take it off
† Take It Off
► B.A.P; Banghim | nc17 | AU | 2,800+w
Yongguk likes to 'observe' Himchan from a far, behind a wall and underneath him.
a/n: who knew i'd be losing my nc-17 virginity to banghim lolol. a bad attempt to writing top!chan smut for my /le fic goddess/ cause there needs to be more top!chan fics for her to fap to. ʘ‿ʘ
this is probably my first and last nc17.. read at your own discretion. u___u
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Ima let you have it
Let me be your habit
1
Bang Yongguk isn't really proud of this undying habit he picked up since his flatmate moved in a month ago. He cannot really blame himself since his flatmate is the definition of gorgeous. Hell, gorgeous is an understatement.
Stupid Kim Himchan.
"Hyung, you're staring at mom again." Junhong, who is sitting by his leg, pokes his pencil into Yongguk's socked-foot.
Yongguk frowns. Junhong's the fourth person to catch him that day. Surely he isn't being obvious with the staring, he decides to give the kid credit for being really observant but Yongguk does not really want to admit that his act-cool-he-won't-notice-you-or-anyone-staring shit doesn't work to save his lif- mom?
"Mom?" Yongguk kicks the younger boy's shoulder. Junhong sits back up easily, nodding as he grabs his pencil and doodles something on a piece of paper, humming cheerfully.
Yongguk stares at the lines that start to form underneath the pressure of the pencil. A big head and a small body. Is this what they call chibi drawing? The tip of Junhong's pencil never left the paper, with skilful little strokes, features begin to take shape. Cat like eyes, wavy hair, and two horizontal lines above the center of the lips? What? Oh.
"Youngjae hyung's right. You're an idiot. I'm asking mom for help instead." Junhong walks, no, more like flee to the kitchen where Himchan is busy typing on his laptop. Yongguk is kind of glad though, based on what happened to Daehyun the week before and Jongup being angry with Yongguk for three days because of that; he decides to keep his giant hands to himself.
Yongguk leans back on the couch, crosses his arms and purses his lips in deep thought; he can't comprehend what's happening right now, how can Youngjae know? When?
He looks on to the pair at the other side of the room, he tilts his head to the side, squinting. Junhong's squatting down next to the table, his chin and fingers propped to the surface's edge looking up to Himchan who is reading Junhong's homework. Yongguk observes how Himchan's eyebrows furrow in concentration with his lower lip protruding in a small pout then his mouth, his pretty little mouth turns to a small 'o'. Yongguk wants to look away but he knows better. He shouldn't lie to himself.
Still watching from a far, well not really far but Yongguk thinks Himchan is like an unreachable star. They're really not that close yet and it would be weird if he watches near them, duh; he quirks an eyebrow before he sulkily looks away with a slight pout when Himchan gently pats Junhong's head. Yongguk's eyes flicker to Junhong in a fraction of a second; he sees the kid smirking impishly at him. That's it. Yongguk grabs the latter's things and the back of his collar; yanks him up and drags the slightly taller kid out to the door.
2
The day after, Yongguk finds himself sitting by the window of a coffee shop just a block away from the apartment with Junhong and Youngjae cornering him.
"What?" Yongguk sips his mocha, eyeing the two boys in front of him over the rim of his cup with amusement.
"You're stupid." What? Bang Yongguk isn't stupid.
"-ly in love with Himchan hyung." Yongguk splutters and chokes on his mocha. He stares and mutters 'don't be ridiculous'. Him noticing his flatmate isn't really considered as 'love' but more like an admiration since they've only known each other for a month and god; he is s-e-x to the fucking y. Yeah, that's it, admiration that will soon fade when he gets to know the guy. The kids don't know what they're talking about, they're just kids! Yongguk inwardly nods to himself proudly.
The next thing Yongguk knows is the sharp contact of Youngjae's shoe with his shin then the contact of his knee to the underside of the heavy solid wooden table. He growls but before he could go for the latter's neck to strangle the shit out of Youngjae, Junhong hushes him up; curling his long thin fingers under Yongguk's thick muscled jaw and twists his wrist to the left making Yongguk's gaze land on something or someone across the street.
Yongguk squints and leans his forehead against the coffee's glass panel, observing behind the wooden wall that separates the comfortable warm atmosphere of the coffee shop to the cold, unforgiving weather outside with only his eyes upwards only visible; the lights in the shop bounces off the glass making it hard for him to see. Little by little he sees something very familiar. Kim Himchan.
With someone and they look extremely close. Arm draped around Himchan’s shoulders. Their faces close together. Himchan giggling at the other’s words.
He suddenly feels funny. He feels angry, anxious and something else. He unconsciously grabs onto something and squeezes it really, really hard.
Yongguk, Junhong and a really forever-fucking-pissed-at-hyung Youngjae end up at the urgent walk-in clinic with two of Youngjae's fingers broken. The elder eventually goes home with his purple-blue shin abused by the wrath of Youngjae's foot.
3
With him being partially disabled, Yongguk doesn't really mind since it got Himchan's attention when he gets back to the apartment limping. Yongguk mentally squeals a manly squeal when Himchan practically jumps on him, wrapping his arms around the elder's waist and of course, Yongguk places his arm around Himchan's neck and Yongguk tries not to show that he's in happy land and his idiotic gummy smile by biting his bottom lip. He could get used to this.
Himchan's warmth around Yongguk's waist disappears as Himchan pushes the latter down to the couch. That fluttering feeling in his stomach doesn't cease. He likes this fluttering feeling thing and he doesn't want it to go away. He smiles as the brunette runs off to the door muttering 'ice cubes' over and over again. He throws his head back against the soft cushion Himchan gladly placed for him and grins happily. He should go thank Youngjae later for this (and when he's not pissed at him for his broken fingers.)
After a few minutes later, Yongguk has settled himself on the couch with his left abused-by-Youngjae leg propped onto a couple of cushions he arranged onto the coffee table when he hears the door click. He cranes his neck and sees Himchan toeing off his shoes by the door. The latter pauses and looks up to him then slowly make his way towards Yongguk.
Yongguk gulps as he watches Himchan walk gracefully across the room to him. He could feel something is up with the atmosphere around him making his skin tingle.
Himchan sits on the floor by Yongguk's injured leg, his legs tucked underneath him. Yongguk eyes Himchan from the corner of his eyes as he fumbles with the ice cubes in the plastic bag. He hears the latter mumble 'I need a cloth', Yongguk's heart kind of stopped when he sees Himchan purse his lips and he swear, everything around him is running on slow motion like the way Himchan's eyes flickers onto his making eye sex contact; his eyelids fluttering close and when they finally open, Himchan's lips curls upwards impishly. He stands up slowly, his eyes still connected with Yongguk's, he plays with the rim of his shirt, his eyes giving off this glint of mischief and amusement. Yongguk tries not to let his jaw drop as the brunette slowly peels his shirt away, their eye contact breaking when Himchan pulls his shirt off above his head. Himchan's drop dead gorgeous and surely even he knows it too; even though his body isn't that muscular, his body type which is long and lean makes up for the lac-
Yongguk's heart jumps up to his throat. Himchan is on top of him straddling Yongguk’s hips. Yongguk wants to ask him what on earth is he doing but no, he’s shamelessly enjoying the spectacle that is happening right in front, well on top of him. It’s better than watching from across the room or behind a wall but looking at Himchan from a different perspective, god damn. It’s like watching from a high, very high definition 3D TV without those annoying glasses that makes Yongguk’s head hurt and plus. It’s touchable.
Yongguk could feel the other’s eyes on him but he pays no attention to it as his mind swims in ecstasy as his eyes rakes Himchan’s exposed torso, from the latter’s neck down to his flat smooth stomach then to his crotch. Their crotch. He could feel his blood rushing to his face, arms and god no, to Little
Yongguk. He swallows.
Himchan laughs but not those laughs that Yongguk’s accustomed to. Instead of it being lively and musical, it’s low and husky. Another blood supply to Little Yongguk.
“Bang Yongguk-ssi.” Himchan leans closer, placing his elegant hands on the latter’s sides; his thumb gently making circles on the fabric of Yongguk’s shirt. He leans even more closely until Yongguk could make out the tiny mole near his left eye. Yongguk keeps still and silent, taking in every single detail of Himchan. “Little birdies told me something about you and this habit of yours.”
Himchan pushes Yongguk until his back meets the couch’s soft seat. He leans over, their chest touching. They’re ear to ear; Yongguk could feel the other’s warm breath on his neck. Yongguk freezes as he feels Himchan’s lips ghosting over his neck before giving it an experimental lick earning him a groan. He could feel the younger’s smirk against his skin as he rolls his hips against Yongguk’s.
Wanting more of the contact and not being able to control himself; Yongguk grabs for Himchan’s hips, his hands hooking onto the outline of the latter’s hipbone, thrusts his hip upwards. The corners of Himchan’s lips impishly curl upwards, prying Yongguk’s hands off before pinning them down with his knees by Yongguk’s hips.
“No touching. Just observe and enjoy.” Himchan tuts, wagging a finger at Yongguk’s flushed face. He chuckles when the latter growls and tries to free his hands. “No.” He mutters sliding his cold hands underneath Yongguk’s shirt, the elder’s breath hitches as his long delicate fingers traces his toned stomach.
Yongguk’s mind is buzzing with unimaginable bliss right now and Himchan being such a fucking tease isn’t helping. He just wants to flip positions and fuck him right there and then but he’s all restrained. He could feel his dick getting harder. Fuck.
Himchan leans over again, pressing his cheek against Yongguk’s crimson ones before exhaling against his ear making the elder underneath him shudder and squirm. He places his forehead against Yongguk's, the tip of their noses touching. Yongguk watches with awe as Himchan's eyes flutters close, his long eyelashes cuddling his cheeks. Beautiful, he breathes. Yongguk is enthralled; the being on top of him is too perfect. The shape of his eyes, his nose, the way his mouth curves when he smiles, and god, the way he moves those hips; everything about Kim Himchan is perfect.
"Bang Yongguk." Himchan exhales; his half lidded eyes looking straights into Yongguk's then suddenly something freezing makes contact with the elder’s skin, sharply inhaling as the cold object trails up his chest underneath the cotton of his shirt. Yongguk doesn’t even realize when his shirt ends up on the floor, too preoccupied by Himchan’s rolling hips against hard on but all of that doesn’t matter anymore. “Look at me.” He mutters, sitting upright and presses his ass harder on Yongguk’s crotch.
Yongguk looks up in awe at the smirking brunette on top of him. He doesn’t know if it’s just the hormones playing with his sight but god, is he in heaven? His hands are still pinned underneath Himchan’s knees and to be honest, he doesn’t care anymore because he’s in Himfuckingchan paradise at the moment. He watches as younger boy holds up his clenched hand to his face, cold water dripping from it; he places it against the older boy’s flushed cheek before uncurling his fingers, exposing the source of the freezing liquid. It’s the ice cube.
It’s evident that the elder’s too lost into the sensation, Himchan grins as he slowly drags the ice cube down Yongguk’s neck, to his protruding collar bone then circles the ice around one of Yongguk’s nipples. The red head hisses, clamping his eyes shut and arches his back. And Himchan feeling a little bit mean, he pushes Yongguk’s chest down and sucks the ice cube into his mouth before crashing his thinner lips to Yongguk's thicker ones, his hands roaming on the older boy's chest and pinches one of his perk nipples making the boy writhe in bliss underneath him. He smiles into their kiss, deepening it before pushing the ice cube into Yongguk’s mouth. Yongguk nearly chokes on Himchan’s tongue and the ice; plus the hand in his pants, stroking in a rhythm that’s making him mental and probably cum in his pants in one flick of Himchan’s wrist.
Himchan somehow manages to suck the ice cube back to his and pulls back from their heated kiss. He peppers Yongguk’s cheek, neck, chest, and finally down to his stomach with open-mouthed kisses, licks and sucks with Yongguk groaning underneath him as the ice cube makes contact with his skin.
The melted cube of ice is soon replaced with another one. Himchan sucks it with a slick pop, he pulls Yongguk’s pants and underwear down earning him a deep groan as his length is finally freed from its confinements.
Yongguk looks down; his hooded eyes met Himchan’s mischievous ones. He stares in awe as Himchan’s delicate lips hover at the tip of his throbbing cock. Without any warning Himchan dives in, swallowing his cock hole and Yongguk swears he could just fucking cum right there and then by just watching the boy lips run over the skin of his member. Then Yongguk feels something really amazing; he could feel the ice cube on the roof of Himchan’s mouth and his tongue working their magic, the mixture of hot and cold making Yongguk writhe with pleasure. The cube melts from the heat and Yongguk deep throats him, the gag reflex by Himchan’s throat muscles squeezes around him. Yongguk cums and Himchan swallows.
The elder boy grabs Himchan’s face and pulls him up into a deep kiss, tasting himself as he shoves his tongue into the latter’s hot cavern, gently caressing the younger’s cheek with his thumb.
Himchan’s lips curl into the kiss; he pushes his knee against Yongguk’s thigh, spreading his legs wider. His fingers ghosting over the rim of Yongguk’s opening, he rubs Yongguk’s thigh reassuringly with his other hand as he feels the latter tense up. “It’s okay.” He murmurs, squeezing the elder’s thigh and waits. A few moments later, Yongguk brings his hands to hold onto Himchan’s hips, he squeezes lightly as a sign of okay. Himchan prepares the older boy by gently inserting a finger then another one when he feels the latter is relaxed, he pulls out. He draws Yongguk into a deep kiss as he lines himself up in front of his entrance; the feeling of Himchan’s tip against his opening is overpowering that he lets out a loud groan and his grip on Himchan’s hips strengthens.
With one thrust, Himchan’s cock buries deep into Yongguk. The older boy bites Himchan’s lip hard enough to draw blood and yelps when Himchan adjusts himself. As the pain on the elder’s lower back region subsides, Yongguk sucks on the younger’s bruised, reddened lip for an okay. He relaxes himself, adjusting to the length inside of him.
Himchan’s his lips travels from Yongguk’s thick lips to his defined jaw, peppering it with soft kisses as he slowly moves in and out of the latter. He kisses Yongguk’s ear when the elder inhales sharply, slows down before speeding up. The sounds of skin slapping skin, groans and hisses fill the tiny living room of their apartment.
Himchan’s thrusts become faster as Yongguk’s groans and moans become deeper and louder. He feels heat pooling around the lower section of his stomach indicating he’s close; he grunts and comes in Yongguk and almost falls off the couch if the older boy didn’t clasp his arms around the brunette’s waist. Yongguk hugs the younger against his heaving chest and the latter’s heavily breathing against his neck when they fall asleep.
4
Daehyun fishes the key out of a plant pot outside Yongguk and Himchan’s apartment. It’s Saturday and Himchan promised he’d cook them breakfast.
“What do you think Himchan hyung cooked for us?” Jongup bounces on the balls of his feet, excitement lighting his face up. Daehyun shrugs as he inserts the key into the keyhole, twists it and pushes the slightly open for his head to fit in. His face flushes.
He sees Himchan and Yongguk on the couch naked, with Himchan’s ass on full display. He freezes as he remembers about the younger innocent boy outside.
Quickly locking the door and dropping the key back into the plant pot, he drags the question machine Jongup away from the apartment swearing he’ll kill the two elders next time for nearly tainting the younger's mind.
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a/n: WHAT DID I WRITE.
everything under 3, idek what happened. i think it's kinda boring and dragged it a little bit too much then rushed the most important bit.. u__u hopefully this didn't make you cry blood ;___;