Unwind
Unwind
Rating: R
Genre: smut
Word Count: 838
Summary: Jungeun helps Sehun unwind after a long day.
A/N: This is fem!Jongin/Sehun, and I confuse myself using boy names for girls, so I tried to find the closest female name I could for him. I hope it doesn't confuse anyone. @.@ Part of an au I'm trying to get set up, affectionately named 'shitty apartments au.'
When Sehun stumbles in the door at a quarter to one, he feels dead on his feet. His head is pounding, and his muscles sore, the only thought in his mind being sleep. That is, until he catches sight of Jungeun on the couch when he's toeing his socks and shoes off. And then his thoughts go from sleep to something a little more...exciting-something that will promise him a good night's sleep.
She's curled up on the couch in one of his sweatshirts, the material falling to just below her perfect ass, and he's not sure if she's wearing underwear or not. The idea that she might not be sets his blood boiling in his veins, and he's already pulling his shirt over his head before they meet in the middle of the room.
She reaches up then, threading dark fingers through his hair, sleeves slipping down tanned arms. He has to suppress a groan as her fingers start massaging his scalp, full lips pressing damp kisses to his jaw. "Long day?" she asks between them, titling his head for better access to his neck. He can feel the stress seeping out of his shoulders already, and he heaves an appreciative sigh, melting into her.
"Yeah," he manages, swallowing loudly, fingertips dragging up supple thighs to pull her closer. She lets out a small noise that goes straight to his dick, and he groans, hands raising to pull at the over-sized sweatshirt. "I didn't even get a nap during any of my breaks."
"My poor baby," she says, voice teasing, barely masking the concern hiding beneath it. "Let me make it better."
He just nods, following almost mindlessly as she grabs his hands, pulling him to the mattress in the corner. She urges him to sink down onto it with a gentle push, and he allows it, complying easily. He relaxes back against the single pillow, palming himself through his work slacks, licking his lips and eyes lidded as he watches her.
He's greeted with the sight of her pulling the sweatshirt over her head without preamble, and he chokes on air, hand pressing against himself harder.
Inky tresses spill messily over bare shoulders, and it takes Sehun a moment to realize that she's completely bare but for his favorite pair of lacy black panties-the ones with the little red bows on the sides. He licks his lips again, letting out a pathetic sounding whimper as he thrust up against his hand.
She smiles, sinking to the mattress atop him, hands moving straight to his belt, head dipping down to slot their mouths together. The little kisses aren't enough for Sehun, and he tangles his hands in her hair, mussing it further as he lifts his hips to help her slide his pants down his thighs, sweeping his tongue over her lips. She gasps, plush lips parting, and she tastes like dinner and Jungeun, the perfection of it only adding to the arousal pooling in his abdomen.
"Need you," he whines, kicking his pants off fully.
"I'm here, baby," she says breathily, licking into his mouth as she moves between his thighs. He moans, pressing up into her, rutting against her thigh, sucking on her tongue to hopefully muffle the noises he's making-the walls far too thin for his liking.
She wastes no time in skating her hands down his sides, soft breasts dragging along his sensitive skin as she pulls away from the kiss with a parting nip to his lip, moving lower. If he was more awake, if he didn't need to be up in four hours, they'd drag this out, but time is ticking, and Jungeun knows this.
He has to bite down on his hand to stop a too-loud moan when she licks around the base of his throbbing erection, flat of her tongue hot and wet and perfect against the rigid flesh. She takes him down in the next second, and between her hollowed cheeks and her throat swallowing around him, hand fondling his sac just so, hair ghosting over his trembling thighs, it doesn't take him long to come at all.
His breath catches in his throat as his orgasm washes over him, shudders and tingles running through his spent body. He distantly hears her chuckle as she pulls off of him, hands guiding his own from her hair.
"Better?" she whispers, voice rough and quiet, kissing his palm gently.
He chokes out a small affirmative noise, limbs feeling like jell-o and eyelids heavy. The tension is gone, aches unnoticeable in the post-climax afterglow. It's nice, and he means to tell her that he's grateful, but all that comes out is a garbled attempt at words.
She laughs, pulling the blankets over them as she settles into his side. "Sweet dreams," she murmurs, pressing several warm, open-mouthed kisses to his jaw, just behind his ear. "I love you."
He's out before he can reply, her soft voice following him into unconsciousness.
He sleeps better than he has in days.
Rating: R
Genre: smut
Word Count: 838
Summary: Jungeun helps Sehun unwind after a long day.
A/N: This is fem!Jongin/Sehun, and I confuse myself using boy names for girls, so I tried to find the closest female name I could for him. I hope it doesn't confuse anyone. @.@ Part of an au I'm trying to get set up, affectionately named 'shitty apartments au.'
When Sehun stumbles in the door at a quarter to one, he feels dead on his feet. His head is pounding, and his muscles sore, the only thought in his mind being sleep. That is, until he catches sight of Jungeun on the couch when he's toeing his socks and shoes off. And then his thoughts go from sleep to something a little more...exciting-something that will promise him a good night's sleep.
She's curled up on the couch in one of his sweatshirts, the material falling to just below her perfect ass, and he's not sure if she's wearing underwear or not. The idea that she might not be sets his blood boiling in his veins, and he's already pulling his shirt over his head before they meet in the middle of the room.
She reaches up then, threading dark fingers through his hair, sleeves slipping down tanned arms. He has to suppress a groan as her fingers start massaging his scalp, full lips pressing damp kisses to his jaw. "Long day?" she asks between them, titling his head for better access to his neck. He can feel the stress seeping out of his shoulders already, and he heaves an appreciative sigh, melting into her.
"Yeah," he manages, swallowing loudly, fingertips dragging up supple thighs to pull her closer. She lets out a small noise that goes straight to his dick, and he groans, hands raising to pull at the over-sized sweatshirt. "I didn't even get a nap during any of my breaks."
"My poor baby," she says, voice teasing, barely masking the concern hiding beneath it. "Let me make it better."
He just nods, following almost mindlessly as she grabs his hands, pulling him to the mattress in the corner. She urges him to sink down onto it with a gentle push, and he allows it, complying easily. He relaxes back against the single pillow, palming himself through his work slacks, licking his lips and eyes lidded as he watches her.
He's greeted with the sight of her pulling the sweatshirt over her head without preamble, and he chokes on air, hand pressing against himself harder.
Inky tresses spill messily over bare shoulders, and it takes Sehun a moment to realize that she's completely bare but for his favorite pair of lacy black panties-the ones with the little red bows on the sides. He licks his lips again, letting out a pathetic sounding whimper as he thrust up against his hand.
She smiles, sinking to the mattress atop him, hands moving straight to his belt, head dipping down to slot their mouths together. The little kisses aren't enough for Sehun, and he tangles his hands in her hair, mussing it further as he lifts his hips to help her slide his pants down his thighs, sweeping his tongue over her lips. She gasps, plush lips parting, and she tastes like dinner and Jungeun, the perfection of it only adding to the arousal pooling in his abdomen.
"Need you," he whines, kicking his pants off fully.
"I'm here, baby," she says breathily, licking into his mouth as she moves between his thighs. He moans, pressing up into her, rutting against her thigh, sucking on her tongue to hopefully muffle the noises he's making-the walls far too thin for his liking.
She wastes no time in skating her hands down his sides, soft breasts dragging along his sensitive skin as she pulls away from the kiss with a parting nip to his lip, moving lower. If he was more awake, if he didn't need to be up in four hours, they'd drag this out, but time is ticking, and Jungeun knows this.
He has to bite down on his hand to stop a too-loud moan when she licks around the base of his throbbing erection, flat of her tongue hot and wet and perfect against the rigid flesh. She takes him down in the next second, and between her hollowed cheeks and her throat swallowing around him, hand fondling his sac just so, hair ghosting over his trembling thighs, it doesn't take him long to come at all.
His breath catches in his throat as his orgasm washes over him, shudders and tingles running through his spent body. He distantly hears her chuckle as she pulls off of him, hands guiding his own from her hair.
"Better?" she whispers, voice rough and quiet, kissing his palm gently.
He chokes out a small affirmative noise, limbs feeling like jell-o and eyelids heavy. The tension is gone, aches unnoticeable in the post-climax afterglow. It's nice, and he means to tell her that he's grateful, but all that comes out is a garbled attempt at words.
She laughs, pulling the blankets over them as she settles into his side. "Sweet dreams," she murmurs, pressing several warm, open-mouthed kisses to his jaw, just behind his ear. "I love you."
He's out before he can reply, her soft voice following him into unconsciousness.
He sleeps better than he has in days.