#14 We savour hate as much as we crave love
Title: We savour hate as much as we crave love
Prompt: #14
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~6500 words
Side pairings: Mentions of past Kai/Luhan
Summary: A series of unfortunate events in Oh Sehun’s life, that may be the first steps to a life time journey next to the infamous, Kim Jongin.
Warning(s): Language, top!jongin, use of alcohol, rimming.
Notes: First of all, I want to thank the mod for being so supportive and even helping me find an amazing person to beta this story . All of you saved my life <3
To the prompter, I really hope I didn’t let you down. I’m sorry I used so many random references.
México presente :)
1
Jongin is a sadistic, vain piece of shit.
Who the fuck wears a t-shirt made of toilet paper?
Sehun is absolutely sure that shit doesn’t count as fabric, with the way Jongin’s nipples show as if they were screaming “hey, look at us!”
Sehun hates Jongin’s guts. And nipples. Who does he think he is?
Jongin is tall. His long, muscular legs carry him with the grace of a dancer. He looks like he belongs to one of those high fashion magazines; sharp jawline, thick luscious lips, and dark, hypnotizing eyes. To top it all off, he just dyed his hair red. Kim Jongin is, for pretty much everyone, the definition of sex and desire.
"He's so fucking hot," Baekhyun, Sehun's best friend, gushes, looking at the Devil's spawn waltzing through the school cafeteria like it's his own catwalk. “I swear, being a dancer only makes him even sexier.” Why is Baekhyun stating the obvious? Sehun hates him, now, too. "I heard he even did Luhan. Like, how did that happen?" Baekhyun continues. "I mean, sure, Jongin is unfairly good looking, but Luhan is so kind and sweet. I never imagined he was into bad boys."
“Oh my god, I’ve told you a million times, Jongin’s not a bad boy. He’s really nice when you get to know him. He’s, dare I say, shy, even,” Chanyeol pitches in. He should know, seeing how he’s the only one who’s friends with the guy.
No shy person would dress, walk or breathe like Kim Jongin. “Shy my ass!” Sehun says, just a little too loudly, punctuating his statement with an angry fist against the lunch table. His little outburst draws everyone’s attention. Even dark, amused eyes look at him.
Oh Sehun hates Kim Jongin with a passion.
2
The second Sehun steps out of the hellhole otherwise known as college, he feels like a weight is lifted off his shoulders. Free, finally, he thinks, and then pouts when a small voice in the back of his head tells him free for the weekend only, you gotta be back on Monday.
He tries to cheer himself up, thinking of his warm bed and his best friend Pinku Pinku, (yeah, his BFF is a stuffed animal because fuck Byun Baekbitch) waiting for him at home so they can spend the next 48 hours hibernating together. Unfortunately, it’s raining and he didn’t bring an umbrella.
While waiting for the rain to slow down, he has that philosophical moment where he questions the origin of the universe and all of the other shit one has no control over.
To be honest, Sehun is a good student, or used to be; he’s not sure anymore. His dreams of becoming a successful musician are slowly but surely fading away. His freshmen year was excellent, with straight A's in all of his classes but, he sadly can't say the same about his second year. He dreads the moment he leaves his apartment. He is exhausted and miserable, mostly because of this one teacher who likes to channel his inner Severus Snape and lash out on to him, but Sehun has no wand to defend himself; why is his life so hard?
There’s also The Kim Jongin making his life miserable just by existing.
Sehun does that horrible “ew, I just swallowed” face because Jongin just appeared in his mind, smiling, and he looks so heavenly. Imaginary Jongin looks just like the real thing.
“You love rainy days too? But don’t you have an umbrella, you’ll get sick walking in the rain?” Imaginary Jongin asks with a deep voice, standing dangerously close, “Here, you can have mine.”
Sehun blinks dumbly a few times until he finally realizes the boy isn’t a product of his imagination. He’s standing in front of him, with a confused, worried face.
“No fucking way!” Sehun shouts when he comes back to reality, shaking his head furiously. He runs away from Jongin so fast that he can’t even feel the rain hitting his face.
“Snot is coming out of my nose like Niagara Falls, please do something,” Sehun says through the phone. It’s past midnight and he’s sick. Sadly, Pinku Pinku can’t fulfill all friend duties which leaves him to call the second best, Baekhyun.
Fucking Kim Jongin makes him sick. Quite literally.
The couple of weeks following the rain incident, Sehun starts seeing the boy everywhere. Sehun reasons Jongin can catch his scent from miles away and comes to play with him just to further mess with his mind. He still hates him.
"Jongin's staring at you - again. I don't understand. He's the hottest guy on campus and for some unknown reason he happens to find your bitch face attractive, so why are you ignoring him?" Baekhyun asks, clearly annoyed. He runs a hand through his hair for dramatic effect. Sehun rolls his eyes.
Both of them watch Jongin as he walks to a nearby table with his (equally dumb but less attractive) friends. They’re quite good looking, or that’s what people say. After seeing Jongin’s face for the first time, everyone else magically turned into fucking gnomes in his eyes.
Shit, he needs to get laid soon to get rid of his SO-NOT-CRUSH. He knows sex is a good stress reliever, and for god's sake his stress levels are higher than Britney Spears' in 2007, so why isn't he getting any? He's twenty, beautiful, and horny. Damn it!
“Shut up! I’d never date someone like Kim Jongin. Players are the worst because they are actually good. In bed, I mean. But then they don't want you anymore and what the fuck are you supposed to do with all the feelings? He's probably just like that. I don't like him one bit. He's trash," Sehun says, loud and bitter. His friends stare with wide eyes, except they’re not quite looking at him, but behind him.
“So, I’m an asshole with good fucking skills?” Jongin says, and Sehun swears he can hear amusement in his voice. Sehun can’t bring himself to look at him. “If you ever wanna find out how good they are, just let me know,” he winks and keeps walking.
Thank God Jongin can’t see his pathetically flustered face.
His friends burst out laughing and Sehun really, really hates his life. And Kim Jongin.
3
Sehun walks to his classroom, late and grumpy. Halfway into ‘Snape’s’ class he feels someone breathing dangerously close his ear, he’s about to tell the person to stay the fuck away from him but then a velvety voice says, "So, Sehun, your friends say you like me."
Sehun remains still. Traitors. He’s sure the seat behind his was empty when he arrived in class. The person continues, their mocking tone vaguely familiar, "or are you already in love with me or something?" Sehun looks back.
What the fuck is The Kim Jongin doing in a class as complicated as History of the Medieval Musical Movement. He probably can’t even read.
He regains his composure after a few seconds. "Are you high, Kim Jondick? How could I possibly like an illiterate fuck like you?" Sehun frowns. He kind of wants to die because this is embarrassing, and how can someone look so good without even trying.
"Kim Jondick? I see you've been warned about my size." Jongin chuckles. His face is tilted to the side and red bangs cover his forehead. "You can't like me if you can't take dick well."
Sehun wants to yell “fuck yes, I can!” at the other, but he thinks that might work against him. Instead, he stays silent for a moment; looking for a good comeback. He settles for "I really don't like players, and mind your language."
“You mind your language. You also have the wrong idea of me. I mean, yes, I like to fuck around, but when I’m in a relationship I stay faithful.” Jongin smiles stupidly, pearly whites visible and all. “Anyways, I like to see your ears get all red when I tease you. It’s cute.”
Sehun can only stare at Jongin's amazing features. He’s so goddamn attractive. His skin definitely takes the cake. Normal human beings can only dream of bronzed, glowing skin like his. Sehun is envious. But most importantly, he is getting hard.
“Shit.”
He stands up and leaves in the middle of the class, ignoring the sound of their teacher calling after him. He hates Jongin, his skin and his possibly big dick. Not in that particular order.
Turns out, Jongin is now his classmate and Snape’s favourite student. Unfuckingbelievable. They’re probably plotting my downfall, Sehun thinks begrudgingly.
Sehun needs to boost his grade, so today he’s abnormally early for class in an attempt to squeeze in some more work. He busies himself by reading his notes, but is interrupted when he suddenly feels someone sitting next to him. "Get lost," he says without even looking up.
Jongin does that annoyingly cute noise that can hardly be called laughter "Feisty. I like that."
"No you don't," Sehun bites back, words coming out harsher than intended. He doesn’t regret it, not one bit, especially when the other is still wearing that smile.
"Are you saying you know more about my taste in guys than I do?"
"Yeah, so stop bothering me."
"Really? Enlighten me then, Sehun."
Sehun tries not to think much about the sound of his name rolling off Jongin’s tongue like that. "Okay, if you insist,” he sighs. Against his better judgement, he turns to look at Jongin. He’s even hotter up close. “You like guys like Luhan. Good hearted and pliant to your every desire."
Jongin raises a brow. "I'm not the playboy you think I am, just like you don’t hate me. I really like you. I've liked you for a long time now.” He absentmindedly places his hand on Sehun’s cheek for a second, before moving away.
Sehun makes a sound similar to a dying but aroused whale.
"Sorry, I know I’ve been a little too aggressive but I just don't know how to act in front of you. Besides, you go around with your skin tight jeans and fluffy hair and it's really frustrating because you unconsciously make me want you in every possible way."
"No, no, no, no. You can't like me! I despise you! Take back all you said!" His heart feels ten times heavier. "Admit you're lying!"
"I'm not lying and I'm gonna prove it to you," Jongin says, voice turning serious. He looks at the other for a few more seconds, before he winks and stands up, moving to sit at the very back of the classroom.
4
Someone starts leaving food and small presents in every place Sehun frequents, always with cute notes beside them. Today, a transparent bottle of pink liquid with an equally pink note rest on his seat.
"Drink me. I'm good and tasty. Just like J."
At least the fucker knows strawberry is his favourite…
5
It’s a sunny day, and Sehun’s laying down in the campus park, grass tickling his arms while he tries to catch some rays. His head rests on Baekhyun’s lap. They’re watching a few students play American football. They’re all pretty bad, and he’s tempted to teach them a thing or two, but he’s too tired to move.
Suddenly, Jongin steps in the middle of a badly planned move, stealing the ball. Of course the fucker knows how to play. . He laughs and flirts with everyone like he didn’t confess to Sehun a few days back.
Fucking liar.
“Sehun, enough with the faces already. You look creepy. Chanyeol creepy.” Baekhyun says, interrupting his thoughts.
“Wow, that’s one horrible insult. Boundaries”
“You two are ridiculous, you know that, right?” Kyungsoo says, coming from nowhere. He’s one of Jongin’s friends, but Sehun isn’t sure where he stands with Kyungsoo. He has a parental quality to him, but at the same time he doesn’t really give a fuck about you unless you fuck with him and you don’t want to fuck with him. The guy may be tiny, but so are Chihuahuas and one of those diabolic creatures bit Sehun once.
"I don’t know what you are talking about," Sehun says, trying to feign disinterest, but it’s impossible to take his eyes off of the scene in front of him. Is Jongin flirting with Luhan? Are they fucking again?
“No they’re not,” Kyungsoo says, not bothering to hide his annoyance. “You’re thinking out loud.”
Baekhyun stops playing affectionately with Sehun’s hair to smack his head. "Why are you so stupid? He likes you and you obviously like him. How long has it been since you last… you know, did the dirty?"
“Oh my god, I’m not gonna talk about my sex life. Or the lack of it,” Sehun says, doing the math in his head. Eight months?
“Holy shit! Son, you’re a second round virgin! ” Baekhyun laughs like a maniac. “You need to get back to business.”
“Second round virgin?”
“Really? That’s sex 101. It’s when you don’t get fuck in a while so you get all nice and tight like a virgin all over again.”
“You’re disgusting,” Sehun says, throwing an arm over his eyes.
"You should tell Jonginnie you want to walk under the rain holding his hand and have his babies.” Baekhyun mocks, and Kyungsoo laughs for the first time since Sehun met him.
Great, Sehun thinks, his sex life is a joke.
6
Sehun decides to dye his hair blond. He’s been mopey all day after making the mistake of his life, aka liking one Jongin’s Instagram pictures with Luhan. They are obviously close again. Curse his stalking skills. But, seriously, no wonder Jongin fucked him. The guy is pretty, beautiful, even.
What else was there for him to do, except dye his hair until he goes bald, eating Cheetos until he weighs 400 pounds and listen to same old love by Selena Gomez until his ears bleed.
Yes, Selena Gomez. He’s into that.
The music is loud and he’s lost in the beat, and he doesn’t hear Kyungsoo and Baekhyun opening the door. They catch him lying on his bed, a ripped plastic bag tied around his head while he waits for the hair dye to do its job.
"Well, hello there, Bridget Jones.” Baekhyun says, stopping the music and taking a few seconds to take in the scene, undoubtedly judging his best friend’s decisions. “Healing hair dyeing? Interesting.”
“Just two more years. Two more years and I won’t have to see your ass ever again.” Sehun mutters as he picks up a Cheeto from his lap and pops it into his mouth.
“Gross. Anyways, we've been invited to a party!" Baekhyun exclaims, Kyungsoo trailing in close behind him. When did they get the keys to my apartment?
"We?" Sehun echoes. He isn't a social outcast, having a decent amount of friends and acquaintances. He rarely shows up to parties he’s invited to, so people stopped inviting him altogether. "You sure about that?"
"Yeah, it'll be fun." Baekhyun says. “You know Yixing, right? It’s his birthday and he bought some good stuff,” he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.
“Whatever that means, Baek. Is Chanyeol going? Because if he is, you two just want me to stick to him all night so you,” he points a finger at Kyungsoo “can finger bang your girlfriend, and you,” he turns to Baekhyun now, “can hook up without Chanyeol third wheeling you."
"You little piece of shit, don't come if you don't want to but Jongin will probably be there…” Kyungsoo looks around and his eyes stop at Sehun’s computer. “For god’s sake, stop stalking him!”
Sehun covers his face with his hands.
Unfortunately, Sehun’s suspicions were right. Kyungsoo has been in a corner for hours doing some straight shit with his girlfriend and Baekhyun walked hand in hand to one of the bedrooms with some guy Sehun doesn’t recognize.
Hours pass by, Sehun sipping what Chanyeol calls the grown up stuff. It has to be made of vodka or tequila and God knows what else. He realizes too late that he’s a bit of a lightweight, head dizzy with the alcohol.
Jongin never showed up. Not like Sehun wanted to see his dumb face anyways.
Sehun wakes up hours later, unsure of where he is. He feels like shit, achy and limbs heavy with sleep. He sits up, reluctantly opening his eyes. His head feels like it’s gonna explode with bright light that fills his vision. He wrinkles at an unpleasant scent that hits him with consciousness. He soon discovers, the awful smell is coming from the vomit on his clothes (which aren’t really his, by the way).
“Good morning my dirty, naughty boy! Isn’t it a beautiful day to be alive?” Baekhyun says obnoxiously.
“It’s too early for your shit. Do any of you have painkillers? I’m dying. Where are we?”
“Still at Yixing’s. You passed out last night. I swear you were the life of the party, man,” Baekhyun says and everyone else in the room laughs.
“What did I do?” Sehun feels his face getting hotter by the second. Yixing and two other guys are looking at him from the kitchen and he’s pretty sure they’re whispering about him.
“The real question is, what you didn’t do. You gave strangers lap dances, you took off most of your clothes while dancing, and you punched a poor guy-”
“And you didn’t stop me?” Sehun interrupts him, mortified.
“-you even did body shots, but the most important thing...” he laughs uncontrollably. “Shit I can’t even, you tell him Kyung.”
“You called Jongin and… Well you were very explicit about, you know…” Kyungsoo looks incredibly uncomfortable.
“Hunnie bunny, you are a pervert!” Baekhyun says “I’m so proud of you son!”
“You are lying! I don’t even have his number, how could…”
“That’s the best part! You used my phone! I recorded the call. Your fantasies are now my ringtone!” Chanyeol says, laughing like a hyena. “Call me Baek! Let’s show him!”
“Give me that,” Sehun says, grabbing the cell phone and walking to what he supposes is the bathroom. They’re probably lying.
He hears Baekhyun shout, “don’t bother deleting the call, we all have it!”
What a lousy excuse for friends he has.
“Hello.”
“Hello Kim Jondick. This is Oh Sehun, the boy you likeeeee… Do you know how much I hate you? …I feel like something is missing in my life, probaaably you between my legs. Hahaha, I’m cute right? But you, you are like the sexiest man alive. Just after David Beckham, of course. You take my breath away, not literally but in a good way. Hey, quick question, what’s your favourite position?”
“Oh Sehun are you drunk? Where are you? Is Chanyeol there too? Do you need me to go pick you up?”
“No, I just need you to fuck me till I can’t walk. See, if I told you, you have a sexy body, would you press it against me? That’s a fucking serious question. Honestly, you’re hot, dumb but hot . . . How is it possible to like and detest someone at the same time? You wear toilet paper tees, that’s not cool. You’re an assholeeee. How’s your night going? I’m naked by the way. We would be having so much fun if you were here right now… Why am I horny and you’re not here?”
“Sehun I don’t think you…”
“Shhh! I’m picturing you naked right now. Shit. With that body, you have my permission to be rough. Kim Jondick indeed. I have a nice butt. I squat. I want you to fuck my mouth with your big dick till I can’t breathe. Oh, and you can come on my face, my mouth…I’m not a spitter. Spitters are quitters. Hey, can I sit on your face? …”
Jongin chokes, and at any other moment, Sehun would have laughed.
“Uuuughhh...That slice of pizza is coming back, I gotta go. But seriously I like you as much as I hate your ignorant ass. If you like me even just a little, please deal with my fucking second round virginity…”
OH, GOD NO.
7
Sehun thinks his childhood neighbours underestimated his abilities when they didn't let him play hide and seek with them, because right now he is doing a damn good job hiding from Jongin. He's so deep in thought his buzzing cell phone makes him jump in surprise.
A few texts invade his cell phone:
Kyung gave me your number
You're dumb but luckily for you, you're hot and I'm nice so I still like you.
I saw you running away from me this morning, you run like a 6 year old girl in heels. Please stop.
I literally just saw you hiding behind Baekhyun…are you fucking kidding me, Oh Sehun? You're at least 3 feet taller than him.
Meet me on 4th avenue café at 5 pm
Don’t even think of not showing up or I swear I’ll spam every single student with the audio of the call.
Jongin is mean. Sehun just can’t get a rest.
“Look, I’m not gonna say I’m sorry even though I’m kinda sorry because that’s so not me. I was drunk. Drugged probably. So... yeah whatever,” Sehun says, sitting across Jongin. The café is almost empty and he couldn’t be more grateful.
“You ramble when you’re nervous,” Jongin says offhandedly. “I know there’s some truth in the things you said “that night”
“I-”
“Just let me finish. I like you, you like me, let’s give us another chance, please? Don’t get me wrong, that ass of yours is too tempting, but I want to know more about you first. I want to know if that cardboard face of yours ever smiles. If it’s true you cry every time you watch Dobby die. If you’re a sore loser when you play videogames. If your hair is as soft as it looks and last but not least, if you really wear Rilakkuma briefs.”
Sehun snorts. Of course his friends would defame him.
“Hi, I’m Jongin, I’m a dance major. I sleep a fucking lot. I could wear flip flops all day and my vision is shit. I like Naruto and strawberry milk.”
“Hi, I’m Sehun. I wear Rilakkuma briefs because I can. I like strawberry milk too. Buy me some” He leans on and presses his lips against Jongin’s.
They kiss till their lips are sore and their hearts beat worryingly fast.
“Disgusting,” Sehun says, laughing.
Maybe he hates Jongin a little less now.
9
Sehun is not nervous. Not at all. He’s done this a million times before. No, not a million times. Just 14 or 16 times but who’s keeping count, really?
Okay, he's actually going crazy. He walks in circles, perfectly aware that Jongin will be knocking on his door anytime soon. He’s been dating the guy for four long months as of today and it has been awful.
Awful because Jongin wanted to take things slow, shower him with affection and go on dates to do all those cheesy things musicians sing about; Sehun just wants to get fuck to oblivion.
That’s basically why he still hates Jongin.
8
“Keep saying you's a freak, you gon' prove it or nah? Is you sucking me or fucking me or nah?” He used to sing while curled up with his dumbass boyfriend because subtlety isn’t his thing.
Jongin snorts. “Stop it.”
“I miss sex. Correction, I need sex”
“I know,” Jongin simply said, eyes still closed, chin resting on Sehun’s head.
“I think we would have amazing sex,” Sehun continued while casually moving his leg to rest between Jongin’s.
“I don’t think, I’m sure of it.”
Sehun suddenly sat up. “Holy shit!” he yelled, eyes wide. “Next Friday makes one year since I’ve gotten any.” He covered his mouth with his hands, then pointed a finger to Jongin. “You’re a shitty boyfriend, you know that? How much longer you wanna wait? What if a car runs me over tomorrow? What if a shark bites off your dick next time you go to the beach? What if-”
“Okay.”
“-Baekhyun gives me one more sex 101 lesson and I end up traumatized and …wait what?”
“Let’s do it. I think by now you already know how I feel about you, and God knows how badly I wanna pop your second cherry.”
Sehun grinned, jumping on top of his boyfriend. If they can’t have sex just yet they might as well get familiar with foreplay.
9
Right now, he's not quite sure he's ready for whatever is going to happen. He knows he’s getting laid, but not exactly how or how many times. He vaguely remembers what he told Jongin that unfortunate night he called him. What if Jongin wants to do what dumb, drunk Sehun said? His face heats up with embarrassment.
Three soft knocks bring him back to reality. He stands in front of the door and takes a deep breath before opening it.
"Hi," he breathes. He locks eyes with Jongin but Jongin doesn’t reply, instead he just stands there, staring at him in awkward silence.
Sehun lowers his gaze for a moment and is pleasantly surprised to see Jongin holding a bouquet of pink roses to his chest. He’s dressed to impress in a pink dress shirt, black slacks, and new, shiny shoes.
Sehun feels like a mess in comparison, with his ripped jeans and plain grey t-shirt. At least he took his time styling his hair, and put a bit of makeup on. Bless the Lord for making eyeliner look good on him.
"You-" Sehun doesn't get to say more, because Jongin steps inside the place and shuts the door with his foot.
In the next second, the roses are on the floor and Jongin has Sehun pressed up against said door. He stands there, looking at the blonde haired boy, and Sehun already feels exposed. Jongin's dark eyes look hungry, but full of adoration.
When Jongin finally kisses Sehun the world starts spinning. He kisses him hot and wet like his life depends on it. Jongin’s teeth occasionally knick his lips and it causes the most pleasurable pain Sehun's has ever felt. Not a single inch of Sehun's mouth remains unexplored.
Sehun wraps his long arms around Jongin’s neck and mewls into the kiss when strong hands squeeze his ass.
He feels his dick getting harder with every passing second.
He and Jongin are close but not close enough for his liking so he brings Jongin closer and starts grinding against him; their growing erections rubbing together through their pants. "Fuck, you're so hot," Jongin gasps.
Jongin looks at Sehun's kiss swollen lips and groans, "I could kiss you all day, but I have other plans for you." He moves his hands from Sehun's ass to his thighs. Sehun immediately gets the gist and he wraps his legs around Jongin's waist, letting himself be carried to bed.
Sehun is not pleased when Jongin gets up and moves away from him after a few more minutes of kissing. "What are you doing?" He asks, pouting, head still resting on the pile of pillows. The other simply smiles. He starts unbuttoning his pink dress shirt; his movements precise and full of confidence. He throws the piece of clothing somewhere and proceeds to remove his pants.
Sehun is about explode from anticipation.
Jongin is a sexy motherfucker and he knows it. He feels his mouth water, reminding him of that time he caught Jongin stepping out of the shower. Only this is a million times better. When Jongin is in nothing but his boxer briefs he starts playing with the waistband, slowly pulling them down until a trail of pubic hair is visible.
“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.” That’s all Sehun can say when an Adonis is half naked in front of him.
Jongin walks towards him. Sehun sits up on the edge of the bed, too fucking aroused to stay calm. Jongin stops in front of him and gracefully (and finally) takes the last piece of clothing off, his cock sprinting to freedom; red, veiny, and incredibly thick. Jongin grabs the base with one hand while the other runs up and down his length.
Sehun gasps loudly when he realises Jongin wasn't fully hard. His cock is at the moment at least an inch larger and somehow thicker. "Shit, shit, shit. You're gonna split me in half!" Sehun says before biting his lower lip;, half excited, half scared.
"Don’t worry, okay? When I finally fuck that pretty ass of yours, you'll be loose, wet, and twitching." Jongin’s raspy voice says. It sounds even better than it has in any of Sehun’s wet dreams.
"What you mean with finally? If you think my ass is pretty, undress me, and fuck me already. Or I'll come by just seeing you jack off, dumbass!"
"Good things come to those who wait.” Jongin teases.
"You gotta be kidding me." Sehun says, irritated.
"Lay down. Head on the pillows." Jongin orders and Sehun obeys immediately.
Jongin sits on his lap and Sehun curses because he's still fully clothed and can’t stop sweating. As if Jongin could read his mind, he rids him of his t-shirt while peppering kisses on each new section of exposed skin. He pays extra attention to Sehun's nipples; licking, biting, and sucking them.
When Sehun’s milky abdomen is in full display, Jongin moves up and sits on it. Sehun moans at the feeling of the other's naked body on top of him. Ass, cock, and balls too close to his face, making him too goddamn hot. Without even looking back, Jongin reaches out and rids Sehun of his belt in record time.
"Now close your eyes and lift your arms."
Sehun is too aroused to ask questions so he does as he's told. Soon enough, he feels his hands being tied to the headboard with his own belt.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck." The anticipation is killing him.
"You can open your eyes now. This was your request. Well, minus the belt. I just couldn't resist. Sehun, I'm gonna fuck your mouth and come all over your face."
Sehun feels his whole body burning. He's given a timid number of blowjobs before but no one has ever fucked his mouth, let alone come on his face. He didn't even know he was into that. He takes a good look at his boyfriend's cock and salivates. "O-okay," is all he manages to say and fuck, he's so hard and his pants are so tight it hurts.
"Okay, baby."
Jongin moves farther up and kneels so his thighs on either side of Sehun’s head. “Can you lick the tip then throat the dick or nah?” Jongin sings as to remind Sehun of his previous teasing. Sehun opens his pretty mouth as wide as he possibly can and Jongin pumps his dick a few times for good measure.
Jongin puts the tip of his dick inside Sehun’s mouth and stays still for a moment before pushing all in, his hands resting on top of Sehun’s tied ones and his head thrown back. His neck is stretched out and he looks so sexy. He looks down at Sehun when he hears him making small noises.
"Ready?" He asks and Sehun blinks in response.
Jongin starts slowly, his pace picking up with every thrust. Sehun gags every so often. His eyes are glassy, and half closed, but not once he breaks eye contact. Not even when a few tears finally make their way down his cheeks.
When Jongin's hips start moving frantically, he grabs Sehun’s forearms and digs his nails in them. It should be disgusting and embarrassing when his balls hit Sehun’s chin, but it’s not. It’s the hottest thing they’ve both ever experienced.
Saliva starts dripping from the corners Sehun’s stretched mouth, and Jongin says "god, fucking your mouth feels so good. I can’t even imagine how fucking your ass will feel." Sehun hums in response and makes little noises that cause his throat to vibrate, driving Jongin to the edge. He pulls out of Sehun's mouth with a not so elegant sound.
Just seconds later Jongin is releasing his load with a loud moan, his hands guiding his dick to Sehun's face, making sure that not even an inch of skin stays untouched.. Sehun feels an overwhelming wave of pleasure taking over his body, he closes his eyes sticks out his tongue to savour some of the other's seed. "So greedy." Jongin says amused.
"So tasty." Sehun replies, only after swallowing and licking his lips.
Jongin admires his work for a short while. Sehun is still panting hastily and his pretty face is covered with cum, most of it stuck to his eyelashes. Sehun’s eyeliner is smudged and his hair is in disarray.. Jongin can’t believe his luck.
"Quit staring before I start questioning where my morals went!"
"I'm sorry, princess."
"Shut the fuck up and untie my hands. My face feels funny, I need to clean up and take care of something."
Jongin reaches up to free the boy’s hands before he gets up to walk to the bathroom, his body gloriously naked. Not that Sehun is ogling. He returns in no time with a wet towel and cleans Sehun’s face carefully.
"Maybe I should, you know, take a shower." Sehun says.
"Nah, you're okay. Besides, you know I’ll take care of your problem.” Jongin says before looking down. He’s shocked when his eyes catch a huge wet spot on Sehun’s jeans. To be more specific, on the crotch area. "Holy fuck, Sehun you came!"
"Of course I did, you dumb shit. That that was my… umm…fantasy?” He blushes.
"You're one kinky little fucker. I think want to marry you."
"Oh my god, just fuck me already.”
Jongin makes that annoyingly endearing noise some people miscall laughter. He sits on the bed next to the other boy. “So eager. Let me take off these… shit how do you even put these on?”
“They are called skinny jeans for a reason, you ignorant fuck. Plus, they make my ass look good.”
“True. They gotta go, though.” Jongin struggles but manages to get Sehun’s lower body free from the piece of clothing. He stares at the toned pale legs, tiny waist, and nicely sculptured hips of his ridiculously handsome boyfriend. He is, unsurprisingly, wearing WAY TOO TIGHT Calvin’s.
“Were the Rilakkuma ones dirty?” Jongin chuckles. “You’re beautiful. I’m the luckiest man alive.” Three words threaten to leave his lips way too soon, so he lays on top of Sehun and kisses him instead.
It doesn’t take more than a few seconds to rid Sehun of his last garment and it definitely takes them both less than a few minutes to be hard again.
“Get on all fours.” Jongin says, trying to breathe properly.
Sehun complies. He feels dizzy with lust. “About time.” He says, trying to sound confident but the memory of Jongin’s size still scares him.
“The lube is in the top drawer.” He says, nodding his head toward the bureau next to the bed. He looks over his shoulder, about to ask the other why he is ignoring him, but he’s momentarily distracted when Jongin’s strong hands pull his ass cheeks far apart.
Soon enough Jongin’s hot, wet tongue, and thick lips are moving all over his cheeks and the cleft of his ass. Jongin presses his tongue to Sehun’s rim and begins to push past the ring of muscles. He reaches a hand around to rub Sehun’s balls. “Shit that feels good.” Sehun sighs as he begins to move his ass back and forth, fucking himself on Jongin’s tongue. “We… we gotta stop now… oh, shit.”
Jongin works his wonderful mouth a little longer before pulling away. “I got you doing things you never thought you'd do,” he says smugly.
It’s true though.
“I could eat you out all day, but I’m rock hard and can’t think of anything else but your tight ass around my dick. Lay on your back, I wanna see your pretty face.”
Sehun does as he is told. He swallows thickly when his boyfriend reaches for the lube.
He is about to get fuck by the guy he sort of loves to hate. Or hates loving? Whatever, who cares.
Jongin comes back to bed and lays on his side. He rubs the cold liquid between his fingers to warm it, then he grabs the Sehun’s thigh and places it over his hip. “Are you ready?”
“I’ve been ready for the past 122 days. Just get to it!”
Jongin laughs and reaches behind Sehun, massaging the area before inserting one finger. He watches as his lover’s face contorts in pain and tries to distract him by kissing his neck.
Soon, one finger turns into three and Sehun is a complete mess. He’s cursing, moaning and trembling. “Fuck me now!” Sehun somehow manages to yell, way too close to climax with the other’s long fingers brushing his sweet spot. Jongin pulls his fingers out of Sehun.
He wraps Sehun’s pale legs around his hips and moves to lay on top of him. He clasps his own dick in his hand and positions the tip at Sehun’s wet entrance. He pushes in very slowly; inch by inch until he’s deep inside.
He stares Sehun right in the eyes, unmoving, “I’m in love with you.”
It’s cheesy, cliché and maybe caused by the heat of the moment, but that doesn’t stop Sehun’s heart from beating frantically. “I think I’ve been in love with you since the first time I talked to you. That time you were looking at the rain and then ran away from Me.” he bites Sehun’s collarbones and starts moving, gaining speed with every thrust.
Sweat rolls over their bodies and the sound of skin against skin is so seductive making them feel overwhelmed. “Fuck, yes.” Sehun says when Jongin angles his hips right and hits his prostate dead on. “Do… that again… ngg.” He says, digging his ankles into firm ass cheeks.
Jongin shows no mercy. The clamping of muscles around him is all the encouragement he needs to go wild. He grabs Sehun’s legs and lifts them over his shoulders. With this new position he fucks him faster, deeper; better.
It’s not a surprise when Sehun comes first, untouched, his mouth forming a perfect “O”, and his neck stretching out impossibly. His cum lands everywhere, but doesn’t care.
This image added with the clenching of Sehun’s ass takes Jongin to the edge. He comes inside Sehun a few thrusts after.
“So, you’re in love with me.” Sehun says teasingly.
“Yeah.” Jongin answers as he falls next to him, eyes closed and still panting, “Do you love me, Sehun?”
“I’m not sure…”
“Oh. Umm…” Jongin’s face falls.
Of course he wouldn’t admit it so easily. “Maybe after round two, I’ll have a clearer idea.”
Jongin smiles and kisses him passionately.
10
After 4 rounds, Sehun is sure, he’s completely and utterly in love with The Kim Jongin.
Prompt: #14
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~6500 words
Side pairings: Mentions of past Kai/Luhan
Summary: A series of unfortunate events in Oh Sehun’s life, that may be the first steps to a life time journey next to the infamous, Kim Jongin.
Warning(s): Language, top!jongin, use of alcohol, rimming.
Notes: First of all, I want to thank the mod for being so supportive and even helping me find an amazing person to beta this story . All of you saved my life <3
To the prompter, I really hope I didn’t let you down. I’m sorry I used so many random references.
México presente :)
1
Jongin is a sadistic, vain piece of shit.
Who the fuck wears a t-shirt made of toilet paper?
Sehun is absolutely sure that shit doesn’t count as fabric, with the way Jongin’s nipples show as if they were screaming “hey, look at us!”
Sehun hates Jongin’s guts. And nipples. Who does he think he is?
Jongin is tall. His long, muscular legs carry him with the grace of a dancer. He looks like he belongs to one of those high fashion magazines; sharp jawline, thick luscious lips, and dark, hypnotizing eyes. To top it all off, he just dyed his hair red. Kim Jongin is, for pretty much everyone, the definition of sex and desire.
"He's so fucking hot," Baekhyun, Sehun's best friend, gushes, looking at the Devil's spawn waltzing through the school cafeteria like it's his own catwalk. “I swear, being a dancer only makes him even sexier.” Why is Baekhyun stating the obvious? Sehun hates him, now, too. "I heard he even did Luhan. Like, how did that happen?" Baekhyun continues. "I mean, sure, Jongin is unfairly good looking, but Luhan is so kind and sweet. I never imagined he was into bad boys."
“Oh my god, I’ve told you a million times, Jongin’s not a bad boy. He’s really nice when you get to know him. He’s, dare I say, shy, even,” Chanyeol pitches in. He should know, seeing how he’s the only one who’s friends with the guy.
No shy person would dress, walk or breathe like Kim Jongin. “Shy my ass!” Sehun says, just a little too loudly, punctuating his statement with an angry fist against the lunch table. His little outburst draws everyone’s attention. Even dark, amused eyes look at him.
Oh Sehun hates Kim Jongin with a passion.
2
The second Sehun steps out of the hellhole otherwise known as college, he feels like a weight is lifted off his shoulders. Free, finally, he thinks, and then pouts when a small voice in the back of his head tells him free for the weekend only, you gotta be back on Monday.
He tries to cheer himself up, thinking of his warm bed and his best friend Pinku Pinku, (yeah, his BFF is a stuffed animal because fuck Byun Baekbitch) waiting for him at home so they can spend the next 48 hours hibernating together. Unfortunately, it’s raining and he didn’t bring an umbrella.
While waiting for the rain to slow down, he has that philosophical moment where he questions the origin of the universe and all of the other shit one has no control over.
To be honest, Sehun is a good student, or used to be; he’s not sure anymore. His dreams of becoming a successful musician are slowly but surely fading away. His freshmen year was excellent, with straight A's in all of his classes but, he sadly can't say the same about his second year. He dreads the moment he leaves his apartment. He is exhausted and miserable, mostly because of this one teacher who likes to channel his inner Severus Snape and lash out on to him, but Sehun has no wand to defend himself; why is his life so hard?
There’s also The Kim Jongin making his life miserable just by existing.
Sehun does that horrible “ew, I just swallowed” face because Jongin just appeared in his mind, smiling, and he looks so heavenly. Imaginary Jongin looks just like the real thing.
“You love rainy days too? But don’t you have an umbrella, you’ll get sick walking in the rain?” Imaginary Jongin asks with a deep voice, standing dangerously close, “Here, you can have mine.”
Sehun blinks dumbly a few times until he finally realizes the boy isn’t a product of his imagination. He’s standing in front of him, with a confused, worried face.
“No fucking way!” Sehun shouts when he comes back to reality, shaking his head furiously. He runs away from Jongin so fast that he can’t even feel the rain hitting his face.
“Snot is coming out of my nose like Niagara Falls, please do something,” Sehun says through the phone. It’s past midnight and he’s sick. Sadly, Pinku Pinku can’t fulfill all friend duties which leaves him to call the second best, Baekhyun.
Fucking Kim Jongin makes him sick. Quite literally.
The couple of weeks following the rain incident, Sehun starts seeing the boy everywhere. Sehun reasons Jongin can catch his scent from miles away and comes to play with him just to further mess with his mind. He still hates him.
"Jongin's staring at you - again. I don't understand. He's the hottest guy on campus and for some unknown reason he happens to find your bitch face attractive, so why are you ignoring him?" Baekhyun asks, clearly annoyed. He runs a hand through his hair for dramatic effect. Sehun rolls his eyes.
Both of them watch Jongin as he walks to a nearby table with his (equally dumb but less attractive) friends. They’re quite good looking, or that’s what people say. After seeing Jongin’s face for the first time, everyone else magically turned into fucking gnomes in his eyes.
Shit, he needs to get laid soon to get rid of his SO-NOT-CRUSH. He knows sex is a good stress reliever, and for god's sake his stress levels are higher than Britney Spears' in 2007, so why isn't he getting any? He's twenty, beautiful, and horny. Damn it!
“Shut up! I’d never date someone like Kim Jongin. Players are the worst because they are actually good. In bed, I mean. But then they don't want you anymore and what the fuck are you supposed to do with all the feelings? He's probably just like that. I don't like him one bit. He's trash," Sehun says, loud and bitter. His friends stare with wide eyes, except they’re not quite looking at him, but behind him.
“So, I’m an asshole with good fucking skills?” Jongin says, and Sehun swears he can hear amusement in his voice. Sehun can’t bring himself to look at him. “If you ever wanna find out how good they are, just let me know,” he winks and keeps walking.
Thank God Jongin can’t see his pathetically flustered face.
His friends burst out laughing and Sehun really, really hates his life. And Kim Jongin.
3
Sehun walks to his classroom, late and grumpy. Halfway into ‘Snape’s’ class he feels someone breathing dangerously close his ear, he’s about to tell the person to stay the fuck away from him but then a velvety voice says, "So, Sehun, your friends say you like me."
Sehun remains still. Traitors. He’s sure the seat behind his was empty when he arrived in class. The person continues, their mocking tone vaguely familiar, "or are you already in love with me or something?" Sehun looks back.
What the fuck is The Kim Jongin doing in a class as complicated as History of the Medieval Musical Movement. He probably can’t even read.
He regains his composure after a few seconds. "Are you high, Kim Jondick? How could I possibly like an illiterate fuck like you?" Sehun frowns. He kind of wants to die because this is embarrassing, and how can someone look so good without even trying.
"Kim Jondick? I see you've been warned about my size." Jongin chuckles. His face is tilted to the side and red bangs cover his forehead. "You can't like me if you can't take dick well."
Sehun wants to yell “fuck yes, I can!” at the other, but he thinks that might work against him. Instead, he stays silent for a moment; looking for a good comeback. He settles for "I really don't like players, and mind your language."
“You mind your language. You also have the wrong idea of me. I mean, yes, I like to fuck around, but when I’m in a relationship I stay faithful.” Jongin smiles stupidly, pearly whites visible and all. “Anyways, I like to see your ears get all red when I tease you. It’s cute.”
Sehun can only stare at Jongin's amazing features. He’s so goddamn attractive. His skin definitely takes the cake. Normal human beings can only dream of bronzed, glowing skin like his. Sehun is envious. But most importantly, he is getting hard.
“Shit.”
He stands up and leaves in the middle of the class, ignoring the sound of their teacher calling after him. He hates Jongin, his skin and his possibly big dick. Not in that particular order.
Turns out, Jongin is now his classmate and Snape’s favourite student. Unfuckingbelievable. They’re probably plotting my downfall, Sehun thinks begrudgingly.
Sehun needs to boost his grade, so today he’s abnormally early for class in an attempt to squeeze in some more work. He busies himself by reading his notes, but is interrupted when he suddenly feels someone sitting next to him. "Get lost," he says without even looking up.
Jongin does that annoyingly cute noise that can hardly be called laughter "Feisty. I like that."
"No you don't," Sehun bites back, words coming out harsher than intended. He doesn’t regret it, not one bit, especially when the other is still wearing that smile.
"Are you saying you know more about my taste in guys than I do?"
"Yeah, so stop bothering me."
"Really? Enlighten me then, Sehun."
Sehun tries not to think much about the sound of his name rolling off Jongin’s tongue like that. "Okay, if you insist,” he sighs. Against his better judgement, he turns to look at Jongin. He’s even hotter up close. “You like guys like Luhan. Good hearted and pliant to your every desire."
Jongin raises a brow. "I'm not the playboy you think I am, just like you don’t hate me. I really like you. I've liked you for a long time now.” He absentmindedly places his hand on Sehun’s cheek for a second, before moving away.
Sehun makes a sound similar to a dying but aroused whale.
"Sorry, I know I’ve been a little too aggressive but I just don't know how to act in front of you. Besides, you go around with your skin tight jeans and fluffy hair and it's really frustrating because you unconsciously make me want you in every possible way."
"No, no, no, no. You can't like me! I despise you! Take back all you said!" His heart feels ten times heavier. "Admit you're lying!"
"I'm not lying and I'm gonna prove it to you," Jongin says, voice turning serious. He looks at the other for a few more seconds, before he winks and stands up, moving to sit at the very back of the classroom.
4
Someone starts leaving food and small presents in every place Sehun frequents, always with cute notes beside them. Today, a transparent bottle of pink liquid with an equally pink note rest on his seat.
"Drink me. I'm good and tasty. Just like J."
At least the fucker knows strawberry is his favourite…
5
It’s a sunny day, and Sehun’s laying down in the campus park, grass tickling his arms while he tries to catch some rays. His head rests on Baekhyun’s lap. They’re watching a few students play American football. They’re all pretty bad, and he’s tempted to teach them a thing or two, but he’s too tired to move.
Suddenly, Jongin steps in the middle of a badly planned move, stealing the ball. Of course the fucker knows how to play. . He laughs and flirts with everyone like he didn’t confess to Sehun a few days back.
Fucking liar.
“Sehun, enough with the faces already. You look creepy. Chanyeol creepy.” Baekhyun says, interrupting his thoughts.
“Wow, that’s one horrible insult. Boundaries”
“You two are ridiculous, you know that, right?” Kyungsoo says, coming from nowhere. He’s one of Jongin’s friends, but Sehun isn’t sure where he stands with Kyungsoo. He has a parental quality to him, but at the same time he doesn’t really give a fuck about you unless you fuck with him and you don’t want to fuck with him. The guy may be tiny, but so are Chihuahuas and one of those diabolic creatures bit Sehun once.
"I don’t know what you are talking about," Sehun says, trying to feign disinterest, but it’s impossible to take his eyes off of the scene in front of him. Is Jongin flirting with Luhan? Are they fucking again?
“No they’re not,” Kyungsoo says, not bothering to hide his annoyance. “You’re thinking out loud.”
Baekhyun stops playing affectionately with Sehun’s hair to smack his head. "Why are you so stupid? He likes you and you obviously like him. How long has it been since you last… you know, did the dirty?"
“Oh my god, I’m not gonna talk about my sex life. Or the lack of it,” Sehun says, doing the math in his head. Eight months?
“Holy shit! Son, you’re a second round virgin! ” Baekhyun laughs like a maniac. “You need to get back to business.”
“Second round virgin?”
“Really? That’s sex 101. It’s when you don’t get fuck in a while so you get all nice and tight like a virgin all over again.”
“You’re disgusting,” Sehun says, throwing an arm over his eyes.
"You should tell Jonginnie you want to walk under the rain holding his hand and have his babies.” Baekhyun mocks, and Kyungsoo laughs for the first time since Sehun met him.
Great, Sehun thinks, his sex life is a joke.
6
Sehun decides to dye his hair blond. He’s been mopey all day after making the mistake of his life, aka liking one Jongin’s Instagram pictures with Luhan. They are obviously close again. Curse his stalking skills. But, seriously, no wonder Jongin fucked him. The guy is pretty, beautiful, even.
What else was there for him to do, except dye his hair until he goes bald, eating Cheetos until he weighs 400 pounds and listen to same old love by Selena Gomez until his ears bleed.
Yes, Selena Gomez. He’s into that.
The music is loud and he’s lost in the beat, and he doesn’t hear Kyungsoo and Baekhyun opening the door. They catch him lying on his bed, a ripped plastic bag tied around his head while he waits for the hair dye to do its job.
"Well, hello there, Bridget Jones.” Baekhyun says, stopping the music and taking a few seconds to take in the scene, undoubtedly judging his best friend’s decisions. “Healing hair dyeing? Interesting.”
“Just two more years. Two more years and I won’t have to see your ass ever again.” Sehun mutters as he picks up a Cheeto from his lap and pops it into his mouth.
“Gross. Anyways, we've been invited to a party!" Baekhyun exclaims, Kyungsoo trailing in close behind him. When did they get the keys to my apartment?
"We?" Sehun echoes. He isn't a social outcast, having a decent amount of friends and acquaintances. He rarely shows up to parties he’s invited to, so people stopped inviting him altogether. "You sure about that?"
"Yeah, it'll be fun." Baekhyun says. “You know Yixing, right? It’s his birthday and he bought some good stuff,” he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.
“Whatever that means, Baek. Is Chanyeol going? Because if he is, you two just want me to stick to him all night so you,” he points a finger at Kyungsoo “can finger bang your girlfriend, and you,” he turns to Baekhyun now, “can hook up without Chanyeol third wheeling you."
"You little piece of shit, don't come if you don't want to but Jongin will probably be there…” Kyungsoo looks around and his eyes stop at Sehun’s computer. “For god’s sake, stop stalking him!”
Sehun covers his face with his hands.
Unfortunately, Sehun’s suspicions were right. Kyungsoo has been in a corner for hours doing some straight shit with his girlfriend and Baekhyun walked hand in hand to one of the bedrooms with some guy Sehun doesn’t recognize.
Hours pass by, Sehun sipping what Chanyeol calls the grown up stuff. It has to be made of vodka or tequila and God knows what else. He realizes too late that he’s a bit of a lightweight, head dizzy with the alcohol.
Jongin never showed up. Not like Sehun wanted to see his dumb face anyways.
Sehun wakes up hours later, unsure of where he is. He feels like shit, achy and limbs heavy with sleep. He sits up, reluctantly opening his eyes. His head feels like it’s gonna explode with bright light that fills his vision. He wrinkles at an unpleasant scent that hits him with consciousness. He soon discovers, the awful smell is coming from the vomit on his clothes (which aren’t really his, by the way).
“Good morning my dirty, naughty boy! Isn’t it a beautiful day to be alive?” Baekhyun says obnoxiously.
“It’s too early for your shit. Do any of you have painkillers? I’m dying. Where are we?”
“Still at Yixing’s. You passed out last night. I swear you were the life of the party, man,” Baekhyun says and everyone else in the room laughs.
“What did I do?” Sehun feels his face getting hotter by the second. Yixing and two other guys are looking at him from the kitchen and he’s pretty sure they’re whispering about him.
“The real question is, what you didn’t do. You gave strangers lap dances, you took off most of your clothes while dancing, and you punched a poor guy-”
“And you didn’t stop me?” Sehun interrupts him, mortified.
“-you even did body shots, but the most important thing...” he laughs uncontrollably. “Shit I can’t even, you tell him Kyung.”
“You called Jongin and… Well you were very explicit about, you know…” Kyungsoo looks incredibly uncomfortable.
“Hunnie bunny, you are a pervert!” Baekhyun says “I’m so proud of you son!”
“You are lying! I don’t even have his number, how could…”
“That’s the best part! You used my phone! I recorded the call. Your fantasies are now my ringtone!” Chanyeol says, laughing like a hyena. “Call me Baek! Let’s show him!”
“Give me that,” Sehun says, grabbing the cell phone and walking to what he supposes is the bathroom. They’re probably lying.
He hears Baekhyun shout, “don’t bother deleting the call, we all have it!”
What a lousy excuse for friends he has.
“Hello.”
“Hello Kim Jondick. This is Oh Sehun, the boy you likeeeee… Do you know how much I hate you? …I feel like something is missing in my life, probaaably you between my legs. Hahaha, I’m cute right? But you, you are like the sexiest man alive. Just after David Beckham, of course. You take my breath away, not literally but in a good way. Hey, quick question, what’s your favourite position?”
“Oh Sehun are you drunk? Where are you? Is Chanyeol there too? Do you need me to go pick you up?”
“No, I just need you to fuck me till I can’t walk. See, if I told you, you have a sexy body, would you press it against me? That’s a fucking serious question. Honestly, you’re hot, dumb but hot . . . How is it possible to like and detest someone at the same time? You wear toilet paper tees, that’s not cool. You’re an assholeeee. How’s your night going? I’m naked by the way. We would be having so much fun if you were here right now… Why am I horny and you’re not here?”
“Sehun I don’t think you…”
“Shhh! I’m picturing you naked right now. Shit. With that body, you have my permission to be rough. Kim Jondick indeed. I have a nice butt. I squat. I want you to fuck my mouth with your big dick till I can’t breathe. Oh, and you can come on my face, my mouth…I’m not a spitter. Spitters are quitters. Hey, can I sit on your face? …”
Jongin chokes, and at any other moment, Sehun would have laughed.
“Uuuughhh...That slice of pizza is coming back, I gotta go. But seriously I like you as much as I hate your ignorant ass. If you like me even just a little, please deal with my fucking second round virginity…”
OH, GOD NO.
7
Sehun thinks his childhood neighbours underestimated his abilities when they didn't let him play hide and seek with them, because right now he is doing a damn good job hiding from Jongin. He's so deep in thought his buzzing cell phone makes him jump in surprise.
A few texts invade his cell phone:
Kyung gave me your number
You're dumb but luckily for you, you're hot and I'm nice so I still like you.
I saw you running away from me this morning, you run like a 6 year old girl in heels. Please stop.
I literally just saw you hiding behind Baekhyun…are you fucking kidding me, Oh Sehun? You're at least 3 feet taller than him.
Meet me on 4th avenue café at 5 pm
Don’t even think of not showing up or I swear I’ll spam every single student with the audio of the call.
Jongin is mean. Sehun just can’t get a rest.
“Look, I’m not gonna say I’m sorry even though I’m kinda sorry because that’s so not me. I was drunk. Drugged probably. So... yeah whatever,” Sehun says, sitting across Jongin. The café is almost empty and he couldn’t be more grateful.
“You ramble when you’re nervous,” Jongin says offhandedly. “I know there’s some truth in the things you said “that night”
“I-”
“Just let me finish. I like you, you like me, let’s give us another chance, please? Don’t get me wrong, that ass of yours is too tempting, but I want to know more about you first. I want to know if that cardboard face of yours ever smiles. If it’s true you cry every time you watch Dobby die. If you’re a sore loser when you play videogames. If your hair is as soft as it looks and last but not least, if you really wear Rilakkuma briefs.”
Sehun snorts. Of course his friends would defame him.
“Hi, I’m Jongin, I’m a dance major. I sleep a fucking lot. I could wear flip flops all day and my vision is shit. I like Naruto and strawberry milk.”
“Hi, I’m Sehun. I wear Rilakkuma briefs because I can. I like strawberry milk too. Buy me some” He leans on and presses his lips against Jongin’s.
They kiss till their lips are sore and their hearts beat worryingly fast.
“Disgusting,” Sehun says, laughing.
Maybe he hates Jongin a little less now.
9
Sehun is not nervous. Not at all. He’s done this a million times before. No, not a million times. Just 14 or 16 times but who’s keeping count, really?
Okay, he's actually going crazy. He walks in circles, perfectly aware that Jongin will be knocking on his door anytime soon. He’s been dating the guy for four long months as of today and it has been awful.
Awful because Jongin wanted to take things slow, shower him with affection and go on dates to do all those cheesy things musicians sing about; Sehun just wants to get fuck to oblivion.
That’s basically why he still hates Jongin.
8
“Keep saying you's a freak, you gon' prove it or nah? Is you sucking me or fucking me or nah?” He used to sing while curled up with his dumbass boyfriend because subtlety isn’t his thing.
Jongin snorts. “Stop it.”
“I miss sex. Correction, I need sex”
“I know,” Jongin simply said, eyes still closed, chin resting on Sehun’s head.
“I think we would have amazing sex,” Sehun continued while casually moving his leg to rest between Jongin’s.
“I don’t think, I’m sure of it.”
Sehun suddenly sat up. “Holy shit!” he yelled, eyes wide. “Next Friday makes one year since I’ve gotten any.” He covered his mouth with his hands, then pointed a finger to Jongin. “You’re a shitty boyfriend, you know that? How much longer you wanna wait? What if a car runs me over tomorrow? What if a shark bites off your dick next time you go to the beach? What if-”
“Okay.”
“-Baekhyun gives me one more sex 101 lesson and I end up traumatized and …wait what?”
“Let’s do it. I think by now you already know how I feel about you, and God knows how badly I wanna pop your second cherry.”
Sehun grinned, jumping on top of his boyfriend. If they can’t have sex just yet they might as well get familiar with foreplay.
9
Right now, he's not quite sure he's ready for whatever is going to happen. He knows he’s getting laid, but not exactly how or how many times. He vaguely remembers what he told Jongin that unfortunate night he called him. What if Jongin wants to do what dumb, drunk Sehun said? His face heats up with embarrassment.
Three soft knocks bring him back to reality. He stands in front of the door and takes a deep breath before opening it.
"Hi," he breathes. He locks eyes with Jongin but Jongin doesn’t reply, instead he just stands there, staring at him in awkward silence.
Sehun lowers his gaze for a moment and is pleasantly surprised to see Jongin holding a bouquet of pink roses to his chest. He’s dressed to impress in a pink dress shirt, black slacks, and new, shiny shoes.
Sehun feels like a mess in comparison, with his ripped jeans and plain grey t-shirt. At least he took his time styling his hair, and put a bit of makeup on. Bless the Lord for making eyeliner look good on him.
"You-" Sehun doesn't get to say more, because Jongin steps inside the place and shuts the door with his foot.
In the next second, the roses are on the floor and Jongin has Sehun pressed up against said door. He stands there, looking at the blonde haired boy, and Sehun already feels exposed. Jongin's dark eyes look hungry, but full of adoration.
When Jongin finally kisses Sehun the world starts spinning. He kisses him hot and wet like his life depends on it. Jongin’s teeth occasionally knick his lips and it causes the most pleasurable pain Sehun's has ever felt. Not a single inch of Sehun's mouth remains unexplored.
Sehun wraps his long arms around Jongin’s neck and mewls into the kiss when strong hands squeeze his ass.
He feels his dick getting harder with every passing second.
He and Jongin are close but not close enough for his liking so he brings Jongin closer and starts grinding against him; their growing erections rubbing together through their pants. "Fuck, you're so hot," Jongin gasps.
Jongin looks at Sehun's kiss swollen lips and groans, "I could kiss you all day, but I have other plans for you." He moves his hands from Sehun's ass to his thighs. Sehun immediately gets the gist and he wraps his legs around Jongin's waist, letting himself be carried to bed.
Sehun is not pleased when Jongin gets up and moves away from him after a few more minutes of kissing. "What are you doing?" He asks, pouting, head still resting on the pile of pillows. The other simply smiles. He starts unbuttoning his pink dress shirt; his movements precise and full of confidence. He throws the piece of clothing somewhere and proceeds to remove his pants.
Sehun is about explode from anticipation.
Jongin is a sexy motherfucker and he knows it. He feels his mouth water, reminding him of that time he caught Jongin stepping out of the shower. Only this is a million times better. When Jongin is in nothing but his boxer briefs he starts playing with the waistband, slowly pulling them down until a trail of pubic hair is visible.
“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.” That’s all Sehun can say when an Adonis is half naked in front of him.
Jongin walks towards him. Sehun sits up on the edge of the bed, too fucking aroused to stay calm. Jongin stops in front of him and gracefully (and finally) takes the last piece of clothing off, his cock sprinting to freedom; red, veiny, and incredibly thick. Jongin grabs the base with one hand while the other runs up and down his length.
Sehun gasps loudly when he realises Jongin wasn't fully hard. His cock is at the moment at least an inch larger and somehow thicker. "Shit, shit, shit. You're gonna split me in half!" Sehun says before biting his lower lip;, half excited, half scared.
"Don’t worry, okay? When I finally fuck that pretty ass of yours, you'll be loose, wet, and twitching." Jongin’s raspy voice says. It sounds even better than it has in any of Sehun’s wet dreams.
"What you mean with finally? If you think my ass is pretty, undress me, and fuck me already. Or I'll come by just seeing you jack off, dumbass!"
"Good things come to those who wait.” Jongin teases.
"You gotta be kidding me." Sehun says, irritated.
"Lay down. Head on the pillows." Jongin orders and Sehun obeys immediately.
Jongin sits on his lap and Sehun curses because he's still fully clothed and can’t stop sweating. As if Jongin could read his mind, he rids him of his t-shirt while peppering kisses on each new section of exposed skin. He pays extra attention to Sehun's nipples; licking, biting, and sucking them.
When Sehun’s milky abdomen is in full display, Jongin moves up and sits on it. Sehun moans at the feeling of the other's naked body on top of him. Ass, cock, and balls too close to his face, making him too goddamn hot. Without even looking back, Jongin reaches out and rids Sehun of his belt in record time.
"Now close your eyes and lift your arms."
Sehun is too aroused to ask questions so he does as he's told. Soon enough, he feels his hands being tied to the headboard with his own belt.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck." The anticipation is killing him.
"You can open your eyes now. This was your request. Well, minus the belt. I just couldn't resist. Sehun, I'm gonna fuck your mouth and come all over your face."
Sehun feels his whole body burning. He's given a timid number of blowjobs before but no one has ever fucked his mouth, let alone come on his face. He didn't even know he was into that. He takes a good look at his boyfriend's cock and salivates. "O-okay," is all he manages to say and fuck, he's so hard and his pants are so tight it hurts.
"Okay, baby."
Jongin moves farther up and kneels so his thighs on either side of Sehun’s head. “Can you lick the tip then throat the dick or nah?” Jongin sings as to remind Sehun of his previous teasing. Sehun opens his pretty mouth as wide as he possibly can and Jongin pumps his dick a few times for good measure.
Jongin puts the tip of his dick inside Sehun’s mouth and stays still for a moment before pushing all in, his hands resting on top of Sehun’s tied ones and his head thrown back. His neck is stretched out and he looks so sexy. He looks down at Sehun when he hears him making small noises.
"Ready?" He asks and Sehun blinks in response.
Jongin starts slowly, his pace picking up with every thrust. Sehun gags every so often. His eyes are glassy, and half closed, but not once he breaks eye contact. Not even when a few tears finally make their way down his cheeks.
When Jongin's hips start moving frantically, he grabs Sehun’s forearms and digs his nails in them. It should be disgusting and embarrassing when his balls hit Sehun’s chin, but it’s not. It’s the hottest thing they’ve both ever experienced.
Saliva starts dripping from the corners Sehun’s stretched mouth, and Jongin says "god, fucking your mouth feels so good. I can’t even imagine how fucking your ass will feel." Sehun hums in response and makes little noises that cause his throat to vibrate, driving Jongin to the edge. He pulls out of Sehun's mouth with a not so elegant sound.
Just seconds later Jongin is releasing his load with a loud moan, his hands guiding his dick to Sehun's face, making sure that not even an inch of skin stays untouched.. Sehun feels an overwhelming wave of pleasure taking over his body, he closes his eyes sticks out his tongue to savour some of the other's seed. "So greedy." Jongin says amused.
"So tasty." Sehun replies, only after swallowing and licking his lips.
Jongin admires his work for a short while. Sehun is still panting hastily and his pretty face is covered with cum, most of it stuck to his eyelashes. Sehun’s eyeliner is smudged and his hair is in disarray.. Jongin can’t believe his luck.
"Quit staring before I start questioning where my morals went!"
"I'm sorry, princess."
"Shut the fuck up and untie my hands. My face feels funny, I need to clean up and take care of something."
Jongin reaches up to free the boy’s hands before he gets up to walk to the bathroom, his body gloriously naked. Not that Sehun is ogling. He returns in no time with a wet towel and cleans Sehun’s face carefully.
"Maybe I should, you know, take a shower." Sehun says.
"Nah, you're okay. Besides, you know I’ll take care of your problem.” Jongin says before looking down. He’s shocked when his eyes catch a huge wet spot on Sehun’s jeans. To be more specific, on the crotch area. "Holy fuck, Sehun you came!"
"Of course I did, you dumb shit. That that was my… umm…fantasy?” He blushes.
"You're one kinky little fucker. I think want to marry you."
"Oh my god, just fuck me already.”
Jongin makes that annoyingly endearing noise some people miscall laughter. He sits on the bed next to the other boy. “So eager. Let me take off these… shit how do you even put these on?”
“They are called skinny jeans for a reason, you ignorant fuck. Plus, they make my ass look good.”
“True. They gotta go, though.” Jongin struggles but manages to get Sehun’s lower body free from the piece of clothing. He stares at the toned pale legs, tiny waist, and nicely sculptured hips of his ridiculously handsome boyfriend. He is, unsurprisingly, wearing WAY TOO TIGHT Calvin’s.
“Were the Rilakkuma ones dirty?” Jongin chuckles. “You’re beautiful. I’m the luckiest man alive.” Three words threaten to leave his lips way too soon, so he lays on top of Sehun and kisses him instead.
It doesn’t take more than a few seconds to rid Sehun of his last garment and it definitely takes them both less than a few minutes to be hard again.
“Get on all fours.” Jongin says, trying to breathe properly.
Sehun complies. He feels dizzy with lust. “About time.” He says, trying to sound confident but the memory of Jongin’s size still scares him.
“The lube is in the top drawer.” He says, nodding his head toward the bureau next to the bed. He looks over his shoulder, about to ask the other why he is ignoring him, but he’s momentarily distracted when Jongin’s strong hands pull his ass cheeks far apart.
Soon enough Jongin’s hot, wet tongue, and thick lips are moving all over his cheeks and the cleft of his ass. Jongin presses his tongue to Sehun’s rim and begins to push past the ring of muscles. He reaches a hand around to rub Sehun’s balls. “Shit that feels good.” Sehun sighs as he begins to move his ass back and forth, fucking himself on Jongin’s tongue. “We… we gotta stop now… oh, shit.”
Jongin works his wonderful mouth a little longer before pulling away. “I got you doing things you never thought you'd do,” he says smugly.
It’s true though.
“I could eat you out all day, but I’m rock hard and can’t think of anything else but your tight ass around my dick. Lay on your back, I wanna see your pretty face.”
Sehun does as he is told. He swallows thickly when his boyfriend reaches for the lube.
He is about to get fuck by the guy he sort of loves to hate. Or hates loving? Whatever, who cares.
Jongin comes back to bed and lays on his side. He rubs the cold liquid between his fingers to warm it, then he grabs the Sehun’s thigh and places it over his hip. “Are you ready?”
“I’ve been ready for the past 122 days. Just get to it!”
Jongin laughs and reaches behind Sehun, massaging the area before inserting one finger. He watches as his lover’s face contorts in pain and tries to distract him by kissing his neck.
Soon, one finger turns into three and Sehun is a complete mess. He’s cursing, moaning and trembling. “Fuck me now!” Sehun somehow manages to yell, way too close to climax with the other’s long fingers brushing his sweet spot. Jongin pulls his fingers out of Sehun.
He wraps Sehun’s pale legs around his hips and moves to lay on top of him. He clasps his own dick in his hand and positions the tip at Sehun’s wet entrance. He pushes in very slowly; inch by inch until he’s deep inside.
He stares Sehun right in the eyes, unmoving, “I’m in love with you.”
It’s cheesy, cliché and maybe caused by the heat of the moment, but that doesn’t stop Sehun’s heart from beating frantically. “I think I’ve been in love with you since the first time I talked to you. That time you were looking at the rain and then ran away from Me.” he bites Sehun’s collarbones and starts moving, gaining speed with every thrust.
Sweat rolls over their bodies and the sound of skin against skin is so seductive making them feel overwhelmed. “Fuck, yes.” Sehun says when Jongin angles his hips right and hits his prostate dead on. “Do… that again… ngg.” He says, digging his ankles into firm ass cheeks.
Jongin shows no mercy. The clamping of muscles around him is all the encouragement he needs to go wild. He grabs Sehun’s legs and lifts them over his shoulders. With this new position he fucks him faster, deeper; better.
It’s not a surprise when Sehun comes first, untouched, his mouth forming a perfect “O”, and his neck stretching out impossibly. His cum lands everywhere, but doesn’t care.
This image added with the clenching of Sehun’s ass takes Jongin to the edge. He comes inside Sehun a few thrusts after.
“So, you’re in love with me.” Sehun says teasingly.
“Yeah.” Jongin answers as he falls next to him, eyes closed and still panting, “Do you love me, Sehun?”
“I’m not sure…”
“Oh. Umm…” Jongin’s face falls.
Of course he wouldn’t admit it so easily. “Maybe after round two, I’ll have a clearer idea.”
Jongin smiles and kisses him passionately.
10
After 4 rounds, Sehun is sure, he’s completely and utterly in love with The Kim Jongin.