you like it wet (and so do i) [1/1]
Title: you like it wet (and so do i)
Pairing: Jongin/Sehun
Length: ~3000w
Warnings: crossdressing, light bondage, (not really?) daddy kink
Summary: Sehun is really grateful to the delivery guy. And Luhan.
Notes: written for exok_ink
It all starts with a tiny glimpse of- Sehun doesn’t even know what that is. A package with the label Fredericks was delivered a few minutes ago, and now sits unassumingly on the dingy study table of Jongin and Sehun’s shared dorm. It takes Sehun an alarming amount of self control and the reminder that he promised not to touch Jongin’s things to keep from inspecting the contents of the nondescript package.
It bothers him for the rest of the day, even as he packs a bag for dance practice. Sehun doesn’t have morning classes today, but Jongin does, so they don’t see each other until four, in the studio. By the time practice is done, Sehun’s itching to ask Jongin about the delivery.
“Hey, Jongin.”
“Yeah?”
“You know, there was a package for you delivered this morning?” Jongin whips his head around fast with an expression so intense, Sehun almost jumps back in surprise.
“Did you open it? Because I swear, it’s not for me. It’s for my- uh- sister”
“No… I just left it on the counter. Remember? I don’t touch your shit, you don’t touch mine.” Sehun quirks a brow, but Jongin looks relieved, and keeps quiet for the rest of the way back home.
*****
No no no, it actually starts with Luhan. It always starts with Luhan. Sehun knew he should have been at least slightly suspicious when Baekhyun told him about some kind of ritual bonding blowjob that was going on in the dorm next door. Said dorm was occupied by none other than Luhan. And Yifan. Or whatever Luhan liked to call his Chinese-Canadian (boytoy) boyfriend. He’s very invested in art, you know. Says ‘Fanfan’ has an artistic feel to it. Much like how I paint his face with my dick. Sehun had flung the nearest textbook in Luhan’s direction.
This time is no different, all three of them, stumbling back to the dorms all in various states of drunkeness on a loose Friday night. “For my birthday, we are going to have so much fun, you guys are not gointobelievet.” Luhan had slurred, “we’re gonna have girrrls but they’re notreallygirlsssss” before unceremoniously passing out on Sehun and Jongin’s couch.
******
Sehun finds out exactly what fun is, a week and a couple beers later, at Luhan’s birthday party. Cocktails of various neon colors line up on the counter and Sehun tries in vain to find the birthday boy, who is undoubtedly casting his charms on some unfortunate stranger.
Who he does find is a person whose pantyhose has a little rip above the laced flower patterns. His eyes follow up to find Jongin staring back at him and he almost spits out his drink. “Not everyday you see a party like this?” Jongin remarks, off-handedly, but clearly amused as Sehun attempts to stop choking and coughing. The tear in the fabric runs all the way up to his inner thigh, and Sehun swallows again, catching a flash of skin. He wonders how that skin would feel against his tongue, stomach coiling at the thought, before he shakes his head and makes his way toward Jongin.
“Luhan said we should cross-dress and shit. Adds to the atmosphere and all that. I mean, there’s no harm in humoring him, right?”
“Y-yeah.” If Sehun’s voice sounds strained, Jongin doesn’t comment.
“It looks alright? Jinri did it, by the way.” Jongin’s still talking to him, as he situates them on a couch in the back of the room.
Sehun’s brain is now actively trying to refrain from wondering whether Jongin actually went all the way and wore lingerie under the outfit as well, but his dick is not making that effort.
“Y-yeah, it looks good. She did a good job,” he manages, downing another glass of beer.
They lounge comfortably (as comfortable as Sehun can sitting next to a very attractively dolled-up Jongin), the buzz of alcohol laced with the thrum of obnoxious electronic pop, before Jongin decides that Sehun hasn’t drunk enough. Jongin however, has drunk more than enough, wobbling on his… heels as he grabs Sehun’s wrist and drags him towards the bar.
Sehun pulls him back down, knowing that he probably shouldn’t drink anymore. They have a dance rehearsal tomorrow and Luhan’s an inconsiderate party planner. He knows he can count on Luhan’s parties to give him the most horrible hangovers.
What he doesn’t count on is Jongin falling not back onto the couch, but into his lap. Sehun makes an undignified squeak as Jongin laces his hands around his neck. “Sehun-ah… do you like...this…?” Jongin starts, before he becomes distracted by the dancers Luhan hired, glazed eyes focusing and unfocusing. As Jongin watches the performance in the front, Sehun reaches up to unclasp Jongin’s hands from his neck, but Jongin only grips on tighter.
Sehun can feel himself getting hot under his nonexistent collar because Jongin looks like the embodiment of sin, drunk as fuck but his lips so shiny and red, and from here, the rip in his pantyhose exposes even more skin. He absentmindedly traces patterns on Jongin’s thighs, examining Jongin’s profile closely. Glimmery eyeshadow shines off the lids of his eyes, and his lips are coated with sheen of delicious-looking red.
“Hey.” Jongin’s voice sounds like cheap vodka laced with sex. He’s staring back at him now and his eyes look completely sober.
“Hey,” he whispers again, voice low. From the side, Jongin can see Sehun’s pupils swell, his breath cut short. He shifts, ass digging into Sehun’s thighs.
“Oh,” he giggles, before turning to look up at Sehun. “You really like it.” Sehun flushes a brilliant red before trying to school his face into a look of disinterest, although his dick suggests otherwise. “And..?” Sehun ventures, looking anywhere but Jongin’s long legs that cross right in front of him.
“It’s cute.”
It’s hard to tell whether Sehun’s expression is a look of disappointment or something else. Jongin (accidentally) grinds his ass down again, before letting out another little drunken giggle. The night ends when Jongin becomes entirely too drunk to function, skirt lifting scandalously high and becoming uncomfortably clingy. Sehun chooses to slide out from under Jongin and lean against the bar to drown in his Sexual Jongin Thoughts.
*****
Jesus fucking christ. It feels like there are twenty jackhammers pounding in his head, the throbbing too much to bear. What a hell of a hangover. Sehun groans as the alarm for dance practice rings, bright and early. “Hey,” he pokes the lump underneath the covers. “Jongin, wake up!”
"Holy sh-"
"-yeah."
"Jesus, my head is ringing"
"yep."
"-with the intensity of twenty jackhammers."
"I know."
Jongin groans and pulls the covers back up. Sehun hits him in what he presumes to be Jongin’s crotch.
”WhyyyyyYYYYyyyyYYYyy”
“We have dance, you dumbass. Show’s in a week, man. Taemin’s going to be pissed if we ditch.”
“UUuuuUGUUUuu.” Jongin makes more sounds of absolute pain and loathing. “What even happened last night?” he asks, before Sehun realizes that someone must have cared to bring them home and put Jongin in sweats. And he himself… he must have changed somehow. Sehun shrugs- Luhan’s going to fill him in on the details sooner or later.
Jongin though. Jongin remembers what happened last night. As soon as he feels like his head isnt about to fucking explode, Sehun gulps audibly and starts, “Uh- about last night. I uh. Um.”
“Wait a minute, let me-” Jongin returns from the bathroom to show him a package. That package. The one from a few weeks ago. Out of the wrapping he pulls out a set of lingerie. So his guess was right.
Recognition lights up Sehun’s face. “That’s- that- oh-”
“You liked… you liked these? Because I can show you...” Jongin’s tone is tentative, as if he doesn’t know that he’s been the subject of Sehun’s wet dreams since the beginning of the school year.
“-what about dance?”
Jongin rolls his eyes. “I’ll call Taemin, alright? Now relax. And wait right here.”
Sehun’s never been one to limit his options; it’s just through trial and error, he’s found the idea of dicks more enticing than vaginas. It doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how to appreciate a little dress up though, easily agreeing to Jongin’s request.
It’s something out of a fairytale when Jongin steps out of the bathroom, with make up that accentuates all the contours of his face and delicate, lacy lingerie that fits so perfectly Sehun thinks Jongin should just wear parade around their dorm in panties all the time. He’s utterly unapologetic for the hungry way his eyes drink in Jongin’s look, mouth falling slightly open.
The hands behind his back give away how shy Jongin is about this whole ordeal, but seeing the effect it has on Sehun slowly encourages him to be a bit bolder. The heels are a bit wobbly, but Jongin’s strutting them better than any guy ever will. (Sehun doesn’t know that all the crashing and banging coming from Jongin’s room on Friday nights were caused by his weekly practice session.) The details certainly don’t go unnoticed by Sehun, as Jongin makes his way right up to him, stopping to reach over and close his gaping mouth.
Jongin tries not to laugh, only smiling slightly as he pokes Sehun’s cheek. “You really liked it that one time, huh?”
Sehun snaps out it and stares back up at him. “What do you think? Of course.” He brings a hand up to trace his fingers along the edges of the bra, stopping at the clasp in the back. “This looks really nice on you,” he starts, “considering that you’re- you know, boobless.”
“...”
Jongin lifts an eyebrow and stares at him with all the judgment of Tao looking at someone wearing last year’s Gucci.
Sehun ignores the him in favor of admiring the rest of the Jongin. When he starts to unclasp the back of Jongin’s bra though, Jongin slaps his hands away. “Nuh-uh,” he tuts as Sehun groans.
“Jongin, come o-”
“Good things come to those who wait.” The glint in Jongin’s eyes is hard to miss as he steps back away from the bed and walks towards the drawer, giving Sehun a full view of his lingerie-clad ass. Sehun swallows, throat dry as he takes in Jongin’s body- suspenders hang from the lacy black thong and the stockings are also ripped, like the pantyhose from the other day. Jongin’s bangs are messy, but his eyeliner is so on point.
Patience is a virtue, he reminds himself, cock hardening as Jongin takes his time to wiggle his ass while digging around the drawer. Jongin tosses a bottle of lube on the bed before he slaps his own ass for good measure, laughing when he hears Sehun curse under his breath.
“Hey,” Jongin murmurs, before leaning in to peck Sehun, insistent lips coaxing him into a deeper kiss. Jongin’s mouth moves towards his neck and Sehun has to hold back from moaning obscenely as they shift towards the bed. He can feel the smirk on his shoulder as Jongin grabs his wrists and oh. He feels it- it’s the tie from Luhan’s party. Hands fumble around his wrists for a bit longer before Sehun realizes what Jongin’s trying to do. Resistance registers somewhere in his pleasure-addled mind as he tries to wriggle out of Jongin’s clutches, not wanting to be teased for another hour, because tonight? Patience is a virtue he doesn’t fucking have.
Instead, Sehun grabs the tie out of Jongin’s hands, relishing in the way Jongin whimpers as he pins him to the bed, fingers itching to just touch everywhere. “Hands up,” Sehun breathes, and Jongin complies, eyes wide as Sehun ties his wrists to the headboard.
Jongin tugs uselessly on his new restraints, twitching and gasping. “D-daddy,” Jongin groans, voice low, using that fucked-out cocksucker voice that acts as a nerve ending straight to the dick. The sharp intake of Sehun’s breath has Jongin smirking into the bruising kiss Sehun crushes him with. “You like that, too,” Jongin breathes with a smile. Sehun hums noncommittally and shifts to leave feather-light touches that trail down Jongin’s torso, stopping in between his thighs. He pulls back to admire his handiwork and rid his clothing while Jongin’s hips thrust uselessly in the air, trying to seek friction. Sehun places firm hands on them, holding them still before mouthing wetly at Jongin’s dick through the thin fabric. Sehun’s fascinated by Jongin’s small twitches and jerks under his hands, the trembling of his thighs as if he can’t help himself.
The pace Sehun’s going at is downright maddening and Sehun knows it too. “Sehun, fucking just-” Jongin groans as Sehun pulls the thong down and pushes a lubed finger in his ass, dragging along the sides at an excruciatingly slow pace. Annoyed, Jongin attempts to pout. “Y-you’re playing d-dirtyyy,” Jongin whines, shivering under Sehun’s hungry gaze.
“I am,” Sehun agrees. “And you know what, Jongin? I’m loving every. second. of. it.” Sehun grunts, punctuating each word another thrust of his fingers.
Before Jongin has the mind to say anything else, Sehun adds a third and Jongin keens as Sehun brushes just the right spot. “Sehun, just- just fuck me.” He’s holding out for something though. Sehun knows Jongin hates begging for things. But he also knows that Jongin’s on the edge, so he pulls his fingers out and watches as Jongin’s expression turns to one of complete despair. “No- no, no, Sehuuunn. P-please, please fuck me. Please-”
“No,” he answers simply. One of his hands comes up to tease Jongin’s asscrack at the same time he swallows Jongin’s cock down, letting it slide slowly into his throat. Tears pool at the corners of Jongin’s eyes, and he writhes as Sehun pulls off to mouth his way down Jongin’s cock then lick his way back up, letting the head slip into his mouth. The little noises he’s coaxing out of Jongin make Sehun breathless, a surge of heat rushing to his cock.
It’s Sehun’s turn to smile now, pulling off with a pop and leaning so that he’s a few inches away from Jongin’s sweat soaked face. “You want me to fuck you?” Jongin nods, eyes blown with desire. “Do you want me to fuck you so hard you can feel it the whole week?” Jongin nods even more, jaw slack and babbling inanely. “Fuck yes… please Sehun, pleasee,” Jongin gasps, tugging uselessly at his restraints. Sehun shucks off his pants, and takes himself in his hand, leisurely jerking off. Jongin bucks up, whimpering as he watches Sehun coat his dick in lube.
“Needy,” Sehun tsks, but they both can tell that Sehun’s flushed, sweaty, and just as much of a mess as Jongin. Sehun pauses, tip at the entrance, but Jongin is impatient, pushing his as back as far as his restraints will allow. Sehun fucks Jongin with one deep stroke, and the stretch is amazing, making him feel lightheaded as he bottoms out. He also feels Jongin’s head hit the headboard though, and drags an uncharacteristically soft hand down Jongin’s back, faintly concerned. Jongin frowns when Sehun stops to raise a brow, grinding his hips as if to say, I’m good.
A litany of moans falls from Jongin’s lips, begging Sehun to go fasterfasterpleasemore, and Sehun does, thrusting harder with each strung-out whine Jongin utters. On a particularly slow stroke, Jongin clenches around him, causing Sehun’s hips to stutter. “J-jesus christ Jongin.” Soon enough he’s pounding Jongin into the bed, Jongin’s ass writhing underneath as Sehun repeatedly hits Jongin’s sweet spot, his fingers clawing and scratching at the silk tie. Jongin mewls, filthy and desperate as he speeds up, mouthing a constant stream of ah ah ah into the pillow.
Jongin’s toes are digging into the mattress, his forehead resting against the pillow, and Sehun burns the image into the back of his mind. So beautiful. “You think you can come like this, Jongin? Tied up and untouched?”
“G-god yes-” Jongin shudders almost as soon as Sehun mentions the restraints, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as orgasm ripples through his body. He comes all over his stomach, quivering. Sehun groans, thrusting as Jongin rolls his hips back lazily. It’s the broken, “Sehun-ah-ah” that causes his hips to snap forward and Sehun comes with a moan, white temporarily blinding his vision.
Sehun unties Jongin as he bathes in afterglow, skin damp but body satiated. He flops onto the space next to Jongin, hands massaging Jongin’s wrists. Dancing is gonna be a pain in the ass for Jongin during the next week, both literally and figuratively, and Sehun smiles at the thought of being the reason behind the limp that Jongin will be sporting the next few days.
“So are we, you know…?” Sehun asks slowly, sitting up to look at Jongin. He’s a bit cautious because hey he just fucked his roommate, one that’s staying for the whole semester, and he really doesn’t want to screw things up. Grinning mischievously, Jongin looks up.
“What? Boyfriends?” Sehun turns a bit pink, nodding.
“Do you want to be?”
“YES.”
“...”
“I mean. Sure. We can be boyfriends,” Sehun smiles, feeling giddy like a schoolgirl. He reaches over to kiss Jongin, but Jongin moves out of the way. “My boyfriend has to shower though. You stink.”
“Ugh.. don’t want to...” comes the reply, as Sehun faceplants into the pillows. Jongin gets up, legs shaky from extertion, but he kicks Sehun off the bed anyways.
“Asshole.” Sehun mumbles, but he gets up to go to the shower anyway.
“Last one in the shower pays on the first date!” Sehun grins as he picks up the discarded clothing items. “I guess I’m paying!” he yells, dumping the laundry into a bag and going to join Jongin in the shower.
******
Jongin’s eating popcorn from the one of those giant party-sized bowls, because popcorn is definitely an appropriate lunch. They’re sitting on the couch watching some documentary, and since it’s too late to go to practice anyway, Sehun decides they can just rest and do whatever the fuck they want. It’s a Saturday. “You know, I bought two of those?”
“Hmm?”
Jongin stares at him meaningfully. “Lingerie. I bought two sets.” Sehun nods absentmindedly until he- oh.. The thought of him being the one dress up with lacy ribbons and bows-- he can’t say that he hates it.
Hand stroking through Jongin’s soft strands, Sehun smiles. “We’ll see.”
-fin
+crossposting this after 3 months gg
+comments would be nice but not necessary
+thank you for reading ♥
Pairing: Jongin/Sehun
Length: ~3000w
Warnings: crossdressing, light bondage, (not really?) daddy kink
Summary: Sehun is really grateful to the delivery guy. And Luhan.
Notes: written for exok_ink
It all starts with a tiny glimpse of- Sehun doesn’t even know what that is. A package with the label Fredericks was delivered a few minutes ago, and now sits unassumingly on the dingy study table of Jongin and Sehun’s shared dorm. It takes Sehun an alarming amount of self control and the reminder that he promised not to touch Jongin’s things to keep from inspecting the contents of the nondescript package.
It bothers him for the rest of the day, even as he packs a bag for dance practice. Sehun doesn’t have morning classes today, but Jongin does, so they don’t see each other until four, in the studio. By the time practice is done, Sehun’s itching to ask Jongin about the delivery.
“Hey, Jongin.”
“Yeah?”
“You know, there was a package for you delivered this morning?” Jongin whips his head around fast with an expression so intense, Sehun almost jumps back in surprise.
“Did you open it? Because I swear, it’s not for me. It’s for my- uh- sister”
“No… I just left it on the counter. Remember? I don’t touch your shit, you don’t touch mine.” Sehun quirks a brow, but Jongin looks relieved, and keeps quiet for the rest of the way back home.
*****
No no no, it actually starts with Luhan. It always starts with Luhan. Sehun knew he should have been at least slightly suspicious when Baekhyun told him about some kind of ritual bonding blowjob that was going on in the dorm next door. Said dorm was occupied by none other than Luhan. And Yifan. Or whatever Luhan liked to call his Chinese-Canadian (boytoy) boyfriend. He’s very invested in art, you know. Says ‘Fanfan’ has an artistic feel to it. Much like how I paint his face with my dick. Sehun had flung the nearest textbook in Luhan’s direction.
This time is no different, all three of them, stumbling back to the dorms all in various states of drunkeness on a loose Friday night. “For my birthday, we are going to have so much fun, you guys are not gointobelievet.” Luhan had slurred, “we’re gonna have girrrls but they’re notreallygirlsssss” before unceremoniously passing out on Sehun and Jongin’s couch.
******
Sehun finds out exactly what fun is, a week and a couple beers later, at Luhan’s birthday party. Cocktails of various neon colors line up on the counter and Sehun tries in vain to find the birthday boy, who is undoubtedly casting his charms on some unfortunate stranger.
Who he does find is a person whose pantyhose has a little rip above the laced flower patterns. His eyes follow up to find Jongin staring back at him and he almost spits out his drink. “Not everyday you see a party like this?” Jongin remarks, off-handedly, but clearly amused as Sehun attempts to stop choking and coughing. The tear in the fabric runs all the way up to his inner thigh, and Sehun swallows again, catching a flash of skin. He wonders how that skin would feel against his tongue, stomach coiling at the thought, before he shakes his head and makes his way toward Jongin.
“Luhan said we should cross-dress and shit. Adds to the atmosphere and all that. I mean, there’s no harm in humoring him, right?”
“Y-yeah.” If Sehun’s voice sounds strained, Jongin doesn’t comment.
“It looks alright? Jinri did it, by the way.” Jongin’s still talking to him, as he situates them on a couch in the back of the room.
Sehun’s brain is now actively trying to refrain from wondering whether Jongin actually went all the way and wore lingerie under the outfit as well, but his dick is not making that effort.
“Y-yeah, it looks good. She did a good job,” he manages, downing another glass of beer.
They lounge comfortably (as comfortable as Sehun can sitting next to a very attractively dolled-up Jongin), the buzz of alcohol laced with the thrum of obnoxious electronic pop, before Jongin decides that Sehun hasn’t drunk enough. Jongin however, has drunk more than enough, wobbling on his… heels as he grabs Sehun’s wrist and drags him towards the bar.
Sehun pulls him back down, knowing that he probably shouldn’t drink anymore. They have a dance rehearsal tomorrow and Luhan’s an inconsiderate party planner. He knows he can count on Luhan’s parties to give him the most horrible hangovers.
What he doesn’t count on is Jongin falling not back onto the couch, but into his lap. Sehun makes an undignified squeak as Jongin laces his hands around his neck. “Sehun-ah… do you like...this…?” Jongin starts, before he becomes distracted by the dancers Luhan hired, glazed eyes focusing and unfocusing. As Jongin watches the performance in the front, Sehun reaches up to unclasp Jongin’s hands from his neck, but Jongin only grips on tighter.
Sehun can feel himself getting hot under his nonexistent collar because Jongin looks like the embodiment of sin, drunk as fuck but his lips so shiny and red, and from here, the rip in his pantyhose exposes even more skin. He absentmindedly traces patterns on Jongin’s thighs, examining Jongin’s profile closely. Glimmery eyeshadow shines off the lids of his eyes, and his lips are coated with sheen of delicious-looking red.
“Hey.” Jongin’s voice sounds like cheap vodka laced with sex. He’s staring back at him now and his eyes look completely sober.
“Hey,” he whispers again, voice low. From the side, Jongin can see Sehun’s pupils swell, his breath cut short. He shifts, ass digging into Sehun’s thighs.
“Oh,” he giggles, before turning to look up at Sehun. “You really like it.” Sehun flushes a brilliant red before trying to school his face into a look of disinterest, although his dick suggests otherwise. “And..?” Sehun ventures, looking anywhere but Jongin’s long legs that cross right in front of him.
“It’s cute.”
It’s hard to tell whether Sehun’s expression is a look of disappointment or something else. Jongin (accidentally) grinds his ass down again, before letting out another little drunken giggle. The night ends when Jongin becomes entirely too drunk to function, skirt lifting scandalously high and becoming uncomfortably clingy. Sehun chooses to slide out from under Jongin and lean against the bar to drown in his Sexual Jongin Thoughts.
*****
Jesus fucking christ. It feels like there are twenty jackhammers pounding in his head, the throbbing too much to bear. What a hell of a hangover. Sehun groans as the alarm for dance practice rings, bright and early. “Hey,” he pokes the lump underneath the covers. “Jongin, wake up!”
"Holy sh-"
"-yeah."
"Jesus, my head is ringing"
"yep."
"-with the intensity of twenty jackhammers."
"I know."
Jongin groans and pulls the covers back up. Sehun hits him in what he presumes to be Jongin’s crotch.
”WhyyyyyYYYYyyyyYYYyy”
“We have dance, you dumbass. Show’s in a week, man. Taemin’s going to be pissed if we ditch.”
“UUuuuUGUUUuu.” Jongin makes more sounds of absolute pain and loathing. “What even happened last night?” he asks, before Sehun realizes that someone must have cared to bring them home and put Jongin in sweats. And he himself… he must have changed somehow. Sehun shrugs- Luhan’s going to fill him in on the details sooner or later.
Jongin though. Jongin remembers what happened last night. As soon as he feels like his head isnt about to fucking explode, Sehun gulps audibly and starts, “Uh- about last night. I uh. Um.”
“Wait a minute, let me-” Jongin returns from the bathroom to show him a package. That package. The one from a few weeks ago. Out of the wrapping he pulls out a set of lingerie. So his guess was right.
Recognition lights up Sehun’s face. “That’s- that- oh-”
“You liked… you liked these? Because I can show you...” Jongin’s tone is tentative, as if he doesn’t know that he’s been the subject of Sehun’s wet dreams since the beginning of the school year.
“-what about dance?”
Jongin rolls his eyes. “I’ll call Taemin, alright? Now relax. And wait right here.”
Sehun’s never been one to limit his options; it’s just through trial and error, he’s found the idea of dicks more enticing than vaginas. It doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how to appreciate a little dress up though, easily agreeing to Jongin’s request.
It’s something out of a fairytale when Jongin steps out of the bathroom, with make up that accentuates all the contours of his face and delicate, lacy lingerie that fits so perfectly Sehun thinks Jongin should just wear parade around their dorm in panties all the time. He’s utterly unapologetic for the hungry way his eyes drink in Jongin’s look, mouth falling slightly open.
The hands behind his back give away how shy Jongin is about this whole ordeal, but seeing the effect it has on Sehun slowly encourages him to be a bit bolder. The heels are a bit wobbly, but Jongin’s strutting them better than any guy ever will. (Sehun doesn’t know that all the crashing and banging coming from Jongin’s room on Friday nights were caused by his weekly practice session.) The details certainly don’t go unnoticed by Sehun, as Jongin makes his way right up to him, stopping to reach over and close his gaping mouth.
Jongin tries not to laugh, only smiling slightly as he pokes Sehun’s cheek. “You really liked it that one time, huh?”
Sehun snaps out it and stares back up at him. “What do you think? Of course.” He brings a hand up to trace his fingers along the edges of the bra, stopping at the clasp in the back. “This looks really nice on you,” he starts, “considering that you’re- you know, boobless.”
“...”
Jongin lifts an eyebrow and stares at him with all the judgment of Tao looking at someone wearing last year’s Gucci.
Sehun ignores the him in favor of admiring the rest of the Jongin. When he starts to unclasp the back of Jongin’s bra though, Jongin slaps his hands away. “Nuh-uh,” he tuts as Sehun groans.
“Jongin, come o-”
“Good things come to those who wait.” The glint in Jongin’s eyes is hard to miss as he steps back away from the bed and walks towards the drawer, giving Sehun a full view of his lingerie-clad ass. Sehun swallows, throat dry as he takes in Jongin’s body- suspenders hang from the lacy black thong and the stockings are also ripped, like the pantyhose from the other day. Jongin’s bangs are messy, but his eyeliner is so on point.
Patience is a virtue, he reminds himself, cock hardening as Jongin takes his time to wiggle his ass while digging around the drawer. Jongin tosses a bottle of lube on the bed before he slaps his own ass for good measure, laughing when he hears Sehun curse under his breath.
“Hey,” Jongin murmurs, before leaning in to peck Sehun, insistent lips coaxing him into a deeper kiss. Jongin’s mouth moves towards his neck and Sehun has to hold back from moaning obscenely as they shift towards the bed. He can feel the smirk on his shoulder as Jongin grabs his wrists and oh. He feels it- it’s the tie from Luhan’s party. Hands fumble around his wrists for a bit longer before Sehun realizes what Jongin’s trying to do. Resistance registers somewhere in his pleasure-addled mind as he tries to wriggle out of Jongin’s clutches, not wanting to be teased for another hour, because tonight? Patience is a virtue he doesn’t fucking have.
Instead, Sehun grabs the tie out of Jongin’s hands, relishing in the way Jongin whimpers as he pins him to the bed, fingers itching to just touch everywhere. “Hands up,” Sehun breathes, and Jongin complies, eyes wide as Sehun ties his wrists to the headboard.
Jongin tugs uselessly on his new restraints, twitching and gasping. “D-daddy,” Jongin groans, voice low, using that fucked-out cocksucker voice that acts as a nerve ending straight to the dick. The sharp intake of Sehun’s breath has Jongin smirking into the bruising kiss Sehun crushes him with. “You like that, too,” Jongin breathes with a smile. Sehun hums noncommittally and shifts to leave feather-light touches that trail down Jongin’s torso, stopping in between his thighs. He pulls back to admire his handiwork and rid his clothing while Jongin’s hips thrust uselessly in the air, trying to seek friction. Sehun places firm hands on them, holding them still before mouthing wetly at Jongin’s dick through the thin fabric. Sehun’s fascinated by Jongin’s small twitches and jerks under his hands, the trembling of his thighs as if he can’t help himself.
The pace Sehun’s going at is downright maddening and Sehun knows it too. “Sehun, fucking just-” Jongin groans as Sehun pulls the thong down and pushes a lubed finger in his ass, dragging along the sides at an excruciatingly slow pace. Annoyed, Jongin attempts to pout. “Y-you’re playing d-dirtyyy,” Jongin whines, shivering under Sehun’s hungry gaze.
“I am,” Sehun agrees. “And you know what, Jongin? I’m loving every. second. of. it.” Sehun grunts, punctuating each word another thrust of his fingers.
Before Jongin has the mind to say anything else, Sehun adds a third and Jongin keens as Sehun brushes just the right spot. “Sehun, just- just fuck me.” He’s holding out for something though. Sehun knows Jongin hates begging for things. But he also knows that Jongin’s on the edge, so he pulls his fingers out and watches as Jongin’s expression turns to one of complete despair. “No- no, no, Sehuuunn. P-please, please fuck me. Please-”
“No,” he answers simply. One of his hands comes up to tease Jongin’s asscrack at the same time he swallows Jongin’s cock down, letting it slide slowly into his throat. Tears pool at the corners of Jongin’s eyes, and he writhes as Sehun pulls off to mouth his way down Jongin’s cock then lick his way back up, letting the head slip into his mouth. The little noises he’s coaxing out of Jongin make Sehun breathless, a surge of heat rushing to his cock.
It’s Sehun’s turn to smile now, pulling off with a pop and leaning so that he’s a few inches away from Jongin’s sweat soaked face. “You want me to fuck you?” Jongin nods, eyes blown with desire. “Do you want me to fuck you so hard you can feel it the whole week?” Jongin nods even more, jaw slack and babbling inanely. “Fuck yes… please Sehun, pleasee,” Jongin gasps, tugging uselessly at his restraints. Sehun shucks off his pants, and takes himself in his hand, leisurely jerking off. Jongin bucks up, whimpering as he watches Sehun coat his dick in lube.
“Needy,” Sehun tsks, but they both can tell that Sehun’s flushed, sweaty, and just as much of a mess as Jongin. Sehun pauses, tip at the entrance, but Jongin is impatient, pushing his as back as far as his restraints will allow. Sehun fucks Jongin with one deep stroke, and the stretch is amazing, making him feel lightheaded as he bottoms out. He also feels Jongin’s head hit the headboard though, and drags an uncharacteristically soft hand down Jongin’s back, faintly concerned. Jongin frowns when Sehun stops to raise a brow, grinding his hips as if to say, I’m good.
A litany of moans falls from Jongin’s lips, begging Sehun to go fasterfasterpleasemore, and Sehun does, thrusting harder with each strung-out whine Jongin utters. On a particularly slow stroke, Jongin clenches around him, causing Sehun’s hips to stutter. “J-jesus christ Jongin.” Soon enough he’s pounding Jongin into the bed, Jongin’s ass writhing underneath as Sehun repeatedly hits Jongin’s sweet spot, his fingers clawing and scratching at the silk tie. Jongin mewls, filthy and desperate as he speeds up, mouthing a constant stream of ah ah ah into the pillow.
Jongin’s toes are digging into the mattress, his forehead resting against the pillow, and Sehun burns the image into the back of his mind. So beautiful. “You think you can come like this, Jongin? Tied up and untouched?”
“G-god yes-” Jongin shudders almost as soon as Sehun mentions the restraints, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as orgasm ripples through his body. He comes all over his stomach, quivering. Sehun groans, thrusting as Jongin rolls his hips back lazily. It’s the broken, “Sehun-ah-ah” that causes his hips to snap forward and Sehun comes with a moan, white temporarily blinding his vision.
Sehun unties Jongin as he bathes in afterglow, skin damp but body satiated. He flops onto the space next to Jongin, hands massaging Jongin’s wrists. Dancing is gonna be a pain in the ass for Jongin during the next week, both literally and figuratively, and Sehun smiles at the thought of being the reason behind the limp that Jongin will be sporting the next few days.
“So are we, you know…?” Sehun asks slowly, sitting up to look at Jongin. He’s a bit cautious because hey he just fucked his roommate, one that’s staying for the whole semester, and he really doesn’t want to screw things up. Grinning mischievously, Jongin looks up.
“What? Boyfriends?” Sehun turns a bit pink, nodding.
“Do you want to be?”
“YES.”
“...”
“I mean. Sure. We can be boyfriends,” Sehun smiles, feeling giddy like a schoolgirl. He reaches over to kiss Jongin, but Jongin moves out of the way. “My boyfriend has to shower though. You stink.”
“Ugh.. don’t want to...” comes the reply, as Sehun faceplants into the pillows. Jongin gets up, legs shaky from extertion, but he kicks Sehun off the bed anyways.
“Asshole.” Sehun mumbles, but he gets up to go to the shower anyway.
“Last one in the shower pays on the first date!” Sehun grins as he picks up the discarded clothing items. “I guess I’m paying!” he yells, dumping the laundry into a bag and going to join Jongin in the shower.
******
Jongin’s eating popcorn from the one of those giant party-sized bowls, because popcorn is definitely an appropriate lunch. They’re sitting on the couch watching some documentary, and since it’s too late to go to practice anyway, Sehun decides they can just rest and do whatever the fuck they want. It’s a Saturday. “You know, I bought two of those?”
“Hmm?”
Jongin stares at him meaningfully. “Lingerie. I bought two sets.” Sehun nods absentmindedly until he- oh.. The thought of him being the one dress up with lacy ribbons and bows-- he can’t say that he hates it.
Hand stroking through Jongin’s soft strands, Sehun smiles. “We’ll see.”
-fin
+crossposting this after 3 months gg
+comments would be nice but not necessary
+thank you for reading ♥