[EXO] you're made up, dressed up, messed up
you're made up, dressed up, messed up | exo | jongin/sehun | nc-17 | ~1200
in which there are suits and a blowjob
please direct all blame to hoaegi
you're made up, dressed up, messed up
“If you get this suit dirty I’ll fucking kill you,” Sehun warns, even as Jongin is making quick work of his belt buckle, nimble hands removing it quickly. He pops the button loose and tugs down the zipper and pulls down Sehun’s pants in one swift movement. Sehun isn’t wearing anything underneath.
“Were you expecting this, Sehun?” Jongin asks, eyes looking up from where he is kneeling at Sehun’s feet. His eyes are dark with mischief, even as his hand finds Sehun’s cock, holding it lightly in his hand.
“Just shut up,” Sehun manages to grunt out, as Jongin rubs his thumb over the slit of his cock over and over again, and Sehun feels himself grow harder just from that alone. He tilts his head back so it leans against the wall, but makes sure that his back doesn’t touch it. He can’t risk his suit jacket getting wrinkled.
Jongin does this for a while, thumb a light pressure and the rest of his hand jerking Sehun off slowly, just stroking Sehun’s cock slowly. Sehun is frustrated, the little sparks that are invading his insides giving him a feeling that’s just on the edge of pleasure.
“You better not come on my suit,” Jongin murmurs, even as he drags a light nail down the length of Sehun’s cock. Sehun feels a shudder pass through him, along with the same sparks of electricity that course through his veins. His head feels light with pleasure, emptied, as if all the blood had rushed southwards (it might have).
“You’re going to have make sure I come down your throat instead then,” Sehun hears himself say. The pressure on his cock is gone for all of a split second, before the tip of his cock is engulfed in wet heat. He tangles fingers into Jongin’s hair, not even caring that Jongin is probably going to bitch about it later, lips pursed in a pout.
Said lips are currently around the head of his cock though, and Sehun thinks Jongin looks amazing like that, on his knees in a suit, fingers in his hair and mouth warming his cock. Jongin sucks on him almost languidly, even as he looks up at Sehun through hooded eyes. His hands come up to grip on Sehun’s hips, nails just barely digging into soft skin.
Sehun waits for Jongin to do more, for Jongin to take more of him, to use his teeth or tongue, anything, but Jongin is practically static. He reaches up to his neck to fix his bowtie, it’s probably a little crooked anyway, and accidentally unravels it when Jongin suddenly takes more of his cock into his mouth, and then he fucking hums, and the little vibrations cause Sehun to tug too hard on one of his bowtie. He presses his head back harder, the tension in his back from trying not to slump becoming a low, dull ache that spiders across his back.
“Fuck, Jongin, quick,” he gasps out, sensation making his legs jelly. He tugs on Jongin’s hair tighter, even as Jongin tongue moves beneath his cock ever so slightly, tongue brushing the vein that runs along its underside. Sehun feels himself jerk towards Jongin’s mouth, but the fingers on his hips dig deeper, holding him in place.
When Jongin pulls away, a string of spit connects Jongin’s mouth to Sehun’s cock. Jongin licks his lips, lips that are already tinged red, almost swollen.
“What the fuck, Jongin,” Sehun groans.
“I just want to tell you that I really like doing this,” Jongin says, eyes trained on Sehun, serious. Jongin has moments like this, where he tries to reassure Sehun (and himself) and that he likes what he is doing. Is as if his body acts on its own and when his mind catches up, he needs a moment to process everything.
“Yeah, I know, but you can please get back to - this?” Sehun replies, one hand vaguely motioning to his cock. Jongin leans forward again, and licks a stripe up the side. He licks it a few times, tongue pink against Sehun’s cock, and Sehun thinks he could just come from this, the feeling for the minimal roughness of Jongin’s tongue wet on his cock.
Jongin takes Sehun’s cock back into his mouth, curling one hand around the base. Sehun can’t help but call Jongin good boy when he feels the back of Jongin’s throat. Jongin works on this for a while, bobbing his head as he tries to get more of Sehun into his mouth, down his throat. Sehun watches him do this, and he feels like he is separated from his own body, floating with too much pleasure running through him.
When Jongin holds his cock in place against the back of his throat, Sehun can’t help but thrust forward even as he sees tears form on the edge of Jongin’s eyes, even as the loud sound of Jongin breathing through his nose fills his ears.
“Would you like someone to come in now, Jongin? Would you like someone to see you kneeling in front of me, mouth full of cock?” Sehun says, tone soft but alluring. He feels Jongin’s throat constrict again, as Jongin tries to whimper.
He comes down Jongin’s throat in erratic pulses, and is enthralled by the way Jongin’s throat works to swallow it, adam’s apple bobbing almost frantically. He reaches down for the collar of Jongin’s shirt and tugs him to his feet, and doesn’t give him a second of rest before kissing him. He licks at the come that trails down the side of Jongin’s mouth. Jongin taste of him and the strawberries he had eaten earlier, and Sehun licks and kisses until he can’t taste either.
Jongin pulls on his lower lip with his teeth, and Sehun retaliates by scraping teeth against his upper lip. He feels Jongin’s lips attempt to curl into a smile, before there’s a tongue that explores the cave of his mouth. He pushes against it with his own tongue, and it becomes a game, both trying to mess up what the other is doing. His lower cheeks and even chin are sloppy with saliva, but he still continues to kiss Jongin, messy.
He licks at Jongin’s face too, even if the glitter lingering there is coarse on his tongue.
They pull apart when there is a series of rapid knocks against the door. Jongin springs away, accidentally nicking Sehun’s lower lip. Sehun licks it, and the taste of copper fills his mouth.
“You’re going to regret that later,” he says, even as he is pulling his pants up and buckling his belt. His pants are just a little wrinkled, and he attempts to make them smooth again, rubbing hands against them.
“I can’t wait,” Jongin replies him, voice just the edge of hoarse. Sehun can’t help the smile that touches the corner of his lips. He redoes his bowtie and helps Jongin adjust his tie back to proper.
“I plan to make you wait for a long time later on.”
- let's just consider this a break from troisbang even though i cannot afford one
- inspired by exo-k in suits
- title taken from the lyrics of all time low's damned if i do ya (damned if i don't)
- i need to stop porn-ing i promise next exo fic will be pg.
- either that xinglu or that other ot12 AU thing
- rambles
- twitter: zitaoge
in which there are suits and a blowjob
please direct all blame to hoaegi
you're made up, dressed up, messed up
“If you get this suit dirty I’ll fucking kill you,” Sehun warns, even as Jongin is making quick work of his belt buckle, nimble hands removing it quickly. He pops the button loose and tugs down the zipper and pulls down Sehun’s pants in one swift movement. Sehun isn’t wearing anything underneath.
“Were you expecting this, Sehun?” Jongin asks, eyes looking up from where he is kneeling at Sehun’s feet. His eyes are dark with mischief, even as his hand finds Sehun’s cock, holding it lightly in his hand.
“Just shut up,” Sehun manages to grunt out, as Jongin rubs his thumb over the slit of his cock over and over again, and Sehun feels himself grow harder just from that alone. He tilts his head back so it leans against the wall, but makes sure that his back doesn’t touch it. He can’t risk his suit jacket getting wrinkled.
Jongin does this for a while, thumb a light pressure and the rest of his hand jerking Sehun off slowly, just stroking Sehun’s cock slowly. Sehun is frustrated, the little sparks that are invading his insides giving him a feeling that’s just on the edge of pleasure.
“You better not come on my suit,” Jongin murmurs, even as he drags a light nail down the length of Sehun’s cock. Sehun feels a shudder pass through him, along with the same sparks of electricity that course through his veins. His head feels light with pleasure, emptied, as if all the blood had rushed southwards (it might have).
“You’re going to have make sure I come down your throat instead then,” Sehun hears himself say. The pressure on his cock is gone for all of a split second, before the tip of his cock is engulfed in wet heat. He tangles fingers into Jongin’s hair, not even caring that Jongin is probably going to bitch about it later, lips pursed in a pout.
Said lips are currently around the head of his cock though, and Sehun thinks Jongin looks amazing like that, on his knees in a suit, fingers in his hair and mouth warming his cock. Jongin sucks on him almost languidly, even as he looks up at Sehun through hooded eyes. His hands come up to grip on Sehun’s hips, nails just barely digging into soft skin.
Sehun waits for Jongin to do more, for Jongin to take more of him, to use his teeth or tongue, anything, but Jongin is practically static. He reaches up to his neck to fix his bowtie, it’s probably a little crooked anyway, and accidentally unravels it when Jongin suddenly takes more of his cock into his mouth, and then he fucking hums, and the little vibrations cause Sehun to tug too hard on one of his bowtie. He presses his head back harder, the tension in his back from trying not to slump becoming a low, dull ache that spiders across his back.
“Fuck, Jongin, quick,” he gasps out, sensation making his legs jelly. He tugs on Jongin’s hair tighter, even as Jongin tongue moves beneath his cock ever so slightly, tongue brushing the vein that runs along its underside. Sehun feels himself jerk towards Jongin’s mouth, but the fingers on his hips dig deeper, holding him in place.
When Jongin pulls away, a string of spit connects Jongin’s mouth to Sehun’s cock. Jongin licks his lips, lips that are already tinged red, almost swollen.
“What the fuck, Jongin,” Sehun groans.
“I just want to tell you that I really like doing this,” Jongin says, eyes trained on Sehun, serious. Jongin has moments like this, where he tries to reassure Sehun (and himself) and that he likes what he is doing. Is as if his body acts on its own and when his mind catches up, he needs a moment to process everything.
“Yeah, I know, but you can please get back to - this?” Sehun replies, one hand vaguely motioning to his cock. Jongin leans forward again, and licks a stripe up the side. He licks it a few times, tongue pink against Sehun’s cock, and Sehun thinks he could just come from this, the feeling for the minimal roughness of Jongin’s tongue wet on his cock.
Jongin takes Sehun’s cock back into his mouth, curling one hand around the base. Sehun can’t help but call Jongin good boy when he feels the back of Jongin’s throat. Jongin works on this for a while, bobbing his head as he tries to get more of Sehun into his mouth, down his throat. Sehun watches him do this, and he feels like he is separated from his own body, floating with too much pleasure running through him.
When Jongin holds his cock in place against the back of his throat, Sehun can’t help but thrust forward even as he sees tears form on the edge of Jongin’s eyes, even as the loud sound of Jongin breathing through his nose fills his ears.
“Would you like someone to come in now, Jongin? Would you like someone to see you kneeling in front of me, mouth full of cock?” Sehun says, tone soft but alluring. He feels Jongin’s throat constrict again, as Jongin tries to whimper.
He comes down Jongin’s throat in erratic pulses, and is enthralled by the way Jongin’s throat works to swallow it, adam’s apple bobbing almost frantically. He reaches down for the collar of Jongin’s shirt and tugs him to his feet, and doesn’t give him a second of rest before kissing him. He licks at the come that trails down the side of Jongin’s mouth. Jongin taste of him and the strawberries he had eaten earlier, and Sehun licks and kisses until he can’t taste either.
Jongin pulls on his lower lip with his teeth, and Sehun retaliates by scraping teeth against his upper lip. He feels Jongin’s lips attempt to curl into a smile, before there’s a tongue that explores the cave of his mouth. He pushes against it with his own tongue, and it becomes a game, both trying to mess up what the other is doing. His lower cheeks and even chin are sloppy with saliva, but he still continues to kiss Jongin, messy.
He licks at Jongin’s face too, even if the glitter lingering there is coarse on his tongue.
They pull apart when there is a series of rapid knocks against the door. Jongin springs away, accidentally nicking Sehun’s lower lip. Sehun licks it, and the taste of copper fills his mouth.
“You’re going to regret that later,” he says, even as he is pulling his pants up and buckling his belt. His pants are just a little wrinkled, and he attempts to make them smooth again, rubbing hands against them.
“I can’t wait,” Jongin replies him, voice just the edge of hoarse. Sehun can’t help the smile that touches the corner of his lips. He redoes his bowtie and helps Jongin adjust his tie back to proper.
“I plan to make you wait for a long time later on.”
- let's just consider this a break from troisbang even though i cannot afford one
- inspired by exo-k in suits
- title taken from the lyrics of all time low's damned if i do ya (damned if i don't)
- i need to stop porn-ing i promise next exo fic will be pg.
- either that xinglu or that other ot12 AU thing
- rambles
- twitter: zitaoge