fic for marcelines, Meanwhile.
For: marcelines
From: bluedveins
Title: Meanwhile.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4300
Summary: Sehun is an average slacker college student with a massive crush on the pretty, tomboyish star of the women's soccer team, Luhan.
Warnings: femslash, genderswitch
It's a few minutes past three o' clock in the morning and Sehun is sat in the corner of her favourite family ramyeon shop situation just a few blocks down from campus. Successfully managing to navigate her eyes around the pair of chopsticks as she stares down on her Psychology textbook, Sehun attempts to fill her head with theories about personality development as her stomach fills with warm soup and slippery noodles.
Pushing strands of lilac out of her face, Sehun lifts the plastic bowl to her lips and drains it of any remaining traces of soup. Setting the empty bowl down, her stomach purrs in satisfaction and she pats it absently as she closes her textbook and gathers her things together. Giving the owner of the store a big wave, Sehun pulls her favourite oversized hoodie over her head and exits the shop. Late night - or early morning? - winds blow against her cheeks and exposed legs but Sehun doesn't mind the slight chill.
She gets back to her shared apartment with Jongin - her childhood best friend whom she shares a constant love-hate relationship with - twenty minutes shy of four, and promptly collapses into her very springy bed, Doc Martens still snug on her feet. Jongin wakes up with a start when Sehun's textbook slips off the bed and drops to the floor. Chucking an empty plastic bottle at Sehun's head, Jongin mutters incoherently and falls back asleep. In response, Sehun simply pulls the covers over her head.
Sehun wakes up, legs tangled amongst her sheets, smack dab in the middle of her Chemistry lecture and with a pink sticky note stuck to her chin. Peeling it off, she squints in the slight haze that is her vision sans her glasses, and makes out Jongin's chicken scratch.
you're gonna be late for class and I don't care! I have soccer practice today - you don't have to wait for me for dinner. xoxo
p.s. yifan will probably let you borrow his chem notes if you wear that pair of machine gun stockings. idk why he likes your twiggy legs that much.
Balling the sticky note up, Sehun rolls her eyes and aims blindly at the general vicinity of the wastepaper basket. Then she wonders where the stockings might be - her closet is a bit of a mess, to say the least. She kicks her way to the bathroom, toes snagging on pieces of clothing before flicking them to either side of her path. As she stands by the sink scrubbing at her teeth, Sehun wonders peevishly how well she'll do on her Chemistry midterm. Out of eight lectures so far, she's been to three. Notes for the rest she'd managed to get off of Yifan, but she only has so many leg-bearing outfits to wear.
Deciding to actually go to Environment this time, Sehun washes her face, brushes her hair, swipes on a few coats of dark wine lipstick, and pulls on a pair of skinny jeans along with a light sweater she thinks is clean. Shrugging at her reflection, Sehun grabs her bag, stuffs a notebook into it, and spritzes some hair mist into her hair before dashing out the door. She'll probably be ten minutes late to lecture, but better late than never!
Sehun forces herself to spend the rest of the day on campus, holed up in a study room in the library. Yifan apparently didn't mind skinny jeans; his notes are safely in her bag. Pulling them out and spreading them across the desk, Sehun sets to work copying them down, making mental notes to ask Yifan about any concepts she might not understand. Chances of her not understanding are low though; Sehun's not stupid in the slightest - she's just very, very lazy. And unmotivated.
The minute the sun starts to set over the city's skyline, Sehun's out of the building and waiting by the bus stop for Jongin. Playing with the hem of her sleeves, Sehun stares at the entrance to the gym and wills for Jongin to hurry the fuck up. Jongin appears right then, and Sehun grins.
But her grin falters the second she notices the person next to her best friend.
It's Luhan, the soccer all-star for three years in a row. Luhan, one of the two reasons why Sehun goes to all of Jongin's games. Luhan, the very well-rounded fourth year student with an average GPA of 3.9 and a steady job (which meant steady income). Luhan, the raven haired, petite, 22 year old that Sehun's had a crush on for forever. Jongin catches Sehun's appalled gaze and winks.
"Didn't I say that you didn't have to wait?" Without waiting for an answer, she continues. "Luhan's joining us for dinner tonight; her parents are out at a business event. Hope you don't mind?" Jongin's eyes twinkle. Sehun wants to smear Jongin's sweat-smudged eyeliner all over Jongin's nose.
"I don't mind, not at all," Sehun grits, smile uncomfortably wide. Luhan, seemingly oblivious, smiles back.
"Hi Sehun! Haven't seen you around in a long time. Been busy?" Sehun tells herself that she's just imagining Luhan's eyes brightening.
"If by busy you mean being a very bad example of a model student, then yes," Sehun says airily, fumbling around in her pocket for her bus pass as said vehicle trundles up to the stop.
"She came home shit late last night and woke me up," Jongin informs Luhan kindly. Luhan laughs that tinkly laughs Sehun loves so much but rarely gets the chance to hear.
"Was up studying, okay."
"You mean catching up on months of readings?"
"Not months," Sehun snaps, finding an empty seat and flopping down onto it. A chunk of hair falls into her mouth and she tries to spit it out graciously. "Just a couple chapters."
Jongin snorts and pinches Sehun's cheek. "Did you get Yifan's notes?"
"Yeah yeah," Sehun mutters, rubbing at the sore spot. "Will probably still fail the midterm anyway."
"I'm sure you'll do fine," Luhan says easily, "Jongin's bragged about you sometimes. Told me stories of how you were a straight A+ student in high school, valedictorian and all."
"You brag about me?" Sehun coos, turning on Jongin. Jongin blanches.
"Luhan!" Jongin wails. "She'll never let this go!"
Sehun laughs in delight and squishes Jongin's face between her palms. Jongin finally manages to get her to stop by punching her in the ribs. Wheezing, Sehun releases Jongin and holds her injured side - only to be thrown into the back of the seat in front of her when the bus brakes suddenly.
Jongin chokes on her spit and Luhan is torn between thumping Jongin on the back or pulling Sehun back onto her seat. Sehun's safety wins out in the end and Luhan reaches over to heave Sehun up. Sehun may be lanky, but she's considerably tall. Luhan nearly topples over herself.
"Thanks," Sehun says, awkwardly covering the exposed side of her (blushing) face with a chunk of hair while straightening herself.
"Not a problem," Luhan says brightly. Jongin sniggers.
Sehun steps on her toes.
Sehun wakes up the next day and nearly trips over a foreign body on the floor of their shared bedroom. She swallows the yell in her throat and squints - the body shape looks oddly familiar. Fumbling for a muscle tee, Sehun throws it on over her underwear and tiptoes closer.
The body shifts and Sehun balks. It's Luhan, fast asleep, with indentations of the sleeping bag's material and zipper sunken into areas across her smooth skin. Smooth skin. Sehun freezes. Luhan's half-naked, men's boxers and a bra the only thing she's clad in.
Suddenly feeling incredibly hot, Sehun darts out of the room as quietly and quickly as possible. Turning a corner, she runs smack into Jongin. Jongin doesn't even smack Sehun across the arm like she usually does when they collide, just laughs and points to the door.
"Saw Luhan, did you?"
"I didn't know she was gonna stay the night," Sehun hisses, tugging at the hem of her tee. "The fuck man."
Jongin simply smiles and pats Sehun's ass. "Go brush your teeth honey. Morning breath."
Sehun glowers at Jongin's back as her roommate disappears into the hall closet that they've converted into a gaming room. "Bitch."
Jongin's chortles taunt her all the way to the bathroom.
Sehun's walking out of the bathroom, busy knotting her hair into a bun when she hears voices in the kitchen. Oh no. Luhan is awake. Her attempt to escape into the bedroom is thwarted when Jongin yells her name at the top of her lungs. Making a mental note to slowly wring Jongin's throat later that night, Sehun takes a deep breath and walks into the kitchen.
She forgets that she's not wearing any pants when Luhan's eyes dart down to her bare legs.
"Oh shit," she says, but Luhan shakes her head rapidly.
"It's okay, I'm not bothered. It's just," she pauses uncomfortably. "You have really great legs."
Sehun turns such a bright shade of purple that her lilac hair pales in stark comparison. Jongin's keeling over from laughter and Luhan's looking at the ceiling.
"Thank you," Sehun says after a too-long moment of silence.
"Yifan thinks so too," Jongin adds in. "He's always ogling her. I don't know why really. She's Sehun."
Sehun balls up a small piece of pancake and chucks it at Jongin's face.
"Chanyeol wants to meet up," Jongin says, looking up from her phone. "Sorry man. Play with Luhan - she's worse than you are so maybe you can feel a little better about yourself."
Luhan pokes her in the ribs and Sehun aims a kick at Jongin's shin.
"Jeeeeesus," Jongin says, dodging and sprinting to the bathroom. "Date already!"
Sehun blushes again and busies herself with setting up another game of League while Luhan silently takes over Jongin's computer and signs in. Distracting herself from Luhan's bare legs by playing with the barbell in her tongue, Sehun clicks rapidly, randomly assigning herself Shyvana as the timer clicks down. Next to her, Luhan selects Riven.
"What ranking are you?" Luhan asks, peering at Sehun's screen as their game loads.
"I'm actually Platinum IV," Sehun says modestly. "Jongin just likes to think she's better than me."
"Platinum IV???" Luhan gapes at Sehun. "I'm only Gold II!"
"Jongin's Silver V," Sehun deadpans. "She sucks dick. Both literally and metaphorically."
Luhan pauses before breaking out in hysterical laughter.
"She does though!" Sehun exclaims, eyes fixated on the screen under the pretence of waiting for minions to spawn. She just really doesn't want to look at a laughing Luhan - too pretty. "I've walked in on her and Chanyeol once. Not pleasant."
Luhan snorts and laughs even harder.
"Don't like dick," Sehun mutters absently, clicking her mouse.
Luhan sobers up quickly at that.
"I don't either."
"Yeah, it's gross and - wait, what?"
On screen, Shyvana stops top lane and the opponent team's Caitlyn approaches warily.
"Yeah, I don't. I thought you knew," Luhan says confusedly, clicking furiously and killing five minions. Sehun hurries to move Shyvana out of the way before Caitlyn realises she's not paying attention to the game.
"I always thought Jongin was just fucking around with me," Sehun says, mindlessly killing minions until she levels up.
"About this? Why would she?" Luhan looks intently at Sehun, who shies away from the gaze.
Sehun shrugs, doesn't answer, and proceeds to kill more minions.
After that game of League, Luhan had left and Sehun hasn't seen her for the past week. Things had been awkward throughout the duration of the game, and Luhan made a beeline for the door when it was over (they had won). Sehun didn't even manage to get out a coherent goodbye.
When Jongin had returned, she found Sehun with a pint of ice cream that's half-finished.
"Did you fuck something up," Jongin had said, and Sehun fixed her with a dour look. Jongin had sighed and plucked the carton out of Sehun's hands, placed it back in the freezer, before settling down on the couch next to her and letting Sehun curl up on her lap.
"You're such an idiot."
Sehun couldn't have agreed more.
Today, Jongin has practice - and so does Luhan - but Sehun doesn't feel like waiting for Jongin at the bus stop. So she stops by her Chemistry TA's office, spends a good forty minutes in there just brushing up on things she already knows, before wandering the halls and ending up at an empty dance studio.
Figuring that she had nothing better to do anyways, she goes in, pulls her hair back, and fumbles with the few choices of CDs available by the stereo. Finding something that she had danced to back in junior year of high school with Jongin, she slots the disc in and waits idly for the music to come on.
Halfway through the routine, the door swings open and a Jongin-esque figure flies in.
"Oh my god," Jongin squeals, "this song!"
Sehun blinks. "What are you doing here? How'd you find me? Don't you have practice?"
"I skipped," Jongin says, spinning. "Didn't feel like it today. Bumped into Baekhyun and he said he saw you at your Chem TA's, so I went there and you weren't there."
Sehun steps out of the way when Jongin executes a high kick. "Asked around. Was at the end of the hallway and heard this song playing. So here I am!"
Jongin finishes the routine with a flourish and grins at Sehun before rearranging her face into a more serious expression.
"Luhan asked about you."
Blanching, Sehun fiddles with the friendship bracelet around her wrist (Jongin has a matching one on). Jongin rolls her eyes.
"She wanted to know if you're uncomfortable around her now. She told me what happened. I'm not surprised that you two haven't talked since then, because you guys are too wimpy to seek each other out."
"I'm not uncomfortable around her," Sehun mutters.
"You know I left you two together for a reason, right?"
"What reason? To torture me?"
"No," Jongin says exasperatedly. "I wanted something to happen!"
"Why would anything have happened?"
Jongin looks at her like she's the world's biggest idiot.
"She wants in your pants. You want in her pants. How dense can you get! I've been hinting to you for such a long time, and -"
Before Sehun can jut in, someone else says the exact word she was going to.
"What?"
The two dancers turn to look at the door - there, standing in the doorway, is a slightly flushed Luhan.
"Er," Jongin says, "I - I gotta go meet up with Chanyeol, totally forgot about that. I'll text you later, okay? Bye!"
Sehun stares at her best friend's retreating back until it disappears around the corner. Luhan inches closer. The music is still playing, bass throbbing through wall speakers. Sehun's leggings seem to cling even tighter to her skin and her shoes feel heavier than usual.
"She doesn't know what she's saying," Sehun babbles, gesturing desperately at the now-empty doorway.
"Is she right?"
"What?"
"About you wanting in my pants," Luhan clarifies.
"Um?"
"Because if not, she's still not entirely wrong. Ergo, she kinda knows what she's saying."
"What?"
Luhan sighs. "She's right about me wanting in your pants. Is she right about you wanting in my pants?"
Sehun stares. Luhan wets her lips with a very pink tongue. Oh. Sehun swallows and Luhan turns to lock the door. The music seems to get louder as blood rushes about in Sehun's ears.
"Your top's got a tear in it," Luhan mumbles, reaching over to finger the fabric. "Did you know?"
"Yeah," Sehun breathes, stomach tightening. "Jongin did that a while ago. Couldn't be bothered to fix it. I like this top though, so I didn't want to throw it away either."
"It's good you didn't, you look good in it," Luhan says, eyes flicking up. Her large eyes lock onto Sehun's more angular ones, and Sehun's brain dies momentarily.
"You're ridiculously gorgeous, you know that?" Luhan goes on, her finger slipping under the strap of Sehun's tank and following the thinner strap of her bra.
"No," Sehun croaks, hands instinctively rising to hook fingers in Luhan's belt loops.
"The way your hair hits the small of your back, right above the curve of your ass," Luhan sighs, tugging on Sehun's hairtie until it falls off and lilac splashes down Sehun's back.
"You can tug on my hair any day," Sehun whispers. Luhan's breathing hitches and Sehun pulls her closer.
"Sehunnie," she says, voice low. "Do you get off to me?"
Well that escalated quickly.
"Maybe," Sehun recovers and replies. "Sometimes when I'm watching one of your soccer games or practices, my mind wanders."
"To where?" Luhan swiftly unhooks Sehun's bra - Sehun doesn't even flinch.
"Your thighs, mostly."
Sehun drops her arms and lets Luhan tug her bra - her favourite lacy, dark red one - out from under her top.
"I dream of you under me all the time," Luhan exhales, before pushing Sehun backwards against a wall. Sehun feels the music tremble through the walls, and her blood heats.
Small hands reach up to cup Sehun's breasts, thumbs swiping over straining nipples. Sehun sighs into the crown of Luhan's head, her breath ruffling soft, light brown hair.
"Fuck," Luhan mutters, "they're so perfect." She tweaks the left nipple and Sehun's hands fly to Luhan's butt pockets, sliding into the space and pulling their bodies flush.
"Please," Sehun articulates, pressing her chest harder against Luhan's hands. Instead, Luhan drops her hands to the hem of Sehun's shirt and pulls the fabric taut. Bending a little, she ducks to flick the tip of her tongue against cotton-covered nipples, and Sehun's knees all but buckles at the sensation.
Luhan wedges a thigh between Sehun's and swears when she feels damp heat emanating through Sehun's thin, black tights.
"Are you wet already?"
"Already?" Sehun repeats, pupils blown. "Touch me and find out."
So Luhan presses two fingers between Sehun's legs and groans. Sehun runs her bottom lip through her teeth.
"Take this off," she commands, tugging at the waistband of the darned leggings. Sehun complies, and wrestles them off her legs as Luhan steps out of her jeans.
"I thought you'd be a fan of thongs," Luhan muses, looking at the matching lacy bikini panties Sehun has on. "This is, oddly, hotter than I would've imagined."
Sehun, clad in nothing but a flimsy top and panties, whines. Her boobs ache painfully, and the throbbing in her clit is only getting worse. The air bites at her nipples, but Sehun stops moving when Luhan's face looms close, her bowed lips centimetres away from her own.
Sehun doesn't even register the fact that they're kissing until Luhan, unabashedly, pushes her tongue into Sehun's mouth. Luhan kisses hungrily, palms gently kneading the smooth curves of Sehun's ass. Sehun tries to match Luhan's fervour but fails and decides to let her take the lead.
When Luhan's hands move to Sehun's hips, Sehun detaches their mouths and pants, "Luhan. Touch. I need."
So Luhan cups Sehun's clothed, wet heat with a hand. She bends and sucks at a nipple, and Sehun head bounces off the wall loudly. The pain stands no chance against incredibly heightened arousal as Luhan's free hand runs down the plane of Sehun's stomach before hooking into the waistband of her underwear. A tug and Sehun feels cool air kissing at her clit - but the coolness is soon replaced with heat as Luhan runs her forefinger across it.
Luhan didn't bother starting off slow. Immediately setting a fast pace, she strums her finger back and forth across Sehun's clit, her middle finger going further south and dipping in-between damp lips.
"Fuck," Sehun says, voice thin. Luhan pushes another finger in and speeds up her strumming. She laves at Sehun's clavicle and sucks a hickey onto the swell of a breast. Sehun whimpers, moans, and whines as she attempts to grind down onto Luhan's hand.
"God, you're so wet," Luhan mutters, glancing down. Sehun doesn't bother to reply and humps Luhan's hand shamelessly. Luhan swears, pulls her fingers out, and rubs harder and faster at Sehun's clit.
Sehun orgasms explosively, nails digging moons into Luhan's shoulders as she shudders over Luhan's hand.
"God yes," Luhan exhales, holding Sehun up with a hand around her waist. She gives Sehun's clit a fond flick before pulling that hand up. Sucking her fingers clean, Luhan dries her hand off on her shirt and smiles at Sehun's very red face.
"No," Luhan says regretfully as Sehun reaches for Luhan's underwear. There's a visible patch of wetness across the crotch of the garment. "There's no time, the last bus leaves in a few minutes. Come over tonight?"
Sehun pulls on her underwear and leggings wordlessly before grabbing Luhan around the base of the head and kissing her deeply.
"Okay."
Sehun grabs, paws, and pulls at the sheets as Luhan grinds her crotch down onto Sehun's. Luhan is loud in bed, Sehun thinks, as wetness spreads down the seam of her thigh. Luhan's oblivious to Sehun's thoughts as she works her hips maddeningly, attempting to touch every exposed inch of Sehun's sex with her own.
When Luhan comes first, Sehun holds her flush against her chest and waits until the tremors abate. As Luhan recovers, Sehun laps at a pink nipple as she rubs at her clit with two fingers. Luhan's breathy moans are music to her ears and by the time Luhan is lucid enough to prop herself up and present her other nipple to Sehun's skilled tongue, Sehun has three fingers deep inside her own pussy and is finger-fucking herself into another overwhelming orgasm.
Sweaty hair sticks against skin as Luhan repositions herself by Sehun's side, all want for another round gone as she watches Sehun's eyes flutter shut, skin aglow with pleasure.
"You're beautiful," Luhan murmurs, and she's not sure if Sehun's heard her. But when Sehun turns her head and blushes, Luhan smiles and snakes a hand around a slim waist.
"Let me make love to you every day," Luhan continues, the question hidden in her words. Sehun simply pushes damp hair out of her eyes and reaches for Luhan's bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth slowly, smoothly.
Luhan sighs into Sehun's mouth and lets Sehun kiss her until she falls asleep.
"Is that a fucking hickey," Jongin says flatly, looking away from the TV screen. Chanyeol, seated next to her, chokes on his spit.
"Thought you'd be happy," Sehun snaps in response, but there's no malice behind her words. Toeing off her shoes, Sehun makes a beeline for the bedroom, pulling off her a-little-more-than-dirty clothes and changing into sweatpants and a loose tee.
"So you guys sorted things out?" Jongin asks, pushing a spoonful of ice cream into Chanyeol's mouth.
"Yeah, kinda?"
"Are you two together now?"
Sehun dodges the question by asking another. “Why didn’t you just tell me? I thought you'd do anything for me."
"I would," Jongin says, "but I thought this would be better for you in the long run."
Sehun pulls a face and grabs a carton of chocolate milk.
"So? Don't avoid my question."
"I don't know if we are. We didn't arrive at a solid conclusion."
Jongin sighs dramatically and Chanyeol pats her soothingly on the head.
Sehun's seated in a corner on the first floor of the technology building, her favourite spot to just sit and do work whenever she has a break in-between classes. Jongin's in class and she won't be done for another hour so.
Her belt buckle digs into her stomach as she hunches over her textbook but Sehun ignores the discomfort. She's used to it anyway. Running her tongue piercing repeatedly across the roof of her mouth, Sehun squints at a page and scribbles relevant notes down into her notebook. A shadow falls over the surface of her books and she looks up to find Luhan smiling down at her.
"Hi," Luhan says breathily. Her hair's pulled back into a simple french braid and she has a pair of oversized glasses on but Sehun doesn't think Luhan has ever looked prettier.
"Hey," Sehun replies, pushing her books off the chair next to her to make space for Luhan.
"How's your -" Luhan doesn't get to finish her sentence before Sehun leans in and steals a kiss. "Oh."
"I just -" Sehun flaps her hand awkwardly. "Jongin asked if we were together and I didn't know what to tell him because I realised I didn't give you an actual answer so I myself didn't know if we were together -"
Luhan squeezes Sehun's thigh and Sehun chokes on a glob of spit.
Tugging on a lock of lilac hair, Luhan giggles. "I'll tell her in practice today."
"Tell her..."
"That we are," Luhan says, and brushes lips across Sehun's cheek before rising. “I’d stay and chat, but I have to meet up with someone for a project; I'll call you?"
"Yeah," Sehun nods, running her hand through her hair. Her fingers snag halfway down and Luhan's eyes twinkle. Sehun flushes.
Luhan waves goodbye and Sehun wills inappropriate thoughts away as she watches the sway of Luhan's hips. Her books lie forgotten on the ground for quite some time before Sehun remembers where she is and what she's supposed to be doing.
Suffice to say, she doesn't get a lot of studying done.
From: bluedveins
Title: Meanwhile.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4300
Summary: Sehun is an average slacker college student with a massive crush on the pretty, tomboyish star of the women's soccer team, Luhan.
Warnings: femslash, genderswitch
It's a few minutes past three o' clock in the morning and Sehun is sat in the corner of her favourite family ramyeon shop situation just a few blocks down from campus. Successfully managing to navigate her eyes around the pair of chopsticks as she stares down on her Psychology textbook, Sehun attempts to fill her head with theories about personality development as her stomach fills with warm soup and slippery noodles.
Pushing strands of lilac out of her face, Sehun lifts the plastic bowl to her lips and drains it of any remaining traces of soup. Setting the empty bowl down, her stomach purrs in satisfaction and she pats it absently as she closes her textbook and gathers her things together. Giving the owner of the store a big wave, Sehun pulls her favourite oversized hoodie over her head and exits the shop. Late night - or early morning? - winds blow against her cheeks and exposed legs but Sehun doesn't mind the slight chill.
She gets back to her shared apartment with Jongin - her childhood best friend whom she shares a constant love-hate relationship with - twenty minutes shy of four, and promptly collapses into her very springy bed, Doc Martens still snug on her feet. Jongin wakes up with a start when Sehun's textbook slips off the bed and drops to the floor. Chucking an empty plastic bottle at Sehun's head, Jongin mutters incoherently and falls back asleep. In response, Sehun simply pulls the covers over her head.
Sehun wakes up, legs tangled amongst her sheets, smack dab in the middle of her Chemistry lecture and with a pink sticky note stuck to her chin. Peeling it off, she squints in the slight haze that is her vision sans her glasses, and makes out Jongin's chicken scratch.
you're gonna be late for class and I don't care! I have soccer practice today - you don't have to wait for me for dinner. xoxo
p.s. yifan will probably let you borrow his chem notes if you wear that pair of machine gun stockings. idk why he likes your twiggy legs that much.
Balling the sticky note up, Sehun rolls her eyes and aims blindly at the general vicinity of the wastepaper basket. Then she wonders where the stockings might be - her closet is a bit of a mess, to say the least. She kicks her way to the bathroom, toes snagging on pieces of clothing before flicking them to either side of her path. As she stands by the sink scrubbing at her teeth, Sehun wonders peevishly how well she'll do on her Chemistry midterm. Out of eight lectures so far, she's been to three. Notes for the rest she'd managed to get off of Yifan, but she only has so many leg-bearing outfits to wear.
Deciding to actually go to Environment this time, Sehun washes her face, brushes her hair, swipes on a few coats of dark wine lipstick, and pulls on a pair of skinny jeans along with a light sweater she thinks is clean. Shrugging at her reflection, Sehun grabs her bag, stuffs a notebook into it, and spritzes some hair mist into her hair before dashing out the door. She'll probably be ten minutes late to lecture, but better late than never!
Sehun forces herself to spend the rest of the day on campus, holed up in a study room in the library. Yifan apparently didn't mind skinny jeans; his notes are safely in her bag. Pulling them out and spreading them across the desk, Sehun sets to work copying them down, making mental notes to ask Yifan about any concepts she might not understand. Chances of her not understanding are low though; Sehun's not stupid in the slightest - she's just very, very lazy. And unmotivated.
The minute the sun starts to set over the city's skyline, Sehun's out of the building and waiting by the bus stop for Jongin. Playing with the hem of her sleeves, Sehun stares at the entrance to the gym and wills for Jongin to hurry the fuck up. Jongin appears right then, and Sehun grins.
But her grin falters the second she notices the person next to her best friend.
It's Luhan, the soccer all-star for three years in a row. Luhan, one of the two reasons why Sehun goes to all of Jongin's games. Luhan, the very well-rounded fourth year student with an average GPA of 3.9 and a steady job (which meant steady income). Luhan, the raven haired, petite, 22 year old that Sehun's had a crush on for forever. Jongin catches Sehun's appalled gaze and winks.
"Didn't I say that you didn't have to wait?" Without waiting for an answer, she continues. "Luhan's joining us for dinner tonight; her parents are out at a business event. Hope you don't mind?" Jongin's eyes twinkle. Sehun wants to smear Jongin's sweat-smudged eyeliner all over Jongin's nose.
"I don't mind, not at all," Sehun grits, smile uncomfortably wide. Luhan, seemingly oblivious, smiles back.
"Hi Sehun! Haven't seen you around in a long time. Been busy?" Sehun tells herself that she's just imagining Luhan's eyes brightening.
"If by busy you mean being a very bad example of a model student, then yes," Sehun says airily, fumbling around in her pocket for her bus pass as said vehicle trundles up to the stop.
"She came home shit late last night and woke me up," Jongin informs Luhan kindly. Luhan laughs that tinkly laughs Sehun loves so much but rarely gets the chance to hear.
"Was up studying, okay."
"You mean catching up on months of readings?"
"Not months," Sehun snaps, finding an empty seat and flopping down onto it. A chunk of hair falls into her mouth and she tries to spit it out graciously. "Just a couple chapters."
Jongin snorts and pinches Sehun's cheek. "Did you get Yifan's notes?"
"Yeah yeah," Sehun mutters, rubbing at the sore spot. "Will probably still fail the midterm anyway."
"I'm sure you'll do fine," Luhan says easily, "Jongin's bragged about you sometimes. Told me stories of how you were a straight A+ student in high school, valedictorian and all."
"You brag about me?" Sehun coos, turning on Jongin. Jongin blanches.
"Luhan!" Jongin wails. "She'll never let this go!"
Sehun laughs in delight and squishes Jongin's face between her palms. Jongin finally manages to get her to stop by punching her in the ribs. Wheezing, Sehun releases Jongin and holds her injured side - only to be thrown into the back of the seat in front of her when the bus brakes suddenly.
Jongin chokes on her spit and Luhan is torn between thumping Jongin on the back or pulling Sehun back onto her seat. Sehun's safety wins out in the end and Luhan reaches over to heave Sehun up. Sehun may be lanky, but she's considerably tall. Luhan nearly topples over herself.
"Thanks," Sehun says, awkwardly covering the exposed side of her (blushing) face with a chunk of hair while straightening herself.
"Not a problem," Luhan says brightly. Jongin sniggers.
Sehun steps on her toes.
Sehun wakes up the next day and nearly trips over a foreign body on the floor of their shared bedroom. She swallows the yell in her throat and squints - the body shape looks oddly familiar. Fumbling for a muscle tee, Sehun throws it on over her underwear and tiptoes closer.
The body shifts and Sehun balks. It's Luhan, fast asleep, with indentations of the sleeping bag's material and zipper sunken into areas across her smooth skin. Smooth skin. Sehun freezes. Luhan's half-naked, men's boxers and a bra the only thing she's clad in.
Suddenly feeling incredibly hot, Sehun darts out of the room as quietly and quickly as possible. Turning a corner, she runs smack into Jongin. Jongin doesn't even smack Sehun across the arm like she usually does when they collide, just laughs and points to the door.
"Saw Luhan, did you?"
"I didn't know she was gonna stay the night," Sehun hisses, tugging at the hem of her tee. "The fuck man."
Jongin simply smiles and pats Sehun's ass. "Go brush your teeth honey. Morning breath."
Sehun glowers at Jongin's back as her roommate disappears into the hall closet that they've converted into a gaming room. "Bitch."
Jongin's chortles taunt her all the way to the bathroom.
Sehun's walking out of the bathroom, busy knotting her hair into a bun when she hears voices in the kitchen. Oh no. Luhan is awake. Her attempt to escape into the bedroom is thwarted when Jongin yells her name at the top of her lungs. Making a mental note to slowly wring Jongin's throat later that night, Sehun takes a deep breath and walks into the kitchen.
She forgets that she's not wearing any pants when Luhan's eyes dart down to her bare legs.
"Oh shit," she says, but Luhan shakes her head rapidly.
"It's okay, I'm not bothered. It's just," she pauses uncomfortably. "You have really great legs."
Sehun turns such a bright shade of purple that her lilac hair pales in stark comparison. Jongin's keeling over from laughter and Luhan's looking at the ceiling.
"Thank you," Sehun says after a too-long moment of silence.
"Yifan thinks so too," Jongin adds in. "He's always ogling her. I don't know why really. She's Sehun."
Sehun balls up a small piece of pancake and chucks it at Jongin's face.
"Chanyeol wants to meet up," Jongin says, looking up from her phone. "Sorry man. Play with Luhan - she's worse than you are so maybe you can feel a little better about yourself."
Luhan pokes her in the ribs and Sehun aims a kick at Jongin's shin.
"Jeeeeesus," Jongin says, dodging and sprinting to the bathroom. "Date already!"
Sehun blushes again and busies herself with setting up another game of League while Luhan silently takes over Jongin's computer and signs in. Distracting herself from Luhan's bare legs by playing with the barbell in her tongue, Sehun clicks rapidly, randomly assigning herself Shyvana as the timer clicks down. Next to her, Luhan selects Riven.
"What ranking are you?" Luhan asks, peering at Sehun's screen as their game loads.
"I'm actually Platinum IV," Sehun says modestly. "Jongin just likes to think she's better than me."
"Platinum IV???" Luhan gapes at Sehun. "I'm only Gold II!"
"Jongin's Silver V," Sehun deadpans. "She sucks dick. Both literally and metaphorically."
Luhan pauses before breaking out in hysterical laughter.
"She does though!" Sehun exclaims, eyes fixated on the screen under the pretence of waiting for minions to spawn. She just really doesn't want to look at a laughing Luhan - too pretty. "I've walked in on her and Chanyeol once. Not pleasant."
Luhan snorts and laughs even harder.
"Don't like dick," Sehun mutters absently, clicking her mouse.
Luhan sobers up quickly at that.
"I don't either."
"Yeah, it's gross and - wait, what?"
On screen, Shyvana stops top lane and the opponent team's Caitlyn approaches warily.
"Yeah, I don't. I thought you knew," Luhan says confusedly, clicking furiously and killing five minions. Sehun hurries to move Shyvana out of the way before Caitlyn realises she's not paying attention to the game.
"I always thought Jongin was just fucking around with me," Sehun says, mindlessly killing minions until she levels up.
"About this? Why would she?" Luhan looks intently at Sehun, who shies away from the gaze.
Sehun shrugs, doesn't answer, and proceeds to kill more minions.
After that game of League, Luhan had left and Sehun hasn't seen her for the past week. Things had been awkward throughout the duration of the game, and Luhan made a beeline for the door when it was over (they had won). Sehun didn't even manage to get out a coherent goodbye.
When Jongin had returned, she found Sehun with a pint of ice cream that's half-finished.
"Did you fuck something up," Jongin had said, and Sehun fixed her with a dour look. Jongin had sighed and plucked the carton out of Sehun's hands, placed it back in the freezer, before settling down on the couch next to her and letting Sehun curl up on her lap.
"You're such an idiot."
Sehun couldn't have agreed more.
Today, Jongin has practice - and so does Luhan - but Sehun doesn't feel like waiting for Jongin at the bus stop. So she stops by her Chemistry TA's office, spends a good forty minutes in there just brushing up on things she already knows, before wandering the halls and ending up at an empty dance studio.
Figuring that she had nothing better to do anyways, she goes in, pulls her hair back, and fumbles with the few choices of CDs available by the stereo. Finding something that she had danced to back in junior year of high school with Jongin, she slots the disc in and waits idly for the music to come on.
Halfway through the routine, the door swings open and a Jongin-esque figure flies in.
"Oh my god," Jongin squeals, "this song!"
Sehun blinks. "What are you doing here? How'd you find me? Don't you have practice?"
"I skipped," Jongin says, spinning. "Didn't feel like it today. Bumped into Baekhyun and he said he saw you at your Chem TA's, so I went there and you weren't there."
Sehun steps out of the way when Jongin executes a high kick. "Asked around. Was at the end of the hallway and heard this song playing. So here I am!"
Jongin finishes the routine with a flourish and grins at Sehun before rearranging her face into a more serious expression.
"Luhan asked about you."
Blanching, Sehun fiddles with the friendship bracelet around her wrist (Jongin has a matching one on). Jongin rolls her eyes.
"She wanted to know if you're uncomfortable around her now. She told me what happened. I'm not surprised that you two haven't talked since then, because you guys are too wimpy to seek each other out."
"I'm not uncomfortable around her," Sehun mutters.
"You know I left you two together for a reason, right?"
"What reason? To torture me?"
"No," Jongin says exasperatedly. "I wanted something to happen!"
"Why would anything have happened?"
Jongin looks at her like she's the world's biggest idiot.
"She wants in your pants. You want in her pants. How dense can you get! I've been hinting to you for such a long time, and -"
Before Sehun can jut in, someone else says the exact word she was going to.
"What?"
The two dancers turn to look at the door - there, standing in the doorway, is a slightly flushed Luhan.
"Er," Jongin says, "I - I gotta go meet up with Chanyeol, totally forgot about that. I'll text you later, okay? Bye!"
Sehun stares at her best friend's retreating back until it disappears around the corner. Luhan inches closer. The music is still playing, bass throbbing through wall speakers. Sehun's leggings seem to cling even tighter to her skin and her shoes feel heavier than usual.
"She doesn't know what she's saying," Sehun babbles, gesturing desperately at the now-empty doorway.
"Is she right?"
"What?"
"About you wanting in my pants," Luhan clarifies.
"Um?"
"Because if not, she's still not entirely wrong. Ergo, she kinda knows what she's saying."
"What?"
Luhan sighs. "She's right about me wanting in your pants. Is she right about you wanting in my pants?"
Sehun stares. Luhan wets her lips with a very pink tongue. Oh. Sehun swallows and Luhan turns to lock the door. The music seems to get louder as blood rushes about in Sehun's ears.
"Your top's got a tear in it," Luhan mumbles, reaching over to finger the fabric. "Did you know?"
"Yeah," Sehun breathes, stomach tightening. "Jongin did that a while ago. Couldn't be bothered to fix it. I like this top though, so I didn't want to throw it away either."
"It's good you didn't, you look good in it," Luhan says, eyes flicking up. Her large eyes lock onto Sehun's more angular ones, and Sehun's brain dies momentarily.
"You're ridiculously gorgeous, you know that?" Luhan goes on, her finger slipping under the strap of Sehun's tank and following the thinner strap of her bra.
"No," Sehun croaks, hands instinctively rising to hook fingers in Luhan's belt loops.
"The way your hair hits the small of your back, right above the curve of your ass," Luhan sighs, tugging on Sehun's hairtie until it falls off and lilac splashes down Sehun's back.
"You can tug on my hair any day," Sehun whispers. Luhan's breathing hitches and Sehun pulls her closer.
"Sehunnie," she says, voice low. "Do you get off to me?"
Well that escalated quickly.
"Maybe," Sehun recovers and replies. "Sometimes when I'm watching one of your soccer games or practices, my mind wanders."
"To where?" Luhan swiftly unhooks Sehun's bra - Sehun doesn't even flinch.
"Your thighs, mostly."
Sehun drops her arms and lets Luhan tug her bra - her favourite lacy, dark red one - out from under her top.
"I dream of you under me all the time," Luhan exhales, before pushing Sehun backwards against a wall. Sehun feels the music tremble through the walls, and her blood heats.
Small hands reach up to cup Sehun's breasts, thumbs swiping over straining nipples. Sehun sighs into the crown of Luhan's head, her breath ruffling soft, light brown hair.
"Fuck," Luhan mutters, "they're so perfect." She tweaks the left nipple and Sehun's hands fly to Luhan's butt pockets, sliding into the space and pulling their bodies flush.
"Please," Sehun articulates, pressing her chest harder against Luhan's hands. Instead, Luhan drops her hands to the hem of Sehun's shirt and pulls the fabric taut. Bending a little, she ducks to flick the tip of her tongue against cotton-covered nipples, and Sehun's knees all but buckles at the sensation.
Luhan wedges a thigh between Sehun's and swears when she feels damp heat emanating through Sehun's thin, black tights.
"Are you wet already?"
"Already?" Sehun repeats, pupils blown. "Touch me and find out."
So Luhan presses two fingers between Sehun's legs and groans. Sehun runs her bottom lip through her teeth.
"Take this off," she commands, tugging at the waistband of the darned leggings. Sehun complies, and wrestles them off her legs as Luhan steps out of her jeans.
"I thought you'd be a fan of thongs," Luhan muses, looking at the matching lacy bikini panties Sehun has on. "This is, oddly, hotter than I would've imagined."
Sehun, clad in nothing but a flimsy top and panties, whines. Her boobs ache painfully, and the throbbing in her clit is only getting worse. The air bites at her nipples, but Sehun stops moving when Luhan's face looms close, her bowed lips centimetres away from her own.
Sehun doesn't even register the fact that they're kissing until Luhan, unabashedly, pushes her tongue into Sehun's mouth. Luhan kisses hungrily, palms gently kneading the smooth curves of Sehun's ass. Sehun tries to match Luhan's fervour but fails and decides to let her take the lead.
When Luhan's hands move to Sehun's hips, Sehun detaches their mouths and pants, "Luhan. Touch. I need."
So Luhan cups Sehun's clothed, wet heat with a hand. She bends and sucks at a nipple, and Sehun head bounces off the wall loudly. The pain stands no chance against incredibly heightened arousal as Luhan's free hand runs down the plane of Sehun's stomach before hooking into the waistband of her underwear. A tug and Sehun feels cool air kissing at her clit - but the coolness is soon replaced with heat as Luhan runs her forefinger across it.
Luhan didn't bother starting off slow. Immediately setting a fast pace, she strums her finger back and forth across Sehun's clit, her middle finger going further south and dipping in-between damp lips.
"Fuck," Sehun says, voice thin. Luhan pushes another finger in and speeds up her strumming. She laves at Sehun's clavicle and sucks a hickey onto the swell of a breast. Sehun whimpers, moans, and whines as she attempts to grind down onto Luhan's hand.
"God, you're so wet," Luhan mutters, glancing down. Sehun doesn't bother to reply and humps Luhan's hand shamelessly. Luhan swears, pulls her fingers out, and rubs harder and faster at Sehun's clit.
Sehun orgasms explosively, nails digging moons into Luhan's shoulders as she shudders over Luhan's hand.
"God yes," Luhan exhales, holding Sehun up with a hand around her waist. She gives Sehun's clit a fond flick before pulling that hand up. Sucking her fingers clean, Luhan dries her hand off on her shirt and smiles at Sehun's very red face.
"No," Luhan says regretfully as Sehun reaches for Luhan's underwear. There's a visible patch of wetness across the crotch of the garment. "There's no time, the last bus leaves in a few minutes. Come over tonight?"
Sehun pulls on her underwear and leggings wordlessly before grabbing Luhan around the base of the head and kissing her deeply.
"Okay."
Sehun grabs, paws, and pulls at the sheets as Luhan grinds her crotch down onto Sehun's. Luhan is loud in bed, Sehun thinks, as wetness spreads down the seam of her thigh. Luhan's oblivious to Sehun's thoughts as she works her hips maddeningly, attempting to touch every exposed inch of Sehun's sex with her own.
When Luhan comes first, Sehun holds her flush against her chest and waits until the tremors abate. As Luhan recovers, Sehun laps at a pink nipple as she rubs at her clit with two fingers. Luhan's breathy moans are music to her ears and by the time Luhan is lucid enough to prop herself up and present her other nipple to Sehun's skilled tongue, Sehun has three fingers deep inside her own pussy and is finger-fucking herself into another overwhelming orgasm.
Sweaty hair sticks against skin as Luhan repositions herself by Sehun's side, all want for another round gone as she watches Sehun's eyes flutter shut, skin aglow with pleasure.
"You're beautiful," Luhan murmurs, and she's not sure if Sehun's heard her. But when Sehun turns her head and blushes, Luhan smiles and snakes a hand around a slim waist.
"Let me make love to you every day," Luhan continues, the question hidden in her words. Sehun simply pushes damp hair out of her eyes and reaches for Luhan's bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth slowly, smoothly.
Luhan sighs into Sehun's mouth and lets Sehun kiss her until she falls asleep.
"Is that a fucking hickey," Jongin says flatly, looking away from the TV screen. Chanyeol, seated next to her, chokes on his spit.
"Thought you'd be happy," Sehun snaps in response, but there's no malice behind her words. Toeing off her shoes, Sehun makes a beeline for the bedroom, pulling off her a-little-more-than-dirty clothes and changing into sweatpants and a loose tee.
"So you guys sorted things out?" Jongin asks, pushing a spoonful of ice cream into Chanyeol's mouth.
"Yeah, kinda?"
"Are you two together now?"
Sehun dodges the question by asking another. “Why didn’t you just tell me? I thought you'd do anything for me."
"I would," Jongin says, "but I thought this would be better for you in the long run."
Sehun pulls a face and grabs a carton of chocolate milk.
"So? Don't avoid my question."
"I don't know if we are. We didn't arrive at a solid conclusion."
Jongin sighs dramatically and Chanyeol pats her soothingly on the head.
Sehun's seated in a corner on the first floor of the technology building, her favourite spot to just sit and do work whenever she has a break in-between classes. Jongin's in class and she won't be done for another hour so.
Her belt buckle digs into her stomach as she hunches over her textbook but Sehun ignores the discomfort. She's used to it anyway. Running her tongue piercing repeatedly across the roof of her mouth, Sehun squints at a page and scribbles relevant notes down into her notebook. A shadow falls over the surface of her books and she looks up to find Luhan smiling down at her.
"Hi," Luhan says breathily. Her hair's pulled back into a simple french braid and she has a pair of oversized glasses on but Sehun doesn't think Luhan has ever looked prettier.
"Hey," Sehun replies, pushing her books off the chair next to her to make space for Luhan.
"How's your -" Luhan doesn't get to finish her sentence before Sehun leans in and steals a kiss. "Oh."
"I just -" Sehun flaps her hand awkwardly. "Jongin asked if we were together and I didn't know what to tell him because I realised I didn't give you an actual answer so I myself didn't know if we were together -"
Luhan squeezes Sehun's thigh and Sehun chokes on a glob of spit.
Tugging on a lock of lilac hair, Luhan giggles. "I'll tell her in practice today."
"Tell her..."
"That we are," Luhan says, and brushes lips across Sehun's cheek before rising. “I’d stay and chat, but I have to meet up with someone for a project; I'll call you?"
"Yeah," Sehun nods, running her hand through her hair. Her fingers snag halfway down and Luhan's eyes twinkle. Sehun flushes.
Luhan waves goodbye and Sehun wills inappropriate thoughts away as she watches the sway of Luhan's hips. Her books lie forgotten on the ground for quite some time before Sehun remembers where she is and what she's supposed to be doing.
Suffice to say, she doesn't get a lot of studying done.