untitled porn ficlet #4
untitled porn ficlet #4 | exo | jongin/sehun | ~900
this was supposed to be filthy porn but it ended up being sort of fluffy...
for shu (for completing your o levels!) ♥
There are three things in Jongin's life that he likes; or specifically, especially like. He is just a normal sort of guy and there are a lot of things that he likes, but nothing comes close to number one, dancing, number two, performing on stage and number three, reducing Oh Sehun into a whimpering mess.
Yeah.
There is something excessively addicting about being able to pull at the carefully knotted up seams of Sehun and unravelling them until the boy himself is just a mess of pleas and pleasure. Jongin doesn't exactly know what is it about Sehun that draws him in; it could be the way his spine is taunt against pale skin and the way a sigh leaves his lips when Jongin licks a trail against it as he fucks him or it could be the way his hair mats against his forehead, eyes hazy and unfocus, almost drunk on contentment.
What was important was that he reveled in it and he never wanted to be without it.
Right at this moment Sehun is spread out in front of him, one leg dangling loose off the bed and the other drawn up so his knee is pointing up to the sky. His knee trembles with exertion as he curls his hands into fists, scrunching up the bed sheet in the process.
"H-h-hyunggg I - I can't I - " Sehun blabbers incoherently as he tries to push away from Jongin.
He must be so sensitive already, Jongin muses, even as he crooks the fingers he has inside Sehun, earning a sound from Sehun, one a heady mix of a whimper and moan and that goes straight to Jongin's head.
"Hurts," Sehun manages to articulate silently and Jongin rewards him by pulling his fingers back before thrusting them back in him again. Sehun hisses in response.
Jongin knows how desperate Sehun is right now, knows that Sehun can be brought to the edge of release with fingers in his ass but not enough so to actually come. He knows Sehun needs friction against his cock, needs Jongin's hand pumping him to actually tip over that brink.
It makes him giddy with a weird sort of power.
"Shhhhh," Jongin soothes in a low voice even as he continues fucking Sehun with his fingers, earning another moan and hushed please. Sehun's hips jerk once, looking for a source of pressure, anything, and Jongin punishes that movement by pressing his fingertip right against Sehun's prostate. Sehun pauses immediately, a shuddering whimper leaving his lips.
He chuckles a little at the way Sehun mewls in protest when he actually does remove his fingers, voice almost whiny.
"F-fuck me, hyung, please," Sehun begs almost immediately. "Please, I feel so - I feel so empty hyung."
And this is Jongin's favourite part really, the begging and desperation laced into every word that Sehun utters, the way his body quakes with need to be fucked and the way his eyes are dark with something akin to submission.
Jongin ignores him and instead leans down to kiss Sehun, sloppy and wet. Sehun whimpers again and Jongin swallows that noise greedily before biting hard against Sehun's lower lip, drawing the smallest hint of blood. He sucks at the wound and he can feel Sehun tremble. It is amazing.
When he does fuck Sehun, the latter's legs hooked across his shoulders, he is enthralled by the way he shudders and even relaxes. Sehun's dick curves against his belly, painfully hard, but he just keeps asking Jongin to fuck him faster and harder.
"You were meant for this, weren't you? Meant for me to fuck, meant for me," Jongin grunts as he thrusts, and Sehun just blabbers his agreement, too lost in everything to respond adequately.
He starts to jerk Sehun off even as he continues fucking him and it doesn't take much for Sehun to come, and he does so all over Jongin's hand, drops catching against Jongin's chest. The sight of his parted lips sends Jongin over the edge too and his hips stutter as he comes. Sehun's eyes crinkle as he feels Jongin coming in him and he is panting in heavy succession. Jongin reaches down to push the hair out of his eyes before pressing his fingers against Sehun's lips.
He makes Sehun lick his hand clean and Sehun whimpers as he draws them in, tongue wet and liberal. When he is done, Jongin pulls his fingers out and wipes them against Sehun's come on his chest before returning them to Sehun's mouth, making him clean the mess of himself up.
Jongin lets Sehun shower first this time, sending him off with a tap against his ass. Sehun blushes a pretty pink, towel draped in front of him to hide his nudity. Jongin thinks it is ridiculous that Sehun still feels shy about his naked body around him but it is oddly endearing. He falls asleep to the sound of water hitting against tiled floor as Sehun showers.
He wakes up to sun streaming against his face and stickiness against his skin. Sehun is curled towards him, one hand resting against Jongin's hip.
Jongin can't help but smile and reaches close to plant a chaste kiss against Sehun's cheek.
- i wrote this while listening to 1d's heart attack on repeat maybe this explains the lack of filth and dirty talking /o\
this was supposed to be filthy porn but it ended up being sort of fluffy...
for shu (for completing your o levels!) ♥
There are three things in Jongin's life that he likes; or specifically, especially like. He is just a normal sort of guy and there are a lot of things that he likes, but nothing comes close to number one, dancing, number two, performing on stage and number three, reducing Oh Sehun into a whimpering mess.
Yeah.
There is something excessively addicting about being able to pull at the carefully knotted up seams of Sehun and unravelling them until the boy himself is just a mess of pleas and pleasure. Jongin doesn't exactly know what is it about Sehun that draws him in; it could be the way his spine is taunt against pale skin and the way a sigh leaves his lips when Jongin licks a trail against it as he fucks him or it could be the way his hair mats against his forehead, eyes hazy and unfocus, almost drunk on contentment.
What was important was that he reveled in it and he never wanted to be without it.
Right at this moment Sehun is spread out in front of him, one leg dangling loose off the bed and the other drawn up so his knee is pointing up to the sky. His knee trembles with exertion as he curls his hands into fists, scrunching up the bed sheet in the process.
"H-h-hyunggg I - I can't I - " Sehun blabbers incoherently as he tries to push away from Jongin.
He must be so sensitive already, Jongin muses, even as he crooks the fingers he has inside Sehun, earning a sound from Sehun, one a heady mix of a whimper and moan and that goes straight to Jongin's head.
"Hurts," Sehun manages to articulate silently and Jongin rewards him by pulling his fingers back before thrusting them back in him again. Sehun hisses in response.
Jongin knows how desperate Sehun is right now, knows that Sehun can be brought to the edge of release with fingers in his ass but not enough so to actually come. He knows Sehun needs friction against his cock, needs Jongin's hand pumping him to actually tip over that brink.
It makes him giddy with a weird sort of power.
"Shhhhh," Jongin soothes in a low voice even as he continues fucking Sehun with his fingers, earning another moan and hushed please. Sehun's hips jerk once, looking for a source of pressure, anything, and Jongin punishes that movement by pressing his fingertip right against Sehun's prostate. Sehun pauses immediately, a shuddering whimper leaving his lips.
He chuckles a little at the way Sehun mewls in protest when he actually does remove his fingers, voice almost whiny.
"F-fuck me, hyung, please," Sehun begs almost immediately. "Please, I feel so - I feel so empty hyung."
And this is Jongin's favourite part really, the begging and desperation laced into every word that Sehun utters, the way his body quakes with need to be fucked and the way his eyes are dark with something akin to submission.
Jongin ignores him and instead leans down to kiss Sehun, sloppy and wet. Sehun whimpers again and Jongin swallows that noise greedily before biting hard against Sehun's lower lip, drawing the smallest hint of blood. He sucks at the wound and he can feel Sehun tremble. It is amazing.
When he does fuck Sehun, the latter's legs hooked across his shoulders, he is enthralled by the way he shudders and even relaxes. Sehun's dick curves against his belly, painfully hard, but he just keeps asking Jongin to fuck him faster and harder.
"You were meant for this, weren't you? Meant for me to fuck, meant for me," Jongin grunts as he thrusts, and Sehun just blabbers his agreement, too lost in everything to respond adequately.
He starts to jerk Sehun off even as he continues fucking him and it doesn't take much for Sehun to come, and he does so all over Jongin's hand, drops catching against Jongin's chest. The sight of his parted lips sends Jongin over the edge too and his hips stutter as he comes. Sehun's eyes crinkle as he feels Jongin coming in him and he is panting in heavy succession. Jongin reaches down to push the hair out of his eyes before pressing his fingers against Sehun's lips.
He makes Sehun lick his hand clean and Sehun whimpers as he draws them in, tongue wet and liberal. When he is done, Jongin pulls his fingers out and wipes them against Sehun's come on his chest before returning them to Sehun's mouth, making him clean the mess of himself up.
Jongin lets Sehun shower first this time, sending him off with a tap against his ass. Sehun blushes a pretty pink, towel draped in front of him to hide his nudity. Jongin thinks it is ridiculous that Sehun still feels shy about his naked body around him but it is oddly endearing. He falls asleep to the sound of water hitting against tiled floor as Sehun showers.
He wakes up to sun streaming against his face and stickiness against his skin. Sehun is curled towards him, one hand resting against Jongin's hip.
Jongin can't help but smile and reaches close to plant a chaste kiss against Sehun's cheek.
- i wrote this while listening to 1d's heart attack on repeat maybe this explains the lack of filth and dirty talking /o\