Grade 8
Title: Grade 8
Pairing: Sekai
Rating: NC17
Word Count: ~1300
Summary: Jongin waits in the empty classroom on the fourth floor every Tuesday during lunch.
Jongin waits in the empty classroom on the fourth floor every Tuesday during lunch. Sehun walks up the left wing staircase, avoiding the students rushing down the stairs to head to the cafeteria, eager to eat the crappy school lunch they’re provided. One or two of them smell like the annoying squeaky dry erase markers that the teachers use to write on the board.
Sehun holds a half eaten peach when he reaches the second floor. Juice rolls down from the corner of his lips when his teeth sink into the fruit. His tongue darts out to lick at the bead of sticky juice but fails to catch it before it lands on the collar of his uniform. Sehun curses to himself and attempts to rub out the mark, only making it worse with his efforts.
The third floor is when the peach core hits the trashcan, being cushioned by failed tests and graded homework that’s been forgotten. Sehun licks at each of his fingers, the peach juice still lingering on the tips and under his nails. Sucking sounds can be heard throughout the empty hallway, each finger pulling away and creating a pop.
He bumps into a teacher on the right wing’s second staircase. He bows to her and apologizes, answering that he’s not hungry when she asks why he’s not headed down to the cafeteria. There’s a strong smell of peach and a subtle smell of iced tea on his lips. The teacher bows and continues going down the stairs to wherever she planned to go.
A piece of peach skin comes out from underneath his nail when he reaches the top step. Sehun scrunches his nose and spits the skin to the floor, not caring how it looks against the clean gray floor. He wipes his hand on the thigh of his uniform pants. Luckily the pants are dark and the wet mark can’t be seen, even in the bright lights of the hallway.
Sehun can almost feel Jongin when he walks towards the classroom. He senses the way he’s sitting and he knows he’s got a smirk on his face, waiting to be seen by Sehun. He can smell the cologne that Jongin wears every Tuesday. It’s not too strong but Sehun doesn’t have to be nuzzled against him to smell it either. It’s not the cheap kind. It’s the kind that even smells expensive. Smells manly.
The door to the classroom at the end of the hall is partially opened. It leaves enough space so Sehun can peek inside when he stops in front of it. Jongin sits on top of his favorite desk. The tie around his neck is loosened and hangs down below his collar. The top button of his shirt is unbuttoned, revealing the tanned skin underneath. Oh, how Sehun loved the way his skin looked against the pure white shirt.
Sneakers squeak against the white tiled floor as Sehun walks into the classroom. He can faintly smell Jongin’s cologne from the door. He want’s to get closer so he can smell it better. Jongin’s feet touch the ground when Sehun walks to him. The tips of his sneakers brushing against the floor as he slides forward on the desk.
Hands grab at his shirt and pull him down. Lips press against each other, thin against plump. Sehun can taste the banana milk that’s stained onto Jongin’s lips. His tongue darts out to lick at them, his own body suddenly craving more of it, even if he likes strawberry more than banana.
Sehun’s head tilts and he feels Jongin’s hands working against his shirt. One button, two buttons, three buttons. He keeps going until most of his chest is exposed, the only buttons remaining are the three that cover his stomach. Sehun can feel the stickiness of the peach still lingering on his fingers as he pushes his hand in Jongin’s hair.
“Clavin Klein, free.” Sehun’s lips release the words in a whisper against Jongin’s ear, his tongue darting out to lick at the spot underneath it. Jongin’s own hands pull Sehun’s shirt from under his pants, fingers popping open the last of the buttons.
Jongin’s lips are pressed against Sehun’s chest, the smirk kissing down until he reaches his nipple. “How’d you know?” The lips part to let a warm tongue out. Sehun’s hands curl around the white shirt still clung to his thin frame.
“I got it for you last weekend, stupid.”
They both laugh as their lips meet in hot open kisses. Sehun’s legs spread and he feels the curve of his back against the next row of desks behind him. Jongin’s body slides between his open legs, fitting perfectly in the space between them. Knees brush against his hips, feeling the way the bones press against the skin as he pulls Jongin closer to him.
More kisses are place on swollen and wet lips. Hands tug at already loose uniform shirts as fingers brush against heated skin. Sehun arches his back enough for Jongin to wrap his arms around his thin waist. Hips meet each other and Sehun lets out a quiet whimper, quickly being hushed by Jongin’s lips. Jongin laughs against Sehun’s mouth. Sehun blushes and pushes on his shoulder.
Jongin grabs the package of lube from Sehun’s back pocket. It’s already warm and Jongin grins as he rips it open. Sehun’s pushed down his pants and his ass wiggles in the air, his lips curled up into a smirk as he looks back at Jongin. Sehun’s ass gets a quick slap as Jongin pushes down his own pants. It only takes him a few seconds to spread the lube over his cock. He lets out a moan at the warm feeling.
Lunch is almost over when Jongin spreads Sehun’s cheeks, the tip of his cock brushing against his entrance. Sehun turns back to complain about not teasing but Jongin already got the message and is pushing in slowly.
Sehun’s fingers curl around the edge of the desk. His legs spread as far as the pants hanging under his knees will let him. Jongin has his hand pushed and curled around Sehun’s hair, tugging on it with each thrust. His lips are pressed against the tie in his mouth, trying to stifle his moans. Sehun closes his eyes, letting his bangs fall forward as he bites down on the tie, quiet pants being released against it.
Jongin speeds up and the tie drops out of Sehun’s mouth. The feeling of his cock grinding against the cold table is almost too much for Sehun. He moans loudly, suddenly not caring if a teacher or student walks by and sees them. All he cares about is Jongin’s cock hitting that spot.
Sehun comes faster than normal, partly because Jongin’s had a stressful day and was taking it out on Sehun, and the other part being the cold desk under him that was making his cock twitch. Jongin presses gentle kisses down the exposed part of Sehun’s shoulder. Sehun laughs and hits Jongin’s arm lazily with his own.
A red convertible BMW waits outside the school. It sits in it’s normal spot; far right and just a little bit back. Sehun grips his backpack strap and smiles as he jogs over to the car. Jongin’s got his IPod playing loudly. Other kids stare and some even point. Sehun just smirks as he pushes himself over the door and plops down into the passenger seat.
“Good day?” Jongin drives them out of the parking lot and Sehun nods.
“Could be better.”
They ride together, mouths open wide and voices almost drowning out the music coming from the speakers. Jongin’s hand trails up Sehun’s thigh and they exchange looks when the car comes to a stop at Jongin’s house.
Sehun leans over and cups the back of Jongin’s neck, his lips meeting his in a hard kiss. Fingers curl into brown hair and pull him forward. Jongin laughs breathily into Sehun’s mouth. Jongin invites Sehun over every Tuesday after school because his parents work until midnight.
-I wrote this like a month ago and then forgot about it
-wElp
-have some sekai
Pairing: Sekai
Rating: NC17
Word Count: ~1300
Summary: Jongin waits in the empty classroom on the fourth floor every Tuesday during lunch.
Jongin waits in the empty classroom on the fourth floor every Tuesday during lunch. Sehun walks up the left wing staircase, avoiding the students rushing down the stairs to head to the cafeteria, eager to eat the crappy school lunch they’re provided. One or two of them smell like the annoying squeaky dry erase markers that the teachers use to write on the board.
Sehun holds a half eaten peach when he reaches the second floor. Juice rolls down from the corner of his lips when his teeth sink into the fruit. His tongue darts out to lick at the bead of sticky juice but fails to catch it before it lands on the collar of his uniform. Sehun curses to himself and attempts to rub out the mark, only making it worse with his efforts.
The third floor is when the peach core hits the trashcan, being cushioned by failed tests and graded homework that’s been forgotten. Sehun licks at each of his fingers, the peach juice still lingering on the tips and under his nails. Sucking sounds can be heard throughout the empty hallway, each finger pulling away and creating a pop.
He bumps into a teacher on the right wing’s second staircase. He bows to her and apologizes, answering that he’s not hungry when she asks why he’s not headed down to the cafeteria. There’s a strong smell of peach and a subtle smell of iced tea on his lips. The teacher bows and continues going down the stairs to wherever she planned to go.
A piece of peach skin comes out from underneath his nail when he reaches the top step. Sehun scrunches his nose and spits the skin to the floor, not caring how it looks against the clean gray floor. He wipes his hand on the thigh of his uniform pants. Luckily the pants are dark and the wet mark can’t be seen, even in the bright lights of the hallway.
Sehun can almost feel Jongin when he walks towards the classroom. He senses the way he’s sitting and he knows he’s got a smirk on his face, waiting to be seen by Sehun. He can smell the cologne that Jongin wears every Tuesday. It’s not too strong but Sehun doesn’t have to be nuzzled against him to smell it either. It’s not the cheap kind. It’s the kind that even smells expensive. Smells manly.
The door to the classroom at the end of the hall is partially opened. It leaves enough space so Sehun can peek inside when he stops in front of it. Jongin sits on top of his favorite desk. The tie around his neck is loosened and hangs down below his collar. The top button of his shirt is unbuttoned, revealing the tanned skin underneath. Oh, how Sehun loved the way his skin looked against the pure white shirt.
Sneakers squeak against the white tiled floor as Sehun walks into the classroom. He can faintly smell Jongin’s cologne from the door. He want’s to get closer so he can smell it better. Jongin’s feet touch the ground when Sehun walks to him. The tips of his sneakers brushing against the floor as he slides forward on the desk.
Hands grab at his shirt and pull him down. Lips press against each other, thin against plump. Sehun can taste the banana milk that’s stained onto Jongin’s lips. His tongue darts out to lick at them, his own body suddenly craving more of it, even if he likes strawberry more than banana.
Sehun’s head tilts and he feels Jongin’s hands working against his shirt. One button, two buttons, three buttons. He keeps going until most of his chest is exposed, the only buttons remaining are the three that cover his stomach. Sehun can feel the stickiness of the peach still lingering on his fingers as he pushes his hand in Jongin’s hair.
“Clavin Klein, free.” Sehun’s lips release the words in a whisper against Jongin’s ear, his tongue darting out to lick at the spot underneath it. Jongin’s own hands pull Sehun’s shirt from under his pants, fingers popping open the last of the buttons.
Jongin’s lips are pressed against Sehun’s chest, the smirk kissing down until he reaches his nipple. “How’d you know?” The lips part to let a warm tongue out. Sehun’s hands curl around the white shirt still clung to his thin frame.
“I got it for you last weekend, stupid.”
They both laugh as their lips meet in hot open kisses. Sehun’s legs spread and he feels the curve of his back against the next row of desks behind him. Jongin’s body slides between his open legs, fitting perfectly in the space between them. Knees brush against his hips, feeling the way the bones press against the skin as he pulls Jongin closer to him.
More kisses are place on swollen and wet lips. Hands tug at already loose uniform shirts as fingers brush against heated skin. Sehun arches his back enough for Jongin to wrap his arms around his thin waist. Hips meet each other and Sehun lets out a quiet whimper, quickly being hushed by Jongin’s lips. Jongin laughs against Sehun’s mouth. Sehun blushes and pushes on his shoulder.
Jongin grabs the package of lube from Sehun’s back pocket. It’s already warm and Jongin grins as he rips it open. Sehun’s pushed down his pants and his ass wiggles in the air, his lips curled up into a smirk as he looks back at Jongin. Sehun’s ass gets a quick slap as Jongin pushes down his own pants. It only takes him a few seconds to spread the lube over his cock. He lets out a moan at the warm feeling.
Lunch is almost over when Jongin spreads Sehun’s cheeks, the tip of his cock brushing against his entrance. Sehun turns back to complain about not teasing but Jongin already got the message and is pushing in slowly.
Sehun’s fingers curl around the edge of the desk. His legs spread as far as the pants hanging under his knees will let him. Jongin has his hand pushed and curled around Sehun’s hair, tugging on it with each thrust. His lips are pressed against the tie in his mouth, trying to stifle his moans. Sehun closes his eyes, letting his bangs fall forward as he bites down on the tie, quiet pants being released against it.
Jongin speeds up and the tie drops out of Sehun’s mouth. The feeling of his cock grinding against the cold table is almost too much for Sehun. He moans loudly, suddenly not caring if a teacher or student walks by and sees them. All he cares about is Jongin’s cock hitting that spot.
Sehun comes faster than normal, partly because Jongin’s had a stressful day and was taking it out on Sehun, and the other part being the cold desk under him that was making his cock twitch. Jongin presses gentle kisses down the exposed part of Sehun’s shoulder. Sehun laughs and hits Jongin’s arm lazily with his own.
A red convertible BMW waits outside the school. It sits in it’s normal spot; far right and just a little bit back. Sehun grips his backpack strap and smiles as he jogs over to the car. Jongin’s got his IPod playing loudly. Other kids stare and some even point. Sehun just smirks as he pushes himself over the door and plops down into the passenger seat.
“Good day?” Jongin drives them out of the parking lot and Sehun nods.
“Could be better.”
They ride together, mouths open wide and voices almost drowning out the music coming from the speakers. Jongin’s hand trails up Sehun’s thigh and they exchange looks when the car comes to a stop at Jongin’s house.
Sehun leans over and cups the back of Jongin’s neck, his lips meeting his in a hard kiss. Fingers curl into brown hair and pull him forward. Jongin laughs breathily into Sehun’s mouth. Jongin invites Sehun over every Tuesday after school because his parents work until midnight.
-I wrote this like a month ago and then forgot about it
-wElp
-have some sekai