baby you turn it up
Title: baby you turn it up
Pairing: Daehyun/People, Daehyun/Himchan
Rating: NC-17
Summary: PWP. Daehyun faps. That's it, that's the entire fic.
A/N: For himawarixxsandz ( •ॢ◡-ॢ)-♡
He’s not really sure what has set him off this time. Did Himchan hyung lean in too close and teasingly brush his fingers across the small of Daehyun’s back when he tried to squeeze himself into the van?
Or did it happen later in the day, at the company building, when gorgeous Sunhwa passed him in the hallway and in between polite greetings, he got a whiff of her perfume and imagined, for a split second, what it would feel like to trace the line of her neck with his lips and slowly unbutton that cutesy, flowery dress she wore?
Perhaps, it had been even later than that. Perhaps, it had been at the music festival when, after APink and Sistar, Lee Hyori took to the stage and ran her hands up a male backup dancer’s chest and then smirked into the camera, dangerous, wild, just like the noona Daehyun had always fantasized about and told himself he would never have in his arms.
In all seriousness, any one of these events could have brought him down this road, but the only important thing is that he’s here and he’s alone.
Their bedroom is the safest place he can be in at the moment. No one else is home, at someone’s birthday party or something of the like, and Daehyun has not only the bedroom, but the entire dorm to himself. If Himchan hyung drinks enough and Youngjae falls into his storytelling, the rest of B.A.P won’t get back home well into the evening. That gives him plenty of time for a nice, slow wank.
Now that promotions have started up again, in between practicing choreography, sessions in the booth, squeezing in time at the gym, and radio pit stops, Daehyun barely has time to sleep and definitely not enough time to touch himself the way he likes. That’s all about to change now.
Daehyun strips carefully, stepping out of his trousers, folding them neatly into the laundry basket. Tugs off his tie, unbuttons his dress shirt, also folds that up, and then looks down at himself, savoring the girth of his forearms, how tight his arms feel. He doesn’t have abs, not yet, but that’s alright. He’s not really in the market for that, anyway, Jongup has that covered.
He knows he’s a little bigger than he used to be and he feels it when he goes to tug on an old t-shirt and it’s a little tight around his triceps, but he loves that. He would love it even more if Hyosung noona would run her pretty hands up and down his arms, and marvel at how strong and fit he is, but now is not the time for fantasizing.
Daehyun pulls on a pair of drawstring shorts and then throws himself onto someone’s bed -- Youngjae’s, by the smell of it. Youngjae, that cheeky fucker. God, he can be so annoying. If only his ass weren’t so perky and tight. Daehyun exhales. Looks like he’s starting phase two of his masturbation ritual early today. That’s all right with him. The fantasies are the best part of all of this. As long as his thoughts remain inside his head, he can think about whatever he wants. Like how good it would feel to help Sunhwa noona out of her dress, her little giggle, how she wouldn’t be shy about it, and how he would love it if she preened a little after seeing her naked for the first time.
Slowly, he pulls his shirt up. Cool air hits his naked skin, coaxing out goosebumps, and Daehyun shuts his eyes, letting his imagination take him away.
Sunhwa noona would be gorgeous in bed. She would welcome him between her lovely thighs, grab his hands and touch herself with them, up and down her legs, up and down her torso. If she was down for it, Daehyun would go down on her. He swears he feels her fingers in his hair already and groans a little under his breath. Sunhwa’s breathy moans would be gorgeous, and the smell of her, the taste of her on his tongue would be so sweet, the perfect candy.
Not hard yet, but soon. Soon. He thinks about what it would be like to have a man’s hand in his hair, a man with a big hand, like that giant from VIXX, tugging and thrusting a hot, wet cock into his mouth, letting him trace the veins with the flat of his tongue. It would be big and his jaw would start to ache quickly, tears prickling in his eyes and Daehyun would feel so hungry, like he would die if he couldn’t have a cock stuffed into his mouth. The heat would be too much; he would have to touch himself, aching for a little relief, but the VIXX giant would be kind, gentle. He would pet his hair away from his eyes, call him a good boy, and smirk knowingly when Daehyun would moan and try to take him deeper into his mouth.
Or what if -- what if he were with someone smaller than him. That tiny one from EXO, the one with the wide smile and the small hands. He would fit nicely in Daehyun’s arms, his little butt under Daehyun’s palms. Maybe he would be the one to teasingly rub Daehyun’s arms and call him a superman.
Daehyun sighs, fingers working at his left nipple. He rubs it until it’s stiff and thinks about that tiny man from EXO licking and nibbling on his nipple until he’s aching and he’s about to burst.
One woman and one man. Daehyun moans, lowers his shorts and boxers, and lies there with his hand around his cock. Yeah, a woman and a man.
Hyorin noona from Sistar. Fuck, her voice is so pretty. Her body is so hot. God, Daehyun can’t even get a woman like her to look at a man like him in person, but in his mind, they’re in love. She meets him at the door of her dorm in tiny shorts and a tank, and, instead of going out, he spends the rest of his evening making love to her in her bed, burying his head between her breasts. Letting her scratch her nails down his neck, letting them cling and bite into the skin of his shoulders as she moans, throaty and low, and tries to whisper his name in between his thrusts.
He would love for her to be on top -- long, shiny hair, beautiful breasts, lean stomach, powerful thighs -- and he would keep his eyes open, wanting to see her face, his hands on her hips.
He’s hard now and all it takes is another image of Hyorin noona dressed in one of his shirts, flirting with him in the kitchen, wrapping her thighs around him, and he’s flushed, sweat beading on his forehead. He moans again -- a man.
Himchan hyung.
He knows he’s such a depraved little shit for thinking of his hyung fucking him, or him fucking his hyung, and he doesn’t know why he feels this way about Himchan of all people (Jongup would seem like an easier crush and he’s close enough to Youngjae that it probably wouldn’t be too weird to talk about their dicks touching) but the feelings are there. Himchan hyung walking in on him doing this, seeing him like that. Asking him what he’s thinking about, who he’s thinking about when he’s touching himself like this. “You better be thinking about me,” Himchan would sneer, walking around the bed until he had a perfect view of Daehyun straight on.
Daehyun would smile and say, “And what if I’m not, hyung?” He would be, of course. He loves how Himchan looks when he’s concentrating -- lips almost pouting, eyebrows drawn together, eyes hard -- and that’s exactly how he would look at Daehyun’s cock.
“You better be thinking about me,” Himchan would repeat again, now mumbling, a little unsure. He would want Daehyun to think about him and in a moment of weakness, caught starting at Daehyun’s erection, he would want it and want him.
“I’m thinking of you,” Daehyun would finally confess because it’s really hard to play mind games when he’s hard; he’s not really in the mood for Himchan’s mental aerobics when there are better things they could do with their mouths and hands. They wouldn’t fuck but they would frot, dirty, fast, sweaty, until Daehyun had to bury his head in Himchan’s shoulder to keep from screaming. Himchan would jerk him off, calling him a pretty boy, calling his cock pretty, saying how long he’s been waiting for this, how he loves it when Daehyun is so wound up he can’t even speak.
Daehyun wanks himself off to the tempo he thinks Himchan would use, quick and brutal, grip tight enough for him to hiss and feel lightheaded, but he craves this kind of high. Himchan with Daehyun’s cock in his mouth, Himchan with his mouth on Daehyun’s balls, laving at them filthily, sucking on them until Daehyun is pulsing, like now, and he’s not too far off, and all he needs is for Himchan to look him in the eyes, sweat sticking to his forehead and say, ”Come on, baby.”
Daehyun moans and comes all over his stomach, splattering on his shirt and dripping a few spots on the bed. It’s embarrassing and he tries not to think about it in the daytime, but even if he bulks up until he has to buy shirts in a different size, he still wants someone to baby him. Hyorin noona and Sunhwa noona would, charmed by his smile cheek wrinkles and his voice when he serenades them, and the VIXX giant would too, wanting someone small to stick to his side, wanting to feel the heat of taking care of someone. But would Himchan hyung? Under the right circumstances. Circumstances that are currently not in Daehyun’s favor, but that’s alright.
Panting, Daehyun takes off his shirt and tries to wipe himself off as well as he can when his hands are shaking and his vision is blurry. He’s sleepy and his visions have lulled into images of a girlfriend or boyfriend cuddling into his side, a sated smile on their face because he made them that way.
He falls asleep before he can start to feel lonely.
Pairing: Daehyun/People, Daehyun/Himchan
Rating: NC-17
Summary: PWP. Daehyun faps. That's it, that's the entire fic.
A/N: For himawarixxsandz ( •ॢ◡-ॢ)-♡
He’s not really sure what has set him off this time. Did Himchan hyung lean in too close and teasingly brush his fingers across the small of Daehyun’s back when he tried to squeeze himself into the van?
Or did it happen later in the day, at the company building, when gorgeous Sunhwa passed him in the hallway and in between polite greetings, he got a whiff of her perfume and imagined, for a split second, what it would feel like to trace the line of her neck with his lips and slowly unbutton that cutesy, flowery dress she wore?
Perhaps, it had been even later than that. Perhaps, it had been at the music festival when, after APink and Sistar, Lee Hyori took to the stage and ran her hands up a male backup dancer’s chest and then smirked into the camera, dangerous, wild, just like the noona Daehyun had always fantasized about and told himself he would never have in his arms.
In all seriousness, any one of these events could have brought him down this road, but the only important thing is that he’s here and he’s alone.
Their bedroom is the safest place he can be in at the moment. No one else is home, at someone’s birthday party or something of the like, and Daehyun has not only the bedroom, but the entire dorm to himself. If Himchan hyung drinks enough and Youngjae falls into his storytelling, the rest of B.A.P won’t get back home well into the evening. That gives him plenty of time for a nice, slow wank.
Now that promotions have started up again, in between practicing choreography, sessions in the booth, squeezing in time at the gym, and radio pit stops, Daehyun barely has time to sleep and definitely not enough time to touch himself the way he likes. That’s all about to change now.
Daehyun strips carefully, stepping out of his trousers, folding them neatly into the laundry basket. Tugs off his tie, unbuttons his dress shirt, also folds that up, and then looks down at himself, savoring the girth of his forearms, how tight his arms feel. He doesn’t have abs, not yet, but that’s alright. He’s not really in the market for that, anyway, Jongup has that covered.
He knows he’s a little bigger than he used to be and he feels it when he goes to tug on an old t-shirt and it’s a little tight around his triceps, but he loves that. He would love it even more if Hyosung noona would run her pretty hands up and down his arms, and marvel at how strong and fit he is, but now is not the time for fantasizing.
Daehyun pulls on a pair of drawstring shorts and then throws himself onto someone’s bed -- Youngjae’s, by the smell of it. Youngjae, that cheeky fucker. God, he can be so annoying. If only his ass weren’t so perky and tight. Daehyun exhales. Looks like he’s starting phase two of his masturbation ritual early today. That’s all right with him. The fantasies are the best part of all of this. As long as his thoughts remain inside his head, he can think about whatever he wants. Like how good it would feel to help Sunhwa noona out of her dress, her little giggle, how she wouldn’t be shy about it, and how he would love it if she preened a little after seeing her naked for the first time.
Slowly, he pulls his shirt up. Cool air hits his naked skin, coaxing out goosebumps, and Daehyun shuts his eyes, letting his imagination take him away.
Sunhwa noona would be gorgeous in bed. She would welcome him between her lovely thighs, grab his hands and touch herself with them, up and down her legs, up and down her torso. If she was down for it, Daehyun would go down on her. He swears he feels her fingers in his hair already and groans a little under his breath. Sunhwa’s breathy moans would be gorgeous, and the smell of her, the taste of her on his tongue would be so sweet, the perfect candy.
Not hard yet, but soon. Soon. He thinks about what it would be like to have a man’s hand in his hair, a man with a big hand, like that giant from VIXX, tugging and thrusting a hot, wet cock into his mouth, letting him trace the veins with the flat of his tongue. It would be big and his jaw would start to ache quickly, tears prickling in his eyes and Daehyun would feel so hungry, like he would die if he couldn’t have a cock stuffed into his mouth. The heat would be too much; he would have to touch himself, aching for a little relief, but the VIXX giant would be kind, gentle. He would pet his hair away from his eyes, call him a good boy, and smirk knowingly when Daehyun would moan and try to take him deeper into his mouth.
Or what if -- what if he were with someone smaller than him. That tiny one from EXO, the one with the wide smile and the small hands. He would fit nicely in Daehyun’s arms, his little butt under Daehyun’s palms. Maybe he would be the one to teasingly rub Daehyun’s arms and call him a superman.
Daehyun sighs, fingers working at his left nipple. He rubs it until it’s stiff and thinks about that tiny man from EXO licking and nibbling on his nipple until he’s aching and he’s about to burst.
One woman and one man. Daehyun moans, lowers his shorts and boxers, and lies there with his hand around his cock. Yeah, a woman and a man.
Hyorin noona from Sistar. Fuck, her voice is so pretty. Her body is so hot. God, Daehyun can’t even get a woman like her to look at a man like him in person, but in his mind, they’re in love. She meets him at the door of her dorm in tiny shorts and a tank, and, instead of going out, he spends the rest of his evening making love to her in her bed, burying his head between her breasts. Letting her scratch her nails down his neck, letting them cling and bite into the skin of his shoulders as she moans, throaty and low, and tries to whisper his name in between his thrusts.
He would love for her to be on top -- long, shiny hair, beautiful breasts, lean stomach, powerful thighs -- and he would keep his eyes open, wanting to see her face, his hands on her hips.
He’s hard now and all it takes is another image of Hyorin noona dressed in one of his shirts, flirting with him in the kitchen, wrapping her thighs around him, and he’s flushed, sweat beading on his forehead. He moans again -- a man.
Himchan hyung.
He knows he’s such a depraved little shit for thinking of his hyung fucking him, or him fucking his hyung, and he doesn’t know why he feels this way about Himchan of all people (Jongup would seem like an easier crush and he’s close enough to Youngjae that it probably wouldn’t be too weird to talk about their dicks touching) but the feelings are there. Himchan hyung walking in on him doing this, seeing him like that. Asking him what he’s thinking about, who he’s thinking about when he’s touching himself like this. “You better be thinking about me,” Himchan would sneer, walking around the bed until he had a perfect view of Daehyun straight on.
Daehyun would smile and say, “And what if I’m not, hyung?” He would be, of course. He loves how Himchan looks when he’s concentrating -- lips almost pouting, eyebrows drawn together, eyes hard -- and that’s exactly how he would look at Daehyun’s cock.
“You better be thinking about me,” Himchan would repeat again, now mumbling, a little unsure. He would want Daehyun to think about him and in a moment of weakness, caught starting at Daehyun’s erection, he would want it and want him.
“I’m thinking of you,” Daehyun would finally confess because it’s really hard to play mind games when he’s hard; he’s not really in the mood for Himchan’s mental aerobics when there are better things they could do with their mouths and hands. They wouldn’t fuck but they would frot, dirty, fast, sweaty, until Daehyun had to bury his head in Himchan’s shoulder to keep from screaming. Himchan would jerk him off, calling him a pretty boy, calling his cock pretty, saying how long he’s been waiting for this, how he loves it when Daehyun is so wound up he can’t even speak.
Daehyun wanks himself off to the tempo he thinks Himchan would use, quick and brutal, grip tight enough for him to hiss and feel lightheaded, but he craves this kind of high. Himchan with Daehyun’s cock in his mouth, Himchan with his mouth on Daehyun’s balls, laving at them filthily, sucking on them until Daehyun is pulsing, like now, and he’s not too far off, and all he needs is for Himchan to look him in the eyes, sweat sticking to his forehead and say, ”Come on, baby.”
Daehyun moans and comes all over his stomach, splattering on his shirt and dripping a few spots on the bed. It’s embarrassing and he tries not to think about it in the daytime, but even if he bulks up until he has to buy shirts in a different size, he still wants someone to baby him. Hyorin noona and Sunhwa noona would, charmed by his smile cheek wrinkles and his voice when he serenades them, and the VIXX giant would too, wanting someone small to stick to his side, wanting to feel the heat of taking care of someone. But would Himchan hyung? Under the right circumstances. Circumstances that are currently not in Daehyun’s favor, but that’s alright.
Panting, Daehyun takes off his shirt and tries to wipe himself off as well as he can when his hands are shaking and his vision is blurry. He’s sleepy and his visions have lulled into images of a girlfriend or boyfriend cuddling into his side, a sated smile on their face because he made them that way.
He falls asleep before he can start to feel lonely.