[Day Four] Confessions Of A Fuckboy
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playboys0408Title: Confessions of a Fuckboy
Kink: school themes
Pairing(s): Sehun/Kai side!hunhan, side!baekyeol, side!kaisoo
Word Count: 11,080
Rating: NC-17
Warnings (please list all additional kinks and any other potentially triggering material): underage drinking, public blowjobs, frottage
Summary: High school!AU: Kim Jongin is what you would call something of a fuckboy. No wait, scratch that. He’s the fuckboy.
Author's Note: First and foremost, I’m sorry for this mess of a fic lol this originally was meant to be a boarding school!AU and I realized far too late into the fic to notice I had been writing it as a hs!AU :( I apologize for that, and please note that some members ages have been changed to fit the fic. Secondly, I'd like to thank my love J for helping me out during the times I struggled with this and I hope I was able to produce something that is somewhat enjoyable! (and slightly cliche) ;u;
Kim Jongin is what you would call something of a fuckboy. No wait, scratch that. He’s the fuckboy, and Sehun thinks it’s more infuriating than anything else he’s ever had to deal with in all of his years of high school.
Sehun and Jongin are polar opposites on different planets. Sehun is more of a reserved, gets straight A’s type of student. He blends in with the crowd for the most part whereas Jongin certainly does not. Jongin is a bright splash of danger and excitement across the bleak faces that Sehun passes everyday, and really Sehun should hate him. Or he should at least be annoyed by him. But he’s not. In fact, he’s rather drawn to him and that’s also infuriating.
They’re an unlikely pair, as friends, as whatever else, but Sehun supposes something between them overpowers that unlikeness. Maybe he’s just more in a Jongin trance than he thought because he should be more pissed off when Jongin decides to text him in the middle of class.
Sehun does well ignoring it at first. Mr. Kang is a rather strict teacher and Sehun would really rather not be at the shit end of his bad side so he ignores the way his phone vibrates against his thigh and continues jotting down notes, tongue poking out of the corner of his lips in concentration. However, the buzzing doesn’t stop. It’s repetitive and annoying and fucking Kim Jongin what the fuck.
Glancing around, Sehun makes sure everyone is focused on Mr. Kang and that Mr. Kang has his back turned to the class, busy writing important points of today’s lesson across the chalkboard, before he slowly reaches down and eases his phone out of his pocket and onto his lap. He’s quick to pull his messages up all the while looking completely casual when Mr. Kang turns around to check that he has everyone’s full attention.
from: kim jongdumb
sehunnnn come to the second floor bathroom i need u
Sehun wants to scoff and he’s not in any way, shape, or form tempted to oblige to Jongin’s demand.
to: kim jongdumb
I’m pretty sure you can pee all by yourself dude
When Sehun glances up again, he finds that Mr. Kang’s gaze is lingering on him. He straightens up, smiling as if to feign innocence in hopes that Mr. Kang won’t suspect him of anything. When he doesn’t receive a reply from Jongin for a few minutes, he thinks he’s safe and resumes writing down notes, concentrating completely on the lesson.
Until his phone vibrates against his thigh again, causing him to groan inwardly as he glances down.
kim jongdumb
New picture message!
Oh God. Opening picture messages from Jongin in public is never a good idea. He’s made that mistake before and Chanyeol has never, even to this very day, let him live it down. He’s still hearing constant snarky comments about how your mouth is so small, I don’t get how it stretches around Jongin because he’s fucking thick as hell are you magic or something?, and it’s the most annoying thing ever. Chanyeol is so annoying.
But not as annoying as Kim Jongin.
Sehun glances to his right, glances to his left. Chanyeol is to his right and he’s not paying a lick of attention to Sehun’s existence because he’s too busy doodling dicks at the bottom corner of his notebook and the kid to his left is a teacher’s pet so she’s too busy throwing her hand up every time Mr. Kang asks a question.
Sighing to himself, Sehun glances down at his phone and slowly taps his way to his conversation with Jongin, eyes flicking up every few seconds to reassure himself that the coast is clear. When he’s sure that he won’t get busted by anyone, he glances down just as he opens the message, and what he sees has him mentally groaning—out of both annoyance and steadily building sexual frustration— instantly.
As expected, it’s a dick pic. It’s not unusual for Jongin to send them, but Sehun always feels flustered regardless. It’s taken from a low angle. Sehun can see the sharp cut of Jongin’s jawline at the top left corner and the rest of the picture is his hard dick, slightly curved upwards, a small pearl of precome at the tip that Sehun wouldn’t even notice if he weren’t paying close attention, and Jongin’s hand wrapped tight around the base. Under it reads: this could be your angle if you were here rn wink wink.
“I fucking swear…” Sehun curses, dropping his head to rest against his desk briefly.
“Sehun? Is there a problem?” He hears Mr. Kang question.
Lifting his head, Sehun decides now is the right moment to excuse himself. He’d rather not have his classmates catch sight of his growing erection.
“I don’t feel very well. May I be excused?” He responds, voice dropped just an octave to make himself sound convincing.
Mr. Kang doesn’t look too convinced for a moment but he motions towards the door anyway. “Chanyeol can take notes for you.”
The perks of being on his good side, Sehun thinks.
“Thank you, sir.”
Sehun quickly gathers his things up, flashes an unamused Chanyeol a grin, and makes a dash for the door. It’s a quick trip up the stairs to the second floor and the halls are all clear save for a few teachers wandering to and from other classrooms. Sehun isn’t sure why Jongin always has to use the second floor bathroom, though. It’s an identical copy of the one on the first floor, but according to Jongin it’s more private. Sehun doesn’t get his logic sometimes. Though, he is getting fucked so he can’t really complain.
He enters the bathroom and instantly knows which stall to go to. Jongin is always in the very last one because it’s bigger and, according to Jongin (once again) it’s better for when Jongin needs a quick fuck. More leg room because he likes to get Sehun in these weird ass positions that are uncomfortable as fuck but feel good as fuck at the same time.
“Jongin?” Sehun says, knuckles knocking against the door of the last stall.
The door swings open a second later, revealing a flushed Jongin with cheeks tinged pink and his cock poking through the zipper of his khaki pants, hand wrapped around the base already. “Took you long enough, I’m about to die from blue balls here.”
“You started without me,” Sehun states, glancing down at Jongin’s leaking cock as he pushes Jongin back inside the stall. Jongin has never been patient when it comes to getting off, but that’s okay because it gives Sehun an excuse to be an ass and tease him to his heart’s extent.
Sehun locks the stall and proceeds to push Jongin backwards by his shoulders until his back collides with the wall, Sehun pressing forward dangerously close so that their noses almost brush. They don’t kiss, never have really. Jongin isn’t one for intimacy and Sehun isn’t one to get attached. It’s almost like an unspoken understanding between them.
“Well excuse me for trying to relieve myself because some lanky fuck couldn’t get his ass here in record time,” Jongin snaps dryly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
Sehun sinks to his knees easily, lazily fisting Jongin’s dick in his hand and blinking up at the bronzed boy with his brow perfectly arched. “Well excuse me for wanting to focus on school work. I swear to God if I fail my upcoming tests I’m going to rip your balls off,” Sehun snarls.
Jongin laughs from above and slides his hands into Sehun’s hair, tugging his head forward and down so his lips bump the head of Jongin’s cock.
“Shut up and suck already,” Jongin says impatiently. He pushes his hips forward and the blunt, wet head of his cock pushes firmer against Sehun’s lips until he caves and parts them, allowing the musky taste of precome and skin fill his mouth. Jongin’s mouth drops open.
Sehun quite likes giving Jongin head, no matter how much he may seem like he could care less if he did it or not. There’s something insanely hot about being on his knees with Jongin trying to keep himself composed with each suck and flick of the tongue, something so hot about being able to wreck Jongin with just his mouth. He likes when Jongin pulls at his hair and grunts, trying so hard to keep himself quiet when Sehun takes him in deep. He could probably (read: definitely) be classified as a cockslut, but only for Jongin. Sehun isn’t one to get on his knees for most people, especially on the scummy floor of their school restroom that probably has a layer of disgusting impurities laying on top of it.
“You know how good you look like this?” Jongin breathes, hips still pushing forward.
Sehun moans in response, knowing that the added sensation will have Jongin’s knees trembling. He splays his palms over sturdy thighs and moves them around to cup Jongin’s ass and push him forward, taking him down even deeper and holding him there until he feels his gag reflex is threatening to fail him.
Above him, Jongin is starting to curse under his breath and Sehun knows he’s about done for when his cock throbs particularly hard as Sehun rolls his balls gently.
He pulls away long enough to hoarsely say, “Don’t get come on my uniform or in my hair,” before Jongin’s pushing his cock back into the warm cavern of Sehun’s mouth.
“Fuck,” Jongin rasps, fingers tightening their hold on Sehun’s hair as he comes.
Sehun swallows what he can eagerly, trying to keep his throat relaxed as Jongin pushes in just that much more until he’s spent. Sehun releases him with a wet pop and wipes at the sides of his mouth where come had dripped down.
“Clean my dick up while you’re down there,” Jongin tells him, eyes staring down at Sehun expectantly.
“You can’t clean your own dick?”
“It’s better when you do it,” the other shrugs.
Huffing, Sehun reaches over to grab a handful of toilet paper and shakes his head. “You’re impossible,” he grumbles as he cleans both himself and Jongin up, tucking Jongin back inside of his pants when he’s finished.
There’s a smug smirk on Jongin’s stupidly pretty face and Sehun has half a mind to smack it off. Jongin’s arrogance should be annoying, Sehun’s doesn’t get why he thinks it’s so hot.
“See ya later, babycakes!” Jongin blows Sehun a kiss while he backs out of the stall, and Sehun rolls his eyes.
Babycakes. Sehun hates that stupid pet name.
He stares blankly at Jongin’s back as the other disappears out of the bathroom and the bell rings just as the door closes.
“I swear if I have to write anymore notes for your ass just so you can sneak off to blow Jongin between classes I’m actually going to sew your mouth shut,” Chanyeol says bitterly.
“You’re still fucking around with him?” Baekhyun questions absentmindedly. He jabs his fingers hard against his controller, biting at his lower lip in concentration.
“Apparently,” Sehun sighs from the couch.
“Apparently,” Chanyeol repeats. “Please, we all know you’re getting your ass filled six times a week. Is Jongin’s resting day on Sunday just like God himself?”
Sehun tosses an empty coke can at Chanyeol’s head, laughing when it hits him spot on, and Chanyeol groans. “What the hell.”
“It’s not my fault my ass likes his dick so much. The damn kid fucks like it’s his whole purpose in life,” and Sehun thinks it should be.
“Who would’ve thought; the school fuckboy and the school’s top student,” says Baekhyun, smacking his hand over his heart dramatically.
“Only every high school manga ever created,” Sehun answers flatly. Chanyeol huffs angrily and tosses his controller to the other end of the couch.
“You win, asshole,” he tells Baekhyun, who only smiles and sits up on his knees to crawl over and kiss Chanyeol’s cheek. Cue fake gagging noises. Then, Chanyeol glances over at Sehun, “So hey, are you going to Luhan’s party tonight?”
At this, Sehun can’t help but flush a shade of pink. Luhan is a super hot, super sweet exchange student from China. He’s a senior where Sehun is a junior, captain of the soccer team with robust thighs and the prettiest face anyone’s ever seen on a boy, and Sehun’s been fantasizing about his dick since day one along with everyone else.
Word around school is that he swings both ways, likes both chicks and dicks, and Sehun doesn’t like to brag but he has a better ass than any of the girls in school that he’s sure Luhan would love to see.
“I was thinking about it,” Sehun says nonchalantly, shrugging.
Chanyeol snorts, “You know you’re gonna go. How else would you be able to lure Luhan into fucking you?”
“The same way Baekhyun lured you into fucking him; by shaking my ass and drawing attention to my thighs.”
“Luhan’s a goner. You two will be so happy together,” Chanyeol nods, approving.
“Wait,” Baekhyun pipes up, “what if Jongin gets like, I dunno, jealous or something?”
A laugh pushes past Sehun’s lips because no way would that ever happen. Jongin slept around more than Sehun could ever think about doing and the amount of pride he has in his skills is something that Sehun has seen yet to be extinguished. Jongin knows he’s a great fuck and that no one will ever be able to make Sehun beg the way he can. Still though, Sehun is curious of what Luhan could do to him.
“Nah,” Sehun shakes his head. “He won’t. Now off with you two, I have homework to do.”
Sehun expected nothing less of a complete rager. By the time he, Chanyeol, and Baekhyun get there, the place is already crawling with people and the music is booming so loud that Sehun expects for the police to be called at some point. He can see bodies bumping together through the window, hears people screaming and obnoxiously hooting, and he can’t help but roll his eyes because these are exactly the situations someone of his nature avoids at all costs. Of course, he’d never miss out on the opportunity to make fun of drunken idiots.
“Luhan sure knows how to pack a place, huh?” Baekhyun whistles.
Chanyeol shrugs, “The perks of being the hottest athlete in school. Where the hell is the alcohol?”
“Please for the love of God, do not mix your shit. You always get sick and I don’t exactly wanna witness it,” Baekhyun chides with a pout as he follows behind Chanyeol, who easily finds the alcohol when they enter Luhan’s house.
Sehun follows them both silently, squeezing through the bodies of buzzing teenagers and skimming through all of the faces in search of Luhan. He’s most likely off chatting everyone up, spreading his contagious smile around and making people’s hearts flutter every time he looks at them.
A red cup is pushed into his hand, and he accepts it easily. Baekhyun taps the side of his cup against Sehun’s before he brings it up to his lips and mumbles, “Drink up, Sehun. You’ll need the liquid courage if you wanna get in Luhan’s pants.”
He’s not lying. Confidence has always been something that Sehun exudes for the most part, but that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t falter sometimes—it does, especially when it came to the pretty Chinese boy.
“Cheers,” Sehun says, and tips his head back. He’s not crazy about the fruity flavor mixed with the alcohol, prefers a plain beer over anything, but he supposes it’s not too awful.
Except maybe it is.
“Thought you didn’t like mixed drinks,” an annoyingly familiar voice says, low and deep like the pounding bass line in whatever shitty dubstep mashup is playing.
“Awe, you remembered,” Sehun coos, turning his attention to Jongin, who’s smirking smugly, hands shoved into his pockets and his eyes lined with smudged kohl. His eyes are a little glazed over and Sehun can’t tell if he’s high or a little tipsy.
“I told you that you were special, didn’t I?”
Snorting, Sehun rolls his eyes and pushes at Jongin’s shoulder. “So romantic,” he sighs. “Anyway, how’s the party so far?”
Jongin shrugs and steals Sehun’s cup from his grasp, and his throat bobs three times before he hands it back. “It’s alright. Not much of a selection here considering jocks aren’t my type. Wanna fuck in the bathroom?”
Blunt and straight to the point as always. Sehun shouldn’t be taken aback by Jongin’s sudden question, but he sputters around his drink anyway. “Seriously?”
“... Yeah?”
“I don’t think that’s a good ide—fuck,” Sehun curses, quickly making to shrink himself beside Jongin.
“What the hell are you doing? Oh, I see,” Jongin teases. “Quick, pull your pants down and stick out your ass. He won’t be able to resist.”
Sehun deadpans, “Classy, Jongin, very classy. Shit, he’s coming this way what the fuck do I do?”
“I just told you,” Jongin says, and Sehun smacks him on the arm.
Luhan is maybe 5 steps away, drawing closer and smiling almost too brightly with flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes, and oh God, he’s wearing a loose fitting, thin shirt that reveals his arms and tight pants that accentuate his thick legs. Toned arms and thick legs and his hair a perfect tousle of chocolate brown on top of his head, and Sehun thinks he’d be willing to get on his knees right there if Luhan asked him to.
Alright, chill Sehun.
“Well,” Jongin exhales, “as much as I’d love to see you flail and stumble over your words here, I see Hyejin’s thighs begging me to part them over there. Later, princess!” And leave it to Kim fucking Jongin to be shameless enough to plant a sloppy kiss to Sehun’s cheek.
“So gross,” Sehun grumbles, wiping his cheek off as Jongin slides his way through the crowd.
He slips right into Hyejin’s space and presses his palm against the small of her back before gesturing her to dance with him. Sehun watches, head tilted to the side as Hyejin smiles brightly and allows Jongin to lead her to an open spot between the rest of the rolling bodies.
Hyejin is just Jongin’s type, Sehun thinks. Well, his female type anyway. She’s absolutely adorable and bubbly, probably one of the funniest girls in their school, but she has a body that could make a grown man cry; long legs, thick thighs, rounded hips, and a great rack. If Jongin wasn’t around Sehun would probably make a move on her himself if his goal tonight wasn’t to get into Luhan’s pants, so maybe another time.
It’s almost instantly that Jongin’s hands slide over the round curve of her hips and around to her front, fingertips teasing at the skin just below her belly button that’s exposed thanks to her crop top. She backs her ass right against his crotch and Sehun sees Jongin’s smirk spread.
Cue eye roll.
“Your boyfriend’s cheating on you,” Baekhyun laughs, and Sehun scoffs.
“He’s not my anything. He’s a pain in the ass that I almost care about on a platonic level and he happens to be a great fuck.”
“Platonic level, right,” Chanyeol nods, giving Baekhyun a look.
“You two suck. Where the hell is Lu—LUHAN, HI!”
Chanyeol and Baekhyun stifle their laughter against each other and Sehun blushes madly, gripping the nape of his neck so hard that it hurts. Luhan, on the other hand, is a little wide-eyed, but his smile is super gorgeous and oh God he’s so cute.
“Hey Sehun, I didn’t think I’d see you here,” Luhan grins as he slides past Sehun and strides over to the fridge. “Not much of a party goer, are you?”
“He came with, uh, good intentions this time,” Baekhyun snorts. Sehun reaches over and pinches his arm.
“Please go away,” Sehun murmurs, trying to sound as polite as possible all the while glaring daggers and his two so-called friends.
They retreat easily (for once), but Chanyeol starts making kissy faces as he goes and Sehun thinks throwing his drink in Chanyeol’s face might be an effective way to get him to stop. Then again, he could really use the liquid courage right now, so he chugs the fruity drink down and makes a face when the taste clings to his tongue, and Luhan laughs.
“Awful isn’t it? Beer?”
Sehun sets the cup aside and nods, “Please.”
Luhan grabs another beer and tosses it over to Sehun. “Zitao made the fruity shit. I hid the beer for myself because fucking gross.”
Hid the beer for himself but he’s sharing it with Sehun. Score 1 for Sehun. This is their first moment and Sehun will look back on this years from now while telling his children how their father shared his beer with him and after that the rest was history.
He shakes his head as if to brush the domestic thoughts away because way too soon while Luhan leans against his fridge, Adam’s apple bobbing as he downs half the bottle. Sehun finds it oddly attractive, probably because Luhan’s neck is pretty anyway. It’s long and Sehun thinks it would like nice covered in hickeys. Maybe teeth marks. Both is always good, too.
“I should’ve known Zitao made it. It tasted like him,” Sehun sighs, and then he realizes how wrong that sounded. “Wait, not like that, I just meant that… uh, it tasted like he put it together? I have no idea what I’m saying.”
Sehun half expects Luhan to back out of the kitchen slowly, but instead the other boy laughs and Sehun feels, for whatever reason, accomplished, like he’s just cleared the pathway for something magical to happen. Or at least cleared the pathway to Luhan’s pants.
“I get what you mean. I think. Anyway, what’s going on with you and Jongin? Like, are you two together or?”
Sehun makes a face, shakes his head too quickly, and waves his hand dismissively. “No, far from it. We’re kind of friends, I guess?”
Because he really has no idea what they are. They’re something more than friends, something less than almost lovers, riding the fine line between the two with slightly frayed edges. They fuck a lot and then turn around and tease each other as if they’re elementary students refusing to admit that they slightly like the other. Except there’s no romantic feelings involved, neither fleeting feelings or the ones that makes your brain go all fuzzy. Sehun doesn’t think he’s able to explain what they are.
Kind of friends, less than almost lovers. Yeah, that works.
“Why do you ask?” Sehun asks, butterflies bursting in his stomach when Luhan shrugs and starts grinning impishly.
“Because I needed to know if it was okay to invite you to the soccer game this Friday. We can grab a bite to eat after?”
Oh holy fuck no way. What. What.Despite his impeccable ability to play it cavalier and calm, Sehun is finding it very hard not to start screeching right now and his pulse is pounding in his throat so bad.
“That sounds great,” is what he settles for, and he’s proud of himself that he’s not visibly shaking like a leaf (because his insides certainly are) and his voice is surprisingly steady.
“Great,” Luhan smiles back. “Wanna dance?”
Sehun is quick to accept, maybe too quick, but he couldn’t care less right now. The guy he’s been pining over for over half of the year is asking him to dance and he doesn’t think anything could ruin this moment.
Luhan sets his beer down and grabs Sehun’s wrist, and that’s all it takes for Sehun to internally burst into flames as he’s dragged through the throng of people. He can feel eyes—of both jealous girls and boys alike—burning daggers into his back as Luhan instantly pulls him in by the waist to press their hips flush together. A blush blooms across Sehun’s cheeks and down his neck but he manages to play it cool.
“You dance some, yeah?” Luhan asks, leaning in so that Sehun can hear him over the music. Sehun nods.
“Mind showing me how well your hips move?”
That makes Sehun’s throat go completely dry and all he can manage is a noise that sounds like a gasp and a strangled cry for help because holy shit.
“Um.”
“Sorry, am I being too straightforward?”
No, I’m just too fucking awkward when it comes to you.
The fact that he can be so cool and together with everyone else and then end up being such a stuttering mess whenever Luhan is around is so annoying. Still, Sehun shakes his head and smirks the best he can.
“Not at all.”
Luhan splays his palm over the small of Sehun’s back and presses their hips together that much harder. Sehun almost squeaks out loud as Luhan rocks his hips experimentally, hand still on Sehun’s back and his eyes lingering on Sehun’s lips.
Sehun feels hot and flustered and unsure of what to do, like he’s forgotten how to move his body, and he has a very odd feeling that he’s being stared at but he assume it’s just all of the heartbroken girls and boys staring as Luhan presses himself closer to Sehun, as if it’s even possible.
However, Sehun glances around just in time to catch Jongin’s gaze. Plump lips twitch up into a smirk on instinct as he slides his hand around to press the spot right above Hyejin’s crotch, brow arching at Sehun as if to say ‘I’m totally fucking her later’. For some reason, it feels like Jongin is trying to get a reaction out of him. Maybe he’s just being an asshole like usual, or maybe it’s his way of saying hey look Sehun we both have hot pieces of ass, good job bro.
When it comes to Jongin, Sehun can never be sure.
“So what’s—ah shit—the deal with you and Luhan?” Jongin asks breathlessly, a moan following as Sehun rolls his hips down harder. Sehun has been bouncing on Jongin’s cock for a good 10 minutes, keeping Jongin and himself on edge, and Jongin is nearly reduced to sobbing at the sensitivity.
Sehun arches back and slows his hips, moaning at the slow drag of Jongin’s cock against his walls, against his prostate, and his dick can’t help but twitch. His thighs are burning and there’s sweat dotting along his temple, but he’s determined to ride Jongin for all he’s worth. After all, it’s what he deserves for feeling Sehun up in the middle of studying. Sehun’s not letting him come so easy this time.
“What? Jealous?” The condescending tone is impossible to fight off and Jongin promptly scoffs, thrusting his hips up particularly hard, his cock jabbing Sehun in the right spot that causes him to fall forward just a little.
“Jealous of what? C’mon babe, we both know I fuck you better than he ever could,” Jongin says, bottom lip catching between his teeth when Sehun grinds down onto him.
“I’m not your ‘babe’, loser.”
“Whatever, can I come already?”
At this, Sehun stills completely, and Jongin tosses his head back in frustration. It’s a sight to see, really. The almighty Kim Jongin, resident fuckboy of South Korea, is debauched and flushed and desperate, and Sehun is so satisfied with himself.
“Wouldn’t that be too easy, Jongin?” Sehun teases, wiggling his ass slowly as he rakes a nail over one of Jongin’s nipples. Jongin groans and arches his back, and his cock shifts just barely inside of Sehun, brushing a particularly sensitive spot that makes Sehun lose focus of his goal at hand.
With Jongin’s cock stuffed in his ass, it’s understandable how easy it is for him to forget what he’s doing.
There’s mischief in Jongin’s eyes and he’s smirking in a way that blatantly states ‘Oh Sehun you just fucked up so bad’. A second later, Jongin plants his feet against the bed and fucks up into Sehun, cock hitting just the right spot again, and Sehun falls forward completely, panting and moaning against Jongin’s neck as the older snaps his hips unforgivingly, fingers digging into the soft flesh of Sehun’s ass cheeks.
“You’re cute, you know,” Jongin rasps shakily, voice uneven due to his thrusts. “You know I always get what I want.”
Sehun comes then, untouched and with a strangled moan as he shoots up his and Jongin’s chests. He’s so spent and boneless that he doesn’t even care that he’s laying in his own release or how fucking uncomfortable and disgusting it is. Jongin fills the condom a moment later and his body trembles, tenses all over, and Sehun has always thought that Jongin looks especially good when he’s mid-orgasm.
“You’re such an ass,” Sehun says after he’s regained the ability to breathe properly, lifting his head from Jongin’s shoulder.
Jongin pats Sehun’s ass and laughs. “Yet you keep coming back to me.”
Sehun rolls his eyes, “Don’t sound so smug. Your dick is great, but that’s it.”
“Eh, your ass is the only good thing about you.”
Scoffing, Sehun rolls off of Jongin’s body, chest dirtied with his release and a sheen of sweat. “I’m a fucking delight,” he says.
Jongin snorts, “Right. A delightful fuck.”
Sehun rolls his eyes again and kicks at Jongin’s leg before he stands. His body feels drained and his legs are wobbly like jello, and if he had a choice he’d stay in bed and sleep, but he feels disgusting and sticky and he really needs to shower.
“I’m taking my delightful ass to the shower. You coming?”
“I’d follow that ass anywhere,” Jongin says as he rolls out of bed, and Sehun totally doesn’t pay any mind to the fact that Jongin looks thoroughly fucked and wrecked. His hair is in complete disarray, body flushed from his cheeks down, lips puffy and kiss-swollen, and streaks of Sehun’s come clinging to his skin. It’s a God awful filthy sight, but fuck is it amazing.
“No funny business,” Sehun warns as they step into his bathroom.
“No funny business,” Jongin echoes.
“No funny business” ends up being Jongin rimming Sehun until the water turns cold, until his thighs are trembling, his cock twitching against his stomach with the need to be touched, and Sehun can’t help but reach down and jerk himself hard and fast until ropes of come shoot at the shower wall. His face feels too hot, maybe he’s a tad embarrassed that Jongin’s tongue made him come like that, and his legs might as well be made of spaghetti.
Jongin looks impossibly smug when Sehun finally turns to face him. “I said no funny business,” Sehun says.
Jongin’s smirk widens. There’s water pooling in the dips of his collarbones, running over plush lips and sliding down the bronzed expanse of his chest. His cock is half-hard between his legs, and Sehun is so tempted to drop to his knees.
“Was either of us laughing?” Jongin asks.
“You’re a comical genius,” Sehun says flatly.
“A comical genius with a magical tongue.”
Sehun snorts, “Finish washing up before the cold water makes your dick shrivel up, dumbass.”
Friday rolls around all too soon and before Sehun knows it, he finds himself perched in the bleachers with Chanyeol and Baekhyun to his right. The two aren’t exactly sports fans, but Sehun had forced them to come along with him anyway for moral support purposes. Sehun himself isn’t a sports fan either, but he catches himself cheering and clapping and hooting obnoxiously every time Luhan scores a goal or steals the balls.
If every athlete looked nearly as good as Luhan, Sehun might be able to get into sports more often. Luhan is an absolute beast on the field, Sehun thinks. It’s a totally different sight from the flirty, popular, cute guy that everyone pines for. This Luhan is sweaty and manly and scoring goals left and right—which he always does, except this time it’s sports related.
“Luhan is tearing it up,” Baekhyun says, his eyes following the ball as it’s kicked back and forth.
“He can tear me up all he wants,” Sehun mumbles absentmindedly.
Chanyeol snorts, “I think you’re getting torn up enough. Thought Jongin was the best fuck you’ve ever had?”
Sehun makes a face, “Well yeah, but. But Luhan is probab—shut up, Chanyeol.”
“What Sehun is trying to say,” Baekhyun begins, “is that Luhan is pretty as fuck when he’s not on the field, but when he’s on the field he looks super manly and he’s probably a beast in the bedroom as well.”
Sehun nods, “Took the words right out of my mouth. C’mon Luhan!”
Sehun is sure his heart drops when Luhan turns to smile at him right before he kicks the ball and sends it zooming to the other end of the field, just mere inches away from another score. Luhan sends a wink in Sehun’s direction and Sehun swears if either Chanyeol or Baekhyun mention his blush he’s going to kick their balls up to their stomachs.
“Awe, Sehunnie you’re blus—”
“Finish that sentence and I will end you.”
“Psh, so vicious…” Baekhyun mutters.
By the time they’re nearing the end of the game, the teams are tied and there’s only minutes left. Luhan has the ball, his talented footwork easily allowing him to weave the ball around the opposing team, and everyone is quickly rising to their feet and hooting. The clapping is almost thunderous when Luhan scores the winning goal, and it barely takes a minute for the whole team to surround him and hoist him up on their shoulders.
Sehun, embarrassingly enough, finds himself jumping to his feet as well, and he can hear both Baekhyun and Chanyeol quietly awe at him. Sehun turns to glare at each of them before quickly resuming his embarrassing cheering.
Luhan’s eyes catch Sehun’s for a split moment, and the smile that follows suit makes Sehun feel like his stomach is dropping. Fuck, his blush better not be noticeable.
“Hey Hun,” Chanyeol says, tugging at Sehun’s shirt. “Check out Jongin.”
Glancing over on instinct, Sehun follows where Chanyeol points and his eyes land on a certain tanned boy with a certain thick-lipped boy who’s about a head or so shorter than Jongin. Do Kyungsoo is small, quiet, introverted, and thick all over. Thick thighs, thick lips, thick and curvy torso, and smooth skin for days. He’s really the only boy in school that could give Baekhyun a run for his money, but Sehun doesn’t think he’ll see that happen any time soon.
“It’s no surprise that he managed to score with Kyungsoo,” says Baekhyun.
“What do you mean?” Sehun asks.
“Kyungsoo’s had the hots for Jongin since last year. I’m sure both him and his ass are quite happy.”
Sehun nods a little, “Ah, I see.”
Chanyeol leans forward and peers up at Sehun with both of his brows raised, “Jealous?”
Scoffing, Sehun turns his attention back to Luhan, “Of what?”
“Oh nothing,” Chanyeol singsongs.
There’s nothing to be jealous of, Chanyeol is delusional. Sehun, just like everyone else, knows that Jongin always gets what he wants and if he wants Kyungsoo and curvaceous little body, then great for him. Sehun has other things to worry about, like what the hell he’s going to talk about when he’s out with Luhan later.
Still, for some reason that Sehun can’t for the life of him figure out, he stares at how Jongin pulls Kyungsoo close to his side and whispers something in his ear, something that makes Kyungsoo glow red from the neck up.
Whatever though. Sehun does not care.
Luhan finds him in the parking lot after having quickly washed off and getting changed into some clean clothes. His hair is still a bit damp, falling over his eyes in a messy way, but Sehun thinks it’s just as, if not more, attractive on him. Sehun is standing beside Luhan’s car just as Luhan had told him and the butterflies are very much alive in his stomach.
“You didn’t wait long, did you?” Luhan asks when he finally reaches Sehun.
Sehun shakes his head, “Nah, I’ve only been waiting for a few minutes.”
Luhan smiles, reaching around Sehun to pull the door open, “Shall we get going then?”
The urge to smile hits Sehun ten fold. Psh, and people say that chivalry is dead. Honestly, it is beyond flattering, and Sehun gets why females go all googly over a guy polite enough to do this type of stuff.
“You didn’t have to do that,” he says shyly, keeping his head down as he lowers himself into the passenger seat, cheeks warming up.
“Didn’t have to, but wanted to,” Luhan laughs before he shuts Sehun’s door and walks around the front of his car.
“Such a gentleman.”
“Always.”
Sehun can’t help but vaguely wonder if Luhan truly means always, so he laughs a little and glances over. “Define always,” he says, and Luhan seems to get it.
“Are you asking what I think you’re asking? On the first date?” He gasps.
Sehun shrugs, “Curiosity is all.”
“Hmm, I guess that’s something you’ll have to find out for yourself, isn’t it?”
His tone is suggestive, which only places a million inappropriate thoughts in Sehun’s head, and Sehun thinks that, yes, he will definitely have to find out for himself. He has been wanting to find out what Luhan was all about since his first arrived from China, and right now he can only thank the heavens that he’ll be getting the chance.
“How fond are you of roller skating?” Luhan asks.
“Well, I’ve got plenty of ass to cushion the falls,” Sehun replies.
There’s a noticeable hint of pink on Luhan’s cheeks. Success.
“Okay, ready?”
“Tota—”
“HEY! OH SEHUN!”
“Are you fucking serious…” Sehun mutters under his breath. He’s tempted to tell Luhan to speed off, but Jongin is already approaching the car with Kyungsoo in tow. Sighing, Sehun glances over to send an apologetic look to Luhan before he turns to Jongin with a snarl.
“Yes.”
Jongin makes a face before he starts grinning and bends down so he’s at eye level with Sehun, “Where are you two kids headed?”
“Roller skating and then out to eat. What are you two up to?” Sehun asks as casually as possible. Jongin is still grinning at him.
“Eh, I’ll probably take Soo back to my place and fuck his brains out,” is Jongin’s reply. Kyungsoo turns 20 different shades of scarlet and Jongin looks so smug that Sehun can’t decide whether he wants to slap him or switch Kyungsoo places.
“By the way,” Jongin continues, “if you wanna get in Sehun’s pants by the end of the night, keep in mind that he loves his thighs being touched. If he does let you fuck him, he also loves getting rimmed.”
“Jongin,” Sehun bites out warningly.
The older boy feigns innocence, “I’m just giving him some tips. Anyway, have a good time guys. See ya!”
With that, Jongin slings his arm around Kyungsoo’s shoulder and walks away, leaving Sehun to flush with embarrassment and the slightest hint of anger. “Sorry about him,” he says after a moment of silence.
Luhan clears his throat and puts his car in drive, “Don’t worry about it, but are you sure there’s nothing, like, going on with you two?”
“We’ve fucked around. That’s it,” Sehun confirms. “He’s just an asshole.”
Which is true. For the most part, Jongin is an asshole, and for the most part Sehun can’t stand him. He can’t stand how Jongin interacts with other people, not because he is jealous or anything, but because he can be rather harsh and careless at times. Sehun really doubts that Kyungsoo wanted to hear what Jongin had said just moments prior since he’s been harboring a crush for so long. It makes Sehun feel guilty, and he vows to tear into Jongin about it on Monday.
“Don’t worry, I’ll keep your mind off of him,” Luhan winks, and his tone sounds suggestive again.
Sehun loves the way that sounds, but some part of him doubts that Luhan will be capable of keeping Sehun’s mind off of Jongin.
Only because he’s a little shit that loves to ruin Sehun’s fun unless they’re fucking. Yeah, that’s why.
“What the hell was your deal Friday?” Sehun asks as soon as he has Jongin alone. The last bell of the day has just rung and the halls are clear, and Sehun figured this would be a good a time as any to corner the tanned male.
“What are you talking about?”
Sehun rolls his eyes, “Don’t act dumb. If he does let you fuck him, he also loves getting rimmed. Really?”
Jongin shuts his locker and turns to lean against it, shrugging. “I told you I was giving him tips. I wasn’t lying, was I?”
“That’s not the point,” Sehun sighs. “You made it seem like the only thing I wanted was to get into his pants, and poor Kyungsoo for having to hear that as well. You know he likes you, right?”
This time, Jongin sighs, and Sehun can see how his jaw tightens. “Oh, so getting into his pants isn’t the only thing you wanted? Because I can tell you right now that that’s the only thing he wants out of you, Sehun.”
“What are you talking about?” Sehun asks, brows furrowed as if Jongin is talking out of his ass.
“The moment you let him sleep with you, you’ll just be another notch in his bedpost,” Jongin replies and takes a step closer toward Sehun.
Sehun almost laughs, “I really do not think that you should be pointing fingers at other people for sleeping around. Besides, even if that is all he wants out of me, what makes it your concern?”
Another step closer. Sehun’s back makes contact with one of the lockers while Jongin shrugs and leans in just an inch more. “It’s not my concern, I just figured you’d like to know before you let him play you. I couldn’t care less who you fuck with when you’re not with me, I’m just trying to be a decent human being and save you the heartache.”
Sehun wants to laugh bitterly and bite out a few harsh insults, but Jongin’s lips are at his throat and his thigh is slotted perfectly between Sehun’s legs, rendering the younger boy weak as Jongin riles him up. Sehun would never admit it to Jongin, but Jongin has the power to make Sehun cave instantly, and it is both a terrible and wonderful thing.
Terrible because it makes Sehun feel trapped in a way. Wonderful because, God, Jongin knows just what buttons to push and where to touch.
“Jongin,” Sehun breathes, “not here. We’re gonna get caught.”
“Hm, that’s the fun part,” Jongin pulls back to grin, eyes shining with mischief as he brings his hand down to palm between Sehun’s legs. Sehun wants so bad to resist because he’s always been a private guy, but Jongin makes it so hard on him, especially with those smoldering eyes and soft lips and, fuck, Sehun is already half-hard in his pants.
“You know, Luhan could wander out into the hall and catch us at any time,” Jongin hums, lips sliding over the curve of Sehun’s jaw to the side of his neck. “What do you think he would say?”
He doesn’t get a reply. Instead, he gets a low exhale of breath from Sehun, who’s trying to keep himself as quiet as he possibly can. So, Jongin continues.
“Do you think he’d tell me to get lost, Sehun?” Lips slide just a bit lower and there are deft fingers working on Sehun’s zipper to pull his cock out of his pants.
“Do you think he’d be hurt by seeing me do this to you?” Jongin drops to his knees and flicks his tongue over the head of Sehun’s dick once.
Sehun can’t find a reply within himself, his mind growing cloudy as blood rushes south. He stays quiet, let’s Jongin do as he pleases, and it’s not long before he finds himself letting his head fall back against whoever’s locker he is leaning against, moaning when Jongin finally wraps his lips around the head and swirls his tongue.
It isn’t very often that Jongin does this, but when he does Sehun really appreciates it because there’s no better set of lips in the whole school that are comparable to Jongin’s. The perfect lips combined with the perfect teasing skills is the perfect recipe for a leg trembling orgasm.
Adrenaline and the fear of getting caught is buzzing in Sehun’s veins when he comes down Jongin’s throat, thighs shaking and his hand wound up so tightly in Jongin’s hair that he knows it has to hurt. Then again, Jongin has always had some sort of hair pulling fetish, so he supposes the older isn’t complaining.
Jongin cleans Sehun up with his tongue and Sehun can’t help the way that his body trembles through the aftershocks. Carefully, he tucks Sehun back into his pants and rises to his feet, and Sehun notices that there is come clinging to the corner of his mouth.
“Uh, you have…” he reaches out to thumb it away, blushing.
Jongin just smirks at him and turns his head enough that he can take Sehun’s thumb into his mouth and lick it clean. Sehun rolls his eyes.
“I’ll catch you later, Oh.”
Kim Jongin is the absolute worst.
Catching him later turns out to be Jongin sneaking into Sehun’s bedroom window at a quarter past 1 A.M. In one hand, he holds a pack of cigarettes to which Sehun frowns upon, and in the other he holds a condom probably (most likely) in case they end up getting too handsy.
Sehun always has been attracted to men who come prepared.
“Are you crazy? My parents are right across the hall!” Sehun hisses in a hushed whisper.
“I couldn’t sleep,” Jongin shrugs, toeing off his shoes by Sehun’s window. “I figured I’d come annoy my favorite person.”
“I’m not sure if I should feel honored or targeted,” Sehun says.
“Hmm, honored,” Jongin replies. He plops down on Sehun’s bed and sprawls out like he belongs there. Sehun doesn’t mind, though.
“So, I heard Luhan asked you out again?”
Sehun’s brows pull together for a moment. People are not kidding when they say that news spreads like wildfire in high school.
“He did. Who told you?”
“Yixing was talking to Jongdae about it during lunch. I couldn’t help but overhear.”
Sehun wants to ask him if he was trying to overhear them, but he does not want to make a fool of himself. Yixing and Jongdae are part of Jongin’s circle of friends so it’s likely that he would’ve heard them whether he was trying to or not. Sehun would hate to have Jongin thinking that Sehun was under the impression that Jongin liked him on a deeper level, or have Jongin thinking that Sehun wanted him to like him.
The latter would be much worse, he thinks. So he holds his tongue.
“Ah,” Sehun nods. “Yeah, he asked me to go out for pizza this weekend.”
Jongin makes a noise, “So cliché. The hottest, most sought after guy in school is cliché as hell. I thought he would’ve had more game than that. Anyway, do you mind if I smoke?”
Sehun gives him a look, “Yes?”
“Why?”
“Uh, ever heard of lung cancer? Chronic obstructive pulmonary disease?”
“You sound like a medical book,” Jongin laughs, and he lights a cigarette anyway.
Sehun watches smoke accumulate above them. Jongin looks peaceful like this, all calm and quiet, a great contrast from the loud mouthed asshole that Sehun is used to, and something stir in Sehun’s chest. He feels an urge to lean over and kiss Jongin, even though he probably tastes like an ashtray at the moment. It’s a new feeling, foreign and a tad frightening, and Sehun doesn’t like it.
Reaching over, he plucks the cigarette from Jongin’s lips and gets up to toss it out of his window. “I’d rather you not fill your lungs with tar, especially if you want to be a dancer so bad. Can’t dance if you can’t breathe properly.”
There’s a trace of a smile tugging at Jongin’s lips, “Whatever, Oh.”
Sehun settles beside Jongin again, tucking his hands behind his head and allowing his eyes to close for a moment. Neither of them says anything for a while, and it’s nice. It’s a bit odd to be so close to Jongin and not be feeling him up, but his company is nice nonetheless. Sehun feels content.
“Hey Sehun?”
“Hmm?”
“Okay, you won’t ever hear me be this serious again so listen closely,” Jongin tells him noncommittally. Sehun blinks his eyes open and hums.
“Don’t let Luhan play you, okay? And don’t think I’m saying this because I care or anything, it’d just be nice to see Luhan not get what he wants for once.”
Sehun presses his mouth tight to suppress a laugh. “Sure, whatever you say.”
“He likes you.”
“Don’t be dumb, Yeol. Jongin doesn’t like anything but sex and dancing.”
“Chanyeol has a point,” Baekhyun chimes in. “Maybe you have yourself so convinced that it’s impossible that you’d be oblivious to his affections.”
Sehun barks out a laugh, “Jongin and affection? Those are two words that do not belong in the same sentence.”
“Okay but him warning you about Luhan? If he really didn’t care whether you fucked Luhan or not, then he wouldn’t have even mentioned anything about it. It’s obvious, how are you so dense?”
Sehun blocks the two out by shoving his earbuds into his ears and turning the volume all the way up.
The rest of the week is out of routine for Jongin and Sehun. They have their usual quickies in between classes with Sehun blowing Jongin after second period and Jongin blowing Sehun right before lunch, but it’s what happens after school that is unusual for them.
It’s not often than Jongin drops by Sehun’s house, and when he does it’s usually because jacking off to weird kink films just isn’t good enough for him, so it’s surprising when he starts dropping by to ask Sehun to come hangout with him. Sehun, albeit confused and curious of Jongin’s sudden change of character, doesn’t think much of it. It’s just normal teenage shit anyway, right?
Maybe this is Jongin’s way of taking their friendship to the next level. Sehun isn’t sure. All he knows is that he’s beginning to see sides of Jongin that he hasn’t seen before, like his inner thoughts and the weird shit he comes up with at 3 A.M when he can’t sleep. Listening to Jongin talk is just as interesting as the way he fucks.
One night, when Jongin walks Sehun back to his house, Sehun half expects Jongin to lean in and kiss him before he turns and leaves. He doesn’t, though, and Sehun disregards the disappointment as boredom of being back home.
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u wanna grab some food come over for some video games? we can fuck if u want lol
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meaning you’ll start feeling me up the second you start losing until i cave and fuck u right?
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basically yeah
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srry, going out with luhan tonight. tomorrow?
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sure whatever
Saturday night finds Sehun sprawled out on Luhan’s bed as the older works him open with two slick fingers all the while making quick work of his own clothing. It’s all rushed and clumsy, but Sehun is hard and breathing heavy regardless.
However, Sehun can’t help but make comparisons as Luhan withdrawals his fingers and reaches over to fumble around in the top drawer of his nightstand for a condom. Jongin takes the time to tease while Luhan is straight to the point, skipping over the foreplay and diving right in. Literally.
Don’t get him wrong, it’s plenty pleasurable and Luhan knows what he’s doing, but something about the whole thing feels off. Sehun almost feels like he shouldn’t be here, like he’s going to regret this, but this is a moment that he has been fantasizing about for so long that he wouldn’t dare let his inner worries ruin this.
Regardless of the nagging feeling in his gut, Sehun is almost convinced that Luhan’s petal soft lips could put an end to any doubt going on in his head. He sucks at Sehun’s jaw, mouths down the side of his neck, scrapes his teeth over sharp collarbones, and teases the head of his cock between Sehun’s cheeks all at once. Sehun has a handful of Luhan’s hair and uses the grip to his advantage, guiding Luhan’s lips to his to muffle the whine in his throat when Luhan pushes the tip of his cock in.
“You good?” Luhan asks, breathing unevenly.
Sehun nods and swallows, “Yeah, fuck. Fuck me.”
And Luhan does. He eases in and lets Sehun adjust before he pulls out only to slowly roll his hips forward again. It almost has an intimate feel to it, but Sehun knows that this is just the beginning and Luhan hasn’t gotten started yet.
There’s no finesse in the way Luhan fucks. It’s sloppy and quick, but Sehun likes how Luhan hooks his legs over each shoulder to push in deeper. Luhan knows what angles to switch to, when to switch it up, and how to keep the variation between fast and slow going, keeping Sehun on edge.
But, despite how good the sex is, there’s a part of him that tells him that Luhan is doing it for his own selfish reasons. The longer they fuck, the more careless Luhan seems to get about Sehun’s pleasure. Maybe it’s just Sehun letting his doubts get the better of him, is hard to decipher whether it’s just his style or if he’s just desperate to get off.
By the time Sehun gets the courage to ask the question he’s dying to know the answer to, Luhan is thrusting mercilessly and mumbling about how close he is. Sehun can’t help it, he’s always been very blunt and to the point when it comes to his curiosity.
“Did you ask me out just because you wanted to fuck me?” He asks, mouth dry and voice hoarse.
“What?” Luhan breathes out. There’s sweat forming at his temples.
“Was getting into my pants all you wanted?” Sehun repeats.
Luhan slows his thrusts, “I thought that’s what you were all about?”
Jongin was right.
Disappointment settles in Sehun’s chest, but that’s something he won’t let Luhan know. He takes a deep breath and pulls himself together.
“Alright, we’re done here. Have fun with your hand.” Sehun pushes at Luhan’s shoulders until the other male pulls out and then he rolls off of the bed to retrieve his clothes from the floor. He leaves Luhan on edge and disappointed, but there’s no disappointment on his part. Sehun oddly feels relieved.
And here he was thinking that if Jongin was right he’d be heartbroken or something.
After quickly pulling his clothes back on, Sehun exits Luhan’s place and sets off in the direction of Jongin’s house. He lives just a couple of blocks away from Luhan, right across from the park that Sehun used to spend hours and hours at when he was young. His phone starts buzzing with incoming messages from Chanyeol and Baekhyun, both asking him questions like ‘was his dick good???’, ‘who came first??, ‘was he better than jongin?!?!?!’, and Sehun rolls his eyes and pockets his phone.
There is never any cars outside of Jongin’s house. His sister’s car might be there every once in awhile, but his parents are never home. Sehun doesn’t ask about them, doesn’t ask what their jobs are or if they’re never home for other reasons, and Jongin doesn’t mention them. The only light on tonight is the one in Jongin’s room, and Sehun can see his silhouette through the closed curtain.
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hey asshole i’m at ur door come let me in
He glances up just in time to see Jongin pull his curtain back to have peek, eyeing Sehun for a split second before he disappears from view. Sehun can hear Jongin coming down the stairs, feet shuffling against the floor as he reaches the door.
“What are you doing here?” Jongin asks. “I thought you had a date tonight. How’d that go?”
Sehun shrugs as he follows Jongin up the stairs to his room. He’s not too keen on the idea of feeding Jongin’s ego, but in a way Sehun supposes he should thank Jongin for looking out for him, which is also something he never thought he would say. He can already picture the smug smirk on Jongin’s face when he gives him all of the juicy details.
“Everyone gone for the night?”
Jongin nods, “Yep, welcome to the Jongin palace. The place where porn comes free and the food comes cheap.”
Laughing, Sehun makes himself comfortable on Jongin’s bed while the other shuts his laptop and wads up all of the burger wrappers laying around to toss them in the trash can by his desk.
“Okay, tell me all about it,” Jongin says once he’s comfortable. He’s next to Sehun, turned on his side with his head propped up by his hand.
“Well,” Sehun starts, “you were right about him.”
Jongin’s brows raise, “So he did try to sleep with you? I’d hate to say I told you so.”
Sehun makes a face and sticks his tongue out, “Yeah, yeah. Wanna know the best part of the whole date?”
“If it’s some sappy shit then no thanks.”
“Nope. We were in the middle of fucking when I walked out on him,” Sehun starts laughing, and he’s expecting Jongin to join in at any moment, but the older instead goes quiet and scoffs.
“So you let him do it,” is all Jongin says. “You let him fuck you even after I warned you a million times about his intentions. Un-fucking-believable.” Sitting up, Jongin shakes his head and turns his back to Sehun, and Sehun can see the way his shoulders tense up.
“What’s your problem? I basically came here to praise you and tell you that you were right and this is how you act. Why?” Sehun sits up, staring at Jongin’s back with his eyes narrowed questioningly.
Jongin lets out a breath and stands, “Don’t worry about it. I have some studying to do, I think you should go.”
“It’s Saturday.”
“So?”
“Since when do you study on Saturday?”
“Since right now.”
Sehun’s own patience is wearing thin here. There’s been very few times that he has ever seen Jongin angry. It takes a lot to fire him up because he’s actually pretty calm, and Sehun is the one with the quick temper. To see Jongin getting like this over something so dumb is surprising and Sehun doesn’t know what to make of it.
“Bullshit. Seriously, just tell me what your problem is so we can resolve it and never bring it up again,” Sehun sighs.
“You don’t get it,” Jongin laughs, sounding bitter and hurt. “You don’t get it and I don’t want to have to say it. It’s best that you just leave and we’ll forget about it in the morning.”
Except, that’s not how Sehun wants this to end. If this were happening a few months ago, he would’ve listened and let Jongin be because a few months ago they were just two students attending the same school who just so happened to mess around every chance they got. Now, Sehun likes to think that whatever they have going on has grown since then.
“No,” Sehun tells him. “Tell me what’s up because you’ve been acting really strange lately. About everything, not just this. C’mon Jongin, what’s your damn deal? What is it that I don’t get?”
The tactic here is to press Jongin’s buttons as much as he possibly can to get the other to cave and confess whatever it is that he’s not saying. It might not be the best idea, but it might just be the only way to get Jongin speaking. So, Sehun continues pressing those buttons until Jongin starts pacing around the room, running a hand through his hair in frustration.
“—because if you’re seriously upset about me not listening to you, then that’s really pathetic, you know? Really, really patheti—”
Sehun’s rambling comes to an abrupt stop the moment Jongin crosses the room and steps into Sehun’s space. There’s no time to register what Jongin is doing, no time to prepare for Jongin’s lips covering his own, and no time to prepare for the way his heart seems to leap into his throat when their mouths slot together just how they like it. Hands find their way to Sehun’s jaw and his back finds its way to the wall as Jongin ever so slowly backs him up, kissing him like it’s the last kiss they’re ever going to have together.
This kiss is soft and slow and it feels like it means something—something that Sehun is not sure he’s ready for. Jongin has always been a good kisser, but never has a kiss left Sehun so breathless and fuzzy minded before. When Jongin pulls away, Sehun whines in protest, and Jongin smiles, pressing his forehead to Sehun’s.
“Now do you get it?” Jongin asks breathily.
Oh.
Sehun can’t believe this is happening right now. He came here expecting Jongin to jokingly throw it in his face about Luhan and then maybe invite him to play video games that would’ve ended up in Sehun sliding between Jongin’s legs to blow him. Never in a million years would he expect a confession like this.
Chanyeol and Baekhyun were right, and that’s also something that Sehun can’t believe.
“Why couldn’t you just say it?” Sehun asks quietly.
Jongin shrugs, “I hate those cheesy ass love confessions. They’re the worst. And, just to clarify, this is not a love confession, I just like your lanky ass for some reason.”
“I’m honored. I guess you’re pretty decent, too.” Sehun rolls his eyes when Jongin smirks.
“You know, I would fuck you, but I don’t want Luhan’s sloppy seconds. I’ll fuck you tomorrow,” Jongin tugs Sehun over to his bed, pulling him down so he’s straddling Jongin’s thighs.
Glancing down, an idea pops into Sehun’s head, and he reaches down to untie the string on Jongin’s sweats. “We don’t have to fuck, but we can do this.”
He stands up to pull Jongin’s sweats off and then quickly rids himself of his jeans before he settles against Jongin’s lap and grinds down experimentally, the contact sending a surge of arousal through him. Jongin lets out a breath, lifting his head to watch Sehun move against him until both of their cocks are hard and protruding against the fabric of their underwear.
Jongin keeps his hands on Sehun’s hips, thumbs rubbing over sharp hip bones and using his strength to keep Sehun planted firmly against him so he can roll his hips up in search of friction. Each movement is more intense than the last, and both of them are sporting wet patches in the front of their underwear in no time. The friction caused by the layers of fabric separating them is so good that Sehun can’t help but grind down harder, scraping his nails against the toned planes of Jongin’s stomach.
Jongin shifts underneath him, angling his hips so their cocks rub against each other more directly, and the moan that spills from his lips sends a chill down Sehun’s spine. From this position, Sehun can see how blissed out Jongin truly is, and that’s why being on top is his favorite. He really gets to see how Jongin comes undone, how his lips part and how his eyes fall shut when something feels particularly good.
“Close,” Jongin rasps, lifting his head once more.
Sehun moans in agreement and rolls his hips faster. Jongin’s head falls back, his grips on Sehun’s hips tighten, and Sehun looks down just in time to see white seeping through Jongin’s grey underwear. Jongin’s cock is twitching against the soiled material and it’s such a sight to see that Sehun wishes he had his phone so he could record it.
“C’mon Sehun, come,” Jongin urges, voice rough as he reaches a hand forward to slip it inside of Sehun’s underwear.
He swipes his thumb over the wet head of Sehun’s cock and spreads the precome down to the underside, thumbing the sensitive area until Sehun’s cock starts pulsing. He comes hard, shooting white over Jongin’s abdomen, and he feels like jello by the time he’s finished.
They stay in that position for a while, breathing and blushing, before Sehun finally feels fit to get up and peel his underwear off. Jongin lifts his hips to remove his underwear and nods toward the door, “Shower?”
“Definitely.”
Sehun turns and Jongin takes the chance to smack him on the ass. Sehun glances over his shoulder.
“What? It’s my divine right to have smacking privileges.”
Sehun can only roll his eyes.
Kink: school themes
Pairing(s): Sehun/Kai side!hunhan, side!baekyeol, side!kaisoo
Word Count: 11,080
Rating: NC-17
Warnings (please list all additional kinks and any other potentially triggering material): underage drinking, public blowjobs, frottage
Summary: High school!AU: Kim Jongin is what you would call something of a fuckboy. No wait, scratch that. He’s the fuckboy.
Author's Note: First and foremost, I’m sorry for this mess of a fic lol this originally was meant to be a boarding school!AU and I realized far too late into the fic to notice I had been writing it as a hs!AU :( I apologize for that, and please note that some members ages have been changed to fit the fic. Secondly, I'd like to thank my love J for helping me out during the times I struggled with this and I hope I was able to produce something that is somewhat enjoyable! (
Kim Jongin is what you would call something of a fuckboy. No wait, scratch that. He’s the fuckboy, and Sehun thinks it’s more infuriating than anything else he’s ever had to deal with in all of his years of high school.
Sehun and Jongin are polar opposites on different planets. Sehun is more of a reserved, gets straight A’s type of student. He blends in with the crowd for the most part whereas Jongin certainly does not. Jongin is a bright splash of danger and excitement across the bleak faces that Sehun passes everyday, and really Sehun should hate him. Or he should at least be annoyed by him. But he’s not. In fact, he’s rather drawn to him and that’s also infuriating.
They’re an unlikely pair, as friends, as whatever else, but Sehun supposes something between them overpowers that unlikeness. Maybe he’s just more in a Jongin trance than he thought because he should be more pissed off when Jongin decides to text him in the middle of class.
Sehun does well ignoring it at first. Mr. Kang is a rather strict teacher and Sehun would really rather not be at the shit end of his bad side so he ignores the way his phone vibrates against his thigh and continues jotting down notes, tongue poking out of the corner of his lips in concentration. However, the buzzing doesn’t stop. It’s repetitive and annoying and fucking Kim Jongin what the fuck.
Glancing around, Sehun makes sure everyone is focused on Mr. Kang and that Mr. Kang has his back turned to the class, busy writing important points of today’s lesson across the chalkboard, before he slowly reaches down and eases his phone out of his pocket and onto his lap. He’s quick to pull his messages up all the while looking completely casual when Mr. Kang turns around to check that he has everyone’s full attention.
from: kim jongdumb
sehunnnn come to the second floor bathroom i need u
Sehun wants to scoff and he’s not in any way, shape, or form tempted to oblige to Jongin’s demand.
to: kim jongdumb
I’m pretty sure you can pee all by yourself dude
When Sehun glances up again, he finds that Mr. Kang’s gaze is lingering on him. He straightens up, smiling as if to feign innocence in hopes that Mr. Kang won’t suspect him of anything. When he doesn’t receive a reply from Jongin for a few minutes, he thinks he’s safe and resumes writing down notes, concentrating completely on the lesson.
Until his phone vibrates against his thigh again, causing him to groan inwardly as he glances down.
kim jongdumb
New picture message!
Oh God. Opening picture messages from Jongin in public is never a good idea. He’s made that mistake before and Chanyeol has never, even to this very day, let him live it down. He’s still hearing constant snarky comments about how your mouth is so small, I don’t get how it stretches around Jongin because he’s fucking thick as hell are you magic or something?, and it’s the most annoying thing ever. Chanyeol is so annoying.
But not as annoying as Kim Jongin.
Sehun glances to his right, glances to his left. Chanyeol is to his right and he’s not paying a lick of attention to Sehun’s existence because he’s too busy doodling dicks at the bottom corner of his notebook and the kid to his left is a teacher’s pet so she’s too busy throwing her hand up every time Mr. Kang asks a question.
Sighing to himself, Sehun glances down at his phone and slowly taps his way to his conversation with Jongin, eyes flicking up every few seconds to reassure himself that the coast is clear. When he’s sure that he won’t get busted by anyone, he glances down just as he opens the message, and what he sees has him mentally groaning—out of both annoyance and steadily building sexual frustration— instantly.
As expected, it’s a dick pic. It’s not unusual for Jongin to send them, but Sehun always feels flustered regardless. It’s taken from a low angle. Sehun can see the sharp cut of Jongin’s jawline at the top left corner and the rest of the picture is his hard dick, slightly curved upwards, a small pearl of precome at the tip that Sehun wouldn’t even notice if he weren’t paying close attention, and Jongin’s hand wrapped tight around the base. Under it reads: this could be your angle if you were here rn wink wink.
“I fucking swear…” Sehun curses, dropping his head to rest against his desk briefly.
“Sehun? Is there a problem?” He hears Mr. Kang question.
Lifting his head, Sehun decides now is the right moment to excuse himself. He’d rather not have his classmates catch sight of his growing erection.
“I don’t feel very well. May I be excused?” He responds, voice dropped just an octave to make himself sound convincing.
Mr. Kang doesn’t look too convinced for a moment but he motions towards the door anyway. “Chanyeol can take notes for you.”
The perks of being on his good side, Sehun thinks.
“Thank you, sir.”
Sehun quickly gathers his things up, flashes an unamused Chanyeol a grin, and makes a dash for the door. It’s a quick trip up the stairs to the second floor and the halls are all clear save for a few teachers wandering to and from other classrooms. Sehun isn’t sure why Jongin always has to use the second floor bathroom, though. It’s an identical copy of the one on the first floor, but according to Jongin it’s more private. Sehun doesn’t get his logic sometimes. Though, he is getting fucked so he can’t really complain.
He enters the bathroom and instantly knows which stall to go to. Jongin is always in the very last one because it’s bigger and, according to Jongin (once again) it’s better for when Jongin needs a quick fuck. More leg room because he likes to get Sehun in these weird ass positions that are uncomfortable as fuck but feel good as fuck at the same time.
“Jongin?” Sehun says, knuckles knocking against the door of the last stall.
The door swings open a second later, revealing a flushed Jongin with cheeks tinged pink and his cock poking through the zipper of his khaki pants, hand wrapped around the base already. “Took you long enough, I’m about to die from blue balls here.”
“You started without me,” Sehun states, glancing down at Jongin’s leaking cock as he pushes Jongin back inside the stall. Jongin has never been patient when it comes to getting off, but that’s okay because it gives Sehun an excuse to be an ass and tease him to his heart’s extent.
Sehun locks the stall and proceeds to push Jongin backwards by his shoulders until his back collides with the wall, Sehun pressing forward dangerously close so that their noses almost brush. They don’t kiss, never have really. Jongin isn’t one for intimacy and Sehun isn’t one to get attached. It’s almost like an unspoken understanding between them.
“Well excuse me for trying to relieve myself because some lanky fuck couldn’t get his ass here in record time,” Jongin snaps dryly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
Sehun sinks to his knees easily, lazily fisting Jongin’s dick in his hand and blinking up at the bronzed boy with his brow perfectly arched. “Well excuse me for wanting to focus on school work. I swear to God if I fail my upcoming tests I’m going to rip your balls off,” Sehun snarls.
Jongin laughs from above and slides his hands into Sehun’s hair, tugging his head forward and down so his lips bump the head of Jongin’s cock.
“Shut up and suck already,” Jongin says impatiently. He pushes his hips forward and the blunt, wet head of his cock pushes firmer against Sehun’s lips until he caves and parts them, allowing the musky taste of precome and skin fill his mouth. Jongin’s mouth drops open.
Sehun quite likes giving Jongin head, no matter how much he may seem like he could care less if he did it or not. There’s something insanely hot about being on his knees with Jongin trying to keep himself composed with each suck and flick of the tongue, something so hot about being able to wreck Jongin with just his mouth. He likes when Jongin pulls at his hair and grunts, trying so hard to keep himself quiet when Sehun takes him in deep. He could probably (read: definitely) be classified as a cockslut, but only for Jongin. Sehun isn’t one to get on his knees for most people, especially on the scummy floor of their school restroom that probably has a layer of disgusting impurities laying on top of it.
“You know how good you look like this?” Jongin breathes, hips still pushing forward.
Sehun moans in response, knowing that the added sensation will have Jongin’s knees trembling. He splays his palms over sturdy thighs and moves them around to cup Jongin’s ass and push him forward, taking him down even deeper and holding him there until he feels his gag reflex is threatening to fail him.
Above him, Jongin is starting to curse under his breath and Sehun knows he’s about done for when his cock throbs particularly hard as Sehun rolls his balls gently.
He pulls away long enough to hoarsely say, “Don’t get come on my uniform or in my hair,” before Jongin’s pushing his cock back into the warm cavern of Sehun’s mouth.
“Fuck,” Jongin rasps, fingers tightening their hold on Sehun’s hair as he comes.
Sehun swallows what he can eagerly, trying to keep his throat relaxed as Jongin pushes in just that much more until he’s spent. Sehun releases him with a wet pop and wipes at the sides of his mouth where come had dripped down.
“Clean my dick up while you’re down there,” Jongin tells him, eyes staring down at Sehun expectantly.
“You can’t clean your own dick?”
“It’s better when you do it,” the other shrugs.
Huffing, Sehun reaches over to grab a handful of toilet paper and shakes his head. “You’re impossible,” he grumbles as he cleans both himself and Jongin up, tucking Jongin back inside of his pants when he’s finished.
There’s a smug smirk on Jongin’s stupidly pretty face and Sehun has half a mind to smack it off. Jongin’s arrogance should be annoying, Sehun’s doesn’t get why he thinks it’s so hot.
“See ya later, babycakes!” Jongin blows Sehun a kiss while he backs out of the stall, and Sehun rolls his eyes.
Babycakes. Sehun hates that stupid pet name.
He stares blankly at Jongin’s back as the other disappears out of the bathroom and the bell rings just as the door closes.
“I swear if I have to write anymore notes for your ass just so you can sneak off to blow Jongin between classes I’m actually going to sew your mouth shut,” Chanyeol says bitterly.
“You’re still fucking around with him?” Baekhyun questions absentmindedly. He jabs his fingers hard against his controller, biting at his lower lip in concentration.
“Apparently,” Sehun sighs from the couch.
“Apparently,” Chanyeol repeats. “Please, we all know you’re getting your ass filled six times a week. Is Jongin’s resting day on Sunday just like God himself?”
Sehun tosses an empty coke can at Chanyeol’s head, laughing when it hits him spot on, and Chanyeol groans. “What the hell.”
“It’s not my fault my ass likes his dick so much. The damn kid fucks like it’s his whole purpose in life,” and Sehun thinks it should be.
“Who would’ve thought; the school fuckboy and the school’s top student,” says Baekhyun, smacking his hand over his heart dramatically.
“Only every high school manga ever created,” Sehun answers flatly. Chanyeol huffs angrily and tosses his controller to the other end of the couch.
“You win, asshole,” he tells Baekhyun, who only smiles and sits up on his knees to crawl over and kiss Chanyeol’s cheek. Cue fake gagging noises. Then, Chanyeol glances over at Sehun, “So hey, are you going to Luhan’s party tonight?”
At this, Sehun can’t help but flush a shade of pink. Luhan is a super hot, super sweet exchange student from China. He’s a senior where Sehun is a junior, captain of the soccer team with robust thighs and the prettiest face anyone’s ever seen on a boy, and Sehun’s been fantasizing about his dick since day one along with everyone else.
Word around school is that he swings both ways, likes both chicks and dicks, and Sehun doesn’t like to brag but he has a better ass than any of the girls in school that he’s sure Luhan would love to see.
“I was thinking about it,” Sehun says nonchalantly, shrugging.
Chanyeol snorts, “You know you’re gonna go. How else would you be able to lure Luhan into fucking you?”
“The same way Baekhyun lured you into fucking him; by shaking my ass and drawing attention to my thighs.”
“Luhan’s a goner. You two will be so happy together,” Chanyeol nods, approving.
“Wait,” Baekhyun pipes up, “what if Jongin gets like, I dunno, jealous or something?”
A laugh pushes past Sehun’s lips because no way would that ever happen. Jongin slept around more than Sehun could ever think about doing and the amount of pride he has in his skills is something that Sehun has seen yet to be extinguished. Jongin knows he’s a great fuck and that no one will ever be able to make Sehun beg the way he can. Still though, Sehun is curious of what Luhan could do to him.
“Nah,” Sehun shakes his head. “He won’t. Now off with you two, I have homework to do.”
Sehun expected nothing less of a complete rager. By the time he, Chanyeol, and Baekhyun get there, the place is already crawling with people and the music is booming so loud that Sehun expects for the police to be called at some point. He can see bodies bumping together through the window, hears people screaming and obnoxiously hooting, and he can’t help but roll his eyes because these are exactly the situations someone of his nature avoids at all costs. Of course, he’d never miss out on the opportunity to make fun of drunken idiots.
“Luhan sure knows how to pack a place, huh?” Baekhyun whistles.
Chanyeol shrugs, “The perks of being the hottest athlete in school. Where the hell is the alcohol?”
“Please for the love of God, do not mix your shit. You always get sick and I don’t exactly wanna witness it,” Baekhyun chides with a pout as he follows behind Chanyeol, who easily finds the alcohol when they enter Luhan’s house.
Sehun follows them both silently, squeezing through the bodies of buzzing teenagers and skimming through all of the faces in search of Luhan. He’s most likely off chatting everyone up, spreading his contagious smile around and making people’s hearts flutter every time he looks at them.
A red cup is pushed into his hand, and he accepts it easily. Baekhyun taps the side of his cup against Sehun’s before he brings it up to his lips and mumbles, “Drink up, Sehun. You’ll need the liquid courage if you wanna get in Luhan’s pants.”
He’s not lying. Confidence has always been something that Sehun exudes for the most part, but that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t falter sometimes—it does, especially when it came to the pretty Chinese boy.
“Cheers,” Sehun says, and tips his head back. He’s not crazy about the fruity flavor mixed with the alcohol, prefers a plain beer over anything, but he supposes it’s not too awful.
Except maybe it is.
“Thought you didn’t like mixed drinks,” an annoyingly familiar voice says, low and deep like the pounding bass line in whatever shitty dubstep mashup is playing.
“Awe, you remembered,” Sehun coos, turning his attention to Jongin, who’s smirking smugly, hands shoved into his pockets and his eyes lined with smudged kohl. His eyes are a little glazed over and Sehun can’t tell if he’s high or a little tipsy.
“I told you that you were special, didn’t I?”
Snorting, Sehun rolls his eyes and pushes at Jongin’s shoulder. “So romantic,” he sighs. “Anyway, how’s the party so far?”
Jongin shrugs and steals Sehun’s cup from his grasp, and his throat bobs three times before he hands it back. “It’s alright. Not much of a selection here considering jocks aren’t my type. Wanna fuck in the bathroom?”
Blunt and straight to the point as always. Sehun shouldn’t be taken aback by Jongin’s sudden question, but he sputters around his drink anyway. “Seriously?”
“... Yeah?”
“I don’t think that’s a good ide—fuck,” Sehun curses, quickly making to shrink himself beside Jongin.
“What the hell are you doing? Oh, I see,” Jongin teases. “Quick, pull your pants down and stick out your ass. He won’t be able to resist.”
Sehun deadpans, “Classy, Jongin, very classy. Shit, he’s coming this way what the fuck do I do?”
“I just told you,” Jongin says, and Sehun smacks him on the arm.
Luhan is maybe 5 steps away, drawing closer and smiling almost too brightly with flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes, and oh God, he’s wearing a loose fitting, thin shirt that reveals his arms and tight pants that accentuate his thick legs. Toned arms and thick legs and his hair a perfect tousle of chocolate brown on top of his head, and Sehun thinks he’d be willing to get on his knees right there if Luhan asked him to.
Alright, chill Sehun.
“Well,” Jongin exhales, “as much as I’d love to see you flail and stumble over your words here, I see Hyejin’s thighs begging me to part them over there. Later, princess!” And leave it to Kim fucking Jongin to be shameless enough to plant a sloppy kiss to Sehun’s cheek.
“So gross,” Sehun grumbles, wiping his cheek off as Jongin slides his way through the crowd.
He slips right into Hyejin’s space and presses his palm against the small of her back before gesturing her to dance with him. Sehun watches, head tilted to the side as Hyejin smiles brightly and allows Jongin to lead her to an open spot between the rest of the rolling bodies.
Hyejin is just Jongin’s type, Sehun thinks. Well, his female type anyway. She’s absolutely adorable and bubbly, probably one of the funniest girls in their school, but she has a body that could make a grown man cry; long legs, thick thighs, rounded hips, and a great rack. If Jongin wasn’t around Sehun would probably make a move on her himself if his goal tonight wasn’t to get into Luhan’s pants, so maybe another time.
It’s almost instantly that Jongin’s hands slide over the round curve of her hips and around to her front, fingertips teasing at the skin just below her belly button that’s exposed thanks to her crop top. She backs her ass right against his crotch and Sehun sees Jongin’s smirk spread.
Cue eye roll.
“Your boyfriend’s cheating on you,” Baekhyun laughs, and Sehun scoffs.
“He’s not my anything. He’s a pain in the ass that I almost care about on a platonic level and he happens to be a great fuck.”
“Platonic level, right,” Chanyeol nods, giving Baekhyun a look.
“You two suck. Where the hell is Lu—LUHAN, HI!”
Chanyeol and Baekhyun stifle their laughter against each other and Sehun blushes madly, gripping the nape of his neck so hard that it hurts. Luhan, on the other hand, is a little wide-eyed, but his smile is super gorgeous and oh God he’s so cute.
“Hey Sehun, I didn’t think I’d see you here,” Luhan grins as he slides past Sehun and strides over to the fridge. “Not much of a party goer, are you?”
“He came with, uh, good intentions this time,” Baekhyun snorts. Sehun reaches over and pinches his arm.
“Please go away,” Sehun murmurs, trying to sound as polite as possible all the while glaring daggers and his two so-called friends.
They retreat easily (for once), but Chanyeol starts making kissy faces as he goes and Sehun thinks throwing his drink in Chanyeol’s face might be an effective way to get him to stop. Then again, he could really use the liquid courage right now, so he chugs the fruity drink down and makes a face when the taste clings to his tongue, and Luhan laughs.
“Awful isn’t it? Beer?”
Sehun sets the cup aside and nods, “Please.”
Luhan grabs another beer and tosses it over to Sehun. “Zitao made the fruity shit. I hid the beer for myself because fucking gross.”
Hid the beer for himself but he’s sharing it with Sehun. Score 1 for Sehun. This is their first moment and Sehun will look back on this years from now while telling his children how their father shared his beer with him and after that the rest was history.
He shakes his head as if to brush the domestic thoughts away because way too soon while Luhan leans against his fridge, Adam’s apple bobbing as he downs half the bottle. Sehun finds it oddly attractive, probably because Luhan’s neck is pretty anyway. It’s long and Sehun thinks it would like nice covered in hickeys. Maybe teeth marks. Both is always good, too.
“I should’ve known Zitao made it. It tasted like him,” Sehun sighs, and then he realizes how wrong that sounded. “Wait, not like that, I just meant that… uh, it tasted like he put it together? I have no idea what I’m saying.”
Sehun half expects Luhan to back out of the kitchen slowly, but instead the other boy laughs and Sehun feels, for whatever reason, accomplished, like he’s just cleared the pathway for something magical to happen. Or at least cleared the pathway to Luhan’s pants.
“I get what you mean. I think. Anyway, what’s going on with you and Jongin? Like, are you two together or?”
Sehun makes a face, shakes his head too quickly, and waves his hand dismissively. “No, far from it. We’re kind of friends, I guess?”
Because he really has no idea what they are. They’re something more than friends, something less than almost lovers, riding the fine line between the two with slightly frayed edges. They fuck a lot and then turn around and tease each other as if they’re elementary students refusing to admit that they slightly like the other. Except there’s no romantic feelings involved, neither fleeting feelings or the ones that makes your brain go all fuzzy. Sehun doesn’t think he’s able to explain what they are.
Kind of friends, less than almost lovers. Yeah, that works.
“Why do you ask?” Sehun asks, butterflies bursting in his stomach when Luhan shrugs and starts grinning impishly.
“Because I needed to know if it was okay to invite you to the soccer game this Friday. We can grab a bite to eat after?”
Oh holy fuck no way. What. What.Despite his impeccable ability to play it cavalier and calm, Sehun is finding it very hard not to start screeching right now and his pulse is pounding in his throat so bad.
“That sounds great,” is what he settles for, and he’s proud of himself that he’s not visibly shaking like a leaf (because his insides certainly are) and his voice is surprisingly steady.
“Great,” Luhan smiles back. “Wanna dance?”
Sehun is quick to accept, maybe too quick, but he couldn’t care less right now. The guy he’s been pining over for over half of the year is asking him to dance and he doesn’t think anything could ruin this moment.
Luhan sets his beer down and grabs Sehun’s wrist, and that’s all it takes for Sehun to internally burst into flames as he’s dragged through the throng of people. He can feel eyes—of both jealous girls and boys alike—burning daggers into his back as Luhan instantly pulls him in by the waist to press their hips flush together. A blush blooms across Sehun’s cheeks and down his neck but he manages to play it cool.
“You dance some, yeah?” Luhan asks, leaning in so that Sehun can hear him over the music. Sehun nods.
“Mind showing me how well your hips move?”
That makes Sehun’s throat go completely dry and all he can manage is a noise that sounds like a gasp and a strangled cry for help because holy shit.
“Um.”
“Sorry, am I being too straightforward?”
No, I’m just too fucking awkward when it comes to you.
The fact that he can be so cool and together with everyone else and then end up being such a stuttering mess whenever Luhan is around is so annoying. Still, Sehun shakes his head and smirks the best he can.
“Not at all.”
Luhan splays his palm over the small of Sehun’s back and presses their hips together that much harder. Sehun almost squeaks out loud as Luhan rocks his hips experimentally, hand still on Sehun’s back and his eyes lingering on Sehun’s lips.
Sehun feels hot and flustered and unsure of what to do, like he’s forgotten how to move his body, and he has a very odd feeling that he’s being stared at but he assume it’s just all of the heartbroken girls and boys staring as Luhan presses himself closer to Sehun, as if it’s even possible.
However, Sehun glances around just in time to catch Jongin’s gaze. Plump lips twitch up into a smirk on instinct as he slides his hand around to press the spot right above Hyejin’s crotch, brow arching at Sehun as if to say ‘I’m totally fucking her later’. For some reason, it feels like Jongin is trying to get a reaction out of him. Maybe he’s just being an asshole like usual, or maybe it’s his way of saying hey look Sehun we both have hot pieces of ass, good job bro.
When it comes to Jongin, Sehun can never be sure.
“So what’s—ah shit—the deal with you and Luhan?” Jongin asks breathlessly, a moan following as Sehun rolls his hips down harder. Sehun has been bouncing on Jongin’s cock for a good 10 minutes, keeping Jongin and himself on edge, and Jongin is nearly reduced to sobbing at the sensitivity.
Sehun arches back and slows his hips, moaning at the slow drag of Jongin’s cock against his walls, against his prostate, and his dick can’t help but twitch. His thighs are burning and there’s sweat dotting along his temple, but he’s determined to ride Jongin for all he’s worth. After all, it’s what he deserves for feeling Sehun up in the middle of studying. Sehun’s not letting him come so easy this time.
“What? Jealous?” The condescending tone is impossible to fight off and Jongin promptly scoffs, thrusting his hips up particularly hard, his cock jabbing Sehun in the right spot that causes him to fall forward just a little.
“Jealous of what? C’mon babe, we both know I fuck you better than he ever could,” Jongin says, bottom lip catching between his teeth when Sehun grinds down onto him.
“I’m not your ‘babe’, loser.”
“Whatever, can I come already?”
At this, Sehun stills completely, and Jongin tosses his head back in frustration. It’s a sight to see, really. The almighty Kim Jongin, resident fuckboy of South Korea, is debauched and flushed and desperate, and Sehun is so satisfied with himself.
“Wouldn’t that be too easy, Jongin?” Sehun teases, wiggling his ass slowly as he rakes a nail over one of Jongin’s nipples. Jongin groans and arches his back, and his cock shifts just barely inside of Sehun, brushing a particularly sensitive spot that makes Sehun lose focus of his goal at hand.
With Jongin’s cock stuffed in his ass, it’s understandable how easy it is for him to forget what he’s doing.
There’s mischief in Jongin’s eyes and he’s smirking in a way that blatantly states ‘Oh Sehun you just fucked up so bad’. A second later, Jongin plants his feet against the bed and fucks up into Sehun, cock hitting just the right spot again, and Sehun falls forward completely, panting and moaning against Jongin’s neck as the older snaps his hips unforgivingly, fingers digging into the soft flesh of Sehun’s ass cheeks.
“You’re cute, you know,” Jongin rasps shakily, voice uneven due to his thrusts. “You know I always get what I want.”
Sehun comes then, untouched and with a strangled moan as he shoots up his and Jongin’s chests. He’s so spent and boneless that he doesn’t even care that he’s laying in his own release or how fucking uncomfortable and disgusting it is. Jongin fills the condom a moment later and his body trembles, tenses all over, and Sehun has always thought that Jongin looks especially good when he’s mid-orgasm.
“You’re such an ass,” Sehun says after he’s regained the ability to breathe properly, lifting his head from Jongin’s shoulder.
Jongin pats Sehun’s ass and laughs. “Yet you keep coming back to me.”
Sehun rolls his eyes, “Don’t sound so smug. Your dick is great, but that’s it.”
“Eh, your ass is the only good thing about you.”
Scoffing, Sehun rolls off of Jongin’s body, chest dirtied with his release and a sheen of sweat. “I’m a fucking delight,” he says.
Jongin snorts, “Right. A delightful fuck.”
Sehun rolls his eyes again and kicks at Jongin’s leg before he stands. His body feels drained and his legs are wobbly like jello, and if he had a choice he’d stay in bed and sleep, but he feels disgusting and sticky and he really needs to shower.
“I’m taking my delightful ass to the shower. You coming?”
“I’d follow that ass anywhere,” Jongin says as he rolls out of bed, and Sehun totally doesn’t pay any mind to the fact that Jongin looks thoroughly fucked and wrecked. His hair is in complete disarray, body flushed from his cheeks down, lips puffy and kiss-swollen, and streaks of Sehun’s come clinging to his skin. It’s a God awful filthy sight, but fuck is it amazing.
“No funny business,” Sehun warns as they step into his bathroom.
“No funny business,” Jongin echoes.
“No funny business” ends up being Jongin rimming Sehun until the water turns cold, until his thighs are trembling, his cock twitching against his stomach with the need to be touched, and Sehun can’t help but reach down and jerk himself hard and fast until ropes of come shoot at the shower wall. His face feels too hot, maybe he’s a tad embarrassed that Jongin’s tongue made him come like that, and his legs might as well be made of spaghetti.
Jongin looks impossibly smug when Sehun finally turns to face him. “I said no funny business,” Sehun says.
Jongin’s smirk widens. There’s water pooling in the dips of his collarbones, running over plush lips and sliding down the bronzed expanse of his chest. His cock is half-hard between his legs, and Sehun is so tempted to drop to his knees.
“Was either of us laughing?” Jongin asks.
“You’re a comical genius,” Sehun says flatly.
“A comical genius with a magical tongue.”
Sehun snorts, “Finish washing up before the cold water makes your dick shrivel up, dumbass.”
Friday rolls around all too soon and before Sehun knows it, he finds himself perched in the bleachers with Chanyeol and Baekhyun to his right. The two aren’t exactly sports fans, but Sehun had forced them to come along with him anyway for moral support purposes. Sehun himself isn’t a sports fan either, but he catches himself cheering and clapping and hooting obnoxiously every time Luhan scores a goal or steals the balls.
If every athlete looked nearly as good as Luhan, Sehun might be able to get into sports more often. Luhan is an absolute beast on the field, Sehun thinks. It’s a totally different sight from the flirty, popular, cute guy that everyone pines for. This Luhan is sweaty and manly and scoring goals left and right—which he always does, except this time it’s sports related.
“Luhan is tearing it up,” Baekhyun says, his eyes following the ball as it’s kicked back and forth.
“He can tear me up all he wants,” Sehun mumbles absentmindedly.
Chanyeol snorts, “I think you’re getting torn up enough. Thought Jongin was the best fuck you’ve ever had?”
Sehun makes a face, “Well yeah, but. But Luhan is probab—shut up, Chanyeol.”
“What Sehun is trying to say,” Baekhyun begins, “is that Luhan is pretty as fuck when he’s not on the field, but when he’s on the field he looks super manly and he’s probably a beast in the bedroom as well.”
Sehun nods, “Took the words right out of my mouth. C’mon Luhan!”
Sehun is sure his heart drops when Luhan turns to smile at him right before he kicks the ball and sends it zooming to the other end of the field, just mere inches away from another score. Luhan sends a wink in Sehun’s direction and Sehun swears if either Chanyeol or Baekhyun mention his blush he’s going to kick their balls up to their stomachs.
“Awe, Sehunnie you’re blus—”
“Finish that sentence and I will end you.”
“Psh, so vicious…” Baekhyun mutters.
By the time they’re nearing the end of the game, the teams are tied and there’s only minutes left. Luhan has the ball, his talented footwork easily allowing him to weave the ball around the opposing team, and everyone is quickly rising to their feet and hooting. The clapping is almost thunderous when Luhan scores the winning goal, and it barely takes a minute for the whole team to surround him and hoist him up on their shoulders.
Sehun, embarrassingly enough, finds himself jumping to his feet as well, and he can hear both Baekhyun and Chanyeol quietly awe at him. Sehun turns to glare at each of them before quickly resuming his embarrassing cheering.
Luhan’s eyes catch Sehun’s for a split moment, and the smile that follows suit makes Sehun feel like his stomach is dropping. Fuck, his blush better not be noticeable.
“Hey Hun,” Chanyeol says, tugging at Sehun’s shirt. “Check out Jongin.”
Glancing over on instinct, Sehun follows where Chanyeol points and his eyes land on a certain tanned boy with a certain thick-lipped boy who’s about a head or so shorter than Jongin. Do Kyungsoo is small, quiet, introverted, and thick all over. Thick thighs, thick lips, thick and curvy torso, and smooth skin for days. He’s really the only boy in school that could give Baekhyun a run for his money, but Sehun doesn’t think he’ll see that happen any time soon.
“It’s no surprise that he managed to score with Kyungsoo,” says Baekhyun.
“What do you mean?” Sehun asks.
“Kyungsoo’s had the hots for Jongin since last year. I’m sure both him and his ass are quite happy.”
Sehun nods a little, “Ah, I see.”
Chanyeol leans forward and peers up at Sehun with both of his brows raised, “Jealous?”
Scoffing, Sehun turns his attention back to Luhan, “Of what?”
“Oh nothing,” Chanyeol singsongs.
There’s nothing to be jealous of, Chanyeol is delusional. Sehun, just like everyone else, knows that Jongin always gets what he wants and if he wants Kyungsoo and curvaceous little body, then great for him. Sehun has other things to worry about, like what the hell he’s going to talk about when he’s out with Luhan later.
Still, for some reason that Sehun can’t for the life of him figure out, he stares at how Jongin pulls Kyungsoo close to his side and whispers something in his ear, something that makes Kyungsoo glow red from the neck up.
Whatever though. Sehun does not care.
Luhan finds him in the parking lot after having quickly washed off and getting changed into some clean clothes. His hair is still a bit damp, falling over his eyes in a messy way, but Sehun thinks it’s just as, if not more, attractive on him. Sehun is standing beside Luhan’s car just as Luhan had told him and the butterflies are very much alive in his stomach.
“You didn’t wait long, did you?” Luhan asks when he finally reaches Sehun.
Sehun shakes his head, “Nah, I’ve only been waiting for a few minutes.”
Luhan smiles, reaching around Sehun to pull the door open, “Shall we get going then?”
The urge to smile hits Sehun ten fold. Psh, and people say that chivalry is dead. Honestly, it is beyond flattering, and Sehun gets why females go all googly over a guy polite enough to do this type of stuff.
“You didn’t have to do that,” he says shyly, keeping his head down as he lowers himself into the passenger seat, cheeks warming up.
“Didn’t have to, but wanted to,” Luhan laughs before he shuts Sehun’s door and walks around the front of his car.
“Such a gentleman.”
“Always.”
Sehun can’t help but vaguely wonder if Luhan truly means always, so he laughs a little and glances over. “Define always,” he says, and Luhan seems to get it.
“Are you asking what I think you’re asking? On the first date?” He gasps.
Sehun shrugs, “Curiosity is all.”
“Hmm, I guess that’s something you’ll have to find out for yourself, isn’t it?”
His tone is suggestive, which only places a million inappropriate thoughts in Sehun’s head, and Sehun thinks that, yes, he will definitely have to find out for himself. He has been wanting to find out what Luhan was all about since his first arrived from China, and right now he can only thank the heavens that he’ll be getting the chance.
“How fond are you of roller skating?” Luhan asks.
“Well, I’ve got plenty of ass to cushion the falls,” Sehun replies.
There’s a noticeable hint of pink on Luhan’s cheeks. Success.
“Okay, ready?”
“Tota—”
“HEY! OH SEHUN!”
“Are you fucking serious…” Sehun mutters under his breath. He’s tempted to tell Luhan to speed off, but Jongin is already approaching the car with Kyungsoo in tow. Sighing, Sehun glances over to send an apologetic look to Luhan before he turns to Jongin with a snarl.
“Yes.”
Jongin makes a face before he starts grinning and bends down so he’s at eye level with Sehun, “Where are you two kids headed?”
“Roller skating and then out to eat. What are you two up to?” Sehun asks as casually as possible. Jongin is still grinning at him.
“Eh, I’ll probably take Soo back to my place and fuck his brains out,” is Jongin’s reply. Kyungsoo turns 20 different shades of scarlet and Jongin looks so smug that Sehun can’t decide whether he wants to slap him or switch Kyungsoo places.
“By the way,” Jongin continues, “if you wanna get in Sehun’s pants by the end of the night, keep in mind that he loves his thighs being touched. If he does let you fuck him, he also loves getting rimmed.”
“Jongin,” Sehun bites out warningly.
The older boy feigns innocence, “I’m just giving him some tips. Anyway, have a good time guys. See ya!”
With that, Jongin slings his arm around Kyungsoo’s shoulder and walks away, leaving Sehun to flush with embarrassment and the slightest hint of anger. “Sorry about him,” he says after a moment of silence.
Luhan clears his throat and puts his car in drive, “Don’t worry about it, but are you sure there’s nothing, like, going on with you two?”
“We’ve fucked around. That’s it,” Sehun confirms. “He’s just an asshole.”
Which is true. For the most part, Jongin is an asshole, and for the most part Sehun can’t stand him. He can’t stand how Jongin interacts with other people, not because he is jealous or anything, but because he can be rather harsh and careless at times. Sehun really doubts that Kyungsoo wanted to hear what Jongin had said just moments prior since he’s been harboring a crush for so long. It makes Sehun feel guilty, and he vows to tear into Jongin about it on Monday.
“Don’t worry, I’ll keep your mind off of him,” Luhan winks, and his tone sounds suggestive again.
Sehun loves the way that sounds, but some part of him doubts that Luhan will be capable of keeping Sehun’s mind off of Jongin.
Only because he’s a little shit that loves to ruin Sehun’s fun unless they’re fucking. Yeah, that’s why.
“What the hell was your deal Friday?” Sehun asks as soon as he has Jongin alone. The last bell of the day has just rung and the halls are clear, and Sehun figured this would be a good a time as any to corner the tanned male.
“What are you talking about?”
Sehun rolls his eyes, “Don’t act dumb. If he does let you fuck him, he also loves getting rimmed. Really?”
Jongin shuts his locker and turns to lean against it, shrugging. “I told you I was giving him tips. I wasn’t lying, was I?”
“That’s not the point,” Sehun sighs. “You made it seem like the only thing I wanted was to get into his pants, and poor Kyungsoo for having to hear that as well. You know he likes you, right?”
This time, Jongin sighs, and Sehun can see how his jaw tightens. “Oh, so getting into his pants isn’t the only thing you wanted? Because I can tell you right now that that’s the only thing he wants out of you, Sehun.”
“What are you talking about?” Sehun asks, brows furrowed as if Jongin is talking out of his ass.
“The moment you let him sleep with you, you’ll just be another notch in his bedpost,” Jongin replies and takes a step closer toward Sehun.
Sehun almost laughs, “I really do not think that you should be pointing fingers at other people for sleeping around. Besides, even if that is all he wants out of me, what makes it your concern?”
Another step closer. Sehun’s back makes contact with one of the lockers while Jongin shrugs and leans in just an inch more. “It’s not my concern, I just figured you’d like to know before you let him play you. I couldn’t care less who you fuck with when you’re not with me, I’m just trying to be a decent human being and save you the heartache.”
Sehun wants to laugh bitterly and bite out a few harsh insults, but Jongin’s lips are at his throat and his thigh is slotted perfectly between Sehun’s legs, rendering the younger boy weak as Jongin riles him up. Sehun would never admit it to Jongin, but Jongin has the power to make Sehun cave instantly, and it is both a terrible and wonderful thing.
Terrible because it makes Sehun feel trapped in a way. Wonderful because, God, Jongin knows just what buttons to push and where to touch.
“Jongin,” Sehun breathes, “not here. We’re gonna get caught.”
“Hm, that’s the fun part,” Jongin pulls back to grin, eyes shining with mischief as he brings his hand down to palm between Sehun’s legs. Sehun wants so bad to resist because he’s always been a private guy, but Jongin makes it so hard on him, especially with those smoldering eyes and soft lips and, fuck, Sehun is already half-hard in his pants.
“You know, Luhan could wander out into the hall and catch us at any time,” Jongin hums, lips sliding over the curve of Sehun’s jaw to the side of his neck. “What do you think he would say?”
He doesn’t get a reply. Instead, he gets a low exhale of breath from Sehun, who’s trying to keep himself as quiet as he possibly can. So, Jongin continues.
“Do you think he’d tell me to get lost, Sehun?” Lips slide just a bit lower and there are deft fingers working on Sehun’s zipper to pull his cock out of his pants.
“Do you think he’d be hurt by seeing me do this to you?” Jongin drops to his knees and flicks his tongue over the head of Sehun’s dick once.
Sehun can’t find a reply within himself, his mind growing cloudy as blood rushes south. He stays quiet, let’s Jongin do as he pleases, and it’s not long before he finds himself letting his head fall back against whoever’s locker he is leaning against, moaning when Jongin finally wraps his lips around the head and swirls his tongue.
It isn’t very often that Jongin does this, but when he does Sehun really appreciates it because there’s no better set of lips in the whole school that are comparable to Jongin’s. The perfect lips combined with the perfect teasing skills is the perfect recipe for a leg trembling orgasm.
Adrenaline and the fear of getting caught is buzzing in Sehun’s veins when he comes down Jongin’s throat, thighs shaking and his hand wound up so tightly in Jongin’s hair that he knows it has to hurt. Then again, Jongin has always had some sort of hair pulling fetish, so he supposes the older isn’t complaining.
Jongin cleans Sehun up with his tongue and Sehun can’t help the way that his body trembles through the aftershocks. Carefully, he tucks Sehun back into his pants and rises to his feet, and Sehun notices that there is come clinging to the corner of his mouth.
“Uh, you have…” he reaches out to thumb it away, blushing.
Jongin just smirks at him and turns his head enough that he can take Sehun’s thumb into his mouth and lick it clean. Sehun rolls his eyes.
“I’ll catch you later, Oh.”
Kim Jongin is the absolute worst.
Catching him later turns out to be Jongin sneaking into Sehun’s bedroom window at a quarter past 1 A.M. In one hand, he holds a pack of cigarettes to which Sehun frowns upon, and in the other he holds a condom probably (most likely) in case they end up getting too handsy.
Sehun always has been attracted to men who come prepared.
“Are you crazy? My parents are right across the hall!” Sehun hisses in a hushed whisper.
“I couldn’t sleep,” Jongin shrugs, toeing off his shoes by Sehun’s window. “I figured I’d come annoy my favorite person.”
“I’m not sure if I should feel honored or targeted,” Sehun says.
“Hmm, honored,” Jongin replies. He plops down on Sehun’s bed and sprawls out like he belongs there. Sehun doesn’t mind, though.
“So, I heard Luhan asked you out again?”
Sehun’s brows pull together for a moment. People are not kidding when they say that news spreads like wildfire in high school.
“He did. Who told you?”
“Yixing was talking to Jongdae about it during lunch. I couldn’t help but overhear.”
Sehun wants to ask him if he was trying to overhear them, but he does not want to make a fool of himself. Yixing and Jongdae are part of Jongin’s circle of friends so it’s likely that he would’ve heard them whether he was trying to or not. Sehun would hate to have Jongin thinking that Sehun was under the impression that Jongin liked him on a deeper level, or have Jongin thinking that Sehun wanted him to like him.
The latter would be much worse, he thinks. So he holds his tongue.
“Ah,” Sehun nods. “Yeah, he asked me to go out for pizza this weekend.”
Jongin makes a noise, “So cliché. The hottest, most sought after guy in school is cliché as hell. I thought he would’ve had more game than that. Anyway, do you mind if I smoke?”
Sehun gives him a look, “Yes?”
“Why?”
“Uh, ever heard of lung cancer? Chronic obstructive pulmonary disease?”
“You sound like a medical book,” Jongin laughs, and he lights a cigarette anyway.
Sehun watches smoke accumulate above them. Jongin looks peaceful like this, all calm and quiet, a great contrast from the loud mouthed asshole that Sehun is used to, and something stir in Sehun’s chest. He feels an urge to lean over and kiss Jongin, even though he probably tastes like an ashtray at the moment. It’s a new feeling, foreign and a tad frightening, and Sehun doesn’t like it.
Reaching over, he plucks the cigarette from Jongin’s lips and gets up to toss it out of his window. “I’d rather you not fill your lungs with tar, especially if you want to be a dancer so bad. Can’t dance if you can’t breathe properly.”
There’s a trace of a smile tugging at Jongin’s lips, “Whatever, Oh.”
Sehun settles beside Jongin again, tucking his hands behind his head and allowing his eyes to close for a moment. Neither of them says anything for a while, and it’s nice. It’s a bit odd to be so close to Jongin and not be feeling him up, but his company is nice nonetheless. Sehun feels content.
“Hey Sehun?”
“Hmm?”
“Okay, you won’t ever hear me be this serious again so listen closely,” Jongin tells him noncommittally. Sehun blinks his eyes open and hums.
“Don’t let Luhan play you, okay? And don’t think I’m saying this because I care or anything, it’d just be nice to see Luhan not get what he wants for once.”
Sehun presses his mouth tight to suppress a laugh. “Sure, whatever you say.”
“He likes you.”
“Don’t be dumb, Yeol. Jongin doesn’t like anything but sex and dancing.”
“Chanyeol has a point,” Baekhyun chimes in. “Maybe you have yourself so convinced that it’s impossible that you’d be oblivious to his affections.”
Sehun barks out a laugh, “Jongin and affection? Those are two words that do not belong in the same sentence.”
“Okay but him warning you about Luhan? If he really didn’t care whether you fucked Luhan or not, then he wouldn’t have even mentioned anything about it. It’s obvious, how are you so dense?”
Sehun blocks the two out by shoving his earbuds into his ears and turning the volume all the way up.
The rest of the week is out of routine for Jongin and Sehun. They have their usual quickies in between classes with Sehun blowing Jongin after second period and Jongin blowing Sehun right before lunch, but it’s what happens after school that is unusual for them.
It’s not often than Jongin drops by Sehun’s house, and when he does it’s usually because jacking off to weird kink films just isn’t good enough for him, so it’s surprising when he starts dropping by to ask Sehun to come hangout with him. Sehun, albeit confused and curious of Jongin’s sudden change of character, doesn’t think much of it. It’s just normal teenage shit anyway, right?
Maybe this is Jongin’s way of taking their friendship to the next level. Sehun isn’t sure. All he knows is that he’s beginning to see sides of Jongin that he hasn’t seen before, like his inner thoughts and the weird shit he comes up with at 3 A.M when he can’t sleep. Listening to Jongin talk is just as interesting as the way he fucks.
One night, when Jongin walks Sehun back to his house, Sehun half expects Jongin to lean in and kiss him before he turns and leaves. He doesn’t, though, and Sehun disregards the disappointment as boredom of being back home.
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u wanna grab some food come over for some video games? we can fuck if u want lol
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meaning you’ll start feeling me up the second you start losing until i cave and fuck u right?
from: kim jongdumb
basically yeah
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srry, going out with luhan tonight. tomorrow?
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sure whatever
Saturday night finds Sehun sprawled out on Luhan’s bed as the older works him open with two slick fingers all the while making quick work of his own clothing. It’s all rushed and clumsy, but Sehun is hard and breathing heavy regardless.
However, Sehun can’t help but make comparisons as Luhan withdrawals his fingers and reaches over to fumble around in the top drawer of his nightstand for a condom. Jongin takes the time to tease while Luhan is straight to the point, skipping over the foreplay and diving right in. Literally.
Don’t get him wrong, it’s plenty pleasurable and Luhan knows what he’s doing, but something about the whole thing feels off. Sehun almost feels like he shouldn’t be here, like he’s going to regret this, but this is a moment that he has been fantasizing about for so long that he wouldn’t dare let his inner worries ruin this.
Regardless of the nagging feeling in his gut, Sehun is almost convinced that Luhan’s petal soft lips could put an end to any doubt going on in his head. He sucks at Sehun’s jaw, mouths down the side of his neck, scrapes his teeth over sharp collarbones, and teases the head of his cock between Sehun’s cheeks all at once. Sehun has a handful of Luhan’s hair and uses the grip to his advantage, guiding Luhan’s lips to his to muffle the whine in his throat when Luhan pushes the tip of his cock in.
“You good?” Luhan asks, breathing unevenly.
Sehun nods and swallows, “Yeah, fuck. Fuck me.”
And Luhan does. He eases in and lets Sehun adjust before he pulls out only to slowly roll his hips forward again. It almost has an intimate feel to it, but Sehun knows that this is just the beginning and Luhan hasn’t gotten started yet.
There’s no finesse in the way Luhan fucks. It’s sloppy and quick, but Sehun likes how Luhan hooks his legs over each shoulder to push in deeper. Luhan knows what angles to switch to, when to switch it up, and how to keep the variation between fast and slow going, keeping Sehun on edge.
But, despite how good the sex is, there’s a part of him that tells him that Luhan is doing it for his own selfish reasons. The longer they fuck, the more careless Luhan seems to get about Sehun’s pleasure. Maybe it’s just Sehun letting his doubts get the better of him, is hard to decipher whether it’s just his style or if he’s just desperate to get off.
By the time Sehun gets the courage to ask the question he’s dying to know the answer to, Luhan is thrusting mercilessly and mumbling about how close he is. Sehun can’t help it, he’s always been very blunt and to the point when it comes to his curiosity.
“Did you ask me out just because you wanted to fuck me?” He asks, mouth dry and voice hoarse.
“What?” Luhan breathes out. There’s sweat forming at his temples.
“Was getting into my pants all you wanted?” Sehun repeats.
Luhan slows his thrusts, “I thought that’s what you were all about?”
Jongin was right.
Disappointment settles in Sehun’s chest, but that’s something he won’t let Luhan know. He takes a deep breath and pulls himself together.
“Alright, we’re done here. Have fun with your hand.” Sehun pushes at Luhan’s shoulders until the other male pulls out and then he rolls off of the bed to retrieve his clothes from the floor. He leaves Luhan on edge and disappointed, but there’s no disappointment on his part. Sehun oddly feels relieved.
And here he was thinking that if Jongin was right he’d be heartbroken or something.
After quickly pulling his clothes back on, Sehun exits Luhan’s place and sets off in the direction of Jongin’s house. He lives just a couple of blocks away from Luhan, right across from the park that Sehun used to spend hours and hours at when he was young. His phone starts buzzing with incoming messages from Chanyeol and Baekhyun, both asking him questions like ‘was his dick good???’, ‘who came first??, ‘was he better than jongin?!?!?!’, and Sehun rolls his eyes and pockets his phone.
There is never any cars outside of Jongin’s house. His sister’s car might be there every once in awhile, but his parents are never home. Sehun doesn’t ask about them, doesn’t ask what their jobs are or if they’re never home for other reasons, and Jongin doesn’t mention them. The only light on tonight is the one in Jongin’s room, and Sehun can see his silhouette through the closed curtain.
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hey asshole i’m at ur door come let me in
He glances up just in time to see Jongin pull his curtain back to have peek, eyeing Sehun for a split second before he disappears from view. Sehun can hear Jongin coming down the stairs, feet shuffling against the floor as he reaches the door.
“What are you doing here?” Jongin asks. “I thought you had a date tonight. How’d that go?”
Sehun shrugs as he follows Jongin up the stairs to his room. He’s not too keen on the idea of feeding Jongin’s ego, but in a way Sehun supposes he should thank Jongin for looking out for him, which is also something he never thought he would say. He can already picture the smug smirk on Jongin’s face when he gives him all of the juicy details.
“Everyone gone for the night?”
Jongin nods, “Yep, welcome to the Jongin palace. The place where porn comes free and the food comes cheap.”
Laughing, Sehun makes himself comfortable on Jongin’s bed while the other shuts his laptop and wads up all of the burger wrappers laying around to toss them in the trash can by his desk.
“Okay, tell me all about it,” Jongin says once he’s comfortable. He’s next to Sehun, turned on his side with his head propped up by his hand.
“Well,” Sehun starts, “you were right about him.”
Jongin’s brows raise, “So he did try to sleep with you? I’d hate to say I told you so.”
Sehun makes a face and sticks his tongue out, “Yeah, yeah. Wanna know the best part of the whole date?”
“If it’s some sappy shit then no thanks.”
“Nope. We were in the middle of fucking when I walked out on him,” Sehun starts laughing, and he’s expecting Jongin to join in at any moment, but the older instead goes quiet and scoffs.
“So you let him do it,” is all Jongin says. “You let him fuck you even after I warned you a million times about his intentions. Un-fucking-believable.” Sitting up, Jongin shakes his head and turns his back to Sehun, and Sehun can see the way his shoulders tense up.
“What’s your problem? I basically came here to praise you and tell you that you were right and this is how you act. Why?” Sehun sits up, staring at Jongin’s back with his eyes narrowed questioningly.
Jongin lets out a breath and stands, “Don’t worry about it. I have some studying to do, I think you should go.”
“It’s Saturday.”
“So?”
“Since when do you study on Saturday?”
“Since right now.”
Sehun’s own patience is wearing thin here. There’s been very few times that he has ever seen Jongin angry. It takes a lot to fire him up because he’s actually pretty calm, and Sehun is the one with the quick temper. To see Jongin getting like this over something so dumb is surprising and Sehun doesn’t know what to make of it.
“Bullshit. Seriously, just tell me what your problem is so we can resolve it and never bring it up again,” Sehun sighs.
“You don’t get it,” Jongin laughs, sounding bitter and hurt. “You don’t get it and I don’t want to have to say it. It’s best that you just leave and we’ll forget about it in the morning.”
Except, that’s not how Sehun wants this to end. If this were happening a few months ago, he would’ve listened and let Jongin be because a few months ago they were just two students attending the same school who just so happened to mess around every chance they got. Now, Sehun likes to think that whatever they have going on has grown since then.
“No,” Sehun tells him. “Tell me what’s up because you’ve been acting really strange lately. About everything, not just this. C’mon Jongin, what’s your damn deal? What is it that I don’t get?”
The tactic here is to press Jongin’s buttons as much as he possibly can to get the other to cave and confess whatever it is that he’s not saying. It might not be the best idea, but it might just be the only way to get Jongin speaking. So, Sehun continues pressing those buttons until Jongin starts pacing around the room, running a hand through his hair in frustration.
“—because if you’re seriously upset about me not listening to you, then that’s really pathetic, you know? Really, really patheti—”
Sehun’s rambling comes to an abrupt stop the moment Jongin crosses the room and steps into Sehun’s space. There’s no time to register what Jongin is doing, no time to prepare for Jongin’s lips covering his own, and no time to prepare for the way his heart seems to leap into his throat when their mouths slot together just how they like it. Hands find their way to Sehun’s jaw and his back finds its way to the wall as Jongin ever so slowly backs him up, kissing him like it’s the last kiss they’re ever going to have together.
This kiss is soft and slow and it feels like it means something—something that Sehun is not sure he’s ready for. Jongin has always been a good kisser, but never has a kiss left Sehun so breathless and fuzzy minded before. When Jongin pulls away, Sehun whines in protest, and Jongin smiles, pressing his forehead to Sehun’s.
“Now do you get it?” Jongin asks breathily.
Oh.
Sehun can’t believe this is happening right now. He came here expecting Jongin to jokingly throw it in his face about Luhan and then maybe invite him to play video games that would’ve ended up in Sehun sliding between Jongin’s legs to blow him. Never in a million years would he expect a confession like this.
Chanyeol and Baekhyun were right, and that’s also something that Sehun can’t believe.
“Why couldn’t you just say it?” Sehun asks quietly.
Jongin shrugs, “I hate those cheesy ass love confessions. They’re the worst. And, just to clarify, this is not a love confession, I just like your lanky ass for some reason.”
“I’m honored. I guess you’re pretty decent, too.” Sehun rolls his eyes when Jongin smirks.
“You know, I would fuck you, but I don’t want Luhan’s sloppy seconds. I’ll fuck you tomorrow,” Jongin tugs Sehun over to his bed, pulling him down so he’s straddling Jongin’s thighs.
Glancing down, an idea pops into Sehun’s head, and he reaches down to untie the string on Jongin’s sweats. “We don’t have to fuck, but we can do this.”
He stands up to pull Jongin’s sweats off and then quickly rids himself of his jeans before he settles against Jongin’s lap and grinds down experimentally, the contact sending a surge of arousal through him. Jongin lets out a breath, lifting his head to watch Sehun move against him until both of their cocks are hard and protruding against the fabric of their underwear.
Jongin keeps his hands on Sehun’s hips, thumbs rubbing over sharp hip bones and using his strength to keep Sehun planted firmly against him so he can roll his hips up in search of friction. Each movement is more intense than the last, and both of them are sporting wet patches in the front of their underwear in no time. The friction caused by the layers of fabric separating them is so good that Sehun can’t help but grind down harder, scraping his nails against the toned planes of Jongin’s stomach.
Jongin shifts underneath him, angling his hips so their cocks rub against each other more directly, and the moan that spills from his lips sends a chill down Sehun’s spine. From this position, Sehun can see how blissed out Jongin truly is, and that’s why being on top is his favorite. He really gets to see how Jongin comes undone, how his lips part and how his eyes fall shut when something feels particularly good.
“Close,” Jongin rasps, lifting his head once more.
Sehun moans in agreement and rolls his hips faster. Jongin’s head falls back, his grips on Sehun’s hips tighten, and Sehun looks down just in time to see white seeping through Jongin’s grey underwear. Jongin’s cock is twitching against the soiled material and it’s such a sight to see that Sehun wishes he had his phone so he could record it.
“C’mon Sehun, come,” Jongin urges, voice rough as he reaches a hand forward to slip it inside of Sehun’s underwear.
He swipes his thumb over the wet head of Sehun’s cock and spreads the precome down to the underside, thumbing the sensitive area until Sehun’s cock starts pulsing. He comes hard, shooting white over Jongin’s abdomen, and he feels like jello by the time he’s finished.
They stay in that position for a while, breathing and blushing, before Sehun finally feels fit to get up and peel his underwear off. Jongin lifts his hips to remove his underwear and nods toward the door, “Shower?”
“Definitely.”
Sehun turns and Jongin takes the chance to smack him on the ass. Sehun glances over his shoulder.
“What? It’s my divine right to have smacking privileges.”
Sehun can only roll his eyes.
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Date: 2016-06-27 01:13 pm (UTC)Sehun was being so oblivious and I just wanted to strangle him but I'm glad he walked out on Luhan like this
YEs
Good boy
I really loved the dynamic between Sehun and Jongin!! IT was perfect
And Chanyeols and Baekhyuns teasing tho I am not a fan of baekyeol ;P
Amazing work!!