nothing better
group: iKON
pairing: donghyuk/bobby (dobby)
rating: nc-17
genre: comedy, fluff, romance, smut
word count: ~1.8k
warnings: somewhat awkwardly written smut, language
a/n: this is only my 2nd written smut ever (1st published, though. the 1st written is part of another really long fic that idk will ever get posted lol) so... bear with me lol. pointers are always nice! enjoy some awkward dobby, and yell at sam because it's her fault.
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that was long. on with the fic... i guess.
As much as Bobby likes to portray himself as a tough, down n’ dirty, take-no-shit kind of guy, he’s ridiculously soft and sentimental.
(And he really is dirty, but more on that later.)
He’s not afraid to show his emotions, whether they be good or bad, and is enormously free with his affections.
For one in particular, though, he’s got something special with.
Namely, one Kim Donghyuk.
From the day Donghyuk had entered their ragtag group of teenage boys, Bobby’s always had a soft spot for him, the cute maknae they’d always wanted instead of surly Junhwe (who was only cute for Jinhwan, god damn it, what did their oldest have that Bobby didn’t?) Something about Donghyuk was just right with Bobby, from the way Donghyuk’s slightly smaller frame fit perfectly in his arms for cuddling to his personality, sweet with a hint of snark that never failed to bring a smile to Bobby’s face.
Their transition from just friends to dating was natural, comfortable, like sliding on a favorite sweatshirt. Of course, there was the perfunctory moment where Bobby suddenly blurted out “I like you!” while Donghyuk was cooking ramyeon for the two of them, but like most things, he’d taken it in stride, replying with a simple “I like you too, now how much spice should I put in the soup?”
Somehow, it’s been a year since then - Bobby’s got the date marked on his personal calendar surrounded by little hearts. He’d been intending on planning something nice, because god Donghyuk deserves nothing less than perfection, but as time was wont to do as a trainee, it slipped away from him, until he’s faced that morning with a cheerful reminder on his phone screen and a little lump of dread in his stomach.
So Bobby does what he does best.
Making shit up and hoping it works out alright.
He bribes Junhwe to take Jinhwan out (he’s pretty sure Junhwe doesn’t need a reason to get out of Bobby’s sight, especially if he’s with Jinhwan, but the little extra guarantee doesn’t hurt), and sweet-talks (read: asks in no uncertain terms with a slightly menacing voice) Chanwoo into introducing Hanbin and Yunhyeong to some of his young actress friends. He makes it clear that they are not to return until at least after eleven, to which he receives two pairs of eye rolls from Junhwe and Hanbin, two amused smiles from Jinhwan and Yunhyeong, and one blank look from Chanwoo.
Once the door clicks shut behind the last of them, Bobby lets out a long breath, fixing his hair and marching straight for the kitchen.
It’s only after he’s stared blankly at the stove for five minutes, though, that he realizes he has absolutely no idea what the hell he’s doing.
He’s never done much of the cooking around the dorm - he leaves that mostly to Yunhyeong and whoever his chosen minion of the night is (usually Chanwoo, but occasionally Donghyuk if he’s feeling nostalgic). His knowledge consists mainly of assorted instant meals and cooking rice, but even then he manages to screw it up half the time.
It is precisely for this reason that Bobby thinks it’s a spectacular decision to make some sort of stir-fry with the vegetables and meat they have in the fridge. The initial preparation of the ingredients goes fine (he only has five near-misses with the knife), but when he has to turn on the stove-
Let’s just say it’s no surprise that Donghyuk comes stumbling out of his room not a minute later, waving his hand in front of his face and asking “what is that?” with varying degrees of alarm in his voice.
“It’s a sign we should just order Chinese food.”
*
Twenty minutes later, Bobby finds himself sitting next to Donghyuk on the couch, stirring his jjajangmyeon around as his boyfriend shovels fried rice into his mouth. For a skinny guy, he sure eats a lot.
“Is something wrong?” Donghyuk asks, setting down his spoon.
Bobby prods his noodles, shaking his head. “No, not really.”
“Is it because you couldn’t cook? You do realize none of us can, except Yunhyeong.”
“It’s not that,” Bobby sighs, putting down the bowl. “Well, it sort of is, but not just that. I wanted to do something nice for you, y’know? But I keep fucking everything up. You’re so perfect, Dong, and I’m just-”
Bobby’s cut off by Donghyuk leaning over him, pressing his lips to his as he pushes Bobby down onto the sofa.
“Stop talking,” Donghyuk says, words soft but breath heavy. “You’re perfect to me.”
Even if Bobby wanted to say anything else, he can’t - this new side of Donghyuk leaves him speechless, eyes closing as Donghyuk kisses him again, tongue sweeping against the seam of his lips and body pressing against him.
It isn’t long before Bobby feels himself getting hard underneath Donghyuk, sitting up abruptly and knocking into Donghyuk’s forehead.
“While I’d love to lie on the sofa and make out all night,” he says, “I feel like this would be a more enjoyable endeavor in the bedroom.”
Donghyuk leaps off of Bobby, fingers closing around his wrist.
“What are you waiting for, then?”
They go to Bobby’s room - since he’s the only one of then with the luxury of a single bed instead of a bunk, it makes for a much better experience (if Junhwe complaining about bumping his head is any indication of anything.)
Bobby’s pants are the first thing to go, sweats and boxers sliding off easily, helped along by the fact that they’re always half off his ass at any given moment, followed by his hoodie and t-shirt in one tug. Donghyuk, on the other hand, seems to be taking his sweet time, unbuckling his belt, shimmying his tight jeans off his hips, and unbuttoning his shirt.
“Hurry up,” Bobby whines. He’d seriously consider just ripping Donghyuk’s shirt off, if not for the fact that Donghyuk would probably murder him and then make him sew all the buttons back on.
Donghyuk raises an eyebrow. “Good things come to those who wait.”
Bobby sighs, taking Pooh off his bed and tucking it underneath Hanbin’s sheets. As much as he wants to have sex, he can’t bear to face Pooh looking at him like that (and he can’t bear to see it either, so off to Hanbin’s it goes.)
He turns around to see Donghyuk unfastening the last button and letting his shirt hang open over his defined abs, an amused smile on his lips. “Get back over here,” he says. Bobby all but runs over, crashing ungainly into Donghyuk, kissing him messily as he hooks his fingers into the elastic of Donghyuk’s boxers, yanking them down. Donghyuk pushes him down onto his bed, legs straddling him as he grinds down, thoroughly shameless.
Bobby’s never considered either of them particularly dominant or submissive in their relationship, but there’s something about Donghyuk taking control of him that he finds so, so hot, as Donghyuk’s lips trail against his jawline, sending shivers down his spine. Bobby reaches up to grab Donghyuk’s ass, only for his hand to get swatted to the side.
“No touching,” Donghyuk says, and Bobby opens his mouth to protest only for Donghyuk to press a finger against his lips. “Let this be my gift to you.”
Donghyuk reaches past Bobby’s head to dig under the mattress where he keeps the condoms and lube, dropping the condoms next to the pillow and opening the bottle, spreading the clear liquid onto his fingers. He sits back on the bed, legs spread open, and slides two fingers in, working himself open and moaning loudly. Bobby knows this is largely for his benefit, because he’s always had a thing for his partners (and himself, really) being vocal in bed, so he leans forward to give Donghyuk a soft peck on the cheek before lying back and jerking himself, strokes long and slow as he watches.
Donghyuk keens as he gets himself up to three fingers, head thrown back as he brushes the spot inside him that Bobby knows makes him go absolutely wild, and he just can’t wait anymore, pulling Donghyuk back on top of him and smashing their lips together.
“Could you not?” Donghyuk laughs against him, grabbing a condom with one hand and trailing the other down Bobby’s chest, through the cuts of his abs and down to his dick, pumping him twice before ripping the condom open and rolling it on, sinking down in one fluid motion. Bobby gasps, eyes wide, as Donghyuk rolls his hips, the sensation around his cock familiar but somehow new at the same time. His hands settle on Donghyuk’s waist, hold firm as he snaps his hips up, thrusting into Donghyuk hard and deep, like he knows he likes it. The thin fabric of Donghyuk’s shirt shadows his abs and brushes against Bobby’s thighs with every motion, somehow feeling even more dirty than if he’d just stripped completely.
It’s almost cute, how Donghyuk always lets out these little gasps when Bobby fucks him, especially when Bobby takes one hand off his hip to work Donghyuk, fingers smearing his precum around, teasing the head of his dick.
“Bobby-hyung,” he says, voice breathless, the rhythm of his hips faltering just a little (bless his dancer’s stamina, really.) “I’m-”
Bobby grunts, slamming into Donghyuk with double the force, his grip on his hips hard and probably enough to bruise as he hits Donghyuk’s prostate over and over, groaning low as he releases hard inside him, filling up the condom. Donghyuk’s seconds after, cum spattering across Bobby’s abdomen.
Bobby pulls out, tying off the condom and dropping it off the side of his bed, praying it finds itself in the trash bin. Donghyuk slides off him, falling heavily to the side, arm thrown carelessly across Bobby’s chest.
“Not gonna help me clean up?” Bobby teases, yanking some tissues out of the box by his bed and wiping off his stomach.
“Shut up,” Donghyuk mumbles, breath warm against Bobby’s shoulder. “Happy anniversary, you gross hyung.”
“But you love me,” Bobby says, tugging Donghyuk closer to him and nuzzling his face against Donghyuk’s cheek.
“Who else would?”
Donghyuk’s clearly been spending too much time with Junhwe, Bobby thinks, as he pulls his blanket over them, Donghyuk snuggling closer to him.
“Hanbin, maybe,” Bobby says, and Donghyuk elbows him.
“Go to sleep.” Donghyuk’s voice is slurred, and Bobby can feel him relaxing in his arms. “Love you.”
Bobby hugs him tighter in reply, eyes closing as Donghyuk hooks one leg around his, craving for touch even in slumber.
It may not have been Bobby’s original idea of a perfect evening, he thinks, as sleep overtakes him, but it certainly was no less than that.
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