Pretty In Pink
Title: Pretty in Pink
Author: dinosaur_smile ( exothermiac)
Pairing: Taohun
Rating: NC-17 (sessy times) [Het!setao w/ fem!sehun]
Word count: ~3.1k
filled for this prompt on exopromptmeme
Zitao’s a big believer in the importance of beauty rest. Sleep is a time for skin cells to regenerate, for muscles to develop under smooth, tanned skin, for him to dream of finally accomplishing his goal of becoming the first male Victoria’s Secret Angel. Nothing short of a natural disaster (and maybe not even that) could ever coax Zitao out of bed.
That’s why, one night when he wakes up in the middle of the night with sweat across his forehead and tantalizing short plaid skirts and endless pale legs behind his eyelids, he’s not too happy. He rubs his eyes and plumps up his pillow with more strength than necessary. The moment his eyes shut again, she’s back - a vision of angelic beauty, with a hint of mischief in her eyes. She’s lying back on his pillow underneath him, her hair scattered across his pillows, its rosy pink almost luminous against the white fabric. She pulls him in by the necktie to press a needy kiss to his lips before she loosens the knot and begins to unbutton his shirt. She runs her hands across his chest, fingers dipping teasingly underneath the elastic of his boxers where they rise over the edge of his pants. With ease, she unbuckles the belt and tugs them down, finally sliding her entire hand under the elastic to grip to hear him moaning her name when she moves it just right and-
“Zitao?”
“WHAT?”
“Jeez, Tao, calm down. You were supposed to meet me outside ten minutes ago, and you’re not even up? Go put your face down before I drag you to school ugly.”
Zitao sucks in an angry breath, one hand bunched in the sheets and the other running through his sweat-matted hair. “Yeah, okay. Go wait outside.”
“What? You’re kicking me out?”
“I have to change, you peeping tom. Go.”
“Prude.”
As soon as the door slams shut, he kicks the sheets to the ground, glaring angrily at his morning wood as if that would help it go away. He shrugs out of his clothes and steps into the shower, immediately grasping it in his palm and rubbing desperately, intent on finishing as quickly as possible. He does, and finishes up his shower by actually showering, then dresses in a hurry and makes his way outside, slinging his backpack over the shoulder as he goes through the door.
“You know your wet hair’s dripping onto your shirt right? I can practically see your nipples.”
“Shut up,” Zitao hisses. He looks down and sees that she’s right, but sighs and continues before her. He only makes it a few steps before turning around and seeing that she’s still far behind, her hands above her head as she struggles to put her hair into a ponytail.
“Okay, let’s go!” she says, hurrying ahead on the road. He watches her speed past, her pink ponytail swishing back and forth, long enough to dip past where her shirt was tucked into the skirt that had kept him up that night in more ways than one. “Zitao?”
“Yeah.” He continues behind her.
“Zitao, you made it! Sorry I couldn’t walk with you today, I had a meeting. Being president really sounds like fun until you realize how many responsibilities you have.”
Zitao closes his locker door and finds Junmyeon smiling brightly at him behind it. “Not a problem. I just went with Sehun.” He stops walking all of a sudden, using the back of his hand to cover his mouth as he yawns loudly.
“Late night?” Junmyeon asks, following alongside Zitao on the way to AP Calculus BC.
“Uh…yeah.” Zitao’s adamantly refusing to make eye contact.
“What were you doing?” Junmyeon asks, apparently unaware of what he was stepping into.
Dreaming of fucking your impossibly hot sister. “Studying.”
“Oh, good! You’ll be ready for the math test then!”
“Math test?” Zitao asks, wide-eyed. He takes his seat at the front of the classroom, right next to Junmyeon’s.
“Yeah. It’s not until tomorrow though. Hey, did you ever get the notes from the day you were absent? We covered a whole chapter, so you might want to study up.”
“Oh, crap. Could I get those from you?”
“Uh, sure. But, um, I kind of forgot my math notes at home.”
“Oh, that’s fine. I’ll just swing by after school with you and pick them up?”
“Student council meeting until 8, sorry.”
“Could I just go get them? They’re just on your desk, right?”
“Yeah, that should be fine. I’ll make sure my sister knows to leave the door unlocked.”
Considering the countless times he’s been in Junmyeon’s house, from their first sleepover in the second grade to last week when he had come over for a last-minute dinner, he’s still terrified of everything about it. Everything in the house is just like Junmyeon: neat, orderly, and uniform. The house is furnished in blinding white, from the flooring to the furniture, and Zitao feels a little bit uneasy in it now that there’s no Junmyeon by his side. He hurries up the stairs, eager to get out as soon as he can. He’s already on edge, so when the door opens and he hears a shriek, he can’t help but shriek right back.
“Oh, it’s you. I thought we were being robbed.”
His anxiety dials down when he sees Sehun’s familiar face, and then rockets right back up when he sees what she’s wearing. Which is, essentially, nothing. He finds her school uniform puddled on the floor by her feet, where she had obviously just changed out of them. “S-sorry!” he stammers, staring fixedly at the floor even though he can still see her from the corner of his eye. “I was just looking for Junmyeon’s room?”
“His is across the hall,” she answers simply, eyebrow raised in amusement as a blush works its way up furiously over Zitao’s face. Despite nodding in understanding, Zitao’s feet stay planted on the floor, no matter how desperately he mentally begs them to move. Finally, one makes it back and he’s on his way out the door when there are fingers clutching at the back of his shirt.
“What are you-”
“Where are you going?” Sehun asks, looking coyly up at him through her thick eyelashes. She leans in close to his ear, so close that he can feel the warmth of her breath tickling at his skin. “Oppa?”
He can almost feel her smirking against his skin, and he knows she can hear the way he gulps for air. From this distance, he can smell the light scent of her rosy perfume, and he almost laughs at how perfectly her scent matches her hair color before she reaches for his shirt buttons.
“Sehun, what are you doing?!” he shouts, trying to back away, but he just backs himself against the door.
“Oppa, you blush so cutely, I just want to see how far it goes.” The shirt falls from his shoulders, catching in the crooks of his arms and he’s not the slightest bit inclined to put it back on, because Sehun’s small hands are pressed flat against his chest as she gets on her toes to press her lips firmly to his. He can feel the lacy fabric of her bra against his skin, and when she moves her hands up to wrap around him, her breasts press against his bare chest and he thinks his knees might give out. “Oppa, why aren’t you kissing me back?”
Zitao is absolutely lost for words, and Sehun doesn’t give him much time to think. “Am I as good as you dreamed, oppa?”
“How did you know about-”
“You were moaning when I walked in this morning,” she explains as she pushes his sleeves off, letting the shirt fall to the floor. “Oppa, I want to make you moan my name like that again.”
If he hadn’t been hard five seconds after walking in the room and seeing her standing there in nothing, he certainly was now.
“Don’t you want that too, oppa?” she asks, pressing her lips to his neck just before saying oppa.
“No.”
Sehun snaps back, hand over her mouth, and eyes wide. She’s about to take a hasty step back and try to get away from this suddenly embarrassing scene, but before she can, Zitao has his arms around her, leading her back towards the bed.
“First I want to make you moan my name.”
With his explanation, her worry fades into a smirk, and she lets him guide her back onto the mattress and place his hands on her waist. “Zitao,” she whines, pawing at his belt as he mouths at her neck. Just as she manages to pull it out of its loops, he grips both of her hands tightly and pulls them up over her head, not missing the way it pushes her breasts together. “Good idea,” he says, holding out the belt before looping it through the ornate design in her headboard and then around her wrists, securing it tightly.
“No, Zitao, that’s not what I-”
He shuts her up by pressing his tongue against hers, grinning into the kiss as his hands explore her body. They settle on her breasts, massaging gently through the fabric, making her moan against his mouth. He pulls away just long enough to reach in between the lacy white cups and unclasp her bra, letting them fall to either side of her chest. He had meant to go back up and kiss her afterwards, but the sight of her dusky pink nipples hardening as they were exposed to the air was far too irresistible. He takes one into his mouth and the other between his thumb and index finger, rubbing hard enough to elicit a loud moan. He goes back and forth between both nipples, alternating his mouth and hands, and after just a few minutes, he feels her chest shuddering even harder, her entire body twitching beneath him, and she arches back with a cry of his name.
He sits back on his knees, watching in awe. “Oh Sehun,” he calls. “Did you cum just because I played with your tits?”
“No!” she says, voice hoarse and breathless. “I just-”
Again, he shuts her up by putting his tongue in her mouth. “I bet you’re so fucking drenched,” he says against her lips, rubbing his hand across the crotch of her matching white panties. She whines and bucks up into his hand, desperate for more friction, but he pulls away. His fingers slip underneath the lace and tug at it, tracing kisses down her skin as the fabric passes it. They’re practically translucent with how wet she is, and he holds them in front of her face with a triumphant smirk. “Did oppa do this to you?” he asks as she looks away, embarrassed. “Did oppa make you cum so hard you soaked through your pretty panties?”
She doesn’t answer, so he pushes a finger into her, watching her body curve upwards in response. “I asked you a question.”
Still no response. He supposes he’ll just have to fuck a response out of her. Without warning, he shoves two more fingers in alongside the one, and she lets out a scream of pain. He’s about to pull them out in fear of hurting her more, but then she lets out a hoarse moan. He pushes them in and out slowly, carefully watching her face to make sure there’s no sign of pain, and when he’s sure she’s okay, he picks up the pace. She’s whimpering, face turned to hide against the side of her stretched-out arm, and he’s determined to get more than that. Continuing the pace with his fingers, he adds his thumb into the mix, rubbing in quick circles until he can feel her walls clamping down tightly on his fingers, and with just two more circles of his thumb, she’s cumming hard again, teeth gritted as she writhes against his hand. He doesn’t give her any time to recover, continuing to pump his fingers in despite the tightness of her walls around them.
“Oppa, p-please! Please, stop, it’s too much, it’s too much,” she begs, hips digging into the mattress as she tries to move away from the overstimulation. The sensations are putting her body into overdrive, and every touch makes her feel like she’s on fire. He ignores her pleas, instead dropping his head down and darting his tongue out to lick at her clit. She squeals as he looks up at her from between her legs, his tongue continually pressing at her clit. He smirks as tears of frustration begin to trail down her cheeks, and the short chuckle he lets out sends vibrations that are so strong to her overstimulated body that it’s all it takes to send her over the edge for the third time. Instead of waiting for her to calm down, he sucks her clit into his mouth, drawing out her orgasm until she’s chanting his name. The only reason he finally pulls back is because she looks like she might pass out.
“You know,” he says, lips still shining in a way that’s got Sehun’s blood heating up again, “Junmyeon said he was going to let you know I would be over later.”
She’s looking down at the side instead of at him, and he knows he’s caught her now. “So you knew I would be here, didn’t you? You wanted me to come in and see you naked, you fucking tease. You’ve been waiting for me, haven’t you?”
It’s strange to see the usually confident and abrasive Sehun so shy and submissive. “Is that why you came so early?” he asks, watching as Sehun tries to shy away from his strong gaze. “You were sitting in here waiting for me and playing with yourself, thinking about what I would do to you when I got here.”
“Hey,” he calls, seeing how embarrassed she looks. “Why are you embarrassed?”
Her lips pull together in a tight line.
“Do you know how fucking hot that is?” he whispers into her ear. “What do you think I was doing in the shower while you waited for me today?”
She glances at him with wide eyes and then looks away.
“Tell me what you used,” he says. “Just your fingers? That doesn’t sound like much fun. I bet you’ve got some toys around here somewhere, huh, Sehuna? Tell me what you used.”
She doesn’t say a word, but he doesn’t miss the way her eyes flicker toward the bedside table. He rifles through the drawers for a while, before finding something of interest in the very back of the bottom drawer, tucked behind a few books and stuffed animals.
“Is this what you use to play with yourself at night, Sehuna?” he asks, taking out the light pink vibrator and flicking the switch to turn it on. “Do you do it just like this?”
With that, he presses it firmly against her clit and watches her fall apart against it. She’s still so turned on that it takes barely a minute to have her writhing again, her mouth open wide around a silent scream. “Do you like that, Sehuna?”
And just when he thinks he’s got all the power in this situation and he’s finally broken through her tough image, she shakes him up again: “Not as much as I’d like your cock, oppa.”
He looks at her, her hair tangled, her skin sweaty, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen, and her eyes hooded, and he’s absolutely sold. “Condoms?” he asks. She nods at the bedside table again, and he finds an unopened box of condoms stashed amongst a few novels.
“This isn’t your first time, is it?” he asks as he wriggles out of his pants and boxers. She’s staring at his cock, and he’d be lying if he said her surprised expression didn’t boost his confidence. “Sehun?”
She looks back up to his face. “Just once, with Jongin.”
He nods and then rolls the condom onto his length.
“Wait,” she says as he positions himself at her entrance. “Oppa, please, can I touch you?”
Her skin is red and raw underneath the leather of his belt when he finally unties her, and she doesn’t waste a second, immediately wrapping her arms around him and pulling him close. He repositions himself and begins to push in slowly, until her legs wrap around him and pull him in, so that his entire length goes in at once. “Sehun, not too fast, you’re gonna hurt yourself,” he warns, moving out a little bit, but she ignores him and begins to gyrate up against him. He can’t resist the warmth or the tightness, and begins to move faster.
“Oppa, please, harder,” she begs, and he gives her just what she wants. Every thrust is so strong that her body shifts up on the pillow, and she’s chanting his name over and over again in her breathless voice. He leans in to kiss her, not slowing down for a second, at least not until she cums hard again with him still inside her, walls pulsating around his member as she screams his name. He moves to pull out and finish himself off with his hand, but she keeps her legs wrapped tight around him. “Oppa, I want to make you cum.”
He swallows loudly before nodding and pushing back into her, his tongue lapping roughly against her nipple before he comes back up to kiss her. He’s so close to cumming but he’s so desperate to do it with her, so he grabs the vibrator and puts it in her hand, switching it on and guiding her hand down to her own clit. She moans loudly and he feels her begin to tighten around him, so he reaches for the switch and quickly turns it to the highest setting. Within two seconds she’s cumming around him again, clenching down so tightly that she takes him with her. He groans loudly he cums, barely remembering that he needs to keep his arms straight so he doesn’t crush her petite body. He waits a moment for his breath to regulate before pulling out and rolling to lie beside her. The hum of the vibrator is still loud in their ears, so she reaches for the switch to turn it off.
“Oppa?” he hears her call.
“Mmm?”
“Better than your dream?”
He smiles and turns to press a kiss to her hair. “If you say you’ll be my girlfriend.”
She flips onto her side and curls into him. “I’ll be your girlfriend,” she says quietly.
“Then it’s better than any dream.”
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Author: dinosaur_smile ( exothermiac)
Pairing: Taohun
Rating: NC-17 (sessy times) [Het!setao w/ fem!sehun]
Word count: ~3.1k
filled for this prompt on exopromptmeme
Zitao’s a big believer in the importance of beauty rest. Sleep is a time for skin cells to regenerate, for muscles to develop under smooth, tanned skin, for him to dream of finally accomplishing his goal of becoming the first male Victoria’s Secret Angel. Nothing short of a natural disaster (and maybe not even that) could ever coax Zitao out of bed.
That’s why, one night when he wakes up in the middle of the night with sweat across his forehead and tantalizing short plaid skirts and endless pale legs behind his eyelids, he’s not too happy. He rubs his eyes and plumps up his pillow with more strength than necessary. The moment his eyes shut again, she’s back - a vision of angelic beauty, with a hint of mischief in her eyes. She’s lying back on his pillow underneath him, her hair scattered across his pillows, its rosy pink almost luminous against the white fabric. She pulls him in by the necktie to press a needy kiss to his lips before she loosens the knot and begins to unbutton his shirt. She runs her hands across his chest, fingers dipping teasingly underneath the elastic of his boxers where they rise over the edge of his pants. With ease, she unbuckles the belt and tugs them down, finally sliding her entire hand under the elastic to grip to hear him moaning her name when she moves it just right and-
“Zitao?”
“WHAT?”
“Jeez, Tao, calm down. You were supposed to meet me outside ten minutes ago, and you’re not even up? Go put your face down before I drag you to school ugly.”
Zitao sucks in an angry breath, one hand bunched in the sheets and the other running through his sweat-matted hair. “Yeah, okay. Go wait outside.”
“What? You’re kicking me out?”
“I have to change, you peeping tom. Go.”
“Prude.”
As soon as the door slams shut, he kicks the sheets to the ground, glaring angrily at his morning wood as if that would help it go away. He shrugs out of his clothes and steps into the shower, immediately grasping it in his palm and rubbing desperately, intent on finishing as quickly as possible. He does, and finishes up his shower by actually showering, then dresses in a hurry and makes his way outside, slinging his backpack over the shoulder as he goes through the door.
“You know your wet hair’s dripping onto your shirt right? I can practically see your nipples.”
“Shut up,” Zitao hisses. He looks down and sees that she’s right, but sighs and continues before her. He only makes it a few steps before turning around and seeing that she’s still far behind, her hands above her head as she struggles to put her hair into a ponytail.
“Okay, let’s go!” she says, hurrying ahead on the road. He watches her speed past, her pink ponytail swishing back and forth, long enough to dip past where her shirt was tucked into the skirt that had kept him up that night in more ways than one. “Zitao?”
“Yeah.” He continues behind her.
“Zitao, you made it! Sorry I couldn’t walk with you today, I had a meeting. Being president really sounds like fun until you realize how many responsibilities you have.”
Zitao closes his locker door and finds Junmyeon smiling brightly at him behind it. “Not a problem. I just went with Sehun.” He stops walking all of a sudden, using the back of his hand to cover his mouth as he yawns loudly.
“Late night?” Junmyeon asks, following alongside Zitao on the way to AP Calculus BC.
“Uh…yeah.” Zitao’s adamantly refusing to make eye contact.
“What were you doing?” Junmyeon asks, apparently unaware of what he was stepping into.
Dreaming of fucking your impossibly hot sister. “Studying.”
“Oh, good! You’ll be ready for the math test then!”
“Math test?” Zitao asks, wide-eyed. He takes his seat at the front of the classroom, right next to Junmyeon’s.
“Yeah. It’s not until tomorrow though. Hey, did you ever get the notes from the day you were absent? We covered a whole chapter, so you might want to study up.”
“Oh, crap. Could I get those from you?”
“Uh, sure. But, um, I kind of forgot my math notes at home.”
“Oh, that’s fine. I’ll just swing by after school with you and pick them up?”
“Student council meeting until 8, sorry.”
“Could I just go get them? They’re just on your desk, right?”
“Yeah, that should be fine. I’ll make sure my sister knows to leave the door unlocked.”
Considering the countless times he’s been in Junmyeon’s house, from their first sleepover in the second grade to last week when he had come over for a last-minute dinner, he’s still terrified of everything about it. Everything in the house is just like Junmyeon: neat, orderly, and uniform. The house is furnished in blinding white, from the flooring to the furniture, and Zitao feels a little bit uneasy in it now that there’s no Junmyeon by his side. He hurries up the stairs, eager to get out as soon as he can. He’s already on edge, so when the door opens and he hears a shriek, he can’t help but shriek right back.
“Oh, it’s you. I thought we were being robbed.”
His anxiety dials down when he sees Sehun’s familiar face, and then rockets right back up when he sees what she’s wearing. Which is, essentially, nothing. He finds her school uniform puddled on the floor by her feet, where she had obviously just changed out of them. “S-sorry!” he stammers, staring fixedly at the floor even though he can still see her from the corner of his eye. “I was just looking for Junmyeon’s room?”
“His is across the hall,” she answers simply, eyebrow raised in amusement as a blush works its way up furiously over Zitao’s face. Despite nodding in understanding, Zitao’s feet stay planted on the floor, no matter how desperately he mentally begs them to move. Finally, one makes it back and he’s on his way out the door when there are fingers clutching at the back of his shirt.
“What are you-”
“Where are you going?” Sehun asks, looking coyly up at him through her thick eyelashes. She leans in close to his ear, so close that he can feel the warmth of her breath tickling at his skin. “Oppa?”
He can almost feel her smirking against his skin, and he knows she can hear the way he gulps for air. From this distance, he can smell the light scent of her rosy perfume, and he almost laughs at how perfectly her scent matches her hair color before she reaches for his shirt buttons.
“Sehun, what are you doing?!” he shouts, trying to back away, but he just backs himself against the door.
“Oppa, you blush so cutely, I just want to see how far it goes.” The shirt falls from his shoulders, catching in the crooks of his arms and he’s not the slightest bit inclined to put it back on, because Sehun’s small hands are pressed flat against his chest as she gets on her toes to press her lips firmly to his. He can feel the lacy fabric of her bra against his skin, and when she moves her hands up to wrap around him, her breasts press against his bare chest and he thinks his knees might give out. “Oppa, why aren’t you kissing me back?”
Zitao is absolutely lost for words, and Sehun doesn’t give him much time to think. “Am I as good as you dreamed, oppa?”
“How did you know about-”
“You were moaning when I walked in this morning,” she explains as she pushes his sleeves off, letting the shirt fall to the floor. “Oppa, I want to make you moan my name like that again.”
If he hadn’t been hard five seconds after walking in the room and seeing her standing there in nothing, he certainly was now.
“Don’t you want that too, oppa?” she asks, pressing her lips to his neck just before saying oppa.
“No.”
Sehun snaps back, hand over her mouth, and eyes wide. She’s about to take a hasty step back and try to get away from this suddenly embarrassing scene, but before she can, Zitao has his arms around her, leading her back towards the bed.
“First I want to make you moan my name.”
With his explanation, her worry fades into a smirk, and she lets him guide her back onto the mattress and place his hands on her waist. “Zitao,” she whines, pawing at his belt as he mouths at her neck. Just as she manages to pull it out of its loops, he grips both of her hands tightly and pulls them up over her head, not missing the way it pushes her breasts together. “Good idea,” he says, holding out the belt before looping it through the ornate design in her headboard and then around her wrists, securing it tightly.
“No, Zitao, that’s not what I-”
He shuts her up by pressing his tongue against hers, grinning into the kiss as his hands explore her body. They settle on her breasts, massaging gently through the fabric, making her moan against his mouth. He pulls away just long enough to reach in between the lacy white cups and unclasp her bra, letting them fall to either side of her chest. He had meant to go back up and kiss her afterwards, but the sight of her dusky pink nipples hardening as they were exposed to the air was far too irresistible. He takes one into his mouth and the other between his thumb and index finger, rubbing hard enough to elicit a loud moan. He goes back and forth between both nipples, alternating his mouth and hands, and after just a few minutes, he feels her chest shuddering even harder, her entire body twitching beneath him, and she arches back with a cry of his name.
He sits back on his knees, watching in awe. “Oh Sehun,” he calls. “Did you cum just because I played with your tits?”
“No!” she says, voice hoarse and breathless. “I just-”
Again, he shuts her up by putting his tongue in her mouth. “I bet you’re so fucking drenched,” he says against her lips, rubbing his hand across the crotch of her matching white panties. She whines and bucks up into his hand, desperate for more friction, but he pulls away. His fingers slip underneath the lace and tug at it, tracing kisses down her skin as the fabric passes it. They’re practically translucent with how wet she is, and he holds them in front of her face with a triumphant smirk. “Did oppa do this to you?” he asks as she looks away, embarrassed. “Did oppa make you cum so hard you soaked through your pretty panties?”
She doesn’t answer, so he pushes a finger into her, watching her body curve upwards in response. “I asked you a question.”
Still no response. He supposes he’ll just have to fuck a response out of her. Without warning, he shoves two more fingers in alongside the one, and she lets out a scream of pain. He’s about to pull them out in fear of hurting her more, but then she lets out a hoarse moan. He pushes them in and out slowly, carefully watching her face to make sure there’s no sign of pain, and when he’s sure she’s okay, he picks up the pace. She’s whimpering, face turned to hide against the side of her stretched-out arm, and he’s determined to get more than that. Continuing the pace with his fingers, he adds his thumb into the mix, rubbing in quick circles until he can feel her walls clamping down tightly on his fingers, and with just two more circles of his thumb, she’s cumming hard again, teeth gritted as she writhes against his hand. He doesn’t give her any time to recover, continuing to pump his fingers in despite the tightness of her walls around them.
“Oppa, p-please! Please, stop, it’s too much, it’s too much,” she begs, hips digging into the mattress as she tries to move away from the overstimulation. The sensations are putting her body into overdrive, and every touch makes her feel like she’s on fire. He ignores her pleas, instead dropping his head down and darting his tongue out to lick at her clit. She squeals as he looks up at her from between her legs, his tongue continually pressing at her clit. He smirks as tears of frustration begin to trail down her cheeks, and the short chuckle he lets out sends vibrations that are so strong to her overstimulated body that it’s all it takes to send her over the edge for the third time. Instead of waiting for her to calm down, he sucks her clit into his mouth, drawing out her orgasm until she’s chanting his name. The only reason he finally pulls back is because she looks like she might pass out.
“You know,” he says, lips still shining in a way that’s got Sehun’s blood heating up again, “Junmyeon said he was going to let you know I would be over later.”
She’s looking down at the side instead of at him, and he knows he’s caught her now. “So you knew I would be here, didn’t you? You wanted me to come in and see you naked, you fucking tease. You’ve been waiting for me, haven’t you?”
It’s strange to see the usually confident and abrasive Sehun so shy and submissive. “Is that why you came so early?” he asks, watching as Sehun tries to shy away from his strong gaze. “You were sitting in here waiting for me and playing with yourself, thinking about what I would do to you when I got here.”
“Hey,” he calls, seeing how embarrassed she looks. “Why are you embarrassed?”
Her lips pull together in a tight line.
“Do you know how fucking hot that is?” he whispers into her ear. “What do you think I was doing in the shower while you waited for me today?”
She glances at him with wide eyes and then looks away.
“Tell me what you used,” he says. “Just your fingers? That doesn’t sound like much fun. I bet you’ve got some toys around here somewhere, huh, Sehuna? Tell me what you used.”
She doesn’t say a word, but he doesn’t miss the way her eyes flicker toward the bedside table. He rifles through the drawers for a while, before finding something of interest in the very back of the bottom drawer, tucked behind a few books and stuffed animals.
“Is this what you use to play with yourself at night, Sehuna?” he asks, taking out the light pink vibrator and flicking the switch to turn it on. “Do you do it just like this?”
With that, he presses it firmly against her clit and watches her fall apart against it. She’s still so turned on that it takes barely a minute to have her writhing again, her mouth open wide around a silent scream. “Do you like that, Sehuna?”
And just when he thinks he’s got all the power in this situation and he’s finally broken through her tough image, she shakes him up again: “Not as much as I’d like your cock, oppa.”
He looks at her, her hair tangled, her skin sweaty, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen, and her eyes hooded, and he’s absolutely sold. “Condoms?” he asks. She nods at the bedside table again, and he finds an unopened box of condoms stashed amongst a few novels.
“This isn’t your first time, is it?” he asks as he wriggles out of his pants and boxers. She’s staring at his cock, and he’d be lying if he said her surprised expression didn’t boost his confidence. “Sehun?”
She looks back up to his face. “Just once, with Jongin.”
He nods and then rolls the condom onto his length.
“Wait,” she says as he positions himself at her entrance. “Oppa, please, can I touch you?”
Her skin is red and raw underneath the leather of his belt when he finally unties her, and she doesn’t waste a second, immediately wrapping her arms around him and pulling him close. He repositions himself and begins to push in slowly, until her legs wrap around him and pull him in, so that his entire length goes in at once. “Sehun, not too fast, you’re gonna hurt yourself,” he warns, moving out a little bit, but she ignores him and begins to gyrate up against him. He can’t resist the warmth or the tightness, and begins to move faster.
“Oppa, please, harder,” she begs, and he gives her just what she wants. Every thrust is so strong that her body shifts up on the pillow, and she’s chanting his name over and over again in her breathless voice. He leans in to kiss her, not slowing down for a second, at least not until she cums hard again with him still inside her, walls pulsating around his member as she screams his name. He moves to pull out and finish himself off with his hand, but she keeps her legs wrapped tight around him. “Oppa, I want to make you cum.”
He swallows loudly before nodding and pushing back into her, his tongue lapping roughly against her nipple before he comes back up to kiss her. He’s so close to cumming but he’s so desperate to do it with her, so he grabs the vibrator and puts it in her hand, switching it on and guiding her hand down to her own clit. She moans loudly and he feels her begin to tighten around him, so he reaches for the switch and quickly turns it to the highest setting. Within two seconds she’s cumming around him again, clenching down so tightly that she takes him with her. He groans loudly he cums, barely remembering that he needs to keep his arms straight so he doesn’t crush her petite body. He waits a moment for his breath to regulate before pulling out and rolling to lie beside her. The hum of the vibrator is still loud in their ears, so she reaches for the switch to turn it off.
“Oppa?” he hears her call.
“Mmm?”
“Better than your dream?”
He smiles and turns to press a kiss to her hair. “If you say you’ll be my girlfriend.”
She flips onto her side and curls into him. “I’ll be your girlfriend,” she says quietly.
“Then it’s better than any dream.”
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