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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      K-pop, EXO_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Do_Kyungsoo_|_D.O/Kim_Jongin_|_Kai
  Character:
      Do_Kyungsoo_|_D.O, Kim_Jongin_|_Kai, Byun_Baekhyun, Kim_Jongdae_|_Chen
  Additional Tags:
      Deepthroating, Breathplay, Face-Fucking, midly_dubious_consent, Frottage,
      Verbal_Humiliation, Dom/sub_Undertones, lol_i_look_like_such_a_weirdo, k
      but_you_have_to_understand_that_this_isn't_who_i_usually_am, i'm_a_good
      person_i_swear
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-07-12 Words: 3913
****** (right here between your hips) this is where I want to live ******
by m_phistopheles
Summary
     After losing a bet to some friends, Kyungsoo has to go to a party in
     a costume of their choice. The outcome of the party is very different
     from what he had initially guessed it would be.
Notes
     I’d just like to point out that Jongin is older than ksoo in this,
     probably by a year or two so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Also, the title also comes
     from the song “Drive” by Melissa Ferrick
See the end of the work for more notes
                It had started out because of Jongdae and Baekhyun, and nothing
anyone could say would change Kyungsoo’s mind about that. He firmly believed
that if the two had not conspired, he wouldn’t be where he is now— two beers
into a shitty house party, his lipstick painted pout wrapped around a third,
and clad in a tiny uniform from the girls high school from the next district
over. All of this because Jongdae and Baekhyun had convinced him to join in
their stupid bet (which he did mostly just to shut them up) about who would get
the highest grade on their most recent choir club assignment.
                 Kyungsoo was under the impression that he was doing the best
out of his friends, and readily agreed to the bet, because he was sure that
under no circumstances would he dress as a girl at a college party that they’d
be going to. He was wrong— losing the bet by a mere two percent, and he was
livid.
                Which lead him to where he was now— wearing eyeliner and glossy
lipstick, forced into a skirt that had to be out of regulation for the school,
a tie around his neck that felt more like a noose, thigh high socks with little
healed oxfords, and to make everything even worse, Baekhyun had somehow
acquired a pair of panties— panties that he and Jongdae decided were a key
element to his attire for the night.
                As much as he hated to admit it, he was humiliated. He saw some
of these people attending the party often enough— other seniors, though not
many, from his school, guys and girls that he often saw at other parties— and
he was sure that they could recognize him. He felt like a fool, even as he
stood there, talking to some guy a couple of years older than he was— a guy who
had his hand on Kyungsoo’s hip, the other against the wall Kyungsoo’s back was
leaning against, essentially trapping him.
                The taller man, whose name Kyungsoo had already forgotten, was
leaning in even closer, his lips tickling Kyungsoo’s ear, hot breath making
Kyungsoo flush darker under the collar of the uniform blouse. A chuckle in his
ear made Kyungsoo look up at the man.
                “Did you hear my question, sweetheart?” the man asked, smirk
adorning his lips.
                Kyungsoo gasped, and shook his head, “N-no, sorry...”
                Another chuckle close to his ear made Kyungsoo shiver, and he
hated himself for being weak to this guy, for getting attention while he was
dressed like a girl. He felt a spring coil in his stomach, the attention the
guy was paying to him was making him more aroused than he wanted to believe.
                “I asked if you wanted to come to a room with me?” the man
asked, tugging Kyungsoo’s hip closer, “You’re pretty, but I bet you’d be
prettier if we were alone.”
                Kyungsoo nearly choked— this guy really must think he was a
girl. The guy— Kyungsoo really needed to figure out his name— apparently took
his choke as a form of agreement, and grabbed his hand, pulling him upstairs.
                When the door was closed behind them Kyungsoo couldn’t stop
himself— “I’m not a girl!” came blurting from his mouth before he could stop
it. “Also,” he continued, “I don’t remember your name at all”.
                “My name’s Jongin,” the guy said, smirking at Kyungsoo’s
flushed face, starting again before Kyungsoo could get another word in, “I knew
that you’re not a girl; you’ve shown to these parties before… So is this a
hobby, or…?”
                Kyungsoo looked down at his attire in embarrassment, mumbling,
“I lost a stupid bet, this was the punishment.”
                “What kind of bet?”
                “To see who would get the highest grade on an assignment.”
                Kyungsoo caught a glint in Jongin’s eye as the taller boy
grabbed his wrists together.
                “Good boys do well on assignments.” He said, the glint never
leaving his eye.
                “It was two percent—“
                Jongin cut Kyungsoo off, saying, “Should I punish you? For
doing badly and talking back?”
                “O-oh, fuck—“
                “Get on your knees, Kyungsoo.” Jongin’s voice took on an
authoritative tone, leaving Kyungsoo with no choice. He knew that he could
potentially just leave, but something about this older, tanned, muscled boy
made Kyungsoo want to stay, want to be used.
                He dropped to his knees quickly, thudding dully on the carpeted
floor, the pain small but sharp through his legs. He whimpered when he saw
Jongin’s hands go to unbutton and unzip his jeans, his cock still mostly soft
beneath the fabric of his briefs.
                “Get me hard,” Jongin commanded, his voice taking on a surly
tone, “Use your hands.”
                Reaching past the fabric of Jongin’s briefs, Kyungsoo pulled
out the flesh of his dick. Even soft, it was thick and long, and Kyungsoo was
already in way over his head with this guy but he couldn’t stop himself from
starting to stroke. Long, firm pulls from base to tip had Jongin hardening up
quickly, and by the time he was completely erect, he was longer than Kyungsoo’s
two fists.
                He continued stroking the flesh, precum making the glide
easier. Kyungsoo was breathing heavily already at just the thought of taking
Jongin’s big cock into his mouth, and the older man noticed, and smirked down
at him.
                “Are you getting turned on from touching my cock, you slut?”
                Kyungsoo whimpered, and he couldn’t stop the full body shiver
and the tightening of his hands around the hard flesh of Jongin’s cock. He
couldn’t help but lick his lips, thinking of putting the head inside of his
mouth and suckling, gathering precum on his tongue.
                Before he knew it, Jongin’s hand was on the back of his head,
fingers threaded through his hair but not harshly. Jongin pushed his head
forward until the head of his cock was pressed against the pucker of Kyungsoo’s
lips, the action causing a lewd smooching noise as a result. Without even being
able to savor it, Kyungsoo’s head was pulled back again, and he looked up to
make eye contact with Jongin.
                “Do you want to suck my cock, Kyungsoo?” he asked, and Kyungsoo
could only nod, his arousal clouding his mind. His head was pushed close to
Jongin’s cock again, not close enough to get his lips around it but close
enough to be able to flick his tongue against the slit.
                He lapped up the precum that he was able to reach, continuing
to stroke Jongin’s cock after her realized that he had stopped while Jongin
talked to him. His hands tightened around the head as well as they could,
squeezing in pulses to encourage more precum. He heard Jongin groan above him
and looked up to see Jongin’s dark eyes trained on his red-painted lips, the
way his tongue licked up the little bits of precum he could manage.
                “Let go of me and put your hands behind your back.” Came the
sudden order from Jongin, and he rushed to comply, letting the stiff flesh from
between his hands go and moving to fold his arms behind him. He watched as
Jongin bent down to look at him, almost at eye level before he tilted
Kyungsoo’s chin up— out of the way for Jongin as he began to untie the knot in
Kyungsoo’s tie. It was only a minute before Jongin was circling back around him
and tying his wrists together with the fabric. His moan at the action was
shameless, and he felt his own cock start to leak precum into the panties
Baekhyun had forced him into.
                Jongin’s hand was back on his head before he could do anything
else, holding him steady in position. His voice was deep as he questioned, “Do
you want my cock, Kyungsoo?”
                “Yes—“
                “Yes, what?”
                “Yes, please, Jongin— hyung, please—” Kyungsoo was already
short of breath, looking directly at Jongin’s cock and practically gagging for
it. Kyungsoo was granted a quick, “Good boy,” from Jongin before the older
boy’s cock was pressed against his lips, forcing them open and leaving a smear
of lipstick against the flesh.
                Jongin was only able to push his cock in a little passed the
head before he met resistance in the form of Kyungsoo’s inexperienced throat.
He pulled Kyungsoo off of him, “How many times have you sucked someone off?”
                Kyungsoo abruptly recalled every incident previous to this one,
some of which had been with schoolmates and some with college students, and all
of whom had smaller dicks than the one he was faced with now. “I’ve— I mean— I
don’t know. A bunch of times.”
                “Were they as big as me?”
                “No, none of them.”
                “Good,” Jongin said, pushing Kyungsoo’s head down onto his cock
again. “I’ll have to teach you how to take me all properly.”
                He was pulled on and off of Jongin’s cock a few times in quick
succession, each push harder than the last until he was gagging and going
cross-eyed and Jongin pulled him off again. He felt a tear roll down his cheek
and he thought about the way the excessive eye makeup he was wearing would
probably smudge if that kept up. He saw the smears of his lipstick across
Jongin’s cock and couldn’t help but lick over his lips at the way that the tint
gleamed at him, as if calling him a slut in its own way.
                “I can’t go any further, Jongin.” He admitted, lowering his
eyes as if in shame.
                Jongin’s chuckle was arousing and sinister at the same time as
he replied, “I’ll make sure you go further, Kyungsoo. This is a punishment,
remember?”
                Kyungsoo didn’t have a chance to answer as his head was forced
down again, being pushed to his limit from the start this time. He gagged
immediately, saliva beginning to run down his chin from the way his jaw was
being forced open. Jongin only held him in place for a few seconds before he
pulled Kyungsoo off of him again.
                Kyungsoo coughed, breathing heavily as he complained, “That’s
deep enough, Jongin!”
                “I’ll tell you when it’s deep enough,” Jongin replied, his tone
commanding and final. His hand pushed on Kyungsoo’s head again, pushing him
almost to the base.
                Even when Kyungsoo coughed around his cock, tears spilling from
his eyes and snot running from his nostrils, he didn’t let up for almost a
minute.
                When he was pulled off, Kyungsoo coughed in a fit, tears
streaming steadily down his cheeks, smearing him with mascara.
                “Please Jongin, I can’t take it any deeper!”
                “Yes you can, you’re so close to taking all of it, just a bit
more. Good boys take all of it.”
                Kyungsoo could only nod before Jongin was forcing his head down
again. The less he thought about it and the more he relaxed, the easier it got,
so Kyungsoo just closed his eyes and savored the taste on his tongue and the
feeling of Jongin’s cock pressing into his mouth. Jongin pulled him on and off
the head repeatedly, getting his used to the feeling of the cock. His drool
slipped passed his lips, dripping down to wet his shirt, the fabric becoming
translucent with it.
                “Do you want me to take your shirt off?” Jongin asked, pulling
Kyungsoo’s head off his cock.
                Kyungsoo could only nod, his breathing heavy and labored.
Jongin’s fingers were nimble as they pulled apart the buttons of the uniform
shirt, pushing it down Kyungsoo’s arms and leaving it to pool around his
wrists. Kyungsoo’s nipples peaked in the chilly air of the bedroom, but he
didn’t have much time to think about it as Jongin pushed his head down again to
take in Jongin’s cock.
                He could see the way Jongin’s cock was smeared with his
lipstick, how the smears only reached a bit more than halfway down the flesh,
and he knew that Jongin wanted him to take all of it, smear his lipstick to the
base, but he didn’t think he could.
                Sweat dripped down his back as he forced his throat open, his
thoughts saying that Jongin was too rough for him, but his libido asking for
more. He couldn’t help but continue to gag through Jongin’s thrusts into his
mouth, tears continuing to spill down his flaming cheeks.
                Soon, Jongin was able to force his head down to the base,
pushing passed the muscles of Kyungsoo’s throat that were protesting, and
bulging in Kyungsoo’s throat. Jongin was pulling Kyungsoo on and off
consistently, pushing deep into his throat before pulling out to just the tip.
                In an instant, Kyungsoo’s head was forced down Jongin’s cock,
the length forcing into his throat, and one of Jongin’s hands pinched his nose,
cutting off all airflow. His eyes opened wide, his breathing cut off, and he
started to cough in panic, his throat constricting over Jongin’s cock, making
the older man groan above him. When he was starting to go light headed, Jongin
finally pulled him off his cock and unblocked his nose, and he gasped for
breath, drool spilling down his chin and coughs coming in abundance.
                Jongin moaned, looking down at Kyungsoo, “You take it so well,
baby, fuck…”
                Jongin’s hand left the back of his head, moving to wipe clean
some of the drool down his chin. After a minute of smearing Kyungsoo’s drool
back into his mouth, he mumbled, “You’ve been so good, Kyungsoo, do you want me
to play with you now?”
                Kyungsoo knew distantly in his mind that his nod was probably a
bit overeager, but he couldn’t stop himself from the way his body begged for
release. Jongin was surprisingly gentle as he helped Kyungsoo to his feet,
leading him over to a twin sized bed further inside the bedroom. Somewhere in
the back of his mind, Kyungsoo felt kind of sorry for whoever would be coming
back to this bed after they were done with it, but he couldn’t bring himself to
care too much. It was difficult to care, really, when Jongin was pushing him
down onto his back, and his tied hands by extension, and he could feel the
skirt he was still wearing start to ride up.
                “Do you want me to take off your skirt?”
                Kyungsoo nodded again, lifting his hips as much as he could so
that Jongin could reach down to unbutton the waistband. The fabric pulled away
easily after Jongin had undone the buttons holding it together, and he drew it
down and away from Kyungsoo’s legs. His baby pink panties were left to be seen
by Jongin’s eyes— left Jongin to see the way Kyungsoo’s cock strained against
the fabric, the way his precum had soaked through, leaving a dark, wet spot. He
flushed under Jongin’s unabashed gaze, bringing his knees together to cover
himself.
                Before he could close his legs properly Jongin had his hands on
both of Kyungsoo’s knees, pushing and holding his legs apart. Kyungsoo
whimpered in embarrassment, closing his eyes and turning his head away from
Jongin. However, it didn’t stop Jongin from talking, “Look at how wet you got
from putting my cock down your throat. Look at your little cock, you’re so hard
for me.”
                Kyungsoo felt tears coming from his eyes again, but he couldn’t
stop the way his cock twitched, spurting out more precum inside the panties.
Jongin noticed.
                “Do you like it when I talk down to you? Like it when I let you
know what a slut you are?”
                Kyungsoo moaned weakly, “Please, hyung, please touch me…”
                Jongin complied, liking the way Kyungsoo begged for it. He
slowly peeled the panties from Kyungsoo’s body, pulling them down his legs and
watching as Kyungsoo’s cock bounced in the air, free from its fabric prison.
Kyungsoo squirmed under his gaze, but Jongin still brought his hands down,
cupping Kyungsoo’s balls in one hand and moving the other to hold his length
with the other.
                Kyungsoo moaned loudly and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to
thrust shallowly into Jongin’s fist. Jongin chuckled at him, “Look at how
desperate you are, Kyungsoo, you can’t even wait for me to start properly…”
                 A second later, Jongin was pushing his own cock against
Kyungsoo’s, grinding his hips heavily into Kyungsoo’s pelvis. His hand fell
away from gripping Kyungsoo’s cock, and they ground against each other for a
few minutes, no sound but their heavy breaths filling the air. Kyungsoo was the
one to break their rhythm, “Please, Jongin hyung, untie my hands, please…”
                Jongin nodded to him, pulling away from his body to flip him
onto his stomach. The new position allowed Kyungsoo to thrust against the
fabric of the bedspread, but Jongin noticed too soon, slapping him across his
ass cheeks as a punishment before untying his hands and flipping him back over.
                Kyungsoo immediately brought his hands to his cock, tugging on
the tender flesh. Almost as soon as Kyungsoo got his fist around himself,
Jongin’s hands were slapping his away. Jongin chided, “You’re so horny, baby,
can’t even obey for two minutes.”
                Kyungsoo’s breath hitched, and he couldn’t help but beg,
“Please, hyung, I need it— touch me…”
                Jongin just growled at him, grabbing Kyungsoo’s thighs in his
hands and pulling him across the mattress until he was right at the edge.
Kyungsoo moaned as the rough fabric of cheap bedding scratched down his back,
and he felt his cock throb with the need to release. Jongin pulled Kyungsoo
until Jongin’s hips were aligned with Kyungsoo’s ass, after which Jongin threw
Kyungsoo’s legs over his shoulders, and placed his hands on either side of
Kyungsoo’s head. Kyungsoo gasped at the position— being bent in a way he didn’t
even know he was flexible enough for, feeling Jongin’s slick cock rub against
his ass cheeks, being under Jongin in such a submissive position— and he loved
it.
                Jongin started to grind down against Kyungsoo, their cocks
lined up next to each other. Jongin’s gaze was directed to the way their flesh
slid together, and he couldn’t help but look at them, too. Jongin’s voice was
light when he spoke next, “Look at you, baby. Look how wet your tiny cock is
for me, look how you’re so small compared to me.”
                Kyungsoo threw his head back and squeezed his eyes shut, the
humiliation of being talked down to too much for him to handle. He heard Jongin
chuckle when a few tears slipped out from his closed eyes and another spurt of
precum squirted between them. Jongin’s voice lilted when he spoke again, “Are
you embarrassed, baby?”
                Kyungsoo shook his head in denial.
                “Are you sure?” Jongin objected, “You seem embarrassed to me.
But maybe it doesn’t bother you because you like to take it up the ass anyway,
isn’t that right, baby?”
                Kyungsoo let out a loud sob and nodded, his thighs clenching in
desire and his balls pulling up toward his body.
                Jongin grabbed his cock, almost all of it fitting into his
fist, save for the head that peaked out between his fingers, deep red and
weeping. He continued to taunt Kyungsoo, “You almost fit in one hand, Kyungsoo,
look at how small you are. It’s no wonder you were able to wear a girl’s
uniform so well.”
                A single sob left Kyungsoo’s throat, more precum slipping out
of his slit. He was so close to having his orgasm he almost couldn’t take it
anymore, so he started to thrust up into Jongin’s fist. The angle was awkward
and unsatisfying, but he needed more than he had. Suddenly, Jongin’s hand
pulled off his cock, only to move a few inches lower. He gently grasped
Kyungsoo’s balls, tugging them away from his body to stave off his orgasm.
                A whine pushed out of Kyungsoo’s throat at the feeling of being
denied his pleasure, and he couldn’t help but dig his short fingernails into
Jongin’s biceps, his head thrashing against the pillows in protest. He
stammered out a beg, “Please Jongin, I’ll do anything, please let me cum.”
                His pleads transitioned into broken moans and more incoherent
pleading, so Jongin sped up— his hips thrust up faster against Kyungsoo’s, he
dropped to his elbows and sucked dark hickies into Kyungsoo’s neck and growled
into his ear.
                “Cum for me, baby, let me see you let go.” Jongin’s voice was
velvety and deep against his earlobe, the hot breath making him shudder.
Suddenly, spurts of cum were shooting out of his cock, watery and thin across
his chest and against Jongin’s cock. Sobs and whines wracked his body, and he
thrashed around in the throes of his intense orgasm.
                When he finally calmed down enough to open his eyes, he saw
Jongin looking down at him, his eyes still clouded and dark, and his hand
wrapped around his own cock. He watched as Jongin stripped his cock, looking at
Kyungsoo’s body the whole time. It was only a few more pumps before Jongin was
leading the head of his cock to rest in the cleft of Kyungsoo’s ass.
                “Jongin, what—”
                Jongin just shushed him gently, and stroked himself harder. It
was only a few moments before Jongin was cumming, thick globs landing against
Kyungoo’s hole and crack. He stroked himself a few more times, groaning loudly
and letting the last of his cum land on Kyungsoo and the bed beneath him. He
ground himself into his fist a few more times before dropping his weight and
laying down, pushing Kyungsoo’s legs back down to a natural position.
 
 
                “Don’t clean yourself up,” Jongin said, not bothering to hide
the way he was balling up Kyungsoo’s panties and putting them in his pocket,
“Let your friends see how much you liked their punishment. Let them see my cum
run down your legs.”
                “Jongin, please…” Kyungsoo’s voice was barely above a whisper,
his face flushed, and the uniform half on his body again, “At least give me the
panties so that—”
                “No can do, baby,” Jongin cut him off, “These are mine now. If
you want though, I can give you my number, maybe I can take you out to buy
another pair.” He ended his statement with a suggestive raise of his eyebrows.
Kyungsoo flushed, handing his phone, which had been placed in the inside pocket
of the skirt all night, without making eye contact.
                “You’ll be buying me boxers, you fucker.”
                Jongin laughed at him.
                Fifteen minutes later, the two of them had walked back down to
join the party again. Kyungsoo was back in the uniform, uncomfortable without
the panties, and self-conscious about the way he probably looked totally fucked
out— smeared lipstick, mussed hair, rumpled clothes, and flushed face. Jongin
had his arm around Kyungsoo’s waist, walking together down the staircase and
into the living room, where most of the party was taking place.
                Kyungsoo made eye contact with Baekhyun and Jongdae across the
room, watched as their eyes bugged out of their heads as the took in what he
looked like before dissolving into giggles against each other.
                He knew then that it would be hard to explain away what had
transpired that night, but he knew that he didn’t regret it— plus, he had
landed Jongin’s number and they were planning on going out soon, so who really
cared?
                He smirked at his friends and made sure to follow Jongin to
snuggle on the couch. Maybe betting with his friends wasn’t always such a bad
idea.
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