[jongin/sehun] panties were made to be fucked in
a|n the closet isn’t a metaphor for anything 8|
for my bb zeropercent because panty porn is the best medicine for anything :)
“Get out of the closet already,” Jongin complains to Sehun. “I wanna see if I got my money’s worth.”
Sehun, with cheeks burning, opens the door of the closet he wanted to make his new home and walks out of it. He doesn't remember his room being this cold, he thinks as his naked upper body and thighs shiver.
“Aw, you didn’t put on the corset,” Jongin says, frowning and Sehun glares at him. “It wouldn’t fit,” He tries to say calmly.
Jongin nods, disappointment clear on his face, and he motions for Sehun to stand in between his legs, “Get your cute ass over here.”
Sehun sighs and walks to where Jongin wants him, wincing as he does so, the wedgie he had was chaffing painfully.
“Why did you buy such a small pair,” Sehun mumbles, already figuring out the answer watching Jongin stare wide-eyed at his hard dick suffocating inside the tiny pink fabric.
Jongin looks like a fat kid at a candy store as his hands slips underneath the lacy fabric, squeezing Sehun’s buttocks with a grin plastered on his face.
“I thought this size would fit you best,” Jongin says innocently and he moves his hands forward, taking in how well the panties stretch across Sehun’s skinny hips. “Turn around,” He tells him, his voice low and Sehun turns, hearing Jongin’s voice catch. He kneads Sehun’s buttocks and Sehun lets out a whimper.
“Can I just take these off already and have you fuck me,” Sehun grumbles, whining slightly and Jongin shakes his head, revelling in how well the pink looks against Sehun’s soft, white skin. He wanted to take his time to enjoy Sehun in panties just a while longer.
Jongin smacks his ass, “That’s for eating my only slice of chicken during diet week,” He slaps the reddening flesh again, “That’s for not making me come two weeks ago when I let you fuck me.” Sehun winces as Jongin slaps his ass repeatedly. “That’s for sleeping with Luhan hyung instead of me on the only day we had off last week.”
Sehun lets out a tiny noise and his back arches, his ass was smarting and panties were getting tighter as his erection took up what little breathing room there was.
“You should-ah,” His ass wobbles a little after every slap. Jongin wonders if he should ask trainer hyung if he could include more squats into their workout.
“You should find other ways to let out all of this pent-up anger, keeping it in for so long-ah,” Jongin gave his ass another smack before he could finish, “It’s not healthy,” Sehun says, his voice sounding considerably smaller.
Jongin nods, smirking at his handiwork flaring red across Sehun’s white buttocks.
“Sure,” Jongin says, turning Sehun around himself, “I’m going to fuck you with your panties on. Face against the pillow.”
Sehun would kill Jongin if he wasn’t such a good fuck. He knew all of Sehun’s sensitive points, what made him tick and what could have him easily throw his head back in an almost scream, ass clenching around his dick and mouth trembling with sobs of his name as he kisses down the slope of his back. It was the benefits and the downfalls of having a friend as close as he was with Jongin.
Jongin had a tight grip on his panties, pulling them down so his ass was exposed but doesn't let them leave his hips and grabs them tightly into a fistful so his balls and cock could be painfully trapped. He ignores Sehun’s pleas for release and he plows his pliant ass groaning, jaw slack and eyes closed.
He doesn’t stop thrusting into Sehun’s ass, milking in the heat around his dick and Sehun’s whimpers and moans as he pushes back into Jongin. He must look awful, Jongin muses, licking his lips as he thinks of Sehun’s pink face, tear-stained and lips swollen from biting back sobs.
He realizes he doesn’t need to think of his face, he has it right here in front of him, so he pulls out and he flips Sehun around, laughing hoarsely at his complaints, He removes Sehun’s panties, causing Sehun to gasp out in relief, and Jongin snickers, bending Sehun’s legs and he begins to thrust back inside his ass.
Sehun is an absolute mess, his chest and face covered in a light pink and his cock curved hard against his belly. Jongin bites his lips, his eyes unable to look away from the way Sehun's dick slaps his stomach lightly, he should remember to suck Sehun off later.
Both of what little words they could muster soon become garbled as they are both close to coming. Jongin, unable to hold back any longer, is the first to go, exploding inside of Sehun’s walls. He pulls out before Sehun can follow him and a string of curses leave Sehun’s wrecked lips. Jongin snickers, “Watch your language, cockslut,” and smacks Sehun’s oversensitive ass.
Sehun bites his lips, he doesn’t have a retort for Jongin, but releases his lip once his dick gets shrouded with a wet heat. Jongin’s mouth were born to suck cock, Sehun thinks in the bleary haze of his mind, and groans, watching Jongin at work, head bobbing up down and lips wrapped beautifully around his cock. He was taking his dick down his throat with such ease that Sehun wonders if he was born without a gag reflex.
It takes Sehun only a few moments until he’s coming down his throat and Jongin sucks it all up easily. He lets go of Sehun’s dick with a pop and immediately starts kissing Sehun’s lips.
Sehun’s face scrunches up in disgust as he tastes himself, “What the fuck did I eat?” He says aloud while Jongin sucks on his lower lip, he must be still stuck in the phallic stage, Sehun thinks of his unfinished psych homework briefly.
“Joonma made lunch remember, fucking rich boy can’t cook for shit,” Jongin slides over Sehun’s spread out body and they gently rut against each other, Jongin’s dancer hips fitting so perfectly with Sehun’s gently curved ones. They suck face, messy and disgusting just how Sehun likes it, and once they come down from their highs, Jongin rolls off of Sehun so he can sleep on his back and pulls Sehun close against him, not caring about how filthy they both were.
“I’m going to keep your soiled panties,” Jongin whispers over Sehun’s head deliriously, brushing Sehun’s hair so it can’t cover his eyes, “And not wash them so I can sniff them every night while I'm jerking off with you in my mind.”
“How creepily romantic,” Sehun mutters, burying his face against Jongin’s smooth chest, the strings of sleep easily pulling him in now.
“Damn straight.”