let me put you on my to-do list
let me put you on my to-do list
nc-17; romance; jongin/sehun; 2,039w
summary: in which sehun is obviously taken and jongin, while conveniently deciding to ignore this fact, tries to seduce his way to get into his pants.
a/n: i wanted sekai smexy times. this happened. otl /o\
he easily catches jongin’s eye from across the dance floor, the lonesome boy sticking out like a sore thumb amidst the suffocating crowd, and jongin supposes it’s not entirely surprising. even though clad in just a simple shirt and, from what jongin can presume from his position, rather tight-fitting pants, sehun still effortlessly manages to catch anyone’s (or, more precisely, jongin’s) attention.
jongin shakes his head, amused. some things never really change.
even at first glance, jongin can already tell that sehun has only grown more striking (if that’s even possible) since their high school years-his face a little sharper, the telltale signs of his youth not entirely gone but not overtly present either; his body noticeably leaner than before, his black shirt hugging his torso in all the right places. sehun had always been admired for his looks even during their earlier years, a former ulzzang known in his own hometown-all crinkling eyes and pale, smooth skin, and tinkling laughter.
there isn’t anyone who had caught jongin’s interest quite like the way sehun did, and jongin wants him all the more for that.
keeping his eye on him, jongin cautiously approaches sehun from behind. “buy you a drink?” jongin whispers into sehun’s ear in a deep, sultry voice. he steps back a little, shamelessly taking a moment to take in the curve of sehun’s backside.
sehun grunts, like he has been getting the same question way too many times tonight. the place is packed with people and the stereos are cranked up in full volume, blaring music pounding in his ears, and jongin has to lean in a little closer to hear sehun’s response. “sorry, but i’m already seeing someone.”
jongin rolls his eyes, unable to help himself. typical sehun-honest and loyal and so unlike jongin. still, he takes the vacant seat beside sehun and decides to try his luck one more time. “do you really have the heart to refuse me and my simple offer of companionship?”
coming face-to-face with the owner of the voice, sehun’s eyes widen as soon as he recognizes jongin. “oh,” he says dumbly. “i should’ve known it’s just you.”
jongin unabashedly gapes at sehun, his cheek propped up on one elbow on the bar, and sighs loudly. jongin’s pretty sure he should feel offended by sehun’s lack of appreciation for his presence but the sight of sehun in front of him, cheeks flushed and adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he proceeds to ignore jongin just to finish his drink in one go, kind of makes up for it. he’s probably staring at sehun way longer than what is normal but, really, it’s not jongin’s fault that sehun’s face is too pretty to look at.
sensing the other’s gaze on him, sehun looks at jongin and anxiously asks, “what?”
“nothing,” jongin answers with a slight shrug of his shoulders. a knowing smirk quickly flits across his expression. “just wondering how many people you’ve turned down tonight.”
“why? are you keeping count now?” sehun answers back, throwing that same smirk in jongin’s direction. jongin just wants to kiss that smirk off his face.
“maybe.” jongin lets that obvious teasing in his tone give him away. “though i’m not really surprised that they can’t keep their hands off of you.” jongin places his hand on sehun’s lower back and slowly slides his way down over the other’s little pert behind.
sehun scowls at him and takes hold of his wrist before it descends any further, steadily setting it back on the bar once more. “and it’s pretty obvious you can’t either.”
jongin shrugs once more, the expression on his face void of even the slightest hint of shame for his bold behavior. really, denying is practically useless when it’s already glaringly obvious that he’s attracted to sehun. maybe it’s the alcohol taking over his system-he doesn’t really know-but jongin decides that being blunt will do him good instead of just waiting for things to happen. with his most enticing voice, he tries to lure sehun for the second time that night. “come dance with me.”
a quirk of amusement immediately curves sehun’s lips. “i don’t think you can even stand for longer than ten seconds in your state, let alone dance. you’re already drunk, jongin.”
“so?” jongin blinks at him and moves closer, curving his fingers around sehun’s bicep. “come on! you already refused the first time. you can at least let me have my fun with this one dance.”
sehun pointedly stares at jongin. there are about ten different ways in which he can reject jongin’s offer but he knows nothing can deter the other from doing what he likes, especially if he’s drunk. sehun sighs despairingly, reluctantly conceding to the other’s request, and says, “you’re really hopeless.”
jongin knows that’s the closest to a yes he can get from sehun and he rejoices, throwing a very satisfied smile at his direction. he doesn’t waste his time and stands, albeit unsteadily, on his feet and drags sehun away from his seat, squeezing themselves through the already stifling crowd of gyrating bodies on the dance floor.
the club is full of life and noise and laughter, exactly the kind of place that makes sense for jongin to hang out at, and sehun isn’t surprised to see jongin easily blending in with the crowd. jongin has always been the more sociable one between the two of them-the crowd favorite, the life of the party, the social butterfly-and, sometimes, sehun wonders how in the world they get along so well when he’s nothing but the complete opposite of the boy dancing in front of him.
even with clumsy steps and careless brush of hands (that always makes sehun squeak rather embarrassingly), jongin is still a sight to behold in the dance floor. there’s always something in the way jongin moves his body to a playing beat; the way he sways his hips just right and lets the confidence ooze in his every pore that takes sehun’s breath away.
it’s a bit ridiculous on his part, but sehun has long stopped questioning the obvious fact that jongin will always have that kind of effect on him.
sehun finds breathing a little harder, his heart beating a little faster when jongin presses himself against sehun’s front, needy and insistent. maybe it’s the alcohol making him do unimaginable things, his brain hazy with the intoxicating taste of his drink on his tongue. or maybe it’s the way jongin challenges him with that inviting smirk and sinful movements of his hips. or maybe it’s a bit of both-he’s not too sure-but sehun suddenly finds himself placing his hands on jongin’s hips, pulling him closer and closer still until they’re both rocking to a beat that only they can hear. jongin turns around in his hold-
-and kisses sehun, the slide of his mouth against sehun’s lips, clinging and teasing, making sehun shiver with want. the music continues to echo within the four walls of the club, loud and obnoxious, but sehun thinks the pounding of his heart against his ribcage is even louder. when they pull away moments later, the need for air clutching at their lungs, sehun just feels even more inebriated than before.
“should we leave this place?” jongin whispers loud enough for sehun to hear. sehun doesn’t trust himself to speak so he nods instead, the earlier sensation of jongin’s lips against his still clouding the rational part of his brain. sehun is vaguely aware of the cold night air hitting him hard, prickling his skin with goosebumps, before jongin finally shoves them inside a cab.
hungry lips attach to a smooth column of neck as soon as the door closes with a loud thud, adorning the pale skin with teeth marks and splotches of blossoming red. the hard wood starts to dig painfully against sehun’s back, but just when sehun thinks of doing something about that, jongin nudges sehun’s head back even more, messing up his already disheveled hair as jongin sucks harder at his throat.
sehun feels dizzy from the onslaught of pleasure bombarding his every senses, head fuzzy from the heady sensation of jongin’s rough thumb swiping over a right nipple, of jongin’s teeth nipping at his earlobe, of jongin’s growing hardness against his own. jongin, jongin, jongin. and at some point sehun had probably whimpered bed to jongin because, all of a sudden, he feels the soft mattress cushioning his back, body trapped under jongin’s heated gaze and skilled hands.
when his shirt is yanked over his head and his jeans are roughly pushed down, boxers along, sehun knows it’s not going to be pretty and slow and gentle like he wanted. with jongin, it’s all about urgency and roughness, quick hands tugging their bodies closer and fervent kisses marking every possible nook and cranny, but, in a very odd way, sehun likes it.
sehun likes the way jongin grabs his wrists and traps them, keeping him tied down to the bed as he writhes and pushes forward for more contact; likes the way jongin gathers him close, heated skin against heated skin, the sensation of their erections rubbing together coaxing out a deep, guttural moan from sehun’s lips; likes the way jongin needs him as aggressively as sehun does at this very moment.
there’s no foreplay; just large hands kneading sehun’s flesh and jongin’s mouth on his, nibbling and tasting, just greedily tasting the inside of his mouth more than anything else. when jongin presses a slick finger inside, sehun lets out a little gasp, head canting back in pleasure and pain from the sudden intrusion. soon after, a second and a third finger slide right in and sehun has a half mind to feel shameless as he fucks himself on jongin’s digits.
they both moan, a breathy fuck slipping right out of their lips when jongin finally decides to enter that tight heat.
it’s hard and fast and rough, fingers bruising points of pressure as they dig deeper into sehun’s hips. all sense of logic slips out of sehun’s mind when jongin slams into him again and again, hips making hard stabbing jabs, the sound of skin slapping against skin eerily bouncing off the four walls of the room.
sehun feels the tight coil in his stomach give way, his body going rigid and arching as he comes hard, the strength of his orgasm momentarily blinding him. he’s a bundle of oversensitive nerves and it doesn’t help that jongin keeps on pushing within him, the force of his thrusts only progressively increasing as he chases for his own release.
there’s a noise from jongin, deep and just as rough, and sehun dimly hears his name there somewhere before jongin finally gives in to his completion, body convulsing as he rides out his own orgasm.
jongin slowly slides out of sehun and takes his place on sehun's side, cuddling close for his warmth. for a moment, none of them speak a word, trapped in their post-coital haze as they try to catch their breaths and calm their hammering hearts from the mind-blowing sex they just had.
“that was fun,” jongin finally says, breath fanning against sehun’s neck. sehun mindlessly rubs the arm thrown around his waist. “we should play that game again soon.”
“what game?”
“you know, where you’re the ever loyal boyfriend and I’m the occasional fuck and i lure you out to my place to have some wicked sex.” jongin props his head up on his elbow and mischievously smiles down at sehun. “that kind of game.”
sehun rolls his eyes. sometimes, jongin’s imagination (and weird kinks) can be such a pain to handle. “it can’t be cheating. we're dating each other.”
“but that’s why we pretend,” jongin insists. sometimes, it's really mindboggling how jongin is the older of the two of them. “come on! play that game with me again sometime.”
jongin looks at sehun with such child-like enthusiasm shining in his eyes that sehun can’t really find it in him to say no. so he agrees, albeit begrudgingly, kissing that eager smile off his face until jongin is a panting, writhing mess against him.
well, another game won’t hurt, right?
Notes:
✧ i blame my overwhelming sekai feels for this plotless fic tbh. ;w;
✧ ..and now, back to writing my runandgun entry~ lmao.
✧ comments are greatly appreciated. <33
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nc-17; romance; jongin/sehun; 2,039w
summary: in which sehun is obviously taken and jongin, while conveniently deciding to ignore this fact, tries to seduce his way to get into his pants.
a/n: i wanted sekai smexy times. this happened. otl /o\
he easily catches jongin’s eye from across the dance floor, the lonesome boy sticking out like a sore thumb amidst the suffocating crowd, and jongin supposes it’s not entirely surprising. even though clad in just a simple shirt and, from what jongin can presume from his position, rather tight-fitting pants, sehun still effortlessly manages to catch anyone’s (or, more precisely, jongin’s) attention.
jongin shakes his head, amused. some things never really change.
even at first glance, jongin can already tell that sehun has only grown more striking (if that’s even possible) since their high school years-his face a little sharper, the telltale signs of his youth not entirely gone but not overtly present either; his body noticeably leaner than before, his black shirt hugging his torso in all the right places. sehun had always been admired for his looks even during their earlier years, a former ulzzang known in his own hometown-all crinkling eyes and pale, smooth skin, and tinkling laughter.
there isn’t anyone who had caught jongin’s interest quite like the way sehun did, and jongin wants him all the more for that.
keeping his eye on him, jongin cautiously approaches sehun from behind. “buy you a drink?” jongin whispers into sehun’s ear in a deep, sultry voice. he steps back a little, shamelessly taking a moment to take in the curve of sehun’s backside.
sehun grunts, like he has been getting the same question way too many times tonight. the place is packed with people and the stereos are cranked up in full volume, blaring music pounding in his ears, and jongin has to lean in a little closer to hear sehun’s response. “sorry, but i’m already seeing someone.”
jongin rolls his eyes, unable to help himself. typical sehun-honest and loyal and so unlike jongin. still, he takes the vacant seat beside sehun and decides to try his luck one more time. “do you really have the heart to refuse me and my simple offer of companionship?”
coming face-to-face with the owner of the voice, sehun’s eyes widen as soon as he recognizes jongin. “oh,” he says dumbly. “i should’ve known it’s just you.”
jongin unabashedly gapes at sehun, his cheek propped up on one elbow on the bar, and sighs loudly. jongin’s pretty sure he should feel offended by sehun’s lack of appreciation for his presence but the sight of sehun in front of him, cheeks flushed and adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he proceeds to ignore jongin just to finish his drink in one go, kind of makes up for it. he’s probably staring at sehun way longer than what is normal but, really, it’s not jongin’s fault that sehun’s face is too pretty to look at.
sensing the other’s gaze on him, sehun looks at jongin and anxiously asks, “what?”
“nothing,” jongin answers with a slight shrug of his shoulders. a knowing smirk quickly flits across his expression. “just wondering how many people you’ve turned down tonight.”
“why? are you keeping count now?” sehun answers back, throwing that same smirk in jongin’s direction. jongin just wants to kiss that smirk off his face.
“maybe.” jongin lets that obvious teasing in his tone give him away. “though i’m not really surprised that they can’t keep their hands off of you.” jongin places his hand on sehun’s lower back and slowly slides his way down over the other’s little pert behind.
sehun scowls at him and takes hold of his wrist before it descends any further, steadily setting it back on the bar once more. “and it’s pretty obvious you can’t either.”
jongin shrugs once more, the expression on his face void of even the slightest hint of shame for his bold behavior. really, denying is practically useless when it’s already glaringly obvious that he’s attracted to sehun. maybe it’s the alcohol taking over his system-he doesn’t really know-but jongin decides that being blunt will do him good instead of just waiting for things to happen. with his most enticing voice, he tries to lure sehun for the second time that night. “come dance with me.”
a quirk of amusement immediately curves sehun’s lips. “i don’t think you can even stand for longer than ten seconds in your state, let alone dance. you’re already drunk, jongin.”
“so?” jongin blinks at him and moves closer, curving his fingers around sehun’s bicep. “come on! you already refused the first time. you can at least let me have my fun with this one dance.”
sehun pointedly stares at jongin. there are about ten different ways in which he can reject jongin’s offer but he knows nothing can deter the other from doing what he likes, especially if he’s drunk. sehun sighs despairingly, reluctantly conceding to the other’s request, and says, “you’re really hopeless.”
jongin knows that’s the closest to a yes he can get from sehun and he rejoices, throwing a very satisfied smile at his direction. he doesn’t waste his time and stands, albeit unsteadily, on his feet and drags sehun away from his seat, squeezing themselves through the already stifling crowd of gyrating bodies on the dance floor.
the club is full of life and noise and laughter, exactly the kind of place that makes sense for jongin to hang out at, and sehun isn’t surprised to see jongin easily blending in with the crowd. jongin has always been the more sociable one between the two of them-the crowd favorite, the life of the party, the social butterfly-and, sometimes, sehun wonders how in the world they get along so well when he’s nothing but the complete opposite of the boy dancing in front of him.
even with clumsy steps and careless brush of hands (that always makes sehun squeak rather embarrassingly), jongin is still a sight to behold in the dance floor. there’s always something in the way jongin moves his body to a playing beat; the way he sways his hips just right and lets the confidence ooze in his every pore that takes sehun’s breath away.
it’s a bit ridiculous on his part, but sehun has long stopped questioning the obvious fact that jongin will always have that kind of effect on him.
sehun finds breathing a little harder, his heart beating a little faster when jongin presses himself against sehun’s front, needy and insistent. maybe it’s the alcohol making him do unimaginable things, his brain hazy with the intoxicating taste of his drink on his tongue. or maybe it’s the way jongin challenges him with that inviting smirk and sinful movements of his hips. or maybe it’s a bit of both-he’s not too sure-but sehun suddenly finds himself placing his hands on jongin’s hips, pulling him closer and closer still until they’re both rocking to a beat that only they can hear. jongin turns around in his hold-
-and kisses sehun, the slide of his mouth against sehun’s lips, clinging and teasing, making sehun shiver with want. the music continues to echo within the four walls of the club, loud and obnoxious, but sehun thinks the pounding of his heart against his ribcage is even louder. when they pull away moments later, the need for air clutching at their lungs, sehun just feels even more inebriated than before.
“should we leave this place?” jongin whispers loud enough for sehun to hear. sehun doesn’t trust himself to speak so he nods instead, the earlier sensation of jongin’s lips against his still clouding the rational part of his brain. sehun is vaguely aware of the cold night air hitting him hard, prickling his skin with goosebumps, before jongin finally shoves them inside a cab.
hungry lips attach to a smooth column of neck as soon as the door closes with a loud thud, adorning the pale skin with teeth marks and splotches of blossoming red. the hard wood starts to dig painfully against sehun’s back, but just when sehun thinks of doing something about that, jongin nudges sehun’s head back even more, messing up his already disheveled hair as jongin sucks harder at his throat.
sehun feels dizzy from the onslaught of pleasure bombarding his every senses, head fuzzy from the heady sensation of jongin’s rough thumb swiping over a right nipple, of jongin’s teeth nipping at his earlobe, of jongin’s growing hardness against his own. jongin, jongin, jongin. and at some point sehun had probably whimpered bed to jongin because, all of a sudden, he feels the soft mattress cushioning his back, body trapped under jongin’s heated gaze and skilled hands.
when his shirt is yanked over his head and his jeans are roughly pushed down, boxers along, sehun knows it’s not going to be pretty and slow and gentle like he wanted. with jongin, it’s all about urgency and roughness, quick hands tugging their bodies closer and fervent kisses marking every possible nook and cranny, but, in a very odd way, sehun likes it.
sehun likes the way jongin grabs his wrists and traps them, keeping him tied down to the bed as he writhes and pushes forward for more contact; likes the way jongin gathers him close, heated skin against heated skin, the sensation of their erections rubbing together coaxing out a deep, guttural moan from sehun’s lips; likes the way jongin needs him as aggressively as sehun does at this very moment.
there’s no foreplay; just large hands kneading sehun’s flesh and jongin’s mouth on his, nibbling and tasting, just greedily tasting the inside of his mouth more than anything else. when jongin presses a slick finger inside, sehun lets out a little gasp, head canting back in pleasure and pain from the sudden intrusion. soon after, a second and a third finger slide right in and sehun has a half mind to feel shameless as he fucks himself on jongin’s digits.
they both moan, a breathy fuck slipping right out of their lips when jongin finally decides to enter that tight heat.
it’s hard and fast and rough, fingers bruising points of pressure as they dig deeper into sehun’s hips. all sense of logic slips out of sehun’s mind when jongin slams into him again and again, hips making hard stabbing jabs, the sound of skin slapping against skin eerily bouncing off the four walls of the room.
sehun feels the tight coil in his stomach give way, his body going rigid and arching as he comes hard, the strength of his orgasm momentarily blinding him. he’s a bundle of oversensitive nerves and it doesn’t help that jongin keeps on pushing within him, the force of his thrusts only progressively increasing as he chases for his own release.
there’s a noise from jongin, deep and just as rough, and sehun dimly hears his name there somewhere before jongin finally gives in to his completion, body convulsing as he rides out his own orgasm.
jongin slowly slides out of sehun and takes his place on sehun's side, cuddling close for his warmth. for a moment, none of them speak a word, trapped in their post-coital haze as they try to catch their breaths and calm their hammering hearts from the mind-blowing sex they just had.
“that was fun,” jongin finally says, breath fanning against sehun’s neck. sehun mindlessly rubs the arm thrown around his waist. “we should play that game again soon.”
“what game?”
“you know, where you’re the ever loyal boyfriend and I’m the occasional fuck and i lure you out to my place to have some wicked sex.” jongin props his head up on his elbow and mischievously smiles down at sehun. “that kind of game.”
sehun rolls his eyes. sometimes, jongin’s imagination (and weird kinks) can be such a pain to handle. “it can’t be cheating. we're dating each other.”
“but that’s why we pretend,” jongin insists. sometimes, it's really mindboggling how jongin is the older of the two of them. “come on! play that game with me again sometime.”
jongin looks at sehun with such child-like enthusiasm shining in his eyes that sehun can’t really find it in him to say no. so he agrees, albeit begrudgingly, kissing that eager smile off his face until jongin is a panting, writhing mess against him.
well, another game won’t hurt, right?
Notes:
✧ i blame my overwhelming sekai feels for this plotless fic tbh. ;w;
✧ ..and now, back to writing my runandgun entry~ lmao.
✧ comments are greatly appreciated. <33
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