[EXO] (i want you to) rock me
(i want you to) rock me | exo | jongin/sehun | nc-17 | ~1900 (warning: unprotected sex)
there is something excessively addicting about being able to pull at the carefully knotted up seams of Sehun and unravelling them (((pwp)))
this was previously an untitled ficlet that i expanded on because reasons
(i want you to) rock me
There are three things in Jongin's life that he likes; or specifically, especially like. He is just a normal sort of guy and there are a lot of things that he likes, but nothing comes close to number one, dancing, number two, performing on stage and number three, reducing Oh Sehun into a whimpering mess.
There is something excessively addicting about being able to pull at the carefully knotted up seams of Sehun and unravelling them until the boy himself is just a mess of pleas and pleasure. Jongin doesn't exactly know what is it about Sehun that draws him in; it could be the way his spine is taunt against pale skin and the way a sigh leaves his lips when Jongin licks a trail against it as he fucks him or it could be the way his hair mats against his forehead, eyes hazy and unfocused, almost drunk on contentment.
What was important was that he reveled in it and he never wanted to be without it, never wanted to be without the the whimpers and little huffs of pleasure that Sehun sounds when he kisses the latter deep and presses bruises into the curve of his waist and the dimples at the bottom of his spine. He has grown accustomed to having the freedom to tug Sehun into an empty room at any given moment, the exhilaration of kissing Sehun along his jaw with the others close by.
He has grown accustomed to Sehun.
Right at this moment Sehun is spread out in front of him, one leg dangling loose off the bed and the other drawn up so his knee is pointing up to the sky. His knee trembles with exertion as he curls his hands into fists, scrunching up the bed sheet in the process.
"H-h-hyunggg I - I can't I - " Sehun blabbers incoherently as he tries to push away from Jongin, feeble attempts with his hands.
He must be so sensitive already, Jongin muses, even as he crooks the fingers he has inside Sehun, earning a heady mix of a whimper and moan that goes straight to Jongin's head.
Jongin likes fingering Sehun, is oddly turned on by the way his fingers disappear into him, the way his hole clenches as if trying to hold him in. He can feel his own cock filling and he uses his extra hand to sort of jerk himself off, just dragging a hand up and down without any real resolve. Sehun continues to breathe harshly under him, fingers curling in and out against the stark white bed sheet.
"Hurts," Sehun manages to articulate silently and Jongin rewards him by pulling his fingers back before thrusting them back in him again. Sehun hisses in response, his back arching.
Jongin knows how desperate Sehun is right now, knows that Sehun can be brought to the edge of release with fingers in his ass but not enough so to actually come. He knows Sehun needs friction against his cock, needs Jongin's hand pumping him to actually tip over that brink.
It is a game for them he suppose, for Jongin to build Sehun up with pleasure pleasure pleasure and keeping him there, so much so that he's just a fusion of desperation and hazy revelry.
Sehun reaches out a hand and places it against the first part of Jongin he can find, nails digging slightly into skin, a silent way of looking for comfort.
It makes him giddy with a weird sort of power.
"Shhhhh," Jongin soothes in a low voice even as he continues fucking Sehun with his fingers, earning another moan and hushed please. Sehun's hips jerk once, looking for a source of pressure, anything, and Jongin punishes that movement by pressing his fingertip right against Sehun's prostate. Sehun pauses immediately, a shuddering whimper leaving his lips.
"P-please," Sehun says, not specifically for anything. His voice is near wrecked, almost dallying in nature, always sounds like that when he is so overwhelmed and ridiculously turned on and Jongin drinks it in like a it is potion, an aphrodisiac.
"What do you want, Sehun?" he murmurs against Sehun's thigh before dragging his teeth against sensitive skin. Sehun's reply gets choked in his throat, Jongin can see it from the way he coughs ever so slightly and then swallows, adam's apple bobbing with the movement.
" - in me," Sehun gasps out, "need you in me."
"Aren't I already in you," Jongin punctuates that sentiment by ending a third finger, crowding them all together, overlapping. Sehun hisses again but takes it anyway.
"N-no, not fingers, please," and the please is drawn out and raspy. Sehun's eyes are already blown and glassy.
"Do you want me to fuck you with my cock then? Want me to - fuck, you're so tight - fill you up?"
Sehun nods frantically, a string of yes yes yes escaping his parted lips in a flurry. Jongin thrusts his fingers just one more time, just to earn a whine of protest from Sehun.
He chuckles a little at the way Sehun mewls in protest when he actually does remove his fingers, voice almost whiny, sounding like he's empty, so empty and Jongin wants to fill him up again, wants to feel that tight heat surrounding his dick.
"F-fuck me, hyung, please," Sehun begs almost immediately. "Please, I feel so - I feel so empty hyung."
And this is Jongin's favourite part really, the begging and desperation laced into every word that Sehun utters, the way his body quakes with need to be fucked and the way his eyes are dark with something akin to submission.
Jongin ignores him and instead leans down to kiss Sehun, sloppy and wet. Sehun whimpers again and Jongin swallows that noise greedily before biting hard against Sehun's lower lip, drawing the smallest hint of blood. He sucks at the wound and he can feel Sehun tremble. It is amazing.
He pulls away from Sehun but not before he sucks a bruise into the crook of his neck. It is going to be a bitch to cover tomorrow but at this moment he doesn't care about anything but the beautiful boy spreaded out in front of him.
Jongin fumbles blindly for the lube he had tossed aside before and he takes his time to lube himself up, using more than is probably necessary. Sehun keeps hurrying him insistently, and every quick that falls from him just makes Jongin go slower. He can see the way the dissatisfaction wrinkles in between Sehun's eyes and it just makes Jongin harder.
When he does fuck Sehun, the latter's legs hooked across his shoulders, he is enthralled by the way he shudders and even relaxes. Sehun's dick curves against his belly, painfully hard, but he just keeps asking Jongin to fuck him faster.
Jongin takes him time though, feeds him slow inch by slow inch and stops Sehun from jerking forward with harsh nails against his hips. Sehun groans in frustration but he stills anyway, allows Jongin to take control of this, of him.
He pauses for a moment when he is flushed against Sehun, breathes in as he falls into the tight heat and of Sehun's laboured breathing, of his frantic urges for Jongin to fuck him properly and to stop being such a fucking tease.
So Jongin compiles, Jongin pulls out until only the head of his cock is still in Sehun and then presses back in quickly. The sound Sehun makes is heady and delicious and Jongin leans down to kiss him. Sehun returns it desperately, nipping and licking against Jongin, as if he was in a frenzy. Jongin litters the slope of Sehun's shoulders with more bruises, red marks that will turn blue with possession in the next few days. He has an image of Sehun showering and pressing fingertips into the marks and he can't help but sink his teeth into soft skin, hard enough to mark but not to draw blood.
"Fuck you," Sehun manages to say weakly and Jongin can't help the laughter that leaves him, one that vibrates against the bite mark, flushed with red.
"Pretty sure that's not what is happening now," Jongin replies and he is amazed at the way Sehun's face seem to turn even redder, as if he was embarrassed, embarrassed about something like that with Jongin's marks all over him and Jongin's cock in him.
Sehun bats against Jongin's chest, a feeble attempt at asserting his stand. It is just a token action though, something that has weaved its way into their nights, Sehun pretending to go against Jongin. Jongin just tightens the grip he has on Sehun and starts to work up a rhythm, each thrusts deep and hitting against Sehun's prostate with resolve. Sehun doesn't respond at first, just breathes deep and takes it all in, little sounds of pleasure and frantic urges that are so soft they almost drift away into the air, but Jongin catches them all and weaves them into his heart.
"You were meant for this, weren't you? Meant for me to fuck, meant for me," Jongin grunts as he thrusts, and Sehun just blabbers his agreement, too lost in everything to respond adequately.
He starts to jerk Sehun off even as he continues fucking him and it doesn't take much for Sehun to come, and he does so all over Jongin's hand, drops catching against Jongin's chest. The sight of his parted lips sends Jongin over the edge too and his hips stutter as he comes. Sehun's eyes crinkle as he feels Jongin coming in him and he is panting in heavy succession. Jongin reaches down to push the hair out of his eyes before pressing his fingers against Sehun's lips.
He makes Sehun lick his hand clean and Sehun whimpers as he draws them in, tongue wet and liberal. When he is done, Jongin pulls his fingers out and wipes them against Sehun's come on his chest before returning them to Sehun's mouth, making him clean the mess of himself up.
Jongin pulls out gently and kisses the sound of loss out of Sehun's mouth. The bed sheets are wrecked and Jongin can't help but gulp at the way his come trickles out of Sehun, just a little line of come that makes his heart skip a beat.
Jongin lets Sehun shower first this time, sending him off with a tap against his ass. Sehun blushes a pretty pink, towel draped in front of him to hide his nudity. Jongin thinks it is ridiculous that Sehun still feels shy about his naked body around him each time after they have sex but it is oddly endearing. He falls asleep to the sound of water hitting against tiled floor as Sehun showers.
He wakes up to sun streaming against his face and stickiness against his skin. Sehun is curled towards him, one hand resting against Jongin's hip. He looks small like this, vulnerable. Jongin's heart catches speed at the way the bruises look against his pale skin, dark inklings of how much Sehun trusts him with himself.
Jongin can't help but smile at the sight, his heart full and verging on discomfort. He exhales noisily and presses a chaste kiss against Sehun's cheek.
- i wrote most of this at 9am in the morning before my scheduled studying hours ha ha ha
- shamelessly titled from one direction's rock me
- also written while listening to 1d's heart attack, rock me and truly, madly, deeply
- thank you emmi for telling me this didn't suck i am sorry i broke you i love you.
there is something excessively addicting about being able to pull at the carefully knotted up seams of Sehun and unravelling them (((pwp)))
this was previously an untitled ficlet that i expanded on because reasons
(i want you to) rock me
There are three things in Jongin's life that he likes; or specifically, especially like. He is just a normal sort of guy and there are a lot of things that he likes, but nothing comes close to number one, dancing, number two, performing on stage and number three, reducing Oh Sehun into a whimpering mess.
There is something excessively addicting about being able to pull at the carefully knotted up seams of Sehun and unravelling them until the boy himself is just a mess of pleas and pleasure. Jongin doesn't exactly know what is it about Sehun that draws him in; it could be the way his spine is taunt against pale skin and the way a sigh leaves his lips when Jongin licks a trail against it as he fucks him or it could be the way his hair mats against his forehead, eyes hazy and unfocused, almost drunk on contentment.
What was important was that he reveled in it and he never wanted to be without it, never wanted to be without the the whimpers and little huffs of pleasure that Sehun sounds when he kisses the latter deep and presses bruises into the curve of his waist and the dimples at the bottom of his spine. He has grown accustomed to having the freedom to tug Sehun into an empty room at any given moment, the exhilaration of kissing Sehun along his jaw with the others close by.
He has grown accustomed to Sehun.
Right at this moment Sehun is spread out in front of him, one leg dangling loose off the bed and the other drawn up so his knee is pointing up to the sky. His knee trembles with exertion as he curls his hands into fists, scrunching up the bed sheet in the process.
"H-h-hyunggg I - I can't I - " Sehun blabbers incoherently as he tries to push away from Jongin, feeble attempts with his hands.
He must be so sensitive already, Jongin muses, even as he crooks the fingers he has inside Sehun, earning a heady mix of a whimper and moan that goes straight to Jongin's head.
Jongin likes fingering Sehun, is oddly turned on by the way his fingers disappear into him, the way his hole clenches as if trying to hold him in. He can feel his own cock filling and he uses his extra hand to sort of jerk himself off, just dragging a hand up and down without any real resolve. Sehun continues to breathe harshly under him, fingers curling in and out against the stark white bed sheet.
"Hurts," Sehun manages to articulate silently and Jongin rewards him by pulling his fingers back before thrusting them back in him again. Sehun hisses in response, his back arching.
Jongin knows how desperate Sehun is right now, knows that Sehun can be brought to the edge of release with fingers in his ass but not enough so to actually come. He knows Sehun needs friction against his cock, needs Jongin's hand pumping him to actually tip over that brink.
It is a game for them he suppose, for Jongin to build Sehun up with pleasure pleasure pleasure and keeping him there, so much so that he's just a fusion of desperation and hazy revelry.
Sehun reaches out a hand and places it against the first part of Jongin he can find, nails digging slightly into skin, a silent way of looking for comfort.
It makes him giddy with a weird sort of power.
"Shhhhh," Jongin soothes in a low voice even as he continues fucking Sehun with his fingers, earning another moan and hushed please. Sehun's hips jerk once, looking for a source of pressure, anything, and Jongin punishes that movement by pressing his fingertip right against Sehun's prostate. Sehun pauses immediately, a shuddering whimper leaving his lips.
"P-please," Sehun says, not specifically for anything. His voice is near wrecked, almost dallying in nature, always sounds like that when he is so overwhelmed and ridiculously turned on and Jongin drinks it in like a it is potion, an aphrodisiac.
"What do you want, Sehun?" he murmurs against Sehun's thigh before dragging his teeth against sensitive skin. Sehun's reply gets choked in his throat, Jongin can see it from the way he coughs ever so slightly and then swallows, adam's apple bobbing with the movement.
" - in me," Sehun gasps out, "need you in me."
"Aren't I already in you," Jongin punctuates that sentiment by ending a third finger, crowding them all together, overlapping. Sehun hisses again but takes it anyway.
"N-no, not fingers, please," and the please is drawn out and raspy. Sehun's eyes are already blown and glassy.
"Do you want me to fuck you with my cock then? Want me to - fuck, you're so tight - fill you up?"
Sehun nods frantically, a string of yes yes yes escaping his parted lips in a flurry. Jongin thrusts his fingers just one more time, just to earn a whine of protest from Sehun.
He chuckles a little at the way Sehun mewls in protest when he actually does remove his fingers, voice almost whiny, sounding like he's empty, so empty and Jongin wants to fill him up again, wants to feel that tight heat surrounding his dick.
"F-fuck me, hyung, please," Sehun begs almost immediately. "Please, I feel so - I feel so empty hyung."
And this is Jongin's favourite part really, the begging and desperation laced into every word that Sehun utters, the way his body quakes with need to be fucked and the way his eyes are dark with something akin to submission.
Jongin ignores him and instead leans down to kiss Sehun, sloppy and wet. Sehun whimpers again and Jongin swallows that noise greedily before biting hard against Sehun's lower lip, drawing the smallest hint of blood. He sucks at the wound and he can feel Sehun tremble. It is amazing.
He pulls away from Sehun but not before he sucks a bruise into the crook of his neck. It is going to be a bitch to cover tomorrow but at this moment he doesn't care about anything but the beautiful boy spreaded out in front of him.
Jongin fumbles blindly for the lube he had tossed aside before and he takes his time to lube himself up, using more than is probably necessary. Sehun keeps hurrying him insistently, and every quick that falls from him just makes Jongin go slower. He can see the way the dissatisfaction wrinkles in between Sehun's eyes and it just makes Jongin harder.
When he does fuck Sehun, the latter's legs hooked across his shoulders, he is enthralled by the way he shudders and even relaxes. Sehun's dick curves against his belly, painfully hard, but he just keeps asking Jongin to fuck him faster.
Jongin takes him time though, feeds him slow inch by slow inch and stops Sehun from jerking forward with harsh nails against his hips. Sehun groans in frustration but he stills anyway, allows Jongin to take control of this, of him.
He pauses for a moment when he is flushed against Sehun, breathes in as he falls into the tight heat and of Sehun's laboured breathing, of his frantic urges for Jongin to fuck him properly and to stop being such a fucking tease.
So Jongin compiles, Jongin pulls out until only the head of his cock is still in Sehun and then presses back in quickly. The sound Sehun makes is heady and delicious and Jongin leans down to kiss him. Sehun returns it desperately, nipping and licking against Jongin, as if he was in a frenzy. Jongin litters the slope of Sehun's shoulders with more bruises, red marks that will turn blue with possession in the next few days. He has an image of Sehun showering and pressing fingertips into the marks and he can't help but sink his teeth into soft skin, hard enough to mark but not to draw blood.
"Fuck you," Sehun manages to say weakly and Jongin can't help the laughter that leaves him, one that vibrates against the bite mark, flushed with red.
"Pretty sure that's not what is happening now," Jongin replies and he is amazed at the way Sehun's face seem to turn even redder, as if he was embarrassed, embarrassed about something like that with Jongin's marks all over him and Jongin's cock in him.
Sehun bats against Jongin's chest, a feeble attempt at asserting his stand. It is just a token action though, something that has weaved its way into their nights, Sehun pretending to go against Jongin. Jongin just tightens the grip he has on Sehun and starts to work up a rhythm, each thrusts deep and hitting against Sehun's prostate with resolve. Sehun doesn't respond at first, just breathes deep and takes it all in, little sounds of pleasure and frantic urges that are so soft they almost drift away into the air, but Jongin catches them all and weaves them into his heart.
"You were meant for this, weren't you? Meant for me to fuck, meant for me," Jongin grunts as he thrusts, and Sehun just blabbers his agreement, too lost in everything to respond adequately.
He starts to jerk Sehun off even as he continues fucking him and it doesn't take much for Sehun to come, and he does so all over Jongin's hand, drops catching against Jongin's chest. The sight of his parted lips sends Jongin over the edge too and his hips stutter as he comes. Sehun's eyes crinkle as he feels Jongin coming in him and he is panting in heavy succession. Jongin reaches down to push the hair out of his eyes before pressing his fingers against Sehun's lips.
He makes Sehun lick his hand clean and Sehun whimpers as he draws them in, tongue wet and liberal. When he is done, Jongin pulls his fingers out and wipes them against Sehun's come on his chest before returning them to Sehun's mouth, making him clean the mess of himself up.
Jongin pulls out gently and kisses the sound of loss out of Sehun's mouth. The bed sheets are wrecked and Jongin can't help but gulp at the way his come trickles out of Sehun, just a little line of come that makes his heart skip a beat.
Jongin lets Sehun shower first this time, sending him off with a tap against his ass. Sehun blushes a pretty pink, towel draped in front of him to hide his nudity. Jongin thinks it is ridiculous that Sehun still feels shy about his naked body around him each time after they have sex but it is oddly endearing. He falls asleep to the sound of water hitting against tiled floor as Sehun showers.
He wakes up to sun streaming against his face and stickiness against his skin. Sehun is curled towards him, one hand resting against Jongin's hip. He looks small like this, vulnerable. Jongin's heart catches speed at the way the bruises look against his pale skin, dark inklings of how much Sehun trusts him with himself.
Jongin can't help but smile at the sight, his heart full and verging on discomfort. He exhales noisily and presses a chaste kiss against Sehun's cheek.
- i wrote most of this at 9am in the morning before my scheduled studying hours ha ha ha
- shamelessly titled from one direction's rock me
- also written while listening to 1d's heart attack, rock me and truly, madly, deeply
- thank you emmi for telling me this didn't suck i am sorry i broke you i love you.