Hyung, will you still buy me bubble teas?
Pairing: Sehun/Suho
Length: +3,7k words
Rating: NC-17
Genre: (fail) smut OTL
!Warning: hello kitty vibrator ahead
Summary: Junmyeon feels like an old fart next to Sehun, but really Sehun doesn’t seem to mind the three years that he fears so much.
A/N: Okay sooo… this is a birthday fic for Claire~ (I’m sorry I really wanted to have it done by your birthday on 12/08 but this week was just fucking busy and I had just like no time to write because tired every time I had free time OTL) Guess who was seho anon lmao Hope you like it even if I suck at writing?? I’m still learning /tears Okay okay I did my best, smut is really awkward but I hope it’s ok? Not as awkward as they must be irl I guess. Hello Kitty vibrator because Hello Kitty vibrator. Y’know.
Please do not take this fail crack fic seriously because nothing on here is. Okay. Mh. (Also English isn’t my firt language so there may will be stupid mistakes OTL)
Junmyeon’s life is perfect.
He’s young, attractive, wealthy, and also an exemplary student at one of Seoul’s best schools. But that’s not to mention that he’s training at maybe the most famous Korean idols maker; SM Entertainment. Every day for almost five years, he goes to the company’s practice room after school, staying there until night in order to practice various subjects such as dancing, singing, acting or languages. Singing is his favorite one though, and also what people praise him for the most.
He could easily say that he’s more than satisfied with his life, but he still feels like something’s missing even though he has never been able to figure out what it was -or maybe he just never tried.
It only strikes him when he meets a certain Oh Sehun, and he swears he must be the stupidest guy on this planet to fall for such a guy.
* * *
“So you don’t give a fuck about being gay, but what makes you sick is being three freaking years older than him?” Jongdae sighs, tired of his best friend’s never-ending complaints.
Junmyeon’s secret crush on Sehun has almost been their only conversation topic for around two months now. Jongdae is seriously beginning to get tired of it, but Junmyeon is his friend, so what can he do? He can’t just let him there with his unspoken feelings, without anyone else to talk to; so he stays, casually inviting him to the nearest café so that they can freely talk without any eavesdroppers. But today, he’s determined to put an end to this bullshit, because well, isn’t it what friends are for?
“I’m not gay” Junmyeon retorts, anxiously looking around as he takes a sip of his bubble tea. They’re in their usual café, not far from SM’s building but still enough to have almost never seen any other trainee around.
Jongdae scoffs, sticking his tongue out. “Well, you’re. You should see how you look at him when he’s practicing. I’m sorry but it’s what’s called love.” Junmyeon is about to shut him up when Jongdae suddenly leans in over the table, a playful smile on his cat’s lips. “Also, I’m pretty sure the other day something was happening in your pa-” “Asshole. I don’t even get how you’re my best friend.” Jongdae giggles, trying not to laugh too loud at his friend’s red face and obvious embarrassment. He just loves teasing him, just like everyone else.
Jongdae leans back on his chair, stretching his arms. “You should just accept it. Don’t try to make me believe you’re not in love when the only thing we talk about is him.” Junmyeon looks up at his friend with puppy eyes. “So it’s that bad?”
Of course it is. Junmyeon can’t even lie to himself; it would be denying the reality. He is in love, and madly. He doesn’t count anymore the times he bought his cherished Sehun bubble teas even though he knew that Luhan did the same, and that Sehun probably didn’t care who gave him what he wanted, as long as he got it. Because he is just that demanding, Junmyeon thinks. Or the times when he should have practiced after school because he was still weak in dance or Chinese, but Sehun wanted to go shopping and no one else was free. And Junmyeon complied, forever lavishing him with everything he could ever want, not even feeling bad about it. Of course Jongdae tried to aware him of what he was going into, but Junmyeon was just blinded by his love.
But now he is starting to realize that, yes, things shouldn’t be so one-sided. But what is he supposed to do when all he is expected to be is a good hyung?
“I think you should make a move.”
Junmyeon’s eyes widen, almost spitting out his drink. “Do you think it’s that easy? It’s obvious that you never happened to be in love with a guy, that most of all is your dongsaeng.”
Jongdae laughs louder this time, almost scaring the whole café. “You said it! You said it!” He throws himself over the table in a hug to his best friend, but Junmyeon quickly pushes him away. “Can’t you just stay still for once; I swear sometimes you’re worse than Chanyeol.”
Even if Junmyeon kind of accepted his feelings now, the worst to him will definitely always be the age difference; he feels like a grandpa next to Sehun. He just can’t help it. Every time he sees his beloved’s genuine smiles and hears his awkward adolescent’s laughter, it’s like if the three years separating them slapped him right in the face. So he just stands on the side, not really sure if he’s waiting for Sehun to make a move -something that will probably never happen, he thinks- or just until he’ll forget about him and finds someone more appropriate -something that will probably never happen as well. Meanwhile, nothing has ever changed in their relationship since they met, already three years ago.
“Ok. I promise you I’ll do something.”
Jongdae’s smile widens. “When?”
“Today.”
Well, that was quick.
* * *
Junmyeon and Jongdae go to SM’s building after that. Jongdae goes practicing singing while Junmyeon decides to practice dancing instead, something that doesn’t fall on deaf ears considering that Sehun’s almost always there. Jongdae smiles as he watches his friend go, mentally crossing his fingers for him.
When Junmyeon arrives at the practice room, he suddenly feels this last-moment anxiety, not sure anymore about what he should do and if he really wants it. What if Sehun rejects him? Will he be able to ever look into his eyes ever again? He gulps, hesitates, before finally collecting himself and pushes the heavy swinging doors.
The music is really loud, louder than what they usually set. But the lights are dimmed, settling a rather comfortable mood, almost romantic. And in the middle of the wide room, someone’s dancing.
Oh Sehun.
Soft moves and flexible body, obviously too concentrated to notice Junmyeon’s barely moving figure. The boy perfectly mimics their seniors’ choreography, sliding on the floor and in the air as if it was the easiest thing. Junmyeon’s breath has literally been taken away. Sure Sehun’s dancing isn’t as perfect as one of the new trainee who arrived some months ago, Kim Jongin, but there’s something captivating on the way he moves that he’s never felt while watching Jongin. His heart misses a beat when a body wave occurs in the choreography, smooth and… sexy.
It’s only when the boy suddenly stops and angrily turns off the music, letting out a loud fuck, that Junmyeon realizes he’s been staring at him the whole time. And the boy doesn’t last to notice him.
“Hi” Sehun sounds slightly irritated, and Junmyeon wonders if it really is the right time to make a move.
“Why did you stop?” he finally asks, trying to chase the hotness that colored his cheeks red. “That was great!” He moves to Sehun, who already began to pack up his belongings.
He catches himself staring at the younger again, mentally slapping himself for being so shameless. He quickly looks away when Sehun stands up, holding a sweater, water bottle and towel in his arms. The boy slightly smirks before his jaded expression comes back on his flawless face.
“mh? Oh right, I made a mistake,” He frowns his eyebrows, a little pout on his lips. “I still have to practice this choreography; it’s harder than I thought.”
Junmyeon can’t help but bite his lower lip; he just loves it when Sehun looks irritated and shows that irresistible pout of his. They stay like this for a good minute that seems like hours to Junmyeon, watching Sehun wipe the sweat off his forehead.
“If you don’t mind I’m going to… go now.” Junmyeon’s heart jumps in his chest; for nothing in the world he can miss such opportunity.
He awkwardly grasps Sehun’s arm as he’s about to move away. “W-Wait, I’ve something to tell you.” Junmyeon avoids the younger’s inquiring eyes, feeling his cheeks warming up again. “I… I just…” But nothing comes out of his momentarily paralyzed lips, and all he can do is tighten his grasp around the boy’s bare arm.
“Well you can still tell me lat-”
But a sudden warm contact on his lips cuts Sehun all envy to finish his sentence. He finds an unexpected Junmyeon in front of him, their lips just barely touching. Junmyeon didn’t expect this sudden move either. He shuts his eyes closed, barely realizing what just happened and ready to be rejected. But instead he feels a light pressure on his mouth, hands cupping his face in an attempt to bring their faces closer. Chaste kiss that last for what seem hours before Junmyeon feels something wet pressing on his lips, asking to come in.
Guilt suddenly flows all over him, taking away all his determination.
He pushes Sehun, sputtering a weak “I’m sorry” before leaving the younger alone in the practice room.
What the fuck did just happen?
* * *
Later Junmyeon receives a text message from Sehun, asking him to come to his house. And you know how weak he’s when it comes to Sehun; he just can’t say no.
That’s a very embarrassed Junmyeon who arrives at the younger’s house, awkwardly ringing the house’s bell. It’s almost June, but nights are still cold, and Junmyeon only has the sweater he brought to the company’s building, not really expecting to have to do a little detour after his practice. He startles when the door suddenly opens in front of him.
“You’re finally there.” Sehun comments, a smile on his lips. At least Junmyeon is now sure that he’s not angry at him. That’s enough to relax him a little as he enters the younger’s house.
He doesn’t even have the time to make a comment on how pretty the decoration is before he feels a rough pressure on his lips, hands strongly grasping on his shoulders. This time the wet tongue isn’t as polite and roughly makes its way in Junmyeon’s agape mouth.
A second passes before he realizes what’s happening, again, but this time his mind doesn’t regain control. And he sees himself deepening the kiss, shoving his fingers in Sehun’s hair and twirling his needy tongue with the other’s. He lets out a moan when the younger pushes him against the flower-patterned wallpaper, breaking the contact.
“Sehun, I can’t do that!” He tries to push the boy away, but it’s worthless. “Shh… don’t you see that it’s also what I always wanted?” Junmyeon’s eyes widen before shutting close again, his mind starting to blur as he feels wet kisses trailing down his neck to his collarbones. “What- What do you mean?”
Sehun suddenly stops, looking up at the older with one of these are you fucking kidding me expressions that he did so well. “Well, the D, obviously.” Junmyeon nearly chokes but Sehun’s tongue is here again to save him. “I just happen to have this thing for my hyungs, and especially you…”
In another situation, Junmyeon would have probably felt offended, but well, he isn't in another situation. They kiss again, before Sehun initiates to take the older’s sweater off and accidentally removes his t-shirt as well. Junmyeon is now left shirtless, the younger enjoying the view for a few seconds before throwing the clothes away.
“I knew you had muscles but I didn’t except you to be so… tempting.” Junmyeon shivers at the contact of Sehun’s fresh fingers running down his abs. It’s not like he’s used to have someone else touching his body, and especially Sehun.
He tries to ignore the heat on his body that only rises when the younger leans down in front of him and he feels fluttering lips on his stomach. He pulls on the boy’s hair as curious hands begin to unbuckle his pants.
“Sehun… Sehun no…” The younger smirks. “Don’t worry, my parents are out for the week-end.” It’s not really what Junmyeon cared for the most, but at least he knows that he doesn’t have to worry about that.
As much as Junmyeon feels like an old fart he knows that it’s already too late to go back in time, and the only thing he can do right now is accepting the situation and let go. It’s not really like he doesn’t want it. Sehun kisses the tent his half-hard length is forming on his boxers, and Junmyeon feels the last barriers of his consciousness breaking into pieces at how indecent the younger’s pink lips are against the outstretched fabric.
Sehun is about to pull Junmyeon’s itching boxers down when he suddenly stops, a not-so-comforting smile on his lips. “Wait… I have a better idea.”
He grabs Junmyeon’s hand -who quickly picks up his clothes- leading him up the stairs to his bedroom. The younger pushes him on the bed before rummaging on his desk’s drawers. Junmyeon knows that things aren’t going to be as simple as he thought when Sehun turns over, hiding something in his back. And nearly has a heart-attack when a long, pink object appears in front of his face.
“WHAT THE-” Sehun chuckles, trying hard to hold back his laughter at the older’s shocked expression. “Don’t worry, it’s only a vibrator!”
How in the earth it’s supposed to reassure him, Junmyeon just doesn’t know. He gulps, wondering if things are going to stay as they’re or maybe, eventually, get worse. There’s a small white kitty head at the base of the thing that Junmyeon recognizes as the famous hello kitty, and he seriously wonders how such things can be produced by the same company that does plushies and toys for kids… but this is another problem and it seriously isn’t the right time to wonder about this.
“I- I don’t know how to use these things.” Sehun gives him a peck. “I’ll show you then~” He pushes Junmyeon back on the bed, now on top of the older’s half naked body.
Sehun sits up, playfully brushing his ass against Junmyeon’s clothed erection as he moves down. He stares at the older and turns on the vibrator like if it was some kind of dangerous weapon, and really Junmyeon is starting to wonder if it isn’t one. The constant noise is slightly annoying but they’ll probably forget about it sooner or later.
Junmyeon shivers when Sehun pulls down his already unzipped pants, grabbing his boxers at the same time, and he’s now stark naked while Sehun is still fully clothed. He doesn’t really have the time to think about how uncomfortable it could be before warm lips wrap around the tip of his hard-on. He whines, Sehun slowly dragging his wet tongue up and down his length, and he just has the time to get used to this new feeling before he feels something else on the inside of his thigh, cold and… vibrating. At first it’s weird to Junmyeon and he grabs the bed sheets as he tries to adjust, but after a few minutes his mind and body are already overwhelmed by pleasure and he wishes it could last forever. Sehun’s mouth is wet and soft against his cock, teasing, and Junmyeon has hard times fighting the urge to shove his length inside it, but he just can’t do that. He loves Sehun too much to be that rude.
He starts to wonder if Sehun cares that much about his own comfort when the younger suddenly stops and pulls down his pants and boxers, revealing an already hard cock and hands the vibrator to Junmyeon. “Now it’s your turn to please me.”
And Junmyeon complies, forever complies, he tries to sit up but Sehun pushes him back on the bed and gets on all four on top of him. He grabs the older’s hand and leads him up his ass, applying the now warmer toy against his entrance. Junmyeon doesn’t know what to do. He hesitates, trying to push it in but suddenly stops when Sehun lets out a loud moan. The younger grabs Junmyeon’s wrist again, and begins to make small movements. “No… Just like that.”
Junmyeon contemplates Sehun pleasuring himself on top of him, his face just a few centimeters away from his, heat filling up his whole body as the younger’s whines increase. He’s about to reach his own hard-on when Sehun suddenly falls on him, burying his face on the crook of his neck. “H-Hyung…” Junmyeon smiles; it’s probably not the first time Sehun uses this… and maybe even thinking about him. The younger’s hand drop down, and Junmyeon continues the circular motion.
“Hyung~ S-Stop” He freezes, concerned about how Sehun is feeling, if he’s doing it right. After all, isn’t it his first time? But the latter just leans down and cups his face, kissing him once again, before sitting up and leaving him to search for something else on his drawer. Junmyeon sits on the bed, turning the vibrator off.
Sehun throws a small bottle on the bed; lube. Junmyeon wonders how in the world Sehun owns all these things when he himself actually has nothing and is older, but it’s another problem.
The younger suddenly gets on all four on the bed, his ass up in the air. “Prepare me” Sehun orders with a whiny voice that Junmyeon knows is only on purpose. But there’s something on the younger’s smirk that hides something. Junmyeon is sure that he has something else in his mind. He knows it.
He pours a larger than necessary amount of lube on his fingers, before beginning to massage the younger’s entrance. He’s not really sure about how to do it, once again, but hopefully Sehun isn’t too experienced as well. At least he hopes. Sehun bites on the bed sheets when a finger enters him, before pulling out and on again.
Junmyeon repeats the movement, inserting another finger, and a third one, resisting the urge to grasp his cock at how dirty Sehun’s moans sound, not to mention these delicious cheeks up in front of him.
“Hyung please… please I want you… now” Sehun whines and Junmyeon just can’t refuse. He positions himself in front of Sehun’s ass, freezes for a second, but finally succeeds at forgetting his worries and slowly enters the tip of his cock, before pulling back and staying still, hesitating at what the pace is supposed to be.
“The fuck are you doing?” Sehun turns his face to look at the older, slightly pouting, that same expression he had a few hours ago. And Junmyeon doesn’t resist, pushing again on the younger’s entrance, thrusting deeper and deeper each time. He fucks Sehun open, feeling the tightness and warmth around his length, because yeah, he finally has it. His pace gets faster, his thrusts more insistent and uneven, and he’s about to come when the younger suddenly moves and pushes him away on the bed; he’s now leaning on his back with Sehun on top of him again, back to their previous position, both heavy breathing. “Now it’s my turn to fuck you.”
Junmyeon is about to protest but the younger grasps his knees and lifts his legs up, trailing wet kisses on his abs, avoiding his cock and finishing with his pale thighs. Junmyeon’s length is leaking and he feels like he’s near, but he definitely can’t come now. Sehun sure is one of a tease, and he wonders what he thought such a spoiled teenager could have been else.
Sehun grabs the lube bottle, quickly pouring the substance on his long fingers, before harshly entering the older’s warmth, two fingers at a time. Junmyeon whines. He isn’t prepared and Sehun obviously isn’t as caring as he is, his movements fast and rushed, lust darkening his eyes. After only a few pulls on and out, he quickly pumps his wet hard-on to make it more slippery, and adjusts his position in front of the older’s ass, before suddenly thrusting in.
Junmyeon holds back the moans clogging up his throat, heavy breathing, his mind blurred by the new sensation. He grabs Sehun’s shoulders and pulls him in a wet kiss, tongues sucking on each other’s as Sehun pulls out and thrusts back on him, again and again.
When they break the kiss to take a breath, Sehun smiles at the older’s obvious effort. “Baby, let me hear your voice” And this isn’t too much to ask, Junmyeon letting out loud moans, and he wonders what happened to his hyung status.
Junmyeon feels the familiar heat in his stomach, and Sehun’s erratic thrusts make him guess that this time he isn’t going to get stopped. He grasps the younger’s waist, sinking his fingers in the pale flesh, knowing that it’ll leave a mark. Sehun smirks, leaning his face down to kiss him again, before running his lips down his jawline and sucking on the tender skin. “Now we’re square”
His voice is low and weak, and Junmyeon just has the time to moan a “I’m coming” before he feels the sticky fluid spurting on his waist. Sehun bites his lower lip, rocking his hips even harder, finally pulling out and coming on the older's abs.
He heavily falls on Junmyeon, their breaths fast and desperate for more oxygen. They stay like this a few minutes, Sehun’s hand searching for the older’s and intertwining their slightly shivery fingers. Junmyeon rolls on his side and caresses Sehun’s face with his free hand, staring at him with caring eyes.
“I love you.” Sehun looks up at him, a shy smile on his lips and red cheeks. He curls up on the older’s waist. “I love you too, hyung” And Junmyeon smiles, because he knows that Sehun doesn’t mind these three stupid years, and it’s only been him.
“Hyung?”
“Mh?” Junmyeon flutters a kiss on the younger’s forehead, ready to hear anything now.
“Will you still go shopping with me and buy me bubble teas?”
Okay, maybe he kind of forgot that Sehun is only a spoiled teen, after all.
Length: +3,7k words
Rating: NC-17
Genre: (fail) smut OTL
!Warning: hello kitty vibrator ahead
Summary: Junmyeon feels like an old fart next to Sehun, but really Sehun doesn’t seem to mind the three years that he fears so much.
A/N: Okay sooo… this is a birthday fic for Claire~ (I’m sorry I really wanted to have it done by your birthday on 12/08 but this week was just fucking busy and I had just like no time to write because tired every time I had free time OTL) Guess who was seho anon lmao Hope you like it even if I suck at writing?? I’m still learning /tears Okay okay I did my best, smut is really awkward but I hope it’s ok? Not as awkward as they must be irl I guess. Hello Kitty vibrator because Hello Kitty vibrator. Y’know.
Please do not take this fail crack fic seriously because nothing on here is. Okay. Mh. (Also English isn’t my firt language so there may will be stupid mistakes OTL)
Junmyeon’s life is perfect.
He’s young, attractive, wealthy, and also an exemplary student at one of Seoul’s best schools. But that’s not to mention that he’s training at maybe the most famous Korean idols maker; SM Entertainment. Every day for almost five years, he goes to the company’s practice room after school, staying there until night in order to practice various subjects such as dancing, singing, acting or languages. Singing is his favorite one though, and also what people praise him for the most.
He could easily say that he’s more than satisfied with his life, but he still feels like something’s missing even though he has never been able to figure out what it was -or maybe he just never tried.
It only strikes him when he meets a certain Oh Sehun, and he swears he must be the stupidest guy on this planet to fall for such a guy.
* * *
“So you don’t give a fuck about being gay, but what makes you sick is being three freaking years older than him?” Jongdae sighs, tired of his best friend’s never-ending complaints.
Junmyeon’s secret crush on Sehun has almost been their only conversation topic for around two months now. Jongdae is seriously beginning to get tired of it, but Junmyeon is his friend, so what can he do? He can’t just let him there with his unspoken feelings, without anyone else to talk to; so he stays, casually inviting him to the nearest café so that they can freely talk without any eavesdroppers. But today, he’s determined to put an end to this bullshit, because well, isn’t it what friends are for?
“I’m not gay” Junmyeon retorts, anxiously looking around as he takes a sip of his bubble tea. They’re in their usual café, not far from SM’s building but still enough to have almost never seen any other trainee around.
Jongdae scoffs, sticking his tongue out. “Well, you’re. You should see how you look at him when he’s practicing. I’m sorry but it’s what’s called love.” Junmyeon is about to shut him up when Jongdae suddenly leans in over the table, a playful smile on his cat’s lips. “Also, I’m pretty sure the other day something was happening in your pa-” “Asshole. I don’t even get how you’re my best friend.” Jongdae giggles, trying not to laugh too loud at his friend’s red face and obvious embarrassment. He just loves teasing him, just like everyone else.
Jongdae leans back on his chair, stretching his arms. “You should just accept it. Don’t try to make me believe you’re not in love when the only thing we talk about is him.” Junmyeon looks up at his friend with puppy eyes. “So it’s that bad?”
Of course it is. Junmyeon can’t even lie to himself; it would be denying the reality. He is in love, and madly. He doesn’t count anymore the times he bought his cherished Sehun bubble teas even though he knew that Luhan did the same, and that Sehun probably didn’t care who gave him what he wanted, as long as he got it. Because he is just that demanding, Junmyeon thinks. Or the times when he should have practiced after school because he was still weak in dance or Chinese, but Sehun wanted to go shopping and no one else was free. And Junmyeon complied, forever lavishing him with everything he could ever want, not even feeling bad about it. Of course Jongdae tried to aware him of what he was going into, but Junmyeon was just blinded by his love.
But now he is starting to realize that, yes, things shouldn’t be so one-sided. But what is he supposed to do when all he is expected to be is a good hyung?
“I think you should make a move.”
Junmyeon’s eyes widen, almost spitting out his drink. “Do you think it’s that easy? It’s obvious that you never happened to be in love with a guy, that most of all is your dongsaeng.”
Jongdae laughs louder this time, almost scaring the whole café. “You said it! You said it!” He throws himself over the table in a hug to his best friend, but Junmyeon quickly pushes him away. “Can’t you just stay still for once; I swear sometimes you’re worse than Chanyeol.”
Even if Junmyeon kind of accepted his feelings now, the worst to him will definitely always be the age difference; he feels like a grandpa next to Sehun. He just can’t help it. Every time he sees his beloved’s genuine smiles and hears his awkward adolescent’s laughter, it’s like if the three years separating them slapped him right in the face. So he just stands on the side, not really sure if he’s waiting for Sehun to make a move -something that will probably never happen, he thinks- or just until he’ll forget about him and finds someone more appropriate -something that will probably never happen as well. Meanwhile, nothing has ever changed in their relationship since they met, already three years ago.
“Ok. I promise you I’ll do something.”
Jongdae’s smile widens. “When?”
“Today.”
Well, that was quick.
* * *
Junmyeon and Jongdae go to SM’s building after that. Jongdae goes practicing singing while Junmyeon decides to practice dancing instead, something that doesn’t fall on deaf ears considering that Sehun’s almost always there. Jongdae smiles as he watches his friend go, mentally crossing his fingers for him.
When Junmyeon arrives at the practice room, he suddenly feels this last-moment anxiety, not sure anymore about what he should do and if he really wants it. What if Sehun rejects him? Will he be able to ever look into his eyes ever again? He gulps, hesitates, before finally collecting himself and pushes the heavy swinging doors.
The music is really loud, louder than what they usually set. But the lights are dimmed, settling a rather comfortable mood, almost romantic. And in the middle of the wide room, someone’s dancing.
Oh Sehun.
Soft moves and flexible body, obviously too concentrated to notice Junmyeon’s barely moving figure. The boy perfectly mimics their seniors’ choreography, sliding on the floor and in the air as if it was the easiest thing. Junmyeon’s breath has literally been taken away. Sure Sehun’s dancing isn’t as perfect as one of the new trainee who arrived some months ago, Kim Jongin, but there’s something captivating on the way he moves that he’s never felt while watching Jongin. His heart misses a beat when a body wave occurs in the choreography, smooth and… sexy.
It’s only when the boy suddenly stops and angrily turns off the music, letting out a loud fuck, that Junmyeon realizes he’s been staring at him the whole time. And the boy doesn’t last to notice him.
“Hi” Sehun sounds slightly irritated, and Junmyeon wonders if it really is the right time to make a move.
“Why did you stop?” he finally asks, trying to chase the hotness that colored his cheeks red. “That was great!” He moves to Sehun, who already began to pack up his belongings.
He catches himself staring at the younger again, mentally slapping himself for being so shameless. He quickly looks away when Sehun stands up, holding a sweater, water bottle and towel in his arms. The boy slightly smirks before his jaded expression comes back on his flawless face.
“mh? Oh right, I made a mistake,” He frowns his eyebrows, a little pout on his lips. “I still have to practice this choreography; it’s harder than I thought.”
Junmyeon can’t help but bite his lower lip; he just loves it when Sehun looks irritated and shows that irresistible pout of his. They stay like this for a good minute that seems like hours to Junmyeon, watching Sehun wipe the sweat off his forehead.
“If you don’t mind I’m going to… go now.” Junmyeon’s heart jumps in his chest; for nothing in the world he can miss such opportunity.
He awkwardly grasps Sehun’s arm as he’s about to move away. “W-Wait, I’ve something to tell you.” Junmyeon avoids the younger’s inquiring eyes, feeling his cheeks warming up again. “I… I just…” But nothing comes out of his momentarily paralyzed lips, and all he can do is tighten his grasp around the boy’s bare arm.
“Well you can still tell me lat-”
But a sudden warm contact on his lips cuts Sehun all envy to finish his sentence. He finds an unexpected Junmyeon in front of him, their lips just barely touching. Junmyeon didn’t expect this sudden move either. He shuts his eyes closed, barely realizing what just happened and ready to be rejected. But instead he feels a light pressure on his mouth, hands cupping his face in an attempt to bring their faces closer. Chaste kiss that last for what seem hours before Junmyeon feels something wet pressing on his lips, asking to come in.
Guilt suddenly flows all over him, taking away all his determination.
He pushes Sehun, sputtering a weak “I’m sorry” before leaving the younger alone in the practice room.
What the fuck did just happen?
* * *
Later Junmyeon receives a text message from Sehun, asking him to come to his house. And you know how weak he’s when it comes to Sehun; he just can’t say no.
That’s a very embarrassed Junmyeon who arrives at the younger’s house, awkwardly ringing the house’s bell. It’s almost June, but nights are still cold, and Junmyeon only has the sweater he brought to the company’s building, not really expecting to have to do a little detour after his practice. He startles when the door suddenly opens in front of him.
“You’re finally there.” Sehun comments, a smile on his lips. At least Junmyeon is now sure that he’s not angry at him. That’s enough to relax him a little as he enters the younger’s house.
He doesn’t even have the time to make a comment on how pretty the decoration is before he feels a rough pressure on his lips, hands strongly grasping on his shoulders. This time the wet tongue isn’t as polite and roughly makes its way in Junmyeon’s agape mouth.
A second passes before he realizes what’s happening, again, but this time his mind doesn’t regain control. And he sees himself deepening the kiss, shoving his fingers in Sehun’s hair and twirling his needy tongue with the other’s. He lets out a moan when the younger pushes him against the flower-patterned wallpaper, breaking the contact.
“Sehun, I can’t do that!” He tries to push the boy away, but it’s worthless. “Shh… don’t you see that it’s also what I always wanted?” Junmyeon’s eyes widen before shutting close again, his mind starting to blur as he feels wet kisses trailing down his neck to his collarbones. “What- What do you mean?”
Sehun suddenly stops, looking up at the older with one of these are you fucking kidding me expressions that he did so well. “Well, the D, obviously.” Junmyeon nearly chokes but Sehun’s tongue is here again to save him. “I just happen to have this thing for my hyungs, and especially you…”
In another situation, Junmyeon would have probably felt offended, but well, he isn't in another situation. They kiss again, before Sehun initiates to take the older’s sweater off and accidentally removes his t-shirt as well. Junmyeon is now left shirtless, the younger enjoying the view for a few seconds before throwing the clothes away.
“I knew you had muscles but I didn’t except you to be so… tempting.” Junmyeon shivers at the contact of Sehun’s fresh fingers running down his abs. It’s not like he’s used to have someone else touching his body, and especially Sehun.
He tries to ignore the heat on his body that only rises when the younger leans down in front of him and he feels fluttering lips on his stomach. He pulls on the boy’s hair as curious hands begin to unbuckle his pants.
“Sehun… Sehun no…” The younger smirks. “Don’t worry, my parents are out for the week-end.” It’s not really what Junmyeon cared for the most, but at least he knows that he doesn’t have to worry about that.
As much as Junmyeon feels like an old fart he knows that it’s already too late to go back in time, and the only thing he can do right now is accepting the situation and let go. It’s not really like he doesn’t want it. Sehun kisses the tent his half-hard length is forming on his boxers, and Junmyeon feels the last barriers of his consciousness breaking into pieces at how indecent the younger’s pink lips are against the outstretched fabric.
Sehun is about to pull Junmyeon’s itching boxers down when he suddenly stops, a not-so-comforting smile on his lips. “Wait… I have a better idea.”
He grabs Junmyeon’s hand -who quickly picks up his clothes- leading him up the stairs to his bedroom. The younger pushes him on the bed before rummaging on his desk’s drawers. Junmyeon knows that things aren’t going to be as simple as he thought when Sehun turns over, hiding something in his back. And nearly has a heart-attack when a long, pink object appears in front of his face.
“WHAT THE-” Sehun chuckles, trying hard to hold back his laughter at the older’s shocked expression. “Don’t worry, it’s only a vibrator!”
How in the earth it’s supposed to reassure him, Junmyeon just doesn’t know. He gulps, wondering if things are going to stay as they’re or maybe, eventually, get worse. There’s a small white kitty head at the base of the thing that Junmyeon recognizes as the famous hello kitty, and he seriously wonders how such things can be produced by the same company that does plushies and toys for kids… but this is another problem and it seriously isn’t the right time to wonder about this.
“I- I don’t know how to use these things.” Sehun gives him a peck. “I’ll show you then~” He pushes Junmyeon back on the bed, now on top of the older’s half naked body.
Sehun sits up, playfully brushing his ass against Junmyeon’s clothed erection as he moves down. He stares at the older and turns on the vibrator like if it was some kind of dangerous weapon, and really Junmyeon is starting to wonder if it isn’t one. The constant noise is slightly annoying but they’ll probably forget about it sooner or later.
Junmyeon shivers when Sehun pulls down his already unzipped pants, grabbing his boxers at the same time, and he’s now stark naked while Sehun is still fully clothed. He doesn’t really have the time to think about how uncomfortable it could be before warm lips wrap around the tip of his hard-on. He whines, Sehun slowly dragging his wet tongue up and down his length, and he just has the time to get used to this new feeling before he feels something else on the inside of his thigh, cold and… vibrating. At first it’s weird to Junmyeon and he grabs the bed sheets as he tries to adjust, but after a few minutes his mind and body are already overwhelmed by pleasure and he wishes it could last forever. Sehun’s mouth is wet and soft against his cock, teasing, and Junmyeon has hard times fighting the urge to shove his length inside it, but he just can’t do that. He loves Sehun too much to be that rude.
He starts to wonder if Sehun cares that much about his own comfort when the younger suddenly stops and pulls down his pants and boxers, revealing an already hard cock and hands the vibrator to Junmyeon. “Now it’s your turn to please me.”
And Junmyeon complies, forever complies, he tries to sit up but Sehun pushes him back on the bed and gets on all four on top of him. He grabs the older’s hand and leads him up his ass, applying the now warmer toy against his entrance. Junmyeon doesn’t know what to do. He hesitates, trying to push it in but suddenly stops when Sehun lets out a loud moan. The younger grabs Junmyeon’s wrist again, and begins to make small movements. “No… Just like that.”
Junmyeon contemplates Sehun pleasuring himself on top of him, his face just a few centimeters away from his, heat filling up his whole body as the younger’s whines increase. He’s about to reach his own hard-on when Sehun suddenly falls on him, burying his face on the crook of his neck. “H-Hyung…” Junmyeon smiles; it’s probably not the first time Sehun uses this… and maybe even thinking about him. The younger’s hand drop down, and Junmyeon continues the circular motion.
“Hyung~ S-Stop” He freezes, concerned about how Sehun is feeling, if he’s doing it right. After all, isn’t it his first time? But the latter just leans down and cups his face, kissing him once again, before sitting up and leaving him to search for something else on his drawer. Junmyeon sits on the bed, turning the vibrator off.
Sehun throws a small bottle on the bed; lube. Junmyeon wonders how in the world Sehun owns all these things when he himself actually has nothing and is older, but it’s another problem.
The younger suddenly gets on all four on the bed, his ass up in the air. “Prepare me” Sehun orders with a whiny voice that Junmyeon knows is only on purpose. But there’s something on the younger’s smirk that hides something. Junmyeon is sure that he has something else in his mind. He knows it.
He pours a larger than necessary amount of lube on his fingers, before beginning to massage the younger’s entrance. He’s not really sure about how to do it, once again, but hopefully Sehun isn’t too experienced as well. At least he hopes. Sehun bites on the bed sheets when a finger enters him, before pulling out and on again.
Junmyeon repeats the movement, inserting another finger, and a third one, resisting the urge to grasp his cock at how dirty Sehun’s moans sound, not to mention these delicious cheeks up in front of him.
“Hyung please… please I want you… now” Sehun whines and Junmyeon just can’t refuse. He positions himself in front of Sehun’s ass, freezes for a second, but finally succeeds at forgetting his worries and slowly enters the tip of his cock, before pulling back and staying still, hesitating at what the pace is supposed to be.
“The fuck are you doing?” Sehun turns his face to look at the older, slightly pouting, that same expression he had a few hours ago. And Junmyeon doesn’t resist, pushing again on the younger’s entrance, thrusting deeper and deeper each time. He fucks Sehun open, feeling the tightness and warmth around his length, because yeah, he finally has it. His pace gets faster, his thrusts more insistent and uneven, and he’s about to come when the younger suddenly moves and pushes him away on the bed; he’s now leaning on his back with Sehun on top of him again, back to their previous position, both heavy breathing. “Now it’s my turn to fuck you.”
Junmyeon is about to protest but the younger grasps his knees and lifts his legs up, trailing wet kisses on his abs, avoiding his cock and finishing with his pale thighs. Junmyeon’s length is leaking and he feels like he’s near, but he definitely can’t come now. Sehun sure is one of a tease, and he wonders what he thought such a spoiled teenager could have been else.
Sehun grabs the lube bottle, quickly pouring the substance on his long fingers, before harshly entering the older’s warmth, two fingers at a time. Junmyeon whines. He isn’t prepared and Sehun obviously isn’t as caring as he is, his movements fast and rushed, lust darkening his eyes. After only a few pulls on and out, he quickly pumps his wet hard-on to make it more slippery, and adjusts his position in front of the older’s ass, before suddenly thrusting in.
Junmyeon holds back the moans clogging up his throat, heavy breathing, his mind blurred by the new sensation. He grabs Sehun’s shoulders and pulls him in a wet kiss, tongues sucking on each other’s as Sehun pulls out and thrusts back on him, again and again.
When they break the kiss to take a breath, Sehun smiles at the older’s obvious effort. “Baby, let me hear your voice” And this isn’t too much to ask, Junmyeon letting out loud moans, and he wonders what happened to his hyung status.
Junmyeon feels the familiar heat in his stomach, and Sehun’s erratic thrusts make him guess that this time he isn’t going to get stopped. He grasps the younger’s waist, sinking his fingers in the pale flesh, knowing that it’ll leave a mark. Sehun smirks, leaning his face down to kiss him again, before running his lips down his jawline and sucking on the tender skin. “Now we’re square”
His voice is low and weak, and Junmyeon just has the time to moan a “I’m coming” before he feels the sticky fluid spurting on his waist. Sehun bites his lower lip, rocking his hips even harder, finally pulling out and coming on the older's abs.
He heavily falls on Junmyeon, their breaths fast and desperate for more oxygen. They stay like this a few minutes, Sehun’s hand searching for the older’s and intertwining their slightly shivery fingers. Junmyeon rolls on his side and caresses Sehun’s face with his free hand, staring at him with caring eyes.
“I love you.” Sehun looks up at him, a shy smile on his lips and red cheeks. He curls up on the older’s waist. “I love you too, hyung” And Junmyeon smiles, because he knows that Sehun doesn’t mind these three stupid years, and it’s only been him.
“Hyung?”
“Mh?” Junmyeon flutters a kiss on the younger’s forehead, ready to hear anything now.
“Will you still go shopping with me and buy me bubble teas?”
Okay, maybe he kind of forgot that Sehun is only a spoiled teen, after all.