A Penny For Your Thoughts
Title: A Penny For Your Thoughts
Pairing: kai/sehun
Genre: Romance, comedy
Rating: R
Length: 1,2k words
Warnings: sex mentions, cursing
Summary: A drabble to let my conscience live down this awful fill
A/N: This is unbetad and I'm not an english speaker, so, you're probably going to find mistakes in this. Sorry :/
a dollar if you flash me
a penny for your thoughts
“Hey, Jongin!” Sehun spots his best friend making his way towards the lunch line. Jongin doesn’t seem to have heard him.
“I don’t think he saw you” Chanyeol tells him, watching Jongin rub his eye lazily.
“Yeah, I can tell” the younger sighs, clearly not in the mood to be understanding with Chanyeol’s stupidity. “I’ll reach him, we’ll talk soon”
He walks to Jongin in large steps, catching his friend’s attention even before he gets there. As Jongin’s eyes lay in Sehun’s face, something weird and very uncanny happens: he blushes. Everybody knows Kim Jongin isn’t the kind of guy who just blushes. That just wasn’t possible. Yet, there he was, blushing at the sight of his best friend, avoiding Sehun’s eyes and protectively crossing his arms on his chest.
“Hey, Jongin” Sehun says. “I’ve been looking for you”
Jongin looks at his friend and nods half-heartedly, as if trying to mask his embarrassment. Sehun bites his lower lip expectantly, waiting for the other to say something. He doesn’t even open his mouth.
After realizing his friend wasn’t intending to speaking, Sehun tried again:
“Why didn’t you answer my calls?”
The brunette narrows his eyes “Calls?” he asks, trying to force his memory into tracking the information.
“Yeah, I’ve been calling you nonstop since yesterday” the blond explains, watching the other step forward into the line and ask for a piece of pizza. Jongin flashed the lunch lady one of his astonishing grins and Sehun felt his heart crashing into tiny pieces. “Ya, Kim Jongin” he says condescendingly “I’m talking to you”.
Jongin just looks at him and walks towards their usual table, Sehun following on his heels.
“Yeah, I’m listening”
“Why didn’t you answer my calls?” the younger repeats the question, stressing the phrase. Jongin shrugs.
“I didn’t receive any call from you” he’s avoiding locking eyes, Sehun can tell. He knows Jongin pretty well and that’s definitely not his usual behavior. Usually he would be throwing an arm over Sehun’s shoulders or punching his arm playfully. He wouldn’t be giving his best friend a cold shoulder.
“Dude, it ringed!” Sehun insists, knowing very well Jongin is lying. The brunette takes a bite of the pizza and chews it.
“Yea? I didn’t listen”
“Fuck, Jongin!” Sehun yells and stands up, knocking his fists on the table. Some students look at them curiously and Jongin feels his whole face heat up. Sehun doesn’t miss his friend blushing for the second time. “Is this about the boner?”
Jongin chokes on his pizza and coughs, eyeing the blond carefully as if Sehun could burst any time. “W-what…”
“You know. You got all worked up” the younger rolls his eyes. “Don’t pretend you don’t remember, we both remember it clearly” he sits again and leans over Jongin, putting his arms on the table to support his weight. “I called you daddy… And your cock went hard”
Jongin doesn’t think it’s funny while Sehun giggles like a little girl.
He didn’t mean to, it was involuntary. As soon as his best friend lets out the phrase “Will you give it to me, daddy?” referring to the lollipop Jongin had in his mouth. Sehun had no idea of all the times Jongin had jerked himself off thinking about his best friend moaning his name, calling him… Daddy.
He can feel the violent blush taking over his face, and judging by the look on his eyes, Sehun does too.
“Dude, it’s ok” the younger says, lowering his voice. “I’ve had worst boner situations. Once I got hard in the middle of a presentation to the whole class”
Jongin smirks, remembering the occurring. Sehun tried to cover the bulge with his hands desperately. That day was the first day Jongin thought about Sehun while getting off.
“It isn’t worst” he disagrees.
Sehun studies him as if trying to read his mind. Jongin gives his pizza one last bite before listening to his friend’s voice coming low “I got a boner while thinking of you, once”.
He flinches.
Well, that was awkward.
Not that he didn’t want Sehun to get boners thinking of him, yeah, he liked that idea, but still, Jongin used to masturbate imagining he was fucking his friend on a daily basis.
“I’m used to get off… Thinking about you… Calling me daddy” he confesses. Jongin has never felt so low, and so pitiful, and so dirty and so sick, and so disturbed and so-
“I’m used to get off thinking about you fucking me”
Jongin has to review Sehun’s phrase in his head all over again, and still, he wasn’t sure he’s heard it right. “I’m sorry, what?”
Sehun leans even closer, almost lying on his stomach on the table “I masturbate while thinking you’re fucking me” His breath reaches Jongin’s face and fuck it’s warm and nice and he feels like sticking his tongue down Sehun’s throat. He takes a deep breath and tries to control the urge of touching his already-hard dick. That boy drives him so crazy he can’t even articulate his words. All he can think about is his cock into Sehun’s ass.
The younger seems to notice as he smirks and giggles very much satisfied, returning to his seat.
“You’re telling me…” Jongin manages to start. “You want to have sex with me?”
They listen to the bell ringing and indicating the lunch period is over. Slowly, all the students walk out of the cafeteria.
Sehun laughs, sweeping his bangs away from his face. Is only people could see how awkwardly shy Kim Jongin is because of him.
“No. I’m telling you I think about you fucking me”
“Isn’t it the same?”
“No, it isn’t”
“Ok then, forget I ever told you anything, just…” Jongin feels the embarrassment all over again, standing up and preparing to leave the cafeteria when Sehun pins his hands on the table. “Let go”
“I don’t want to” the stupid blond devilish brat says. Jongin hates Oh Sehun so much he could kill the boy. “And you don’t want it too”
He hates it. Those pathetic blond bangs and that evil smirk; he hates it all.
“Sehun, if you don’t release me from this grip, I’ll kill you” he hates the fucking brat, he wants to kill Sehun as he bends his body and brushes his lips over Jongin’s, sending a jolt of pure electricity throughout the brunette’s body. And suddenly he feels powerless.
“Then come kill me. I’ll wait for you in the locker at the second floor. The one we used to smoke pot inside?” Jongin stood still as Sehun closed his lips around Jongin’s lower lip, slightly licking it “I’ll be there,” then closed his lips around Jongin’s upper lip, licking it for a while longer “You have five minutes to get there”
“B-But…” Jongin can’t understand how did this happen. How is him the one faltering? How can Oh Sehun hold such power over him? “We have class”
His life could have been easier without asking that idiotic question. Why did he ask it, anyways? Sehun pouted prettily and gave Jongin an open mouthed kiss. “But daddy…” another kiss. “I want it… So bad…”
“Fuck you, Oh Sehun”
“You will, right?” he smiled, sliding his hands off Jongin's and showing the other his back while walking out of the cafeteria. “Five minutes, daddy”
He hates Oh Sehun.
A/N: IUSDFYGDF8-TJFGMNBOKDFNVUHS Is this better? Or not? orz Thank you for reading so far, it means the world to me, really. I had so much fun writing these two fills. I'll def keep writing Sekai. I hope you liked it op <3
Pairing: kai/sehun
Genre: Romance, comedy
Rating: R
Length: 1,2k words
Warnings: sex mentions, cursing
Summary: A drabble to let my conscience live down this awful fill
A/N: This is unbetad and I'm not an english speaker, so, you're probably going to find mistakes in this. Sorry :/
a dollar if you flash me
a penny for your thoughts
“Hey, Jongin!” Sehun spots his best friend making his way towards the lunch line. Jongin doesn’t seem to have heard him.
“I don’t think he saw you” Chanyeol tells him, watching Jongin rub his eye lazily.
“Yeah, I can tell” the younger sighs, clearly not in the mood to be understanding with Chanyeol’s stupidity. “I’ll reach him, we’ll talk soon”
He walks to Jongin in large steps, catching his friend’s attention even before he gets there. As Jongin’s eyes lay in Sehun’s face, something weird and very uncanny happens: he blushes. Everybody knows Kim Jongin isn’t the kind of guy who just blushes. That just wasn’t possible. Yet, there he was, blushing at the sight of his best friend, avoiding Sehun’s eyes and protectively crossing his arms on his chest.
“Hey, Jongin” Sehun says. “I’ve been looking for you”
Jongin looks at his friend and nods half-heartedly, as if trying to mask his embarrassment. Sehun bites his lower lip expectantly, waiting for the other to say something. He doesn’t even open his mouth.
After realizing his friend wasn’t intending to speaking, Sehun tried again:
“Why didn’t you answer my calls?”
The brunette narrows his eyes “Calls?” he asks, trying to force his memory into tracking the information.
“Yeah, I’ve been calling you nonstop since yesterday” the blond explains, watching the other step forward into the line and ask for a piece of pizza. Jongin flashed the lunch lady one of his astonishing grins and Sehun felt his heart crashing into tiny pieces. “Ya, Kim Jongin” he says condescendingly “I’m talking to you”.
Jongin just looks at him and walks towards their usual table, Sehun following on his heels.
“Yeah, I’m listening”
“Why didn’t you answer my calls?” the younger repeats the question, stressing the phrase. Jongin shrugs.
“I didn’t receive any call from you” he’s avoiding locking eyes, Sehun can tell. He knows Jongin pretty well and that’s definitely not his usual behavior. Usually he would be throwing an arm over Sehun’s shoulders or punching his arm playfully. He wouldn’t be giving his best friend a cold shoulder.
“Dude, it ringed!” Sehun insists, knowing very well Jongin is lying. The brunette takes a bite of the pizza and chews it.
“Yea? I didn’t listen”
“Fuck, Jongin!” Sehun yells and stands up, knocking his fists on the table. Some students look at them curiously and Jongin feels his whole face heat up. Sehun doesn’t miss his friend blushing for the second time. “Is this about the boner?”
Jongin chokes on his pizza and coughs, eyeing the blond carefully as if Sehun could burst any time. “W-what…”
“You know. You got all worked up” the younger rolls his eyes. “Don’t pretend you don’t remember, we both remember it clearly” he sits again and leans over Jongin, putting his arms on the table to support his weight. “I called you daddy… And your cock went hard”
Jongin doesn’t think it’s funny while Sehun giggles like a little girl.
He didn’t mean to, it was involuntary. As soon as his best friend lets out the phrase “Will you give it to me, daddy?” referring to the lollipop Jongin had in his mouth. Sehun had no idea of all the times Jongin had jerked himself off thinking about his best friend moaning his name, calling him… Daddy.
He can feel the violent blush taking over his face, and judging by the look on his eyes, Sehun does too.
“Dude, it’s ok” the younger says, lowering his voice. “I’ve had worst boner situations. Once I got hard in the middle of a presentation to the whole class”
Jongin smirks, remembering the occurring. Sehun tried to cover the bulge with his hands desperately. That day was the first day Jongin thought about Sehun while getting off.
“It isn’t worst” he disagrees.
Sehun studies him as if trying to read his mind. Jongin gives his pizza one last bite before listening to his friend’s voice coming low “I got a boner while thinking of you, once”.
He flinches.
Well, that was awkward.
Not that he didn’t want Sehun to get boners thinking of him, yeah, he liked that idea, but still, Jongin used to masturbate imagining he was fucking his friend on a daily basis.
“I’m used to get off… Thinking about you… Calling me daddy” he confesses. Jongin has never felt so low, and so pitiful, and so dirty and so sick, and so disturbed and so-
“I’m used to get off thinking about you fucking me”
Jongin has to review Sehun’s phrase in his head all over again, and still, he wasn’t sure he’s heard it right. “I’m sorry, what?”
Sehun leans even closer, almost lying on his stomach on the table “I masturbate while thinking you’re fucking me” His breath reaches Jongin’s face and fuck it’s warm and nice and he feels like sticking his tongue down Sehun’s throat. He takes a deep breath and tries to control the urge of touching his already-hard dick. That boy drives him so crazy he can’t even articulate his words. All he can think about is his cock into Sehun’s ass.
The younger seems to notice as he smirks and giggles very much satisfied, returning to his seat.
“You’re telling me…” Jongin manages to start. “You want to have sex with me?”
They listen to the bell ringing and indicating the lunch period is over. Slowly, all the students walk out of the cafeteria.
Sehun laughs, sweeping his bangs away from his face. Is only people could see how awkwardly shy Kim Jongin is because of him.
“No. I’m telling you I think about you fucking me”
“Isn’t it the same?”
“No, it isn’t”
“Ok then, forget I ever told you anything, just…” Jongin feels the embarrassment all over again, standing up and preparing to leave the cafeteria when Sehun pins his hands on the table. “Let go”
“I don’t want to” the stupid blond devilish brat says. Jongin hates Oh Sehun so much he could kill the boy. “And you don’t want it too”
He hates it. Those pathetic blond bangs and that evil smirk; he hates it all.
“Sehun, if you don’t release me from this grip, I’ll kill you” he hates the fucking brat, he wants to kill Sehun as he bends his body and brushes his lips over Jongin’s, sending a jolt of pure electricity throughout the brunette’s body. And suddenly he feels powerless.
“Then come kill me. I’ll wait for you in the locker at the second floor. The one we used to smoke pot inside?” Jongin stood still as Sehun closed his lips around Jongin’s lower lip, slightly licking it “I’ll be there,” then closed his lips around Jongin’s upper lip, licking it for a while longer “You have five minutes to get there”
“B-But…” Jongin can’t understand how did this happen. How is him the one faltering? How can Oh Sehun hold such power over him? “We have class”
His life could have been easier without asking that idiotic question. Why did he ask it, anyways? Sehun pouted prettily and gave Jongin an open mouthed kiss. “But daddy…” another kiss. “I want it… So bad…”
“Fuck you, Oh Sehun”
“You will, right?” he smiled, sliding his hands off Jongin's and showing the other his back while walking out of the cafeteria. “Five minutes, daddy”
He hates Oh Sehun.
A/N: IUSDFYGDF8-TJFGMNBOKDFNVUHS Is this better? Or not? orz Thank you for reading so far, it means the world to me, really. I had so much fun writing these two fills. I'll def keep writing Sekai. I hope you liked it op <3