, not when Himchan suddenly pulls her closer, their bodies now pressed flushed against each other. Himchan stares down at her for a moment, as if challenging her to continue, judging by the sharp glint in his eyes, effectively making Youngjae shiver and shift her gaze away.
The older man grins, taking Youngjae's submissiveness as a sign of defeat, and makes quick work of easing her off his lap, instead pressing her against the couch with him hovering on top. Youngjae's face flushes even more, eyes anywhere but on Himchan even as she presses her hands against his chest, trying to put at least an inch between them.
Himchan, obviously having none of it, grabs Youngjae by the chin and forces her to look up at him, his other hand easily grabbing her wrists and placing them above her head. "Look at me, Jae," he whispers, voice surprisingly soft this time. Youngjae reluctantly obeys, her round eyes meeting Himchan's sharp, dark ones.
There's a palpable tension that grows out of that simple action, and right in the next second Youngjae finds Himchan leaning down, closing the space between them until their lips are barely brushing. Himchan smirks when Youngjae lets out a quiet whimper, then juts his tongue out to ease between Youngjae's slightly-parted lips.
Youngjae's whine turns into a full-out moan as Himchan's tongue easily slips in, pressing against Youngjae's own. It feels weird and hot and wet and Youngjae, just like the other times, doesn't really know what to do, and instead chooses to lie there limply, lets Himchan do all the work, her hands still held high above her head as Himchan practically shoves his tongue down her throat.
Making out with Youngjae is an easy distraction from what Himchan really has in mind, and just as Youngjae's eyes slip shut, he lets his hand land on her thigh, kneading the flesh through the fabric of her sweatpants. Youngjae gasps against his mouth, hands automatically struggling against Himchan's grip, but it's no use, not when Himchan's hovering above him, solid and tall and hungry, so Youngjae half-heartedly accepts her defeat, hands going limp and head pressing against the cushion.
"Good," Himchan says when he pulls away, licking his swollen lips as Youngjae pants beneath him. He leans down to place open-mouthed kisses against her jaw, switching between licking and biting her skin as his mouth travels lower and lower, tongue and teeth tracing the smooth expanse. He sucks against Youngjae's pulse, making her squirm and buck her hips up unexpectedly, the action making Himchan smile against her neck. "you're such a good girl, Youngjae--"
Youngjae mumbles something incoherently, seeing that the side of her face is now pressed against the sofa. Himchan's eyes flick up to her face, ears straining.
"What was that?"
Youngjae takes a sharp breath before she strains to lift her head up, her glassy eyes meeting Himchan's gaze as she chews on her bottom lip anxiously. "Hyung--"
Himchan's eyes narrow almost dangerously. He squeezes Youngjae's thigh a little too tightly, making Youngjae whimper and retract her next words.
"Say it correctly."
Youngjae nods her head frantically and gulps down any form of hesitation. "O-oppa," she pauses for a second and waits for Himchan's reaction. Her heart jumps when she sees the satisfied look in his eyes. "please... please do it."
Himchan breaks out into a full-out grin; this has always been his favorite part.
"Do what exactly, Youngjae?"
Youngjae chokes and drops her head back against the cushion, breaking eye contact. Of course Himchan was going to be an asshole, right when Youngjae is finally in the mood.
"Just," she starts, struggling inwardly as Himchan's laugh fills her ears. She feels him shift around for a bit, and before long Himchan's face is hovering above hers again, a mere inch separating them.
"If you're feeling shy, then just whisper it to oppa." Himchan says, smiling brightly, obviously having too much fun with the situation. Youngjae feels her fists clenching in both embarrassment and frustration, and decides to retaliate in the least way Himchan expects her to.
"Fuck me." she says, voice hushed but clear, half-lidded eyes now staring up at Himchan. "I want you to fuck me, oppa."
And oddly enough, Himchan doesn't exactly look as shocked as Youngjae had expected him to be; instead, his lips merely tug into an amused smile before he leans down and presses a kiss against the corner of Youngjae's mouth.
"Sure," he replies, voice warm and easy. He hooks his thumbs under Youngjae's waistband, causing her to choke and sputter in complete shock. "but call me hyung when I do, okay?"