Post #9.
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Fics ( #8)
The Distraction Called Jongin (EXO, Lu Han/Kai)
The Sad Lover's Toast (SHINee, SNSD, f(x); Minho/Yuri, Minho/Amber)
Humming Urban Stereo (EXO-K, Kai/Baekhyun)
All Alone Again (Super Junior M, Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi)
The Plan (B1A4, Baro/CNU)
The Art of War (EXO, Lu Han/Kai)
A Simple ( Read more... )
Fics ( #8)
The Distraction Called Jongin (EXO, Lu Han/Kai)
The Sad Lover's Toast (SHINee, SNSD, f(x); Minho/Yuri, Minho/Amber)
Humming Urban Stereo (EXO-K, Kai/Baekhyun)
All Alone Again (Super Junior M, Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi)
The Plan (B1A4, Baro/CNU)
The Art of War (EXO, Lu Han/Kai)
A Simple ( Read more... )
Jongin is, as in any situation not involving having to speak in front of people, or just speak to girls period, obnoxiously comfortable. Leaned back on a hand behind him, both legs sprawled out in front like forming some kind of landing strip for gazes, leading right up towards his groin where his cock stands tall and proud in all its rubicund glory, on open display for anyone who wants to watch. The naked toes on his left foot wriggle.
“Krystal Jung.” He says. Or rather, moans. Sort of pushes the words out from the back of his throat, like it’s a tremendous effort, along with a strangled gush of breath. Sehun glances at him, taking a detour up over the bookcase behind to make sure to reach his face without skidding over any other areas and of-fucking-course, his eyes are shut and his bottom lip is tucked in between his teeth, digging marks into the skin. Something around his abdomen, right outside Sehun’s peripheral vision, twitches notably and another exaggerated grunt is pushed out of his throat, and Sehun sort of wants to pound his face into the floor because what the fuck is he doing. What the fuck is he trying to prove. That he’s good at getting himself off? Is that some kind of accomplishment?
“No.” Baekhyun says. Or rather, hums. Sort of merrily singsongs the words out. He is idle and unhurried and savoring and has one leg tucked under the other and is blatantly watching his own cock as he strokes it, teases long fingers over its length to meet at the head. Smiles at something, at it, fondly. Sehun blinks slowly at him, once again starting to question his choice of friends before realizing that he’s now watching Baekhyun’s cock as well and hurrying to look somewhere else. “No.” Baekhyun says. “Jessica Jung.”
“Ooh-ho-ho.” Jongin groans, some ungodly hybrid between an appreciative chuckle and a shameless moan. “Good one.” He plays with his dick for a moment, pushing it down between his legs and snorting when it immediately springs back up. Sehun suppresses an urge to curl his fingers in the air.
“What about you, Sehun?” Baekhyun says and Sehun startles. His gaze instantly darts up - not towards Baekhyun, Baekhyun is preoccupied with making tender, eyecontacty love to his own genitals and Sehun knows this without having to check - his gaze darts up towards Jongin, Jongin whom he knows has already pinned Sehun with an expectant gaze, and reaches halfway across the bookcase before he catches it and whips it back down. He scoots another bit closer into the wall, pulling his knees another bit higher against his chest. It’s one thing that Jongin doesn’t mind being watched, but his unconcealed desire to watch can be a bit more than Sehun has bargained for. “Who-“
“I dunno.” Sehun says quickly, a stray dash of saliva startling enough to hit a bad spot in his throat and he chokes for a moment, having to give a few embarrassing coughs before managing to swallow the itch down.
“You don’t know?” Jongin says, and Sehun’s brain frantically browses through its catalogue of classmates and acquaintances and celebrities because he knows that if he doesn’t choose one, Jongin will choose one for him, but it’s much too fast and he can’t halt at any face nor connect it to any name and - “You don’t know?”
“I.” Sehun says.
“What about Taeyeon noona?”
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The blush settles hot and unpleasant over Sehun’s cheeks. He doesn’t need to look to see the stretch of Jongin’s lips. He has seen it before, can see it on the inside of his eyelids.
“Sucking you off?” Jongin says. “Looking up at you through her lashes? Moaning in the back of her throat? Because of how much she loves your cock?” Sehun looks down and watches said cock twitch against his jeans. “And she’ll touch herself? Hand slipping down into her pants? Because blowing you turns her on so fucking much? And she’ll say Sehun, she’ll say, Sehun-ah fuck me-“
“How can she talk with his dick in her mouth?” Baekhyun cuts him off, laughing hoarse and breathy.
Jongin looks taken aback for a moment, but swiftly collects himself. “Whatever.” He says. “I can see it. I can see it now…” His hand tightens around his dick, gaining speed by the second.
“Her being fucked by Sehun?”
“Shut up.” Jongin snarls. A grimace twitches over his face, hand working frantically and then he scrambles to his knees, free hand landing heavy on the floor and Sehun watches, his own fingers tightening instinctively as he watches the dark head darting in and out of the fist, faster and faster, until a hint of white spits out of it, drawing a neat arch through the air to land on the floor some foot away while the rest of the load dribbles down on the pale saltine under Jongin’s heaving chest.
“Fuck.” Jongin says, slowly unfolding his fingers and then slumping back with laughter twitching in his chest. “Fuck, have I ever not won at this? I’m a fucking machine.” He reaches for a tissue and then rises on his knees while zipping up his pants, cocking his head to the side. It’s already sort of hard to move his hand properly, but Sehun pulls his knees yet another bit closer to his chest.
“You need some help?” Jongin says, grin wide and keen and obnoxious on his face and for a short moment Sehun is sure that if he said yes, Jongin would reach out and curl his hand around him and jerk him in his stead. (For a short moment he actually pictures himself saying yes, pictures Jongin’s hand on his dick, pictures-)
“Fuck off.” He mutters, closing his eyes. He needs to take it up a notch, he’s not fucking losing this time. His brain goes through its catalogue again; the porn in innocently labeled folders in the depths of his laptop, the girl at that party last summer, fuckmeSehun-ahfuckme, (Jongin’s deep fucking groan when he comes -)
“Sehun-ah.” Baekhyun hums, and Sehun startles again. Some cold sweat breaks out on the back of his neck, without him being really sure why.
“What.”
Baekhyun smiles towards his dick. His hand is moving a little faster now. Jongin still stands straight on his knees, looking between them and sucking the inside of his bottom lip in between his teeth.
“You better hurry up, Sehun-ah.” The corner of Baekhyun’s mouth is twisting up, smug and obnoxious, and Sehun bites back a curse.
“Your grandmother!” He spits out. “Your grandmother’s… old… socks. Your. Last year’s English teacher!”
Baekhyun just laughs. “I can’t even hear you, Sehun-ah.”
“Your parents having sex!” Sehun sputters, desperate, but immediately feels a surge of nausea hit his own stomach (oh god, the images, don’t-), and literally has to force himself to hold on to his cock.
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“Mmm.” Baekhyun hums, leisurely getting to his knees. “Jessica noona…”
“Fuck!” Sehun caws, scrambling up as well. His unbuttoned (and already a bit too big) jeans slide down his legs when they straighten but he barely notices, taking place next to Baekhyun and making sure to poke him with his elbow when he wanks, fast and furious. He can’t really keep up with his own pace but what the fuck, he’ll force it out if he has to, distantly noting Jongin’s eyes on his naked groin as well as his own gaze sailing over to Baekhyun’s cock instead, those long fingers wrapped tight around the length with whitening knuckles and sharp nails and (fuck, he is so swollen, he can’t be far) and (Jongin’s deep groan, Jongin’s deep groan, Jongin’s deep groan when he jizzes, anything-)
And then he hits it; he hits it - his cock choking out a bleary pearl of spunk but in the very same moment Baekhyun releases a hoarse, utterly exaggerated and overly obscene moan, the side of his upper lip twitching, and paints a long streak of jizz across the cracker and the floor. He doesn’t even catch his breath before falling in with Jongin’s loud cackles and the rest of Sehun’s load trickles down on the linoleum, late by a fucking couple of seconds.
“I-“ Sehun tries. “I did- I came before him! I just. It…”
Baekhyun stares at him for a second before giving a thick snort in the back of his throat. “Yeah right. That one’s new.”
“You’re so sloppy, hyung.” Jongin tuts, leaning down on a hand and sweeping up some stray spunk with his middle finger, dumping it on the already generously frosted saltine. “Learn to aim, will you.”
Sehun glares down at him while Baekhyun throws his head back in loud guffaws. “This isn’t fucking fair.”
“Well boo-fucking-hoo, you big baby.” Jongin sneers. “You know the rules. You lost. Now hurry up, cracker’s getting soggy.”
Sehun purses lips.
“Come on, Sehun-ah.” Baekhyun rolls his eyes. “Just do it. Otherwise we’ll never invite you again.”
Sehun grits his teeth, strangled growl drowned in Jongin’s chortles as he asks if it’s a sweet or salty one and Baekhyun replies that he thinks it’s pretty salty.
“Hey.” Jongin says then, and reaches out his sticky middle finger. “Don’t forget about this.” His smirk is wide and cocky and taunting but also knowing - the knowledge of having the upper hand, (always having the upper hand,) the knowledge of what Sehun will do.
But Sehun is so fucking tired of it. Sehun glares at him. Sehun whips out his own hand, grabbing Jongin’s by the wrist to pull it closer and put the middle finger in his mouth, deep; lips closing around the hilt and sucking tight while slowly sliding it back out. Clean and wet.
Jongin’s eyes are wide and still and hesitant. Baekhyun’s face has stiffened in what once must have been a grin. Sehun sniffs, takes the cracker between his fingers and gives it a big dog-lap across the upside. Some cream drips down on his chin and he makes sure to lick it up, tongue sticking long and seed-covered and disgusting out of his mouth. The saltine barely crunches between his teeth. He chews and swallows and then gets to his feet, nodding down towards Baekhyun’s crotch.
“Zip up, hyung, will you.”
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