ZiChan Untitled Oneshot
Pairing: ZiChan
Rated: M (daddy kink, smut)
Length: 3.2K
Prompt: Imagine that person A is mad at B, and is being very stubborn about it, ignoring them completely no matter what. B has tried everything to make it up to them, and as a last resort, wraps their arms around A and starts whispering dirty things to them in hopes of make up sex. Bonus points if they do end up having sex but A just goes back to ignoring B right afterward.
Himchan didn’t care that the texts sent to him grew sweeter and sweeter as the day grew on. He didn’t want to look at the cheesy puppy faces his boyfriend sent him inside of four picture messages. He didn’t even glance at the note tucked under his windshield wipers when he got off work. Who cares that Zico had to drive twenty minutes out of his way on his lunch break just to leave it, maybe he should have thought about that before he pissed Himchan off.
The phone on the seat beside him went off but he clicked the ignore button and let it go to voicemail.
“Asshole.” He muttered, shifting the car into a higher gear and half-wondering what Zico would do if he spent the night at Yongguk’s instead of coming home.
Probably show up with a leash and drag him back like a damn dog. Himchan hummed thoughtfully to himself. That might not be such a bad thing. He was going to put a pin in that idea balloon.
The phone rang again because it was ten after five and of course Zico knew he was on the interstate and headed home after work. He was probably already sitting in the driveway and just waiting for Himchan to pull in to start with the begging.
“Jerk.”
The third time Zico’s ringtone started he growled under his breath and purposely picked up only to hang up a moment later. If this was the game Zico wanted to play then there were fifteen more minutes before he arrived home and that was at least ten more phone calls worth.
Just as he expected Zico was leaning against his car and staring at the screen of his phone when Himchan pulled in.
“Himchan, if you would just listen t-“
“I’m sorry but that parking spot is reserved for my boyfriend and as of last night I don’t think that’s you.”
Zico flinched from the harsh words but persevered, following Himchan into the apartment and quickly kicking his shoes off. “It wasn’t my fault you found that out! I didn’t think he’d be stupid enough to ever tell you. But it doesn’t matter because-“
“Shut. Up.” Himchan hissed through his teeth. “If you really think that finding out the night we met you were supposed to be on a blind date with my best friend is something that shouldn’t bother me then these last fourteen months and seven days you’ve been dating someone else.”
Zico’s lips twitched as he tried not to smile. “You know how many days we’ve been together?” He jumped forward and caged Himchan in with his arms. “You’re adorable.”
“I will shit on your pillow.”
“And a little gross.” He kissed his way down the curve of Himchan’s jaw, a trick he learned always made the loud boy grow quiet and pliable in his hands. “But I still love you.”
The touch on his skin combined with the heat of Zico’s body pressed against his made Himchan feel lightheaded but he wasn’t going to give up now, not when he had held strong all day. “Yongguk’s too good for you.” He spat, shoving Zico across the kitchen floor. “You could never have made it with him anyways. You were just lucky I was drunk that night and you were at the only clean table.”
“You can talk the cocky shit to me all you want, Kim Himchan.” Zico’s eyes were narrowed as he glared at his boyfriend. “But saying I’m not good enough for someone is just going to make it worse on you. So think carefully.”
He realized he had struck a nerve and couldn’t grin any harder if he was a cat with a canary in its grip. “Your feelings hurt, baby?” His hand reached towards the pocket he kept his cell phone in. “If you want to prove me wrong we can call Guk up right now and see what he thinks about it. Did you know him before the date? Did you ask Youngjae to set you up?” Fingernails scratched teasingly across the front of Zico’s jeans. “Did you ever get off to the thought of him naked?”
Zico took a step back, his jaw tightening. “You’re being a dick.”
The smug smile on Himchan’s lips slid off and left him with the snarl he had come home with. “You’re sleeping on the couch. For a week.” He remembered Youngjae’s loud laughter as he informed a stricken Himchan about the truth of that night and how he had tried to set Yongguk up with an old work buddy of his. “Two weeks.”
“I said I was sorry, what more do you want me to do?” Zico followed him into the bedroom and stormily watched as Himchan rummaged through the dresser for a t-shirt. “How was I supposed to know that I would meet you that night? If it means anything at all, I wanted you from the second I saw you. I forgot all about that stupid blind date as soon as you fell across my table and spilled beer into my lap.”
“I TRIPPED OVER YOUR GIANT CLOWN FEET!” He threw his belt at Zico’s head, cursing it when his boyfriend ducked and just barely missed being slapped. “You know what, I’m done talking about it. Don’t speak to me for the rest of the night.”
Zico shook his head. “Fine. Whatever. Be a damn child over this, it’s not anything new.”
Himchan ignored him, slamming the door in his face and changing out of his work uniform in silence. Deep down he knew he had no right to be upset at his boyfriend because in his defense he really didn’t know Himchan at that point.
But that tiny part was outweighed by the heavy crush of jealousy on his heart. Somewhere in a parallel universe there was a Zico that hadn’t chosen him and was probably right now smiling at Yongguk.
He was still mumbling angrily to himself when he emerged from the bedroom two hours later. The only reason he wasn’t still curled up under the covers and feeling like a pathetic second choice was because he smelled bacon and he could swallow his anger for some bacon.
A plate was pushed over to him across the table and Himchan had to swallow the snort when he realized the pieces were arranged in a heart. He wasn’t even going to dignify that with a response, he decided as he grabbed the plate and turned to go back into their bedroom.
“Are you going to do this all night? It’s getting old, Himchan.”
His lips stayed tightly sealed but he kept the door unlocked this time when he shut it. Just in case Zico felt like sharing more bacon. There was no such thing as pride when it came to bacon.
--
“Wake up, Himchan.”
He groaned and pulled the blanket over his eyes, swatting away the hands trying to pull it down.
“Get up, baby. It’s almost ten. You need to shower.”
“Go ‘way.” Himchan growled, kicking his leg out and smiling when he heard the grunt of pain Zico made. “Mad at you.”
Zico sighed. “I know you are. You can keep being mad at me but at least do it while you’re clean. You hate going to bed dirty and I don’t want to hear about it all day tomorrow.” He finally managed to tear the blanket away from his boyfriend and tossed it to the floor. “Come on. Shower. Now.”
“No.” He replied before jumping up with a scream, his backside throbbing with pain. “You just spanked me!”
“I said to get up.” No longer was Zico looking at him like a wounded puppy and begging for forgiveness. His glare was anything but gentle as he pointed towards the bathroom. “Don’t make me say it again.”
Himchan refused to move, his pride smarting a lot more than his ass. “Or what? You going to go find your real boyfriend?”
He jerked back in shock when Zico jumped forward, caging him against the bed with pure fury in his eyes. “I don’t know how many times I have to tell you this, but I don’t want Yongguk. I want you, God knows why, but I fucking want you.” If he was trying to scare Himchan it wasn’t working because all he could feel was the heavy weight of his boyfriend sandwiching him to the bed and he had learned months ago that the more Zico yelled at him the more aroused he became.
“Bet you’d call him Daddy.” Himchan was walking on a thin line by this point but he didn’t care. He wanted to push Zico to the breaking point because no matter how mad he became it wasn’t half as furious as Himchan was when Youngjae told him the truth. “You’d probably bend over for him. Shove your ass in the air and tell him to take you.”
“No Princess that’s all you.” Zico smirked down at him when he saw the thin sheen of sweat forming across Himchan’s skin. “I think you like knowing I chose you over him. I think it makes you excited thinking that you’re better.” He leaned closer and the feel of his lips skimming across Himchan’s lobe would have made him sigh if he wasn’t stubbornly clenching his tongue between his teeth. “I think that’s all the things you really want to do.”
He tasted blood on his tongue from the effort of keeping himself frozen while Zico murmured into his ear all of the things he wanted to do to him. Starting with kissing every line and curve of his body and ending with shoving his face into the wall and taking him until he begged for release.
“Call me Daddy.” Zico’s hand trailed slowly up Himchan’s side, pushing his shirt up with it and fingertips tickling along the bumps of Himchan’s ribs. “You talk so much shit when you’re nothing but a damn child.” His lips were spit-slicked and smooth as they kissed their way down Himchan’s racing pulse. “Say it.”
“Go to hell.” He managed to grit out before Zico had him whining into his shoulder with a well-placed nudge of his knee. “Over my dead body.”
Zico grinned into his neck. “We’ll see about that.”
Himchan suddenly thought to himself that maybe he had placed himself into the wrong game. While he was shivering and trying so hard not to rock into his boyfriend’s body, Zico was deadly calm with black eyes that ordered Himchan to fall headfirst into them.
He told himself to remember why he was mad in the first place, that Zico was supposed to have been with Yongguk, that the man he loved might have ended up with his best friend, but as he melted further and further into Zico’s arms he started to forget exactly why he was putting up such a fuss to begin with.
The muffled word against Zico’s hair had him pausing and straining to hear. “What was that?”
Repeating it was mortifying but if it meant more of what he was offering then Himchan would swallow his dignity and give Zico what he wanted.
“Daddy…”
“Good boy.” Where he expected laughter and teasing he only heard seriousness and desire under Zico’s tone. “Get up.”
He tried to reassure himself that once he got off he would regain the upper hand and he would leave Zico high and dry and begging for him but he figured that was kind of a lie. When Zico turned off his normal happy and silly mood and turned the switch to sexual he was a force not to be reckoned with. As Himchan shakily flipped over to his knees he was full of anticipation for what Zico planned to do with him. His sweatpants slid easily over his thighs and down to his knees where Zico helped him lift out and pulled them off.
“Were you really in here all night with no underwear on?”
Himchan glared over his shoulder. “They leave marks in my skin. I like being comfortable when I’m home.”
Zico grinned lazily down at him, hand squeezing one rounded cheek of his ass before giving him a light tap to move further down the bed. “You’re such a whiner.” Himchan lifted his head to argue at the same moment that he felt Zico’s tongue dipping into the dimples at the base of his spine. He decided to forget his rebuttal. “I like it when you whine though.” Zico’s hands gently pushed his legs apart, fingers skimming up the inside of his thighs. “Say it again.”
“Please don’t make m-“ Himchan bit into the pillow under his face to smother his moan. His ass felt like it was on fire from the force of the slap Zico hit him with. “It’s so embarrassing!”
“I enjoy embarrassing you.” Zico kissed the red handprint that was forming on Himchan’s pale skin, lips sliding to the side even though his boyfriend was tensing uncomfortably under them. “You need to just relax sometimes. Don’t think so much.” He gripped his hips and shoved him further into the bed, almost painfully so. With his bottom half high in the air and his flushed face turned to the side and watching, Zico didn’t know if he had ever wanted him more. “Now say it.”
Himchan closed his eyes when the first breath of warm air hit him and he tried to instinctively wiggle away but Zico’s arms held him firmly in place. “Stop Zico.” The tip of his boyfriend’s tongue flittered against his opening and he forgot what he was trying to say until Zico pulled away to shower him with two more hard slaps. “What the actual fuck?!”
“I’m not playing around here.” Zico informed him, diving back in to drag the flat up his tongue all the way up to his lower back. “You want to piss me off then you better be prepared to beg me for it.”
He hated him for the shaky way his knees were barely holding him up. And the pleas building in his throat because no matter how hard he tried to deny it he loved it when Zico ordered him around in bed.
“Please daddy.” He murmured into the pillow, shoving his ass backwards. “Want it.”
Zico hummed happily against his spine. He fumbled around in the nightstand until he found the bottle he was searching for. “Ass up or legs up. You choose.”
“Ass.” Himchan didn’t think he could move if his life depended on it. His whole body was tight and needy and if Zico didn’t hurry then he really was going to hear Himchan beg.
A cold fingertip tapped against him, sliding in to the first knuckle but then pulling out just as quickly. “Were you really jealous?” Zico asked quietly, teasing Himchan as he moved in and out until Himchan felt like screaming at him. “Of me or of Yongguk?”
“Don’t ask stupid questions.” Himchan sighed with pleasure when Zico finally showed him mercy and stopped the playing. His eyes closed as Zico added a second digit, the scissoring loosening him up and making his head swim. “You’re an idiot but you’re my idiot.”
Zico stopped. “You said I wasn’t good enough for Yongguk.”
He was ten seconds away from ripping his boyfriend’s dick off and just using it to fuck himself. “No one’s good enough for Yongguk. He wants a 1950’s housewife who has supper ready when he comes home and wears pearls and they have boring missionary sex two-point-five times a week. Now would you please go back to fucking me open because I’m about to cry up here.”
“Such a whiny bitch.” Zico laughed, but did as he was told, two fingers stretching Himchan so wide that his ass burned and his breath came in gasps. “But you’re Daddy’s whiny bitch.”
“I hate you so much right now.” Himchan’s shoulders finally unclenched when Zico pulled all the way out to hurriedly throw his clothes to the side and slick himself up with the leftover lube.
“You love me.” They normally continued all the way up to three fingers because Himchan liked to go slow but Zico wanted to get straight to it this time. He wanted to slide all the way inside of his boyfriend with one jerk and feel the way he clamped down on him in surprise. “And you’re mine, too.”
Before Himchan could respond he was instantly full with one slick push and Zico’s chest was hot and sticky against his back as he leaned over top of him. Zico’s breath blew hot over the nape of his neck.
Himchan would have collapsed under him if Zico hadn’t slid his arm underneath his chest to hold him upright, other hand reaching for Himchan’s fingers under the pillow. “Such a sap.” He panted into the pillow. “Even when you’re trying to be tough and-“ He broke off with a loud whimper because Zico was tired of listening to him complain and had decided to angle himself just right against him making Himchan see shadows and lights under his eyelids.
“What was that?” He bit into the curve of Himchan’s sweaty neck, the thin skin rolling between his teeth.
“I’m s-sorry.” Himchan let all of his defenses down because a Zico who was doing everything possible to get him off was better than a teasing Zico. “I’m sorry Daddy.”
In the beginning he was using the word to shame his boyfriend, something to make himself feel more in control about. But now hearing the pleading word coming out in broken cries he felt his dick get impossibly harder.
“Who do you belong to?”
Himchan clacked his teeth down over his tongue because Zico was going to have to work a lot harder than that to break him again. He was still pissed, he was still going to make his boyfriend’s life hell and he wasn’t go back down just because his dick was nice.
And he knew exactly how to swivel his hips so that Himchan’s eyes would roll back in his head and he would forget his name.
And his smile stopped wars and also his heart.
And sometimes he went to the grocery store at seven at night to buy a package of bacon just to make his spoiled boyfriend happy.
Well fuck.
“Yours.”
--
Zico’s damp hair made his shoulder blade feel like it was going to break out in a rash but Himchan was still too boneless to even tell him to move. Plus the slow circles being drawn on his hip was kind of nice. It kind of made him sleepy. Maybe he could just close his eyes for a second and-
“Don’t go to sleep.” Zico warned, giving one last gentle slap to the already sore cheek of Himchan’s ass. “You are a raging bear when you wake up dirty.”
Himchan grunted as he lifted himself from the bed, knocking Zico off his back and onto the floor with a painful sounding thud. “Not like you’ll be around to notice.” He swung a pillow at the other boy’s head and pointed towards the door. “I’m still mad. Go. Couch.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
Rated: M (daddy kink, smut)
Length: 3.2K
Prompt: Imagine that person A is mad at B, and is being very stubborn about it, ignoring them completely no matter what. B has tried everything to make it up to them, and as a last resort, wraps their arms around A and starts whispering dirty things to them in hopes of make up sex. Bonus points if they do end up having sex but A just goes back to ignoring B right afterward.
Himchan didn’t care that the texts sent to him grew sweeter and sweeter as the day grew on. He didn’t want to look at the cheesy puppy faces his boyfriend sent him inside of four picture messages. He didn’t even glance at the note tucked under his windshield wipers when he got off work. Who cares that Zico had to drive twenty minutes out of his way on his lunch break just to leave it, maybe he should have thought about that before he pissed Himchan off.
The phone on the seat beside him went off but he clicked the ignore button and let it go to voicemail.
“Asshole.” He muttered, shifting the car into a higher gear and half-wondering what Zico would do if he spent the night at Yongguk’s instead of coming home.
Probably show up with a leash and drag him back like a damn dog. Himchan hummed thoughtfully to himself. That might not be such a bad thing. He was going to put a pin in that idea balloon.
The phone rang again because it was ten after five and of course Zico knew he was on the interstate and headed home after work. He was probably already sitting in the driveway and just waiting for Himchan to pull in to start with the begging.
“Jerk.”
The third time Zico’s ringtone started he growled under his breath and purposely picked up only to hang up a moment later. If this was the game Zico wanted to play then there were fifteen more minutes before he arrived home and that was at least ten more phone calls worth.
Just as he expected Zico was leaning against his car and staring at the screen of his phone when Himchan pulled in.
“Himchan, if you would just listen t-“
“I’m sorry but that parking spot is reserved for my boyfriend and as of last night I don’t think that’s you.”
Zico flinched from the harsh words but persevered, following Himchan into the apartment and quickly kicking his shoes off. “It wasn’t my fault you found that out! I didn’t think he’d be stupid enough to ever tell you. But it doesn’t matter because-“
“Shut. Up.” Himchan hissed through his teeth. “If you really think that finding out the night we met you were supposed to be on a blind date with my best friend is something that shouldn’t bother me then these last fourteen months and seven days you’ve been dating someone else.”
Zico’s lips twitched as he tried not to smile. “You know how many days we’ve been together?” He jumped forward and caged Himchan in with his arms. “You’re adorable.”
“I will shit on your pillow.”
“And a little gross.” He kissed his way down the curve of Himchan’s jaw, a trick he learned always made the loud boy grow quiet and pliable in his hands. “But I still love you.”
The touch on his skin combined with the heat of Zico’s body pressed against his made Himchan feel lightheaded but he wasn’t going to give up now, not when he had held strong all day. “Yongguk’s too good for you.” He spat, shoving Zico across the kitchen floor. “You could never have made it with him anyways. You were just lucky I was drunk that night and you were at the only clean table.”
“You can talk the cocky shit to me all you want, Kim Himchan.” Zico’s eyes were narrowed as he glared at his boyfriend. “But saying I’m not good enough for someone is just going to make it worse on you. So think carefully.”
He realized he had struck a nerve and couldn’t grin any harder if he was a cat with a canary in its grip. “Your feelings hurt, baby?” His hand reached towards the pocket he kept his cell phone in. “If you want to prove me wrong we can call Guk up right now and see what he thinks about it. Did you know him before the date? Did you ask Youngjae to set you up?” Fingernails scratched teasingly across the front of Zico’s jeans. “Did you ever get off to the thought of him naked?”
Zico took a step back, his jaw tightening. “You’re being a dick.”
The smug smile on Himchan’s lips slid off and left him with the snarl he had come home with. “You’re sleeping on the couch. For a week.” He remembered Youngjae’s loud laughter as he informed a stricken Himchan about the truth of that night and how he had tried to set Yongguk up with an old work buddy of his. “Two weeks.”
“I said I was sorry, what more do you want me to do?” Zico followed him into the bedroom and stormily watched as Himchan rummaged through the dresser for a t-shirt. “How was I supposed to know that I would meet you that night? If it means anything at all, I wanted you from the second I saw you. I forgot all about that stupid blind date as soon as you fell across my table and spilled beer into my lap.”
“I TRIPPED OVER YOUR GIANT CLOWN FEET!” He threw his belt at Zico’s head, cursing it when his boyfriend ducked and just barely missed being slapped. “You know what, I’m done talking about it. Don’t speak to me for the rest of the night.”
Zico shook his head. “Fine. Whatever. Be a damn child over this, it’s not anything new.”
Himchan ignored him, slamming the door in his face and changing out of his work uniform in silence. Deep down he knew he had no right to be upset at his boyfriend because in his defense he really didn’t know Himchan at that point.
But that tiny part was outweighed by the heavy crush of jealousy on his heart. Somewhere in a parallel universe there was a Zico that hadn’t chosen him and was probably right now smiling at Yongguk.
He was still mumbling angrily to himself when he emerged from the bedroom two hours later. The only reason he wasn’t still curled up under the covers and feeling like a pathetic second choice was because he smelled bacon and he could swallow his anger for some bacon.
A plate was pushed over to him across the table and Himchan had to swallow the snort when he realized the pieces were arranged in a heart. He wasn’t even going to dignify that with a response, he decided as he grabbed the plate and turned to go back into their bedroom.
“Are you going to do this all night? It’s getting old, Himchan.”
His lips stayed tightly sealed but he kept the door unlocked this time when he shut it. Just in case Zico felt like sharing more bacon. There was no such thing as pride when it came to bacon.
--
“Wake up, Himchan.”
He groaned and pulled the blanket over his eyes, swatting away the hands trying to pull it down.
“Get up, baby. It’s almost ten. You need to shower.”
“Go ‘way.” Himchan growled, kicking his leg out and smiling when he heard the grunt of pain Zico made. “Mad at you.”
Zico sighed. “I know you are. You can keep being mad at me but at least do it while you’re clean. You hate going to bed dirty and I don’t want to hear about it all day tomorrow.” He finally managed to tear the blanket away from his boyfriend and tossed it to the floor. “Come on. Shower. Now.”
“No.” He replied before jumping up with a scream, his backside throbbing with pain. “You just spanked me!”
“I said to get up.” No longer was Zico looking at him like a wounded puppy and begging for forgiveness. His glare was anything but gentle as he pointed towards the bathroom. “Don’t make me say it again.”
Himchan refused to move, his pride smarting a lot more than his ass. “Or what? You going to go find your real boyfriend?”
He jerked back in shock when Zico jumped forward, caging him against the bed with pure fury in his eyes. “I don’t know how many times I have to tell you this, but I don’t want Yongguk. I want you, God knows why, but I fucking want you.” If he was trying to scare Himchan it wasn’t working because all he could feel was the heavy weight of his boyfriend sandwiching him to the bed and he had learned months ago that the more Zico yelled at him the more aroused he became.
“Bet you’d call him Daddy.” Himchan was walking on a thin line by this point but he didn’t care. He wanted to push Zico to the breaking point because no matter how mad he became it wasn’t half as furious as Himchan was when Youngjae told him the truth. “You’d probably bend over for him. Shove your ass in the air and tell him to take you.”
“No Princess that’s all you.” Zico smirked down at him when he saw the thin sheen of sweat forming across Himchan’s skin. “I think you like knowing I chose you over him. I think it makes you excited thinking that you’re better.” He leaned closer and the feel of his lips skimming across Himchan’s lobe would have made him sigh if he wasn’t stubbornly clenching his tongue between his teeth. “I think that’s all the things you really want to do.”
He tasted blood on his tongue from the effort of keeping himself frozen while Zico murmured into his ear all of the things he wanted to do to him. Starting with kissing every line and curve of his body and ending with shoving his face into the wall and taking him until he begged for release.
“Call me Daddy.” Zico’s hand trailed slowly up Himchan’s side, pushing his shirt up with it and fingertips tickling along the bumps of Himchan’s ribs. “You talk so much shit when you’re nothing but a damn child.” His lips were spit-slicked and smooth as they kissed their way down Himchan’s racing pulse. “Say it.”
“Go to hell.” He managed to grit out before Zico had him whining into his shoulder with a well-placed nudge of his knee. “Over my dead body.”
Zico grinned into his neck. “We’ll see about that.”
Himchan suddenly thought to himself that maybe he had placed himself into the wrong game. While he was shivering and trying so hard not to rock into his boyfriend’s body, Zico was deadly calm with black eyes that ordered Himchan to fall headfirst into them.
He told himself to remember why he was mad in the first place, that Zico was supposed to have been with Yongguk, that the man he loved might have ended up with his best friend, but as he melted further and further into Zico’s arms he started to forget exactly why he was putting up such a fuss to begin with.
The muffled word against Zico’s hair had him pausing and straining to hear. “What was that?”
Repeating it was mortifying but if it meant more of what he was offering then Himchan would swallow his dignity and give Zico what he wanted.
“Daddy…”
“Good boy.” Where he expected laughter and teasing he only heard seriousness and desire under Zico’s tone. “Get up.”
He tried to reassure himself that once he got off he would regain the upper hand and he would leave Zico high and dry and begging for him but he figured that was kind of a lie. When Zico turned off his normal happy and silly mood and turned the switch to sexual he was a force not to be reckoned with. As Himchan shakily flipped over to his knees he was full of anticipation for what Zico planned to do with him. His sweatpants slid easily over his thighs and down to his knees where Zico helped him lift out and pulled them off.
“Were you really in here all night with no underwear on?”
Himchan glared over his shoulder. “They leave marks in my skin. I like being comfortable when I’m home.”
Zico grinned lazily down at him, hand squeezing one rounded cheek of his ass before giving him a light tap to move further down the bed. “You’re such a whiner.” Himchan lifted his head to argue at the same moment that he felt Zico’s tongue dipping into the dimples at the base of his spine. He decided to forget his rebuttal. “I like it when you whine though.” Zico’s hands gently pushed his legs apart, fingers skimming up the inside of his thighs. “Say it again.”
“Please don’t make m-“ Himchan bit into the pillow under his face to smother his moan. His ass felt like it was on fire from the force of the slap Zico hit him with. “It’s so embarrassing!”
“I enjoy embarrassing you.” Zico kissed the red handprint that was forming on Himchan’s pale skin, lips sliding to the side even though his boyfriend was tensing uncomfortably under them. “You need to just relax sometimes. Don’t think so much.” He gripped his hips and shoved him further into the bed, almost painfully so. With his bottom half high in the air and his flushed face turned to the side and watching, Zico didn’t know if he had ever wanted him more. “Now say it.”
Himchan closed his eyes when the first breath of warm air hit him and he tried to instinctively wiggle away but Zico’s arms held him firmly in place. “Stop Zico.” The tip of his boyfriend’s tongue flittered against his opening and he forgot what he was trying to say until Zico pulled away to shower him with two more hard slaps. “What the actual fuck?!”
“I’m not playing around here.” Zico informed him, diving back in to drag the flat up his tongue all the way up to his lower back. “You want to piss me off then you better be prepared to beg me for it.”
He hated him for the shaky way his knees were barely holding him up. And the pleas building in his throat because no matter how hard he tried to deny it he loved it when Zico ordered him around in bed.
“Please daddy.” He murmured into the pillow, shoving his ass backwards. “Want it.”
Zico hummed happily against his spine. He fumbled around in the nightstand until he found the bottle he was searching for. “Ass up or legs up. You choose.”
“Ass.” Himchan didn’t think he could move if his life depended on it. His whole body was tight and needy and if Zico didn’t hurry then he really was going to hear Himchan beg.
A cold fingertip tapped against him, sliding in to the first knuckle but then pulling out just as quickly. “Were you really jealous?” Zico asked quietly, teasing Himchan as he moved in and out until Himchan felt like screaming at him. “Of me or of Yongguk?”
“Don’t ask stupid questions.” Himchan sighed with pleasure when Zico finally showed him mercy and stopped the playing. His eyes closed as Zico added a second digit, the scissoring loosening him up and making his head swim. “You’re an idiot but you’re my idiot.”
Zico stopped. “You said I wasn’t good enough for Yongguk.”
He was ten seconds away from ripping his boyfriend’s dick off and just using it to fuck himself. “No one’s good enough for Yongguk. He wants a 1950’s housewife who has supper ready when he comes home and wears pearls and they have boring missionary sex two-point-five times a week. Now would you please go back to fucking me open because I’m about to cry up here.”
“Such a whiny bitch.” Zico laughed, but did as he was told, two fingers stretching Himchan so wide that his ass burned and his breath came in gasps. “But you’re Daddy’s whiny bitch.”
“I hate you so much right now.” Himchan’s shoulders finally unclenched when Zico pulled all the way out to hurriedly throw his clothes to the side and slick himself up with the leftover lube.
“You love me.” They normally continued all the way up to three fingers because Himchan liked to go slow but Zico wanted to get straight to it this time. He wanted to slide all the way inside of his boyfriend with one jerk and feel the way he clamped down on him in surprise. “And you’re mine, too.”
Before Himchan could respond he was instantly full with one slick push and Zico’s chest was hot and sticky against his back as he leaned over top of him. Zico’s breath blew hot over the nape of his neck.
Himchan would have collapsed under him if Zico hadn’t slid his arm underneath his chest to hold him upright, other hand reaching for Himchan’s fingers under the pillow. “Such a sap.” He panted into the pillow. “Even when you’re trying to be tough and-“ He broke off with a loud whimper because Zico was tired of listening to him complain and had decided to angle himself just right against him making Himchan see shadows and lights under his eyelids.
“What was that?” He bit into the curve of Himchan’s sweaty neck, the thin skin rolling between his teeth.
“I’m s-sorry.” Himchan let all of his defenses down because a Zico who was doing everything possible to get him off was better than a teasing Zico. “I’m sorry Daddy.”
In the beginning he was using the word to shame his boyfriend, something to make himself feel more in control about. But now hearing the pleading word coming out in broken cries he felt his dick get impossibly harder.
“Who do you belong to?”
Himchan clacked his teeth down over his tongue because Zico was going to have to work a lot harder than that to break him again. He was still pissed, he was still going to make his boyfriend’s life hell and he wasn’t go back down just because his dick was nice.
And he knew exactly how to swivel his hips so that Himchan’s eyes would roll back in his head and he would forget his name.
And his smile stopped wars and also his heart.
And sometimes he went to the grocery store at seven at night to buy a package of bacon just to make his spoiled boyfriend happy.
Well fuck.
“Yours.”
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Zico’s damp hair made his shoulder blade feel like it was going to break out in a rash but Himchan was still too boneless to even tell him to move. Plus the slow circles being drawn on his hip was kind of nice. It kind of made him sleepy. Maybe he could just close his eyes for a second and-
“Don’t go to sleep.” Zico warned, giving one last gentle slap to the already sore cheek of Himchan’s ass. “You are a raging bear when you wake up dirty.”
Himchan grunted as he lifted himself from the bed, knocking Zico off his back and onto the floor with a painful sounding thud. “Not like you’ll be around to notice.” He swung a pillow at the other boy’s head and pointed towards the door. “I’m still mad. Go. Couch.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?”