✧ lover wanted ✧
✖ lover wanted
✖ junmyeon/sehun; nc-17
✖ sehun's on the cusp of something. he just needs junmyeon to deliver. 1184w.
✖ didi ke liya!! blows kisses ♡
Sehun is trying very had to ignore the hand Junmyeon’s slipped up his thigh, the thoughtful look on his face cute, if frustrating. There is no way Junmyeon isn’t aware of his affect on Sehun, he’s always letting his hands linger in places that are definitely not pg, nevermind that he once trailed a finger down Sehun’s chest to his navel, pretending to look innocent.
He shifts, but Junmyeon’s hand is steady, thumb beginning to rub little circles into the muscle. The tightness in his jeans is uncomfortable to say the least, but the flush across his cheeks is worse. There’s a gasp sitting on the tip of his tongue, a burning need for more.
Sehun’s always tended to gravitate toward older men who had a little money in the bank (or in Junmyeon’s case enough to make Forbes magazine), but this wasn’t going as planned. Sehun isn’t supposed to feel this helpless, like Junmyeon’s just waiting to see him fall apart. They’re not even officially dating, but Junmyeon had sat through the board meeting today with his eyes fixed on Sehun, lips pursed in amusement. He liked watching Sehun squirm, that much Sehun was aware of.
“Hyung,” Sehun starts, grabbing a pillow from the couch to hide his rather obvious boner. “This is boring.”
“If you want to seal deals, Sehuna,” Junmyeon tells him, only glancing Sehun’s way momentarily. “You need to know how to play golf.”
“I’m not a CEO,” Sehun mumbles, burying his nose into the pillow. I only want to date one, he adds, the tips of his ears burning. When he’d started working as a secretary for one of the executives in the company, a job he’d worked himself up for, fighting tooth and nail, he hadn’t expected to be spending this much time with the CEO. Especially in a non-working capacity.
“You could be, one day,” Junmyeon responds, finally turning to really look at Sehun. Something churns in his stomach. Junmyeon’s mouth is so close, his hand is searing through the fabric of Sehun’s jeans.
“I don’t...really want to be,” Sehun says, dropping his gaze. Junmyeon’s collar bones stare back at him, temptation burns up his spine. Sehun tries desperately to hold back his blush, catching his lower lip between his teeth.
“Why? If you think you couldn’t, you’re -- ”
“No,” Sehun interrupts, “I just like where I am. I’m not that...ambitious.”
Junmyeon doesn’t say anything but the way his look of concern morphs into a smirk is worrisome. Sehun doesn’t really enjoy Junmeyon’s smirks. (This is a complete and utter lie, half of Sehun’s jerking off fantasies revolve around Junmyeon’s smirk, Junmyeon bending him over and fucking Sehun until his legs give out.)
“You are ambitious,” Junmyeon laughs. “Just not about the same things as the rest of us.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I think you know what it means,” Junmyeon smirks, hand sliding higher up Sehun’s thigh until Junmeyon’s fingers graze the very obvious bulge. Sehun hisses, clutching the pillow in his arms tighter, eyes squeezing shut.
Junmyeon’s voice drops down an octave, curls around Sehun’s neck like fingers squeezing the air out of him. “Did you get this hard just sitting here with me, Sehuna?”
He’s too close, mouthing along the jut of Sehun’s jaw, tongue tracing the curve of Sehun’s neck, the edge of his collarbones. Sehun’s skin is on fire, chest frozen as he rasps for a breath, fingers curling into Junmyeon’s shoulder. Junmyeon’s hand is palming his cock, teasingly soft, like he’s enjoying the pinched look of desire on Sehun’s face. His ex had filmed Sehun getting fucked once, made Sehun watch it afterwards as he fingered Sehun from behind. Sehun had come without being touched.
“No,” he breathes, shuddering when Junmyeon’s hand inches up higher, sliding over Sehun’s quivering stomach. Junmyeon had done this before, in his office, the blinds of his ceiling to floor windows open. Sehun had felt like a whore then, pressed into the glass, cock on display for the world to see. Junmyeon had smoothed the collar of his shirt down after, the dark bruises on his neck visible for the entire office.
“You’re a bad liar,” Junmyeon whispers, knocking the pillow out of Sehun’s hands. Sehun watches his mouth inch closer, nearly cross-eyed before he shuts them, the softness of Junmyeon’s mouth against his devastating. His fingers dig into Junmyeon’s shoulder, whining as Junmyeon’s tongue traces Sehun’s upper lip, sucking it into his mouth seconds later.
Junmyeon’s hand travels higher, thumb rubbing over Sehun;s nipple, tongue delving into Sehun’s mouth. Sehun lets himself be pushed down, the golf tournament forgotten as Junmyeon sucks on Sehun’s tongue, the thickness of his cock pressing against Sehun’s thigh as Junmyeon’s weight settles on top of him.
“Would you quit if I asked you to?” Junmyeon asks him, pulling gasps out of Sehun as if he were playing the piano and all Sehun could do was sing for him.
“W-why would you…” Sehun never finishes the question, voice hitching as Junmyeon grinds his hips down against Sehun’s aching cock. The friction isn’t enough, not when Sehun wants so much, wants Junmyeon all over him, wants to be claimed.
“I want to own you,” Junmyeon whispers into his ear, biting down on the lobe, lips sucking the sting of pain away. Sehun shudders underneath him, grinding into Junmyeon’s thigh desperately, whining pathetically as the words sink into him, squeeze around his heart.
“Then own me,” Sehun answers, breathless and trembling, rubbing against Junmyeon’s thigh singlemindedly, the cusp of his orgasm burning hot through his veins. Junmyeon’s mouth is sucking obscenities into his neck, hips meeting Sehun’s halfway as they rut against each other, Sehun’s moans pitched high, voice cracking as he gasps out Junmyeon’s name.
His underwear feels hot and sticky as he falls back down, a thin sheen of sweat glistens over Junmyeon’s skin. He fists fingers into Sehun’s hair, pulls on the strands harder than Sehun likes, but i doesn’t matter not when Junmyeon is looking at him so intensely.
He kisses Sehun like he wants to devour him, teeth sharp as they sink into Sehun’s lips, pulling, sucking. Sehun lets him take what he’s looking for, already undone, little pants falling from between his lips as Junmyeon pulls away. The look of concentration, pupils dilated, makes Sehun’s cock twitch.
“I’ll take good care of you,” Junmyeon tells him, pushing Sehun’s hair back. “That’s what you want, right?”
Sehun only nods, words piling up in his throat. It feels like there’s a heavy weight on his chest, like some invisible force is pressing down, waiting until the strength of his ribs buckles. The blush settling over his cheeks is too much, Junmyeon’s slow smirk, his hand stroking down Sehun’s side taking the edge off. He’s in good hands, Sehun knows as much.
“Hyung,” Sehun licks his lips, arms wrapping around Junmyeons neck. “Treat me like a princess.”
Junmyeon laughs, leaning down to kiss Sehun again (and again, and again). He pulls away only slightly, forehead resting against Sehun’s. “Deal.”
✖ junmyeon/sehun; nc-17
✖ sehun's on the cusp of something. he just needs junmyeon to deliver. 1184w.
✖ didi ke liya!! blows kisses ♡
Sehun is trying very had to ignore the hand Junmyeon’s slipped up his thigh, the thoughtful look on his face cute, if frustrating. There is no way Junmyeon isn’t aware of his affect on Sehun, he’s always letting his hands linger in places that are definitely not pg, nevermind that he once trailed a finger down Sehun’s chest to his navel, pretending to look innocent.
He shifts, but Junmyeon’s hand is steady, thumb beginning to rub little circles into the muscle. The tightness in his jeans is uncomfortable to say the least, but the flush across his cheeks is worse. There’s a gasp sitting on the tip of his tongue, a burning need for more.
Sehun’s always tended to gravitate toward older men who had a little money in the bank (or in Junmyeon’s case enough to make Forbes magazine), but this wasn’t going as planned. Sehun isn’t supposed to feel this helpless, like Junmyeon’s just waiting to see him fall apart. They’re not even officially dating, but Junmyeon had sat through the board meeting today with his eyes fixed on Sehun, lips pursed in amusement. He liked watching Sehun squirm, that much Sehun was aware of.
“Hyung,” Sehun starts, grabbing a pillow from the couch to hide his rather obvious boner. “This is boring.”
“If you want to seal deals, Sehuna,” Junmyeon tells him, only glancing Sehun’s way momentarily. “You need to know how to play golf.”
“I’m not a CEO,” Sehun mumbles, burying his nose into the pillow. I only want to date one, he adds, the tips of his ears burning. When he’d started working as a secretary for one of the executives in the company, a job he’d worked himself up for, fighting tooth and nail, he hadn’t expected to be spending this much time with the CEO. Especially in a non-working capacity.
“You could be, one day,” Junmyeon responds, finally turning to really look at Sehun. Something churns in his stomach. Junmyeon’s mouth is so close, his hand is searing through the fabric of Sehun’s jeans.
“I don’t...really want to be,” Sehun says, dropping his gaze. Junmyeon’s collar bones stare back at him, temptation burns up his spine. Sehun tries desperately to hold back his blush, catching his lower lip between his teeth.
“Why? If you think you couldn’t, you’re -- ”
“No,” Sehun interrupts, “I just like where I am. I’m not that...ambitious.”
Junmyeon doesn’t say anything but the way his look of concern morphs into a smirk is worrisome. Sehun doesn’t really enjoy Junmeyon’s smirks. (This is a complete and utter lie, half of Sehun’s jerking off fantasies revolve around Junmyeon’s smirk, Junmyeon bending him over and fucking Sehun until his legs give out.)
“You are ambitious,” Junmyeon laughs. “Just not about the same things as the rest of us.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I think you know what it means,” Junmyeon smirks, hand sliding higher up Sehun’s thigh until Junmeyon’s fingers graze the very obvious bulge. Sehun hisses, clutching the pillow in his arms tighter, eyes squeezing shut.
Junmyeon’s voice drops down an octave, curls around Sehun’s neck like fingers squeezing the air out of him. “Did you get this hard just sitting here with me, Sehuna?”
He’s too close, mouthing along the jut of Sehun’s jaw, tongue tracing the curve of Sehun’s neck, the edge of his collarbones. Sehun’s skin is on fire, chest frozen as he rasps for a breath, fingers curling into Junmyeon’s shoulder. Junmyeon’s hand is palming his cock, teasingly soft, like he’s enjoying the pinched look of desire on Sehun’s face. His ex had filmed Sehun getting fucked once, made Sehun watch it afterwards as he fingered Sehun from behind. Sehun had come without being touched.
“No,” he breathes, shuddering when Junmyeon’s hand inches up higher, sliding over Sehun’s quivering stomach. Junmyeon had done this before, in his office, the blinds of his ceiling to floor windows open. Sehun had felt like a whore then, pressed into the glass, cock on display for the world to see. Junmyeon had smoothed the collar of his shirt down after, the dark bruises on his neck visible for the entire office.
“You’re a bad liar,” Junmyeon whispers, knocking the pillow out of Sehun’s hands. Sehun watches his mouth inch closer, nearly cross-eyed before he shuts them, the softness of Junmyeon’s mouth against his devastating. His fingers dig into Junmyeon’s shoulder, whining as Junmyeon’s tongue traces Sehun’s upper lip, sucking it into his mouth seconds later.
Junmyeon’s hand travels higher, thumb rubbing over Sehun;s nipple, tongue delving into Sehun’s mouth. Sehun lets himself be pushed down, the golf tournament forgotten as Junmyeon sucks on Sehun’s tongue, the thickness of his cock pressing against Sehun’s thigh as Junmyeon’s weight settles on top of him.
“Would you quit if I asked you to?” Junmyeon asks him, pulling gasps out of Sehun as if he were playing the piano and all Sehun could do was sing for him.
“W-why would you…” Sehun never finishes the question, voice hitching as Junmyeon grinds his hips down against Sehun’s aching cock. The friction isn’t enough, not when Sehun wants so much, wants Junmyeon all over him, wants to be claimed.
“I want to own you,” Junmyeon whispers into his ear, biting down on the lobe, lips sucking the sting of pain away. Sehun shudders underneath him, grinding into Junmyeon’s thigh desperately, whining pathetically as the words sink into him, squeeze around his heart.
“Then own me,” Sehun answers, breathless and trembling, rubbing against Junmyeon’s thigh singlemindedly, the cusp of his orgasm burning hot through his veins. Junmyeon’s mouth is sucking obscenities into his neck, hips meeting Sehun’s halfway as they rut against each other, Sehun’s moans pitched high, voice cracking as he gasps out Junmyeon’s name.
His underwear feels hot and sticky as he falls back down, a thin sheen of sweat glistens over Junmyeon’s skin. He fists fingers into Sehun’s hair, pulls on the strands harder than Sehun likes, but i doesn’t matter not when Junmyeon is looking at him so intensely.
He kisses Sehun like he wants to devour him, teeth sharp as they sink into Sehun’s lips, pulling, sucking. Sehun lets him take what he’s looking for, already undone, little pants falling from between his lips as Junmyeon pulls away. The look of concentration, pupils dilated, makes Sehun’s cock twitch.
“I’ll take good care of you,” Junmyeon tells him, pushing Sehun’s hair back. “That’s what you want, right?”
Sehun only nods, words piling up in his throat. It feels like there’s a heavy weight on his chest, like some invisible force is pressing down, waiting until the strength of his ribs buckles. The blush settling over his cheeks is too much, Junmyeon’s slow smirk, his hand stroking down Sehun’s side taking the edge off. He’s in good hands, Sehun knows as much.
“Hyung,” Sehun licks his lips, arms wrapping around Junmyeons neck. “Treat me like a princess.”
Junmyeon laughs, leaning down to kiss Sehun again (and again, and again). He pulls away only slightly, forehead resting against Sehun’s. “Deal.”