can you feel my love? / SeKai Drabbles
Title: can you feel my love?
Pairing: sekai
Rating: nc-17
Genre: smut
Length: 1307w total
Summary: Sehun is simultaneously a coy bitch and a needy lover.
can you feel my love?
Jongin seriously wonders why he even bothered to invite Sehun over for dinner.
Maybe it was because Sehun had looked at him with those droopy eyes and licked his lips, Jongin’s cum still dripping from his mouth, and asked in a sweet, husky voice if he could.
And Jongin, mind hazed from his orgasm, nodded on a whim, only vaguely realizing what he had agreed to when Sehun had leaped up and pressed his lips against Jongin’s kissing him hungrily and thanking him.
Now, Jongin thinks that this has got to be the worst mistake he’s ever made.
He glares at Sehun from across the table, and Sehun smiles sweetly back, before flitting his eyes innocently to Jongin’s parents.
Jongin feels a foot lightly stroke his lower calf, traveling up dangerously.
He nearly chokes on his rice when it reaches his thighs and parts his legs.
Sehun throws him a mock-worried look, an amused glint shining from his eyes.
“Jongin, dear, are you alright?” His mother asks from the other end of the table.
“Y-yeah,” he coughs out, dislodging the rice grain stuck in his throat. “Just perfect. Dandy. Yeah.”
Jongin ducks his head and shovels more rice in his mouth just as Sehun begins to nudge his crotch with his foot. He curses inwardly at all the supreme beings he could think of and lifts his head slightly to give Sehun a warning look. Sehun doesn’t care.
His knuckles turn white from gripping his chopsticks, and he completely foregoes the task of eating, instead, clutching his bowl and chopsticks tightly in his hands. Sehun grins and continues stroking his hardening cock with that agonizingly slow pace.
“So, Sehun,” Jongin’s father suddenly asks.
“Yes?” Sehun replies politely, not stopping his movements.
“Where are you planning to go to college?”
“Well,” Sehun pauses for a moment and angles a foot and begins stroking Jongin in a completely different direction. “I was thinking my brother’s alma mater? S University.”
“Oh!” Jongin’s mother exclaims. “That’s a great school!”
Sehun smiles bashfully, much to Jongin’s disbelief.
“I don’t know if I can get in though.”
“I think you have a chance. From what I’ve heard, you do great in school, right Jongin?” His father turns to Jongin.
Jongin drops his chopsticks, the wood clattering onto the table.
“Jongin?” His mother says, eyes concerned.
“Yeah. Yeah, he’s great in school and gets good grades and everything. He’s good at everything he does,” Jongin bites out as casually as he can, smiling tightly.
“Jongin’s exaggerating,” Sehun puts in quickly. “Jongin does pretty well in school too.”
He feels Sehun push down on his now rock hard dick, and swallows a groan, squeezing his eyes shut for a split second, hoping to God that no one was going to notice.
The foot continues moving languidly at a slow pace, and Jongin’s breathing becomes increasingly labored. Sehun is seriously pushing his limits, even going as far to bending his head to the side, baring the white expanse of his neck. Jongin is amazed that he hasn’t pushed Sehun into the dinner table and fucked him in front of his parents.
Because, Jesus Christ, Sehun looks so sexy biting his lips in that innocent way. Oh, Sehun was far from innocent.
Jongin moans a little when Sehun’s toes curl, adding a little pressure to his ministrations, and buries his face in his bowl of rice. His dick was aching from the arousal, and he itches to unzip his jeans and begin jerking off right there.
He’s seconds away from release-he really doesn’t want to cream his pants right now, because he’s sure he can’t keep silent-when he looks up and catches Sehun’s eyes.
They glint mischievously, and Sehun mouths a few silent words to him slowly. Jongin’s eyes fix on Sehun’s plump, slightly wet lips, and that tongue that appears to wet them a little bit more, and can only think about them wrapped around his dick. It doesn’t really help his predicament.
Sehun taps him in the thigh with his foot a little, and Jongin focuses on trying to figure out Sehun’s words again.
Sehun begins moving faster as he grins and mouths the words again. Jongin gasps under his breath with each stroke, and he knows he’s not going to be able to hold it in because his vision was already whiting out at the edges.
“Jongin, would you so kindly show Sehun your room later on?” Jongin’s mother asks.
“Yes, of course,” Jongin gasps out.
Thankfully, his mother merely gives him a confused look, not asking any further questions.
Sehun mouths the words once again, and Jongin blows his load into his pants when he realizes what Sehun was saying. His vision blots out, and he throws his head back as he squeezes his eyes shut. His hands grip the table unbearably tight as he tries to come down from his high discreetly, before anyone asks. He fixes his posture just as his father looks up from his dinner and asks Sehun another question, glancing quickly at Jongin.
Sehun smiles and answers the question, hands gesturing adorably, but Jongin can only think of the words that Sehun had been mouthing.
I want to fuck you so bad right now.
---
Sehun moans loudly, back arching as Jongin thrusts hard into his ass, pushing him slightly into the bleachers.
The cool wind stings against his bare ass and the lower half of his back, but it keeps his nerves hyper alert, and he can feel every light touch from Jongin.
“Do you like that?” Jongin gasps as his hips jut forward again, hitting the sweet spot inside of Sehun dead on. “Me fucking you in an empty stadium, where anyone could walk by and see you moaning like the slut you are. Do you like that?”
He grabs a lock of Sehun’s hair and pulls his head back harshly, drawing out another high pitched moan from Sehun that’s quickly muffled as Jongin presses their lips messily together.
“More, more,” Sehun groans when Jongin begins to slow down his speed. “Please-don-I nee-don’t stop-oh God-please-Jongin!”
Jongin stills, hips pressed against Sehun’s ass and cock still buried in Sehun, and grins.
“What was that?”
“Jongin, Jongin, please,” Sehun whines, wriggling around to get Jongin to move again. Jongin places his hands on Sehun’s hip to still him, and Sehun cries out, scratching desperately at the metal bleachers.
Jongin shifts a little inside of Sehun, and Sehun screams when his dick pushes against his prostate mercilessly, not moving.
“Jongin, please, please,” Sehun cries hoarsely, tears streaming down his face, “I’ll do anything, I’ll suck you off in class, I’ll wear that ridiculous lingerie for you, just please, please, MOVE.”
Jongin grins and strokes Sehun’s back lightly, fingertips scratching just the way Sehun likes it. He feels like he’s about to explode, but he loves the way Sehun whines and begs for his cock.
“If you’re willing to be good, I’ll move.”
“I’ll be good, I’ll be good, just pl-nngh, Jongin!”
Jongin pulls out until he’s nearly all the way out and thrusts harshly back in, setting a relentless rhythm. Sehun cries out with every thrust, moaning Jongin’s name and various curse words that don’t make sense.
“Please, please touch me,” Sehun gasps as he feels his arousal burning low in his stomach.
To his surprise, Jongin complies and wraps a hand around his dick, jerking up and down.
Sehun moans and pushes back against Jongin’s cock, meeting every thrust. The sounds echo around the empty stadium, and the lights shining down on him makes him all the more turned on.
He comes with a loud cry after Jongin jerks his wrist, and Jongin continues thrusting into him as he rides out his orgasm. Once he’s come down from his high, he clenches his muscles around Jongin, and Jongin cries out, releasing his seed into Sehun.
Jongin pulls out and collapses next to Sehun on the bleachers for a moment, catching his breath and absently stroking Sehun’s hair. As he helps clean Sehun up and is tucking himself back in, he asks,
“Are you really going to suck me off in class?”
Sehun rolls his eyes.
Pairing: sekai
Rating: nc-17
Genre: smut
Length: 1307w total
Summary: Sehun is simultaneously a coy bitch and a needy lover.
can you feel my love?
Jongin seriously wonders why he even bothered to invite Sehun over for dinner.
Maybe it was because Sehun had looked at him with those droopy eyes and licked his lips, Jongin’s cum still dripping from his mouth, and asked in a sweet, husky voice if he could.
And Jongin, mind hazed from his orgasm, nodded on a whim, only vaguely realizing what he had agreed to when Sehun had leaped up and pressed his lips against Jongin’s kissing him hungrily and thanking him.
Now, Jongin thinks that this has got to be the worst mistake he’s ever made.
He glares at Sehun from across the table, and Sehun smiles sweetly back, before flitting his eyes innocently to Jongin’s parents.
Jongin feels a foot lightly stroke his lower calf, traveling up dangerously.
He nearly chokes on his rice when it reaches his thighs and parts his legs.
Sehun throws him a mock-worried look, an amused glint shining from his eyes.
“Jongin, dear, are you alright?” His mother asks from the other end of the table.
“Y-yeah,” he coughs out, dislodging the rice grain stuck in his throat. “Just perfect. Dandy. Yeah.”
Jongin ducks his head and shovels more rice in his mouth just as Sehun begins to nudge his crotch with his foot. He curses inwardly at all the supreme beings he could think of and lifts his head slightly to give Sehun a warning look. Sehun doesn’t care.
His knuckles turn white from gripping his chopsticks, and he completely foregoes the task of eating, instead, clutching his bowl and chopsticks tightly in his hands. Sehun grins and continues stroking his hardening cock with that agonizingly slow pace.
“So, Sehun,” Jongin’s father suddenly asks.
“Yes?” Sehun replies politely, not stopping his movements.
“Where are you planning to go to college?”
“Well,” Sehun pauses for a moment and angles a foot and begins stroking Jongin in a completely different direction. “I was thinking my brother’s alma mater? S University.”
“Oh!” Jongin’s mother exclaims. “That’s a great school!”
Sehun smiles bashfully, much to Jongin’s disbelief.
“I don’t know if I can get in though.”
“I think you have a chance. From what I’ve heard, you do great in school, right Jongin?” His father turns to Jongin.
Jongin drops his chopsticks, the wood clattering onto the table.
“Jongin?” His mother says, eyes concerned.
“Yeah. Yeah, he’s great in school and gets good grades and everything. He’s good at everything he does,” Jongin bites out as casually as he can, smiling tightly.
“Jongin’s exaggerating,” Sehun puts in quickly. “Jongin does pretty well in school too.”
He feels Sehun push down on his now rock hard dick, and swallows a groan, squeezing his eyes shut for a split second, hoping to God that no one was going to notice.
The foot continues moving languidly at a slow pace, and Jongin’s breathing becomes increasingly labored. Sehun is seriously pushing his limits, even going as far to bending his head to the side, baring the white expanse of his neck. Jongin is amazed that he hasn’t pushed Sehun into the dinner table and fucked him in front of his parents.
Because, Jesus Christ, Sehun looks so sexy biting his lips in that innocent way. Oh, Sehun was far from innocent.
Jongin moans a little when Sehun’s toes curl, adding a little pressure to his ministrations, and buries his face in his bowl of rice. His dick was aching from the arousal, and he itches to unzip his jeans and begin jerking off right there.
He’s seconds away from release-he really doesn’t want to cream his pants right now, because he’s sure he can’t keep silent-when he looks up and catches Sehun’s eyes.
They glint mischievously, and Sehun mouths a few silent words to him slowly. Jongin’s eyes fix on Sehun’s plump, slightly wet lips, and that tongue that appears to wet them a little bit more, and can only think about them wrapped around his dick. It doesn’t really help his predicament.
Sehun taps him in the thigh with his foot a little, and Jongin focuses on trying to figure out Sehun’s words again.
Sehun begins moving faster as he grins and mouths the words again. Jongin gasps under his breath with each stroke, and he knows he’s not going to be able to hold it in because his vision was already whiting out at the edges.
“Jongin, would you so kindly show Sehun your room later on?” Jongin’s mother asks.
“Yes, of course,” Jongin gasps out.
Thankfully, his mother merely gives him a confused look, not asking any further questions.
Sehun mouths the words once again, and Jongin blows his load into his pants when he realizes what Sehun was saying. His vision blots out, and he throws his head back as he squeezes his eyes shut. His hands grip the table unbearably tight as he tries to come down from his high discreetly, before anyone asks. He fixes his posture just as his father looks up from his dinner and asks Sehun another question, glancing quickly at Jongin.
Sehun smiles and answers the question, hands gesturing adorably, but Jongin can only think of the words that Sehun had been mouthing.
I want to fuck you so bad right now.
---
Sehun moans loudly, back arching as Jongin thrusts hard into his ass, pushing him slightly into the bleachers.
The cool wind stings against his bare ass and the lower half of his back, but it keeps his nerves hyper alert, and he can feel every light touch from Jongin.
“Do you like that?” Jongin gasps as his hips jut forward again, hitting the sweet spot inside of Sehun dead on. “Me fucking you in an empty stadium, where anyone could walk by and see you moaning like the slut you are. Do you like that?”
He grabs a lock of Sehun’s hair and pulls his head back harshly, drawing out another high pitched moan from Sehun that’s quickly muffled as Jongin presses their lips messily together.
“More, more,” Sehun groans when Jongin begins to slow down his speed. “Please-don-I nee-don’t stop-oh God-please-Jongin!”
Jongin stills, hips pressed against Sehun’s ass and cock still buried in Sehun, and grins.
“What was that?”
“Jongin, Jongin, please,” Sehun whines, wriggling around to get Jongin to move again. Jongin places his hands on Sehun’s hip to still him, and Sehun cries out, scratching desperately at the metal bleachers.
Jongin shifts a little inside of Sehun, and Sehun screams when his dick pushes against his prostate mercilessly, not moving.
“Jongin, please, please,” Sehun cries hoarsely, tears streaming down his face, “I’ll do anything, I’ll suck you off in class, I’ll wear that ridiculous lingerie for you, just please, please, MOVE.”
Jongin grins and strokes Sehun’s back lightly, fingertips scratching just the way Sehun likes it. He feels like he’s about to explode, but he loves the way Sehun whines and begs for his cock.
“If you’re willing to be good, I’ll move.”
“I’ll be good, I’ll be good, just pl-nngh, Jongin!”
Jongin pulls out until he’s nearly all the way out and thrusts harshly back in, setting a relentless rhythm. Sehun cries out with every thrust, moaning Jongin’s name and various curse words that don’t make sense.
“Please, please touch me,” Sehun gasps as he feels his arousal burning low in his stomach.
To his surprise, Jongin complies and wraps a hand around his dick, jerking up and down.
Sehun moans and pushes back against Jongin’s cock, meeting every thrust. The sounds echo around the empty stadium, and the lights shining down on him makes him all the more turned on.
He comes with a loud cry after Jongin jerks his wrist, and Jongin continues thrusting into him as he rides out his orgasm. Once he’s come down from his high, he clenches his muscles around Jongin, and Jongin cries out, releasing his seed into Sehun.
Jongin pulls out and collapses next to Sehun on the bleachers for a moment, catching his breath and absently stroking Sehun’s hair. As he helps clean Sehun up and is tucking himself back in, he asks,
“Are you really going to suck me off in class?”
Sehun rolls his eyes.