[Advent] Day Twenty-One - Unwind
Title: Unwind
For: anonymous
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sehun/Jongin
Length: 1150w
Warning: female Jongin and Sehun
Summary: Sehun's been studying way too much lately.
Sehun is sitting in the library, a long blonde strand of hair curled around her finger as she stares blankly at the thick reference book in front of her. To the casual observer, she’s reached that point where nothing is sinking in and she’d be better off either giving up for the evening or making the two block walk to the nearest coffee shop. With exams looming, she’s been wound so tight, stressed enough to give herself headaches that won’t go away despite the number of painkillers she’s popped.
It’s probably the main reason (amongst several dozen other reasons), that Jongin is under the small desk Sehun is sitting at, her face nestled quite comfortably between Sehun’s thighs. Skilled fingers pluck at the fabric of her soaked underwear, pushing the material aside instead of taking them off. Sehun’s knuckles go white as she clenches the side of the desk, lifting her head to glance around and make sure no one’s watching. It isn’t as if Jongin is visible from her position, but it doesn’t stop Sehun from checking. The last thing she needs is to get banned from the campus library with two years still to go.
Ugh, two more years.
Sehun groans, but it cracks and ends with a low moan as her head falls forward. Jongin’s tongue is warm and so very wet as it drags through her folds slowly, as if savoring the way Sehun tastes. “Every girl tastes different, Sehun,” Jongin had told her just after they started dating. “And I want to memorize how you taste.” That was months ago yet Jongin still goes down on her like she has a purpose.
Shuddering, Sehun has to sink teeth into her bottom lip to keep from whimpering now that Jongin has her tongue over her clit, languidly circling the sensitive area as if she has all the time in the world. Sehun shifts her hips down, hoping to clue Jongin in that she needs fast and hard, not slow and sweet. Jongin gets the message; her hands pry Sehun’s thighs apart further, skirt riding higher as the pressure doubles. Sehun sneaks her hand under the desk, running fingers through Jongin’s hair so she feels like she has at least some control over the situation and she feels Jongin's smile.
The heel of Sehun's foot slips and she gasps, worried about drawing attention to herself with the way she squirms, keeps breathing in deeply through her nose and out her mouth. Jongin switches it up, tongue moving south and Sehun whimpers, tries to keep her wits about her as she fights every urge to grind into Jongin's face.
Sehun’s thighs begin trembling as Jongin tongue fucks her, the pad of her thumb rubbing insistently over Sehun’s clit until she can’t take it anymore. She nearly sobs when her orgasm hits, her head falling back and entire body shaking through it. Jongin doesn't stop until Sehun stills, the fingers in her hair letting up so she can slide out from under the desk.
Jongin doesn't even seem to care if anyone notices her crawling out, more focused on sucking the tip of her thumb into her mouth and smiling around it as she winks at her girlfriend. Sehun groans and weakly closes her textbook. Damn if she's going to get anything else done when Jongin looks so good with her flush cheeks and lips so shiny. She tugs on her hand and the two stumble out of the library together, hand in hand.
It's still warm enough outside for Sehun not to be freezing in her skirt, although the breeze against the damp spot on her panties is cold. She shudders, squeezing Jongin's hand so they speed up. Sehun desperately wants to get Jongin back to their dorm so she can fuck her. It's the least she can do seeing as Jongin's been very understanding of her general moodiness the last few weeks.
The anticipation simmers under Sehun's skin, makes her clench her thighs together when they stop at the corner to wait for the light because the very idea is making her throb between her legs. Jongin looks at her in confusion, tugging on her to keep going and Sehun really can't take it. There's a dark alcove not far from where they are and Sehun drags Jongin over to it, stopping when they get into the far back corner.
Her bookbag hits the ground and Jongin opens her mouth to ask what's going on, but Sehun pushes her against the cold stone and kisses her hard. Their teeth push uncomfortably against their lips for the half second their mouths are closed. Sehun moans when she gets a taste of Jongin's tongue, of her taste on Jongin's tongue. She wedges a leg between Jongin's thighs and pushes up, swallowing down Jongin's whimper.
She lets Jongin move at her own speed, the material of their skirts falling to mostly cover what they're doing if anyone were to glance over. Jongin rocks her hips and Sehun can feel how wet she is, how swollen she is from arousal and she can't help herself. Jongin pulls away from Sehun's mouth to moan when Sehun slips fingers into her panties and drags them over her slowly, the tip of her nail teasing where Jongin's clit pokes through.
Jongin runs a hand up Sehun's shirt, kneading her breast before pulling the cup of her bra down so she can get at her nipple. She rolls it in her fingers, teases and pinches as Sehun's breathing picks up speed.
Sehun dips two fingers into Jongin's pussy, pushing them inside with ease and Jongin moans so loud it echoes. Neither of them care, Sehun pumping her hand and Jongin rocking hard to press her deeper, faster. All Sehun wants is to drop to her knees and make Jongin come with her mouth, take her clit between her lips and suck until Jongin screams her name over and over. So she tells Jongin, whispers it in her ear as she fucks her open on her fingers.
Sehun relishes every hitch of Jongin's breath, every whimpering moan and broken cry that she chokes down. When Jongin comes, she does it silently, holding her breath and trembling as her weight drops onto Sehun's thigh. Sehun gently removes her hand, wincing a little because she has a cramp from holding that position too long. She makes sure Jongin is looking right at her as she sticks her fingers in her mouth, licking away everything with a low moan before slowly pulling them out.
Jongin whines, pulling Sehun in for a kiss. "Home," she demands.
“Home,” Sehun repeats, barely remembering to pick up her bookbag before they sprint toward the dorms.
For: anonymous
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sehun/Jongin
Length: 1150w
Warning: female Jongin and Sehun
Summary: Sehun's been studying way too much lately.
Sehun is sitting in the library, a long blonde strand of hair curled around her finger as she stares blankly at the thick reference book in front of her. To the casual observer, she’s reached that point where nothing is sinking in and she’d be better off either giving up for the evening or making the two block walk to the nearest coffee shop. With exams looming, she’s been wound so tight, stressed enough to give herself headaches that won’t go away despite the number of painkillers she’s popped.
It’s probably the main reason (amongst several dozen other reasons), that Jongin is under the small desk Sehun is sitting at, her face nestled quite comfortably between Sehun’s thighs. Skilled fingers pluck at the fabric of her soaked underwear, pushing the material aside instead of taking them off. Sehun’s knuckles go white as she clenches the side of the desk, lifting her head to glance around and make sure no one’s watching. It isn’t as if Jongin is visible from her position, but it doesn’t stop Sehun from checking. The last thing she needs is to get banned from the campus library with two years still to go.
Ugh, two more years.
Sehun groans, but it cracks and ends with a low moan as her head falls forward. Jongin’s tongue is warm and so very wet as it drags through her folds slowly, as if savoring the way Sehun tastes. “Every girl tastes different, Sehun,” Jongin had told her just after they started dating. “And I want to memorize how you taste.” That was months ago yet Jongin still goes down on her like she has a purpose.
Shuddering, Sehun has to sink teeth into her bottom lip to keep from whimpering now that Jongin has her tongue over her clit, languidly circling the sensitive area as if she has all the time in the world. Sehun shifts her hips down, hoping to clue Jongin in that she needs fast and hard, not slow and sweet. Jongin gets the message; her hands pry Sehun’s thighs apart further, skirt riding higher as the pressure doubles. Sehun sneaks her hand under the desk, running fingers through Jongin’s hair so she feels like she has at least some control over the situation and she feels Jongin's smile.
The heel of Sehun's foot slips and she gasps, worried about drawing attention to herself with the way she squirms, keeps breathing in deeply through her nose and out her mouth. Jongin switches it up, tongue moving south and Sehun whimpers, tries to keep her wits about her as she fights every urge to grind into Jongin's face.
Sehun’s thighs begin trembling as Jongin tongue fucks her, the pad of her thumb rubbing insistently over Sehun’s clit until she can’t take it anymore. She nearly sobs when her orgasm hits, her head falling back and entire body shaking through it. Jongin doesn't stop until Sehun stills, the fingers in her hair letting up so she can slide out from under the desk.
Jongin doesn't even seem to care if anyone notices her crawling out, more focused on sucking the tip of her thumb into her mouth and smiling around it as she winks at her girlfriend. Sehun groans and weakly closes her textbook. Damn if she's going to get anything else done when Jongin looks so good with her flush cheeks and lips so shiny. She tugs on her hand and the two stumble out of the library together, hand in hand.
It's still warm enough outside for Sehun not to be freezing in her skirt, although the breeze against the damp spot on her panties is cold. She shudders, squeezing Jongin's hand so they speed up. Sehun desperately wants to get Jongin back to their dorm so she can fuck her. It's the least she can do seeing as Jongin's been very understanding of her general moodiness the last few weeks.
The anticipation simmers under Sehun's skin, makes her clench her thighs together when they stop at the corner to wait for the light because the very idea is making her throb between her legs. Jongin looks at her in confusion, tugging on her to keep going and Sehun really can't take it. There's a dark alcove not far from where they are and Sehun drags Jongin over to it, stopping when they get into the far back corner.
Her bookbag hits the ground and Jongin opens her mouth to ask what's going on, but Sehun pushes her against the cold stone and kisses her hard. Their teeth push uncomfortably against their lips for the half second their mouths are closed. Sehun moans when she gets a taste of Jongin's tongue, of her taste on Jongin's tongue. She wedges a leg between Jongin's thighs and pushes up, swallowing down Jongin's whimper.
She lets Jongin move at her own speed, the material of their skirts falling to mostly cover what they're doing if anyone were to glance over. Jongin rocks her hips and Sehun can feel how wet she is, how swollen she is from arousal and she can't help herself. Jongin pulls away from Sehun's mouth to moan when Sehun slips fingers into her panties and drags them over her slowly, the tip of her nail teasing where Jongin's clit pokes through.
Jongin runs a hand up Sehun's shirt, kneading her breast before pulling the cup of her bra down so she can get at her nipple. She rolls it in her fingers, teases and pinches as Sehun's breathing picks up speed.
Sehun dips two fingers into Jongin's pussy, pushing them inside with ease and Jongin moans so loud it echoes. Neither of them care, Sehun pumping her hand and Jongin rocking hard to press her deeper, faster. All Sehun wants is to drop to her knees and make Jongin come with her mouth, take her clit between her lips and suck until Jongin screams her name over and over. So she tells Jongin, whispers it in her ear as she fucks her open on her fingers.
Sehun relishes every hitch of Jongin's breath, every whimpering moan and broken cry that she chokes down. When Jongin comes, she does it silently, holding her breath and trembling as her weight drops onto Sehun's thigh. Sehun gently removes her hand, wincing a little because she has a cramp from holding that position too long. She makes sure Jongin is looking right at her as she sticks her fingers in her mouth, licking away everything with a low moan before slowly pulling them out.
Jongin whines, pulling Sehun in for a kiss. "Home," she demands.
“Home,” Sehun repeats, barely remembering to pick up her bookbag before they sprint toward the dorms.