[oneshot] cannot stand the way you tease
Title: cannot stand the way you tease
Pairing: sehun/kai
Rating: nc17
Genre: pwp
Warnings: swearing, sex
Author: gdgdbaby
Notes: sehun makes jongin wear a butt plug in public. written for this prompt on exopromptmeme. 1,560 words.
"Are you kidding?" Jongin mumbles at the slouching line of Sehun's back. He bends over the sink to check his budding pimple in the bathroom mirror, prods the red spot on his chin and grimaces. Shit. Before this morning he hadn't broken out in at least a week, and now-this. Makeup noonas would have a field day the next time they saw him. Sehun being an asshole is just icing on the cake, really. "No way, man."
Sehun turns, rolling his eyes, fingers clasped loosely around the butt plug in his hand. "Didn't I tell you already?" He props his hip against the counter and taps his thumb along the edge of the toy. "These are the consequences. Or. You know. I can think of something more humiliating if you like."
"What, because I sucked you off with a bit of teeth last night?" Jongin returns thickly around a yawn. His jaw pangs a little from the remembered ache. "Pussy."
He watches Sehun tilt his head through the glass. "The more you argue," he says, voice pitched low as Jongin twists the cold water tap on, "the worse it's going to be."
Jongin swallows, throat dry. Sehun tucks his chin over Jongin's shoulder and nudges the plastic thing into his wet hand. "Put it in yourself. Joonmyun-hyung said we're leaving in ten minutes." He vanishes through the door a moment later.
Jongin clicks the lock on the knob and stares at the plug, flicks his index finger against the tapered end. There's Vaseline on the counter next to someone's BB cream; he shoves his sweatpants down with his boxers, uncaps the container, and scoops a generous amount of it into his hand.
Someone rattles the doorknob. "Hey," Baekhyun's sleepy voice filters in through the wood. "Taking your sweet time in there, huh?"
"Just-give me a second," Jongin calls, bracing his left forearm against the linoleum. He tries to relax, reaches back with his right hand and crooks a finger up his ass, wiggles it around a bit before pressing the slippery tip of the plug against his pucker. The plug slides in slowly and fills him up, and his sphincter smarts as it stretches around the plastic. By the time he manages to fit all of it in to the flared base, his cock's bobbing up against the shelf, the blood in his head rushing south and leaving him dazed and dizzy.
The center's wide enough that it doesn't slip out when he straightens again and pulls his pants back up, fits snug and tight. He clenches experimentally around it and gasps as the plug shifts inside him, rubs deeper, fucks him open just a little bit more. Jesus, he thinks, trying to will his boner down.
He washes the extra Vaseline off his hands and pulls the door open. Fortunately, Baekhyun doesn't seem awake enough to notice Jongin's hard-on as he wobbles past him on his way out.
By the time they've made it to the vans, he's calmed down enough that his erection's mostly gone. Sehun keeps flashing him these knowing looks out of the corner of his eye, though, and squashes himself close to Jongin in the last row, hand stroking the small of Jongin's back. It's not quite long enough to hit his prostate but it still feels weird to sit with the butt plug inside him; every bump in the road rams it up, an erratic rhythm that has him silently hiccupping every other breath.
It's just his luck that the day's devoted to rehearsing new choreo. It takes him two runs of Growl and hiding his winces with a well-placed palm to the mouth to get used to the stretch and pull of the toy in his ass. In the middle of the Wolf routine he has to drop to the floor and crawl forward; the plug nearly slips out the first time he attempts it and he has to clench hard to keep it from falling. Pleasure coils tight in the pit of his abdomen as he sucks it back in. His cock swings against the cotton of his sweats and Joonmyun glances at him askance as he pants through the next pop-and-lock, sweat dripping down the tip of his nose.
"How're you feeling?" Sehun asks during a water break, sitting on his hands. His eyes shine, tip of his tongue glued cheekily to his top lip.
"You're such a dick," Jongin growls. He chugs half a bottle of water and drips some in his hands to run through his hair.
"Tsk," Sehun says. "Thought you learned your lesson." He shrugs, a casual toss of his shoulders. "Guess not."
Jongin's eyes narrow as Sehun pulls something that looks like a thumb-sized button out of his pocket. Too late, he realizes it's a-oh, God-
Sehun clicks the remote control and the plug starts fucking vibrating. Jongin inhales sharply, spine snapping straight, knees locking as his arms go rigid at his sides. He drops the uncapped bottle and water sprays out across the floorboards in an arcing splash. Jaewon's head snaps up from his position next to the stereo. Chanyeol, lounging next to the dispenser, throws Jongin a strange look and hops away from the puddle.
"Fuck," Jongin says shakily, catching the towel Sehun lazily tosses at him, and even the act of getting down on his knees to wipe the floor dry takes colossal effort. The persistent tremor of the plug sends every sensory neuron he possesses completely haywire. The slick toy seems to balloon inside him, rubbing up along the rim of his asshole, nudging insistently at his prostate. He goes half-hard in his pants again. "I'm sorry," he continues, feeling his face flush.
Jaewon calls time and Jongin scrambles up to take his starting position for Wolf. "Don't miss a step," Sehun says lowly on his way to the other side of the room, grinning like a teenager in a porn shop. Jongin tries to focus, pitching forward into the first move as the music comes on, but Sehun must keep turning the vibrator up because he barely makes it through the song gritting his teeth against the arousal crawling up his throat, vision blurring at the edges.
"Are you okay?" Kyungsoo's voice floats faintly to his ears. "You look sick," and Jongin manages to get out a cracking 'm fine before Sehun's grip latches around his elbow and steadies him like an anchor.
"I'll take him to the bathroom," Sehun pipes up, steering him toward the door, and then he's being frog-marched down the hall to the communal restroom on the second floor. They fall inside, Jongin biting back a quiet moan. No one else is here. Sehun pushes him up against the door and shoves his mouth against Jongin's, their teeth clacking together. "You're so fucking obvious," Sehun mutters against his lips. "Did it feel good to prance around with a vibrator up your ass? With no one but me knowing how fucking turned on you were?"
Sehun's hands dive inside Jongin's pants to pull idly at his hard-on. A dull whine drops out of Jongin's mouth and his legs give out on the third pull. They slide down onto the tile, hard plane hitting the base of the plug and slamming it up, firm against his prostate, and Jongin feels like he might burst from overstimulation-
Sehun's fingers squeeze a painful ring around the base of his cock as his other hand rucks Jongin's pants down. They bunch around his knees and Jongin spreads his thighs as wide as they'll go, head knocking back against the door.
"Please," he gasps.
"Please what?" Sehun inquires, eyebrows cocked high. Jongin lifts his head and gazes at him blearily; Sehun looks almost uninterested, like he couldn't care less whether or not Jongin got off. "I can't give you what you want unless you tell me."
Jongin jerks his hips up, hands curling around Sehun's wrists. "Please," he says. "Please-let me come."
Sehun looks up at the ceiling, as if turning the idea over in his head. The hand pressed up against his pubes slips a tad and a wrung-out sob rips up from Jongin's chest. His head dips forward and comes to rest against Sehun's skinny bicep. "Only because you so nicely," Sehun says at last. He reaches for the base of the butt plug and yanks it out of him in one go, the soft, sticky plastic scraping against his insides as the hand on his dick delivers one long stroke from hilt to head-and Jongin spills all over Sehun's hand and his own stomach, torso half folded over, coils of pressure unwinding with every spurt of white.
His ass feels strangely empty without anything to clamp onto. When he voices this thought aloud, making a face into the mirror as he wipes himself down, still trying to catch his breath, Sehun just smirks at him.
"Does that mean you want a repeat performance?"
"Uh," Jongin says, backpedaling hastily and carding a hand through his hair. "On second thought-"
"Relax," Sehun says. His eyes crinkle into crescents as he smiles. "Next time we can try the vibrating cock ring."
Jongin buries his face in his hands. "Oh, my God."
"I'm glad you agree," Sehun says, sounding vaguely pleased, and leads him back out the door.
fin
A/N: title from tainted love by ed cobb. also i need to stop writing porn omg
Pairing: sehun/kai
Rating: nc17
Genre: pwp
Warnings: swearing, sex
Author: gdgdbaby
Notes: sehun makes jongin wear a butt plug in public. written for this prompt on exopromptmeme. 1,560 words.
"Are you kidding?" Jongin mumbles at the slouching line of Sehun's back. He bends over the sink to check his budding pimple in the bathroom mirror, prods the red spot on his chin and grimaces. Shit. Before this morning he hadn't broken out in at least a week, and now-this. Makeup noonas would have a field day the next time they saw him. Sehun being an asshole is just icing on the cake, really. "No way, man."
Sehun turns, rolling his eyes, fingers clasped loosely around the butt plug in his hand. "Didn't I tell you already?" He props his hip against the counter and taps his thumb along the edge of the toy. "These are the consequences. Or. You know. I can think of something more humiliating if you like."
"What, because I sucked you off with a bit of teeth last night?" Jongin returns thickly around a yawn. His jaw pangs a little from the remembered ache. "Pussy."
He watches Sehun tilt his head through the glass. "The more you argue," he says, voice pitched low as Jongin twists the cold water tap on, "the worse it's going to be."
Jongin swallows, throat dry. Sehun tucks his chin over Jongin's shoulder and nudges the plastic thing into his wet hand. "Put it in yourself. Joonmyun-hyung said we're leaving in ten minutes." He vanishes through the door a moment later.
Jongin clicks the lock on the knob and stares at the plug, flicks his index finger against the tapered end. There's Vaseline on the counter next to someone's BB cream; he shoves his sweatpants down with his boxers, uncaps the container, and scoops a generous amount of it into his hand.
Someone rattles the doorknob. "Hey," Baekhyun's sleepy voice filters in through the wood. "Taking your sweet time in there, huh?"
"Just-give me a second," Jongin calls, bracing his left forearm against the linoleum. He tries to relax, reaches back with his right hand and crooks a finger up his ass, wiggles it around a bit before pressing the slippery tip of the plug against his pucker. The plug slides in slowly and fills him up, and his sphincter smarts as it stretches around the plastic. By the time he manages to fit all of it in to the flared base, his cock's bobbing up against the shelf, the blood in his head rushing south and leaving him dazed and dizzy.
The center's wide enough that it doesn't slip out when he straightens again and pulls his pants back up, fits snug and tight. He clenches experimentally around it and gasps as the plug shifts inside him, rubs deeper, fucks him open just a little bit more. Jesus, he thinks, trying to will his boner down.
He washes the extra Vaseline off his hands and pulls the door open. Fortunately, Baekhyun doesn't seem awake enough to notice Jongin's hard-on as he wobbles past him on his way out.
By the time they've made it to the vans, he's calmed down enough that his erection's mostly gone. Sehun keeps flashing him these knowing looks out of the corner of his eye, though, and squashes himself close to Jongin in the last row, hand stroking the small of Jongin's back. It's not quite long enough to hit his prostate but it still feels weird to sit with the butt plug inside him; every bump in the road rams it up, an erratic rhythm that has him silently hiccupping every other breath.
It's just his luck that the day's devoted to rehearsing new choreo. It takes him two runs of Growl and hiding his winces with a well-placed palm to the mouth to get used to the stretch and pull of the toy in his ass. In the middle of the Wolf routine he has to drop to the floor and crawl forward; the plug nearly slips out the first time he attempts it and he has to clench hard to keep it from falling. Pleasure coils tight in the pit of his abdomen as he sucks it back in. His cock swings against the cotton of his sweats and Joonmyun glances at him askance as he pants through the next pop-and-lock, sweat dripping down the tip of his nose.
"How're you feeling?" Sehun asks during a water break, sitting on his hands. His eyes shine, tip of his tongue glued cheekily to his top lip.
"You're such a dick," Jongin growls. He chugs half a bottle of water and drips some in his hands to run through his hair.
"Tsk," Sehun says. "Thought you learned your lesson." He shrugs, a casual toss of his shoulders. "Guess not."
Jongin's eyes narrow as Sehun pulls something that looks like a thumb-sized button out of his pocket. Too late, he realizes it's a-oh, God-
Sehun clicks the remote control and the plug starts fucking vibrating. Jongin inhales sharply, spine snapping straight, knees locking as his arms go rigid at his sides. He drops the uncapped bottle and water sprays out across the floorboards in an arcing splash. Jaewon's head snaps up from his position next to the stereo. Chanyeol, lounging next to the dispenser, throws Jongin a strange look and hops away from the puddle.
"Fuck," Jongin says shakily, catching the towel Sehun lazily tosses at him, and even the act of getting down on his knees to wipe the floor dry takes colossal effort. The persistent tremor of the plug sends every sensory neuron he possesses completely haywire. The slick toy seems to balloon inside him, rubbing up along the rim of his asshole, nudging insistently at his prostate. He goes half-hard in his pants again. "I'm sorry," he continues, feeling his face flush.
Jaewon calls time and Jongin scrambles up to take his starting position for Wolf. "Don't miss a step," Sehun says lowly on his way to the other side of the room, grinning like a teenager in a porn shop. Jongin tries to focus, pitching forward into the first move as the music comes on, but Sehun must keep turning the vibrator up because he barely makes it through the song gritting his teeth against the arousal crawling up his throat, vision blurring at the edges.
"Are you okay?" Kyungsoo's voice floats faintly to his ears. "You look sick," and Jongin manages to get out a cracking 'm fine before Sehun's grip latches around his elbow and steadies him like an anchor.
"I'll take him to the bathroom," Sehun pipes up, steering him toward the door, and then he's being frog-marched down the hall to the communal restroom on the second floor. They fall inside, Jongin biting back a quiet moan. No one else is here. Sehun pushes him up against the door and shoves his mouth against Jongin's, their teeth clacking together. "You're so fucking obvious," Sehun mutters against his lips. "Did it feel good to prance around with a vibrator up your ass? With no one but me knowing how fucking turned on you were?"
Sehun's hands dive inside Jongin's pants to pull idly at his hard-on. A dull whine drops out of Jongin's mouth and his legs give out on the third pull. They slide down onto the tile, hard plane hitting the base of the plug and slamming it up, firm against his prostate, and Jongin feels like he might burst from overstimulation-
Sehun's fingers squeeze a painful ring around the base of his cock as his other hand rucks Jongin's pants down. They bunch around his knees and Jongin spreads his thighs as wide as they'll go, head knocking back against the door.
"Please," he gasps.
"Please what?" Sehun inquires, eyebrows cocked high. Jongin lifts his head and gazes at him blearily; Sehun looks almost uninterested, like he couldn't care less whether or not Jongin got off. "I can't give you what you want unless you tell me."
Jongin jerks his hips up, hands curling around Sehun's wrists. "Please," he says. "Please-let me come."
Sehun looks up at the ceiling, as if turning the idea over in his head. The hand pressed up against his pubes slips a tad and a wrung-out sob rips up from Jongin's chest. His head dips forward and comes to rest against Sehun's skinny bicep. "Only because you so nicely," Sehun says at last. He reaches for the base of the butt plug and yanks it out of him in one go, the soft, sticky plastic scraping against his insides as the hand on his dick delivers one long stroke from hilt to head-and Jongin spills all over Sehun's hand and his own stomach, torso half folded over, coils of pressure unwinding with every spurt of white.
His ass feels strangely empty without anything to clamp onto. When he voices this thought aloud, making a face into the mirror as he wipes himself down, still trying to catch his breath, Sehun just smirks at him.
"Does that mean you want a repeat performance?"
"Uh," Jongin says, backpedaling hastily and carding a hand through his hair. "On second thought-"
"Relax," Sehun says. His eyes crinkle into crescents as he smiles. "Next time we can try the vibrating cock ring."
Jongin buries his face in his hands. "Oh, my God."
"I'm glad you agree," Sehun says, sounding vaguely pleased, and leads him back out the door.
fin
A/N: title from tainted love by ed cobb. also i need to stop writing porn omg