[fic] Corrupted (3/3)
Title: Corrupted
Pairings: Yongguk x Himchan
Genre: drama, romance
Rating: nc-17
Summary: Yongguk's curious about Himchan's lovelife. Maybe more than just curious...
A/N: betaed by the lovely nielsluv, you're truly the best! (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)♥
[Pt 1] [Pt 2]
Yongguk persistently knocked on the door anxiously and a little too desperately. Jongup was taking his time to think about Himchan’s offer-and this irritated the older male.
Afraid that this precious opportunity might slip away, Himchan moaned Jongup’s name loud enough for Yongguk to hear it outside their bathroom. Jongup’s thoughts were cut off by his hyung’s sudden action. He looked up at Himchan, pure panic in his eyes, and before he could even say a word, Himchan had already shushed him with his index finger. Himchan was trying to listen to whatever Yongguk was doing or was about to do.
Himchan heard Yongguk sigh loudly and then he heard him kick the door, “Dammit, Himchan! Open the goddamn door, right now!” He exclaimed. Himchan smirked, obviously proud of himself.
Jongup started to feel warmth pool between his legs. This was actually kind of turning him on. And who could blame the kid? He shoved Himchan off of him, as the older male was way too close to him for comfort, and went ahead to open the door.
“No, wait!” Himchan whispered, but it was too late. He saw Jongup’s back disappear and Yongguk’s face, red from anger, appear. Yongguk eyed the slighly younger man infront of him. Himchan was still wet from the shower he had taken with Jongup and was now holding a towel, which barely covered his manhood. When Himchan saw Yongguk staring down there, he tried not to laugh, and proceeded to cover himself up properly. Yongguk came out of his trance and looked back up at Himchan. He looked so beautiful… wet hair with water droplets still dripping from it. Yongguk always thought his best friend looked better without makeup, but either way he was breathtaking. Himchan… he was too much.
For a split second, Yongguk forgot why he was standing in the middle of the bathroom looking at an almost naked Himchan, gazing back at him curiously. He suddenly grabbed Himchan by the wrist a little too harshly as he could still hear Jongup’s name being moaned by him, the ghost of the sound bouncing around in his head. It made him sick to his stomach. He didn’t like it, and he finally knew why.
Yongguk started dragging Himchan to their shared bedroom, with no chance to protest as he definitely didn’t expect this from Yongguk. He expected some yelling, or maybe his best friend being so mad that he would just stop talking to him for a week or two. This was the worst thing you could punish Himchan with-the silent treatment.
Yongguk opened the door and pushed Himchan against the wall. It was stiffeningly cold in their room, and it gave Himchan goosebumps right away. It was either that… or the fact that the man he was in love with had pinned him against a wall while he was only wearing-more like trying to keep the towel - around his hips. He was in a state of shock; he really didn’t expect this at all, but might as well take this chance to get what he's wanted for what seemed like an eternity: Yongguk.
Yongguk’s embrace. Yongguk’s caresses. Yongguk’s kisses. Yongguk’s attention. Yongguk’s respect. Yongguk’s love...
Hell, he wanted Yongguk’s fucking dick buried deep inside of him. He wanted Yongguk to fuck him, hard, against the wall he was pinned against right then. He wanted Yongguk to make love to him. But not before getting Yongguk’s confession… After all, he knew his best friend had feelings for him too. It was mutual, and he just fucking knew it all along.
Himchan opens his pretty mouth to protest, but Yongguk is faster, “What are you doing to me, Kim Himchan?” Yongguk said, almost whispered against Himchan’s neck. Himchan looked straight into his eyes, and before words could come out, he cupped Yongguk’s face in his hands and leaned closer-if this was even possible. He pressed his lips tenderly on the elder’s and kissed him sweetly, as to not scare the fuck out of Yongguk. The slightly elder man responded positively to the kiss, pressing his lips harder against Himchan’s. He placed his hands comfortably on Himchan’s hips, warm, dry heat meeting cooler, slightly damp skin. The sudden contact made Himchan shiver wildly. It turned them both on even further. Himchan tried to part away from his best friend’s lips and Yongguk took the oportunity to nip at Himchan’s philtrum tenderly, which so much turned him on, and had always wanted to bite.
Himchan smiled sweetly. He felt so warm on the outside, but even more so on the inside; his towel fell to the floor, and the unexpected contact with Yongguk’s sweatpants made his heart flutter and his member come alive between them. He felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him as he felt Yongguk react to the other’s natural reflex, so to speak.
“I don’t know what this makes us, I don’t know what this makes me,” Yongguk tried to explain, “But you make me go insane. I lose my sanity everytime you wear those ridiculously tight pants,” Himchan laughed. Yongguk started moving his hand downward, exploring Himchan’s lower body. He placed his hand on Himchan's butt cheek, squeezing it sensually, running his fingers underneath the natural crease. “And every time you sweat like pig during dance practice, it makes me want to make you sweat for other reasons,” He slapped Himchan's ass, and smirked proudly as Himchan moaned so fucking loud, “You drive me insane. You made me fall in love harder in faster than I ever have.” Himchan looked up and puppy-eyed Yongguk, expecting him to say what he’s been wanting to hear for months.
“You made me fall for you, Kim Himchan. I fucking love you,” Yongguk finally confessed. Himchan was so happy, he raised his right leg and placed it around Yongguk’s hips, pure ecstasy running through his veins. He leaned into the wall to balance himself and pushed Yongguk against his chest, kissing him roughly and more passionately than before on the lips. There was something about the way Yongguk held his leg to hold him and keep him in that position that made him realize the intensity of the moment. He wanted Yongguk to take him right there, against the wall.
There was something bothering Yongguk, though, and he just had to ask, “So am I the one who corrupted you?” He flashed his gummy smile, the one Himchan so much adored.
“No,” Himchan replied, eyes radiating pure lust, “But you’re about to.”
Pairings: Yongguk x Himchan
Genre: drama, romance
Rating: nc-17
Summary: Yongguk's curious about Himchan's lovelife. Maybe more than just curious...
A/N: betaed by the lovely nielsluv, you're truly the best! (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)♥
[Pt 1] [Pt 2]
Yongguk persistently knocked on the door anxiously and a little too desperately. Jongup was taking his time to think about Himchan’s offer-and this irritated the older male.
Afraid that this precious opportunity might slip away, Himchan moaned Jongup’s name loud enough for Yongguk to hear it outside their bathroom. Jongup’s thoughts were cut off by his hyung’s sudden action. He looked up at Himchan, pure panic in his eyes, and before he could even say a word, Himchan had already shushed him with his index finger. Himchan was trying to listen to whatever Yongguk was doing or was about to do.
Himchan heard Yongguk sigh loudly and then he heard him kick the door, “Dammit, Himchan! Open the goddamn door, right now!” He exclaimed. Himchan smirked, obviously proud of himself.
Jongup started to feel warmth pool between his legs. This was actually kind of turning him on. And who could blame the kid? He shoved Himchan off of him, as the older male was way too close to him for comfort, and went ahead to open the door.
“No, wait!” Himchan whispered, but it was too late. He saw Jongup’s back disappear and Yongguk’s face, red from anger, appear. Yongguk eyed the slighly younger man infront of him. Himchan was still wet from the shower he had taken with Jongup and was now holding a towel, which barely covered his manhood. When Himchan saw Yongguk staring down there, he tried not to laugh, and proceeded to cover himself up properly. Yongguk came out of his trance and looked back up at Himchan. He looked so beautiful… wet hair with water droplets still dripping from it. Yongguk always thought his best friend looked better without makeup, but either way he was breathtaking. Himchan… he was too much.
For a split second, Yongguk forgot why he was standing in the middle of the bathroom looking at an almost naked Himchan, gazing back at him curiously. He suddenly grabbed Himchan by the wrist a little too harshly as he could still hear Jongup’s name being moaned by him, the ghost of the sound bouncing around in his head. It made him sick to his stomach. He didn’t like it, and he finally knew why.
Yongguk started dragging Himchan to their shared bedroom, with no chance to protest as he definitely didn’t expect this from Yongguk. He expected some yelling, or maybe his best friend being so mad that he would just stop talking to him for a week or two. This was the worst thing you could punish Himchan with-the silent treatment.
Yongguk opened the door and pushed Himchan against the wall. It was stiffeningly cold in their room, and it gave Himchan goosebumps right away. It was either that… or the fact that the man he was in love with had pinned him against a wall while he was only wearing-more like trying to keep the towel - around his hips. He was in a state of shock; he really didn’t expect this at all, but might as well take this chance to get what he's wanted for what seemed like an eternity: Yongguk.
Yongguk’s embrace. Yongguk’s caresses. Yongguk’s kisses. Yongguk’s attention. Yongguk’s respect. Yongguk’s love...
Hell, he wanted Yongguk’s fucking dick buried deep inside of him. He wanted Yongguk to fuck him, hard, against the wall he was pinned against right then. He wanted Yongguk to make love to him. But not before getting Yongguk’s confession… After all, he knew his best friend had feelings for him too. It was mutual, and he just fucking knew it all along.
Himchan opens his pretty mouth to protest, but Yongguk is faster, “What are you doing to me, Kim Himchan?” Yongguk said, almost whispered against Himchan’s neck. Himchan looked straight into his eyes, and before words could come out, he cupped Yongguk’s face in his hands and leaned closer-if this was even possible. He pressed his lips tenderly on the elder’s and kissed him sweetly, as to not scare the fuck out of Yongguk. The slightly elder man responded positively to the kiss, pressing his lips harder against Himchan’s. He placed his hands comfortably on Himchan’s hips, warm, dry heat meeting cooler, slightly damp skin. The sudden contact made Himchan shiver wildly. It turned them both on even further. Himchan tried to part away from his best friend’s lips and Yongguk took the oportunity to nip at Himchan’s philtrum tenderly, which so much turned him on, and had always wanted to bite.
Himchan smiled sweetly. He felt so warm on the outside, but even more so on the inside; his towel fell to the floor, and the unexpected contact with Yongguk’s sweatpants made his heart flutter and his member come alive between them. He felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him as he felt Yongguk react to the other’s natural reflex, so to speak.
“I don’t know what this makes us, I don’t know what this makes me,” Yongguk tried to explain, “But you make me go insane. I lose my sanity everytime you wear those ridiculously tight pants,” Himchan laughed. Yongguk started moving his hand downward, exploring Himchan’s lower body. He placed his hand on Himchan's butt cheek, squeezing it sensually, running his fingers underneath the natural crease. “And every time you sweat like pig during dance practice, it makes me want to make you sweat for other reasons,” He slapped Himchan's ass, and smirked proudly as Himchan moaned so fucking loud, “You drive me insane. You made me fall in love harder in faster than I ever have.” Himchan looked up and puppy-eyed Yongguk, expecting him to say what he’s been wanting to hear for months.
“You made me fall for you, Kim Himchan. I fucking love you,” Yongguk finally confessed. Himchan was so happy, he raised his right leg and placed it around Yongguk’s hips, pure ecstasy running through his veins. He leaned into the wall to balance himself and pushed Yongguk against his chest, kissing him roughly and more passionately than before on the lips. There was something about the way Yongguk held his leg to hold him and keep him in that position that made him realize the intensity of the moment. He wanted Yongguk to take him right there, against the wall.
There was something bothering Yongguk, though, and he just had to ask, “So am I the one who corrupted you?” He flashed his gummy smile, the one Himchan so much adored.
“No,” Himchan replied, eyes radiating pure lust, “But you’re about to.”