Little Surfer Girl [3/4]
Pairing: fem!Xiumin/Sehun (fem!Lay/trans!Tao as a side brOTP, trans!Tao/Chen as a summer fling, Fem!Suho/Chen as siblings, fem!Luhan/fem!Xiumin as siblings, mentions of: side Kris/fem!Luhan, fem!Suho/trans!Tao, Kai/Kris as friends)
Chapter-specific Word Count: 2,018
Chapter-specific rating: NC-17
Genre: Fluff, smut, romance, angst, comfort, High school AU, het
Chapter-specific warnings: weed, teenager (17-18 year old) sex, mentions of teenage drinking
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2
The next four days continued in a cycle that consisted of cooking, shopping, smoking weed and hookah, drinking sangria, surfing and walking in on Tao and Jongdae doing something that should've been done in his bedroom.
(The first night Meixing, Sehun and Minah came home from the beach, they had found Paella and Sangria on the table...and Jongdae bending over Tao, fucking him mercilessly on the counter. Sehun snickered as Mei yelled at them and Minah forced them to clean every inch of the kitchen. Twice. Didn't stop them from continuing on later. That night, Minah, Mei and Sehun went to bed to the sounds of Tao screaming "Oh p-please, fuck my holes d-daddy! Ah!" )
The next four days also consisted of Sehun and Minah avoiding each other's eyes after the kiss that took place when Sehun successfully stayed on his board. Anytime their eyes met after that, they quickly looked away and their faces burned scarlet like something out of a cliched Young Adult story in the back of some stank public library. Sehun went to bed that night wondering what the hell that was, exactly. Did Minah feel the same about him all this time? If not, then was it just a kiss, like the ones she gives Tao and Meixing? Those thoughts would continue for the next four nights.
On their second to last night, Tao and Meixing decided to go on a playdate to dinner and the movies since Jongdae was working and Mei wanted to go out, leaving Sehun by himself. Minah decided to stay behind earlier and she hadn't come back yet. Sehun walked behind the house to the beach, bubbler, bottled water, and kush in pocket and saw that Minah was already sitting on the beach by herself, wetsuit peeled off and surfboard free of wax.
"Hey." Sehun cautiously walked up to her. Minah turned around, her eyes widening slightly but soon replaced with a smiling set of eyes. "Hey, kiddo. What's up?" Sehun sat down beside her on the beach blanket and starting preparing his bubbler and packing the bowl with weed and more kief. "Nothing much." He lit the bowl and inhaled deeply. He inhaled once more and waited before exhaling. He tapped Minah's arm and offered the bowl to her. As she took a hit, Sehun asked the burning question:
"So, why did you kiss me?"
Minah choked on the smoke, coughing violently and taking a swig of the water bottle. "Right...um." Minah took another hit. "I just..y'know, got carried away." She passed the bowl back to Sehun. "I was really happy for you and I...just did it." Sehun eyed her face as he took a hit and passed it back. "I'm calling bullshit. That was no 'happy for you' kiss." Minah squinted at him. "Well, don't even start complaining because you kissed me back." Another silence fell between them and this one wasn't a comfortable one. It was heavy and burdensome and filled with words that Sehun wouldn't say until three cashed bowls later and some small talk.
"Maybe I thought I would never get this chance."
Minah looked at Sehun in with confusion on her face. "It's something I've wanted for so fucking long. I never thought I would get to, and I did and I...w-wanted it to fucking last. I don't know." Sehun ruffled his hair in frustration. "Do what?" Minah inquired. "Kiss you. I--" Sehun never got to finish whatever he was about to say; his words disappeared on Minah's lips.
She tightened her hold on Sehun's collar as they searched each other's mouths for answers to questions unsolved. Minah's tongue glided along Sehun's lower lip and Sehun relished in the sensation. They broke the kiss to breathe and Sehun looked into Minah's eyes for something, anything. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips were rosy, and her eyes smiled and sparkled in the oncoming nighttime. Minah laid down and Sehun took the opportunity to take off his tank and climbed on top of Minah, nestling his head in the crevice of her neck; leaving rough future bruises and gentle kisses in the dip of her collarbone.
Minah's hands flurried about in Sehun's hair and down his back. Her breathing grew heavy, moans stuck in her throat. Sehun felt himself harden at the taste of her tanned skin: salty and sweet, seawater and vanilla bean. He stopped at the valley between her breasts and reached up to pull her bikini top loose. Minah quickly disposed of the garment, throwing it the same vicinity as Sehun's tank. Sehun's tongue danced around Minah's left nipple as his long fingers rolled the right nipple between his fingers. Minah's back arched and a soft whimper left her lips. So her tits are sensitive, Sehun smirked, good to know. His mouth worked itself onto her right breast, sucking it into the wet heat of his mouth and being absolutely merciless.
"P-please..." Minah cried out. "Please?" Sehun asked cheekily. "Please....please touch me. Please, Sehun--ah!" Without knowing how, Minah watched her bottoms fly over her head onto the sand behind her and now Sehun had placed himself between her legs, pressing innocent kisses to her inner thighs and slowly closing in on her sweet heat. It was growing darker and darker, so Sehun couldn't see much but what he could see was absolutely beautiful. He outlined her outer lips with kitten licks, and spiraled his tongue toward her clit. "F-fuck! I want it....I want it so bad, 'hun..." Minah sobbed. Sehun ghosted over Minah's clit before finally showering the nub with copious amounts of attention, while he pushed into her entrance with one finger, followed by another and found her G-spot. Minah was writhing on the beach blanket, sweat dropping in beads off her forehead, babbling about wanting more. She pawed at her breasts, to try and stimulate herself even further and Sehun used his left hand to help her.
Neither of them had gone this far before, with their expertise going as far as drunken make out sessions with friends because they were dared or because they didn't give a fuck. Keeping in mind that she had never done this, Sehun carefully removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue. That had driven Minah to the deep end, thrashing and crying for Sehun's touch. She tasted thick and sweet on Sehun's tongue as he curled the muscle into her one last time. She came in convulsions on his tongue, crying out Sehun's name her wetness dripping down Sehun's face. Sehun felt his cock twitch at the sound of her moaning and the sensation of her muscles tightening around his tongue.
Minah panted, attempting to catch her breath. Both of them stared at each other for a minute, eyes adjusting to the moonlight and taking in the sight of one another. They then quickly grabbed everything and ran back to the house.
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They dumped everything on Sehun's floor and reached for one another, kissing each other hungrily and deeper than before. Sehun was already hard and at the sight of Minah lying on his bed, completely naked, sunkissed skin and copper hair glowing in the moonlight, he had to have her NOW.
"Hold on one second." Sehun ran out of the room. Minah blinked at the empty space where Sehun was and shot Sehun a confused look when he came back in. "I knew Tao would have to be carrying." Both of them laughed at the foil packet Sehun held up. Safety first. Sehun took off whatever remaining clothing was left on him and rolled the condom carefully onto himself. He positioned himself at Minah's entrance. "Are you sure?" Minah reached up and kissed him softly, nodding her consent. He quickly made sure she was properly prepped so that she wouldn't bleed or feel too much pain, and pushed himself into her. Minah sobbed out, a painful cry mingled with a pleasurable whimper. Sehun nearly came at how warm and tight she was. He waited and kissed away the tears that rolled down her cheeks before slowly beginning to move. His thrusts were awkward as he tried to find a rhythm they could move at. The pain slowly ebbed away and Minah reached up to meet his thrusts. Eventually, Sehun got the hang of it and started moving a little faster, finding a tempo that could only fit the two of them.
"Deeper. Harder, Sehun. Please. Oh god." Minah gasped in between loud, unrestrained moans. Sehun's hip bucked and rolled as he rutted deep into Minah. The sight of her twisting and writhing underneath her nearly drove him mad. He wanted to hear more of her whimpers. Sehun pulled out and left the bed, turning Minah to face him. He picked her up to lower her back onto his cock, bright red and twitching. Minah wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, closing her eyes so tight that spots formed behind her eyelids. Minah shyly buried her head in Sehun's neck. "I love you." The words rang in Sehun's ears. They soaked into his skin. She loved him. "And I love you, Minah." Sehun stood and held her up, his fingers pressing into her thighs and leaving finger-sized bruises; he fucked her with no restraint, her hair tickling his hands as she bounced on his cock. He fastened his mouth onto her nipple, bringing it to full attention with his warm tongue. He had dreamt about this moment for so long, he stroked himself in the shower over the sight of her beautiful tits bouncing with every thrust into her warm, pliant body. None of it compared to this moment. "AH! FUCK. SEHUN! MORE, PLEASE! I WANT MORE!" Minah all but screamed at the pleasure that flowed through her body. Sehun was sure the neighbors knew his name by now. Good. A low growl rumbling from Sehun's throat at the thought and at the feeling of her muscles tightening around him once again.
Soon, Sehun laid Minah back down onto the bed and continued to fuck her, to thrust into feverishly, the sweat dripping off his body. The sounds of moans, whimpers, words of love, and skin slapping against skin combined to fill the room completely. Minah kissed him deep, moaning praises of love and want into his mouth. The heels of her feet dug into his back as she keened at an obscene volume. His balls tightened, a sign he was going to come soon. He didn't want to come. He wanted to stay inside of her, he wanted to make this moment last. "FUCK. So fucking thick. I-it's too much. I c-can't!" Minah cried. "Let go, let it go baby." Sehun cooed in Minah's ear, kissing her earlobe. Minah came loudly for a second time, back arched off the bed. Sehun followed after, his hips stuttering, hard thrust after hard thrust. She looks so pretty when she comes, he thought.
Sehun lifted himself up and looked down at Minah: her face wet with sweat and tears, her skin flushed, her breasts heaving as she catches her breath, her hair draped around her, making her look small and frail. She looked at him, her big eyes peering in his and her pupils dialated from the weed. Sehun slid himself out of her and tossed out the tied-up condom. Minah still laid there, making no sound. Eyes roaming around the room, stopping to look at Sehun. Looking for some kind of reassurance.
Sehun climbed into bed and carefully placed the blankets around Minah, wiping away leftover tears that spilled down her dumpling cheeks. Minah turned around and quickly burrowed herself into Sehun's chest, resulting in a soft chuckle from Sehun. He pressed comforting and intimate kisses to her mouth, her nose, her eyes, her forehead. Sehun wrapped his arms around Minah's small frame. Holding her tight and saying nothing. Nothing needs to be said here. No cliched love story pillow talk between them. Just a comfortable silence followed by a irrational but understandable fear of the morning after.
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Chapter-specific Word Count: 2,018
Chapter-specific rating: NC-17
Genre: Fluff, smut, romance, angst, comfort, High school AU, het
Chapter-specific warnings: weed, teenager (17-18 year old) sex, mentions of teenage drinking
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2
The next four days continued in a cycle that consisted of cooking, shopping, smoking weed and hookah, drinking sangria, surfing and walking in on Tao and Jongdae doing something that should've been done in his bedroom.
(The first night Meixing, Sehun and Minah came home from the beach, they had found Paella and Sangria on the table...and Jongdae bending over Tao, fucking him mercilessly on the counter. Sehun snickered as Mei yelled at them and Minah forced them to clean every inch of the kitchen. Twice. Didn't stop them from continuing on later. That night, Minah, Mei and Sehun went to bed to the sounds of Tao screaming "Oh p-please, fuck my holes d-daddy! Ah!" )
The next four days also consisted of Sehun and Minah avoiding each other's eyes after the kiss that took place when Sehun successfully stayed on his board. Anytime their eyes met after that, they quickly looked away and their faces burned scarlet like something out of a cliched Young Adult story in the back of some stank public library. Sehun went to bed that night wondering what the hell that was, exactly. Did Minah feel the same about him all this time? If not, then was it just a kiss, like the ones she gives Tao and Meixing? Those thoughts would continue for the next four nights.
On their second to last night, Tao and Meixing decided to go on a playdate to dinner and the movies since Jongdae was working and Mei wanted to go out, leaving Sehun by himself. Minah decided to stay behind earlier and she hadn't come back yet. Sehun walked behind the house to the beach, bubbler, bottled water, and kush in pocket and saw that Minah was already sitting on the beach by herself, wetsuit peeled off and surfboard free of wax.
"Hey." Sehun cautiously walked up to her. Minah turned around, her eyes widening slightly but soon replaced with a smiling set of eyes. "Hey, kiddo. What's up?" Sehun sat down beside her on the beach blanket and starting preparing his bubbler and packing the bowl with weed and more kief. "Nothing much." He lit the bowl and inhaled deeply. He inhaled once more and waited before exhaling. He tapped Minah's arm and offered the bowl to her. As she took a hit, Sehun asked the burning question:
"So, why did you kiss me?"
Minah choked on the smoke, coughing violently and taking a swig of the water bottle. "Right...um." Minah took another hit. "I just..y'know, got carried away." She passed the bowl back to Sehun. "I was really happy for you and I...just did it." Sehun eyed her face as he took a hit and passed it back. "I'm calling bullshit. That was no 'happy for you' kiss." Minah squinted at him. "Well, don't even start complaining because you kissed me back." Another silence fell between them and this one wasn't a comfortable one. It was heavy and burdensome and filled with words that Sehun wouldn't say until three cashed bowls later and some small talk.
"Maybe I thought I would never get this chance."
Minah looked at Sehun in with confusion on her face. "It's something I've wanted for so fucking long. I never thought I would get to, and I did and I...w-wanted it to fucking last. I don't know." Sehun ruffled his hair in frustration. "Do what?" Minah inquired. "Kiss you. I--" Sehun never got to finish whatever he was about to say; his words disappeared on Minah's lips.
She tightened her hold on Sehun's collar as they searched each other's mouths for answers to questions unsolved. Minah's tongue glided along Sehun's lower lip and Sehun relished in the sensation. They broke the kiss to breathe and Sehun looked into Minah's eyes for something, anything. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips were rosy, and her eyes smiled and sparkled in the oncoming nighttime. Minah laid down and Sehun took the opportunity to take off his tank and climbed on top of Minah, nestling his head in the crevice of her neck; leaving rough future bruises and gentle kisses in the dip of her collarbone.
Minah's hands flurried about in Sehun's hair and down his back. Her breathing grew heavy, moans stuck in her throat. Sehun felt himself harden at the taste of her tanned skin: salty and sweet, seawater and vanilla bean. He stopped at the valley between her breasts and reached up to pull her bikini top loose. Minah quickly disposed of the garment, throwing it the same vicinity as Sehun's tank. Sehun's tongue danced around Minah's left nipple as his long fingers rolled the right nipple between his fingers. Minah's back arched and a soft whimper left her lips. So her tits are sensitive, Sehun smirked, good to know. His mouth worked itself onto her right breast, sucking it into the wet heat of his mouth and being absolutely merciless.
"P-please..." Minah cried out. "Please?" Sehun asked cheekily. "Please....please touch me. Please, Sehun--ah!" Without knowing how, Minah watched her bottoms fly over her head onto the sand behind her and now Sehun had placed himself between her legs, pressing innocent kisses to her inner thighs and slowly closing in on her sweet heat. It was growing darker and darker, so Sehun couldn't see much but what he could see was absolutely beautiful. He outlined her outer lips with kitten licks, and spiraled his tongue toward her clit. "F-fuck! I want it....I want it so bad, 'hun..." Minah sobbed. Sehun ghosted over Minah's clit before finally showering the nub with copious amounts of attention, while he pushed into her entrance with one finger, followed by another and found her G-spot. Minah was writhing on the beach blanket, sweat dropping in beads off her forehead, babbling about wanting more. She pawed at her breasts, to try and stimulate herself even further and Sehun used his left hand to help her.
Neither of them had gone this far before, with their expertise going as far as drunken make out sessions with friends because they were dared or because they didn't give a fuck. Keeping in mind that she had never done this, Sehun carefully removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue. That had driven Minah to the deep end, thrashing and crying for Sehun's touch. She tasted thick and sweet on Sehun's tongue as he curled the muscle into her one last time. She came in convulsions on his tongue, crying out Sehun's name her wetness dripping down Sehun's face. Sehun felt his cock twitch at the sound of her moaning and the sensation of her muscles tightening around his tongue.
Minah panted, attempting to catch her breath. Both of them stared at each other for a minute, eyes adjusting to the moonlight and taking in the sight of one another. They then quickly grabbed everything and ran back to the house.
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They dumped everything on Sehun's floor and reached for one another, kissing each other hungrily and deeper than before. Sehun was already hard and at the sight of Minah lying on his bed, completely naked, sunkissed skin and copper hair glowing in the moonlight, he had to have her NOW.
"Hold on one second." Sehun ran out of the room. Minah blinked at the empty space where Sehun was and shot Sehun a confused look when he came back in. "I knew Tao would have to be carrying." Both of them laughed at the foil packet Sehun held up. Safety first. Sehun took off whatever remaining clothing was left on him and rolled the condom carefully onto himself. He positioned himself at Minah's entrance. "Are you sure?" Minah reached up and kissed him softly, nodding her consent. He quickly made sure she was properly prepped so that she wouldn't bleed or feel too much pain, and pushed himself into her. Minah sobbed out, a painful cry mingled with a pleasurable whimper. Sehun nearly came at how warm and tight she was. He waited and kissed away the tears that rolled down her cheeks before slowly beginning to move. His thrusts were awkward as he tried to find a rhythm they could move at. The pain slowly ebbed away and Minah reached up to meet his thrusts. Eventually, Sehun got the hang of it and started moving a little faster, finding a tempo that could only fit the two of them.
"Deeper. Harder, Sehun. Please. Oh god." Minah gasped in between loud, unrestrained moans. Sehun's hip bucked and rolled as he rutted deep into Minah. The sight of her twisting and writhing underneath her nearly drove him mad. He wanted to hear more of her whimpers. Sehun pulled out and left the bed, turning Minah to face him. He picked her up to lower her back onto his cock, bright red and twitching. Minah wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, closing her eyes so tight that spots formed behind her eyelids. Minah shyly buried her head in Sehun's neck. "I love you." The words rang in Sehun's ears. They soaked into his skin. She loved him. "And I love you, Minah." Sehun stood and held her up, his fingers pressing into her thighs and leaving finger-sized bruises; he fucked her with no restraint, her hair tickling his hands as she bounced on his cock. He fastened his mouth onto her nipple, bringing it to full attention with his warm tongue. He had dreamt about this moment for so long, he stroked himself in the shower over the sight of her beautiful tits bouncing with every thrust into her warm, pliant body. None of it compared to this moment. "AH! FUCK. SEHUN! MORE, PLEASE! I WANT MORE!" Minah all but screamed at the pleasure that flowed through her body. Sehun was sure the neighbors knew his name by now. Good. A low growl rumbling from Sehun's throat at the thought and at the feeling of her muscles tightening around him once again.
Soon, Sehun laid Minah back down onto the bed and continued to fuck her, to thrust into feverishly, the sweat dripping off his body. The sounds of moans, whimpers, words of love, and skin slapping against skin combined to fill the room completely. Minah kissed him deep, moaning praises of love and want into his mouth. The heels of her feet dug into his back as she keened at an obscene volume. His balls tightened, a sign he was going to come soon. He didn't want to come. He wanted to stay inside of her, he wanted to make this moment last. "FUCK. So fucking thick. I-it's too much. I c-can't!" Minah cried. "Let go, let it go baby." Sehun cooed in Minah's ear, kissing her earlobe. Minah came loudly for a second time, back arched off the bed. Sehun followed after, his hips stuttering, hard thrust after hard thrust. She looks so pretty when she comes, he thought.
Sehun lifted himself up and looked down at Minah: her face wet with sweat and tears, her skin flushed, her breasts heaving as she catches her breath, her hair draped around her, making her look small and frail. She looked at him, her big eyes peering in his and her pupils dialated from the weed. Sehun slid himself out of her and tossed out the tied-up condom. Minah still laid there, making no sound. Eyes roaming around the room, stopping to look at Sehun. Looking for some kind of reassurance.
Sehun climbed into bed and carefully placed the blankets around Minah, wiping away leftover tears that spilled down her dumpling cheeks. Minah turned around and quickly burrowed herself into Sehun's chest, resulting in a soft chuckle from Sehun. He pressed comforting and intimate kisses to her mouth, her nose, her eyes, her forehead. Sehun wrapped his arms around Minah's small frame. Holding her tight and saying nothing. Nothing needs to be said here. No cliched love story pillow talk between them. Just a comfortable silence followed by a irrational but understandable fear of the morning after.
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