laps are for sitting
laps are for sitting
joonmyun/sehun with side jongdae/zitao
nc-17; 800 words
Sehun sits on Joonmyun's lap (otherwise know as why I shouldn't write porn ever)
Sehun has an annoying little habit that drives Joonmyun crazy - when he sits on people's laps he can't stay still. He squirms, moving side to side and bounces up and down while energetically talking, and Joonmyun can't stop his body from reacting, his cock growing hard in his pants. Ever since Sehun and him began dating six months ago, he's resisted the urge to drag Sehun to the nearest room and fuck him hard against the closest hard surface each time Sehun jumped on his lap, and his resolve is breaking with every passing moment.
The problem is right now they're not at home watching a movie or in the kitchen feeding each other dinner. They're at a party in Yifan's house, his parents leaving the house empty while on vacation. Luhan talks to Sehun when he's not showing off dance moves to Minseok, and Joonmyun spots Zitao flirting with Minseok's new friend, Jongdae, and holding a plastic cup Joonmyun knows holds alcohol.
He chokes when Zitao smacks Jongdae's ass.
"Sehun, get up. I have to make sure Tao doesn't make any mistakes he'll regret later," Joonmyun demands, patting Sehun's back.
"Um, no," Sehun mutters, slightly drunk, and wiggles his butt again. "Let him flirt, the bitch needs to stop complaining he gets nothing."
"Sehun, please, Yifan will kill me if Tao has sex at his party," Joonmyun pleads, attempting to stand.
"No. You're comfy," Sehun drops his entire weight on Joonmyun's lap, throwing his head on Joonmyun's shoulder and smiles, showing off white teeth. The armchair they're sitting in squeaks with the movement, and Zitao passes by them, hand in hand with Jongdae, winking at Sehun, to the stairs to the next floor where his guest bedroom is located. "See, maybe now he'll quit whining about how handsome Jongdae looks and how cute his Chinese accent sounds and just fuck him already," Sehun slurs, lips brushing the sensitive part of Joonmyun's neck.
"We should have drunk sex," Sehun exclaims, jumping up and spinning around to face Joonmyun, "right here. It'd be so hot."
He sighs, Luhan walking away with Minseok, shaking his head and talking about couples in young love. "Yifan's already going to break my legs for spilling beer on the carpet and now you want to have sex in his house?"
"Yes," Sehun replies with glee, climbing on his lap, straddling his legs, and grinding their hips together. He suppresses a moan, biting down on his lip, and pushes his hips back. Sehun kisses him, sucking Joonmyun's swollen red lip into his mouth. "Hyung," Sehun whispers breathlessly, "you're sexy when you try not to make sounds." Joonmyun swallows, nodding, and remembers fucking Sehun on the kitchen countertop in the morning, keeping quiet to not wake up his roommates, Baekhyun and Chanyeol.
The music outside from the party still blares on and pulses in Joonmyun's ears, Sehun rocking in his lap to the fast dubstep beat. He feels fuzzy like the alcohol is beginning to affect him, clouding his thoughts and blocking the logical part of his brain telling him to stop. He spreads Sehun's legs farther apart, their cocks rubbing together, and slips his finger inside Sehun's underwear, circling his hole, teasing the skin without pushing in. Sehun whimpers, moving faster, close to an early orgasm.
Joonmyun's stomach is hot and tight and he pushes a finger in Sehun, hooking to aim at his prostate, watching his mouth drop open when he comes. He moves up through Sehun's orgasm, kissing him and increasing the friction, coming embarrassingly easy but laughing at Sehun's put out face. "Wanted you to fuck me," he whines, sleepily.
He blinks up Sehun, who's falling asleep in his lap, and envelops him in his arms, dozing off to sleep too.
"What the hell, Joonmyun?" Yifan yells at him, the bright morning dawn from outside the windows piercing his eyes. "Your job was to watch the younger ones with the alcohol and make sure they didn't get drunk. I found Tao naked in bed with a man! How did I not know he was gay?"
"That's a good question. If you didn't notice him silently crushing on you two years ago, why would you notice when Jongdae is all he's talked about for the past month?" Sehun sneers, eyes closed, in Joonmyun's arm, legs still wrapped tight around him.
"What? Tao-me?" Yifan holds his hands up in confusion and walks away, stumbling over people asleep on the floor. "I'm done with this, no more parties if all you're going to do is fuck while I clean the mess!"
Joonmyun groans and pushes Sehun off his lap. "Fuck, he's going to kill me."
I may or may not have a been drunk while writing this and I'm too scared to edit now that it's morning
joonmyun/sehun with side jongdae/zitao
nc-17; 800 words
Sehun sits on Joonmyun's lap (otherwise know as why I shouldn't write porn ever)
Sehun has an annoying little habit that drives Joonmyun crazy - when he sits on people's laps he can't stay still. He squirms, moving side to side and bounces up and down while energetically talking, and Joonmyun can't stop his body from reacting, his cock growing hard in his pants. Ever since Sehun and him began dating six months ago, he's resisted the urge to drag Sehun to the nearest room and fuck him hard against the closest hard surface each time Sehun jumped on his lap, and his resolve is breaking with every passing moment.
The problem is right now they're not at home watching a movie or in the kitchen feeding each other dinner. They're at a party in Yifan's house, his parents leaving the house empty while on vacation. Luhan talks to Sehun when he's not showing off dance moves to Minseok, and Joonmyun spots Zitao flirting with Minseok's new friend, Jongdae, and holding a plastic cup Joonmyun knows holds alcohol.
He chokes when Zitao smacks Jongdae's ass.
"Sehun, get up. I have to make sure Tao doesn't make any mistakes he'll regret later," Joonmyun demands, patting Sehun's back.
"Um, no," Sehun mutters, slightly drunk, and wiggles his butt again. "Let him flirt, the bitch needs to stop complaining he gets nothing."
"Sehun, please, Yifan will kill me if Tao has sex at his party," Joonmyun pleads, attempting to stand.
"No. You're comfy," Sehun drops his entire weight on Joonmyun's lap, throwing his head on Joonmyun's shoulder and smiles, showing off white teeth. The armchair they're sitting in squeaks with the movement, and Zitao passes by them, hand in hand with Jongdae, winking at Sehun, to the stairs to the next floor where his guest bedroom is located. "See, maybe now he'll quit whining about how handsome Jongdae looks and how cute his Chinese accent sounds and just fuck him already," Sehun slurs, lips brushing the sensitive part of Joonmyun's neck.
"We should have drunk sex," Sehun exclaims, jumping up and spinning around to face Joonmyun, "right here. It'd be so hot."
He sighs, Luhan walking away with Minseok, shaking his head and talking about couples in young love. "Yifan's already going to break my legs for spilling beer on the carpet and now you want to have sex in his house?"
"Yes," Sehun replies with glee, climbing on his lap, straddling his legs, and grinding their hips together. He suppresses a moan, biting down on his lip, and pushes his hips back. Sehun kisses him, sucking Joonmyun's swollen red lip into his mouth. "Hyung," Sehun whispers breathlessly, "you're sexy when you try not to make sounds." Joonmyun swallows, nodding, and remembers fucking Sehun on the kitchen countertop in the morning, keeping quiet to not wake up his roommates, Baekhyun and Chanyeol.
The music outside from the party still blares on and pulses in Joonmyun's ears, Sehun rocking in his lap to the fast dubstep beat. He feels fuzzy like the alcohol is beginning to affect him, clouding his thoughts and blocking the logical part of his brain telling him to stop. He spreads Sehun's legs farther apart, their cocks rubbing together, and slips his finger inside Sehun's underwear, circling his hole, teasing the skin without pushing in. Sehun whimpers, moving faster, close to an early orgasm.
Joonmyun's stomach is hot and tight and he pushes a finger in Sehun, hooking to aim at his prostate, watching his mouth drop open when he comes. He moves up through Sehun's orgasm, kissing him and increasing the friction, coming embarrassingly easy but laughing at Sehun's put out face. "Wanted you to fuck me," he whines, sleepily.
He blinks up Sehun, who's falling asleep in his lap, and envelops him in his arms, dozing off to sleep too.
"What the hell, Joonmyun?" Yifan yells at him, the bright morning dawn from outside the windows piercing his eyes. "Your job was to watch the younger ones with the alcohol and make sure they didn't get drunk. I found Tao naked in bed with a man! How did I not know he was gay?"
"That's a good question. If you didn't notice him silently crushing on you two years ago, why would you notice when Jongdae is all he's talked about for the past month?" Sehun sneers, eyes closed, in Joonmyun's arm, legs still wrapped tight around him.
"What? Tao-me?" Yifan holds his hands up in confusion and walks away, stumbling over people asleep on the floor. "I'm done with this, no more parties if all you're going to do is fuck while I clean the mess!"
Joonmyun groans and pushes Sehun off his lap. "Fuck, he's going to kill me."
I may or may not have a been drunk while writing this and I'm too scared to edit now that it's morning