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You’re breathless the moment he sinks his cock into you, body bent over his desk as your breasts push the CEO’s paperwork over the glossy wooden surface. Your hands even more so as you struggle to hold on to something, anything to keep your mind focused on not being too loud in case his nosy secretary is listening in. Not like it’s abnormal for you to show up at your husband’s office in the middle of the day, craving his affection for a little afternoon delight. 

It certainly gives him a break from the boring work, meetings, and filling out forms, which he makes clear he desperately needs as he pushes your sundress higher over your hips just so he can grab a palmful of your ass. 

“Fuck, baby,” he groans into the air, head falling back and you wish you could see his lust-filled expression as he begins to work his cock in and out of your dripping cunt. Wish you could see him biting his lip to keep quiet. To see his sleeves rolled up, strong arms with veins protruding to hold you against the desk, keeping you in place as he slowly, and deeply, begins burying himself inside of you. “You feel so fucking good.” The words are strained as if he’s holding back in fear of losing control, or at least giving away the boss is fucking his wife to all of the employees just outside the door. 

“Harder,” you cry out in a hushed command, his name following soon after. The warmth bubbles between your legs with every thrust of his cock inside you. It becomes difficult to keep quiet, wanting to moan to the heavens and tell him how incredible he feels fucking you like this. 

The fact that anyone could hear just by walking a bit too close to the office door makes it all the more thrilling. You know it’s not locked. Anyone could walk in, but it makes it even hotter. And you’re already beyond worked up just from feeling so full of him, a tight grip on your hips keeping you in place as he buries himself inside your cunt over and over.

“So fucking wet,” he groans out, not caring about the noises either of you make. As if anyone would cross the boss like that or question his actions. No, you have nothing to worry about being married to such a powerful man, getting to fuck at your leisure whenever the mood strikes. “So fucking good, sweetheart.”

His praises send a rush of heat through your body. You know you won’t last long, yet you’re so eager to come around his drenched cock. A hand reaches between your legs. Fingers find your clit. It’s enough to send you barrelling toward the edge. Papers spill over the desk as you drip over his cock. A few pens scattered over the floor, but neither of you care about the mess you’re making. 

“I’m… I’m coming,” you cry out, louder than usual as the tightness in the pit of your stomach takes hold. Pleasure spirals out of control between your thighs, warmth rushing through your body as your knees quiver. His name bounces off the walls from your desperate lips, loving the feel of his thick cock inside you as your pussy spasms around him.

It’s all he can do to hold out. His head falls back, curses fill the air. Feeling your walls gripping his cock sends him over the edge, getting lost in spilling himself inside your soaked pussy. His hips quicken in pace for a moment before the bliss takes over, hot cum filling you until neither of you can take anymore. 

Your body goes weak beneath him as he rests his hands on each side of your head. Quick breaths are the only thing either of you hear, panting until you can both finally regain your composure. As reality sets in, he can’t help but to chuckle as he takes in the mess over his desk. You’re a little worn out from the afternoon quickie, but you soon settle in his arms as he grabs hold of you to pull you close.

“Do you ever wonder if they can hear?” you ask him as he kisses your forehead, reality setting in also making you question whether the two of you ever have an audience or not. A wide smile spreads over his lips.

“I know they can,” he replies with a smirk. “You’re not exactly quiet when you come, sweetheart.”

Your jaw drops, a pout taking over your features which only makes him laugh more. 

“Don’t worry,” he says before giving you another quick kiss, “it wouldn’t be as much fun if they couldn’t.”

You have to admit, he’s right.

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In the middle of your nightly face routine, he always seems to make an appearance. Whether it’s to tell you how beautiful you look, kiss you on the back of your head, or even tease you by pulling you close and slipping a hand into your panties. He wastes no time expressing his neediness, feeling the thickness of his arousal pressing against you while his fingers roam between your thighs, slipping over your folds, dipping into the creamy nectar he’s earned.

You breathe his name as your eyes flutter to a close. He’s so good at causing you to melt into his embrace. All it takes is a few strokes of his fingers over your slit. Your body craves him, coming alive with desperate heat, feeling the pleasure begin to rise.

“So wet already for me, baby,” he says in a whisper against your ear, leaning down to hear the way you begin to whimper his name. How you rock your hips against his hand doesn’t go unnoticed, causing him to chuckle, though he takes his time working you up. “Your pussy feels so good like this, so wet and warm and ready for me.”

He continues to tease with his deliciously sinful words spoken between your heavy exhales and sighs. Your hand drops to his arm with a tight squeeze the moment he finds your clit, eyes opening just enough to see the outline of your bodies in the vanity mirror before you, the dim lighting of your bedroom casting a warm glow over your skin hot with pleasure.

“Does it feel good, baby?” he asks after circling your clit a few times, fingers dropping to your entrance just to feel the juices pooling there. He can’t help but to groan, feeling the slickness of your arousal against his skin, knowing he’s the reason you’re on the edge of bliss. “Do you like it when I fuck you with my fingers like this?”

With that, he pushes the digits inside of your heat, making your legs tremble as a gasp fills the room. Your fingernails dig into his arm, feeling his muscles tense as he holds you close with a strong grip. The feeling of him so close, pleasuring you, fucking you with his fingers, tempts you to open your eyes once more.

Again you take in the two of you in the reflection. A strong, veiny arm wrapped around your body. His hand disappeared inside of the expensive, lace panties he bought you however long ago. His head tilted over your shoulder, mouth dangerously close to your ear just to whisper those dirty words and sinful questions. 

You see the motions of his hand beneath the fabric as he brings his fingers back to your clit. Your legs tremble with weakness from the bliss filling every inch of you as he tends to the swollen nub. You can’t pull your eyes away from the two of you in the mirror.

“Answer me, baby,” he reminds you of his earlier question, making you realize you’ve lost track of time in his embrace. The pleasure begins to grow, heat building inside of your body as you squeeze your thighs around his hand. “Getting close? Going to come all over my fingers?”

“Yes,” is all you can manage, the word ripped off your tongue as you throw your head back. He pulls you even closer with his free arm, holding your body still, keeping you in place as the bliss begins to bubble over.

“Come for me, baby,” he encourages, continuing to play in the juices between your legs, “come all over my fingers, I want to feel it.”

You can’t help but to obey. The pleasure swells and overflows as you cry out his name. It’s all too much, growing dizzy yet feeling the vibrations of your orgasm flowing through your body. You writhe and tremble in his hold, and he doesn’t even think about letting you go until he starts to feel you go limp.

Carefully, he guides you to the bed on your shaking legs, helping you get comfortable enough to catch your breath. He places kisses on your forehead and you can’t help but to giggle tiredly in his arms after the pleasure he’s given you. 

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Your meal for the night looks a little nervous, but that’s to be expected. He fiddles with the sleeve of his jacket as he waits for you, every now and then running fingers through his hair or tapping his foot to the floor of the club while biting his lip. It’s his first time, you’re sure of it. First timers are always the most fun.

For a vampire, anyway, and getting to feed on willing humans every night that have a kink for the dark and mysterious makes life so, so much easier for you. For hundreds of years you’ve had to scour the streets in search of food. Shocking when the humans turned this lifestyle into a business, allowing clients with their fetishes for the strange and obscene to get their rocks off for a generous fee. 

It gives you a free meal and some cash in your pocket, so you can’t complain. Sometimes clients want a little extra, but you only offer such services to the ones you find cute.

He is pretty cute, you think as he tells you his name with a wavering voice. Strikingly handsome, if you were being completely honest, but you can’t let your excitement show too much. 

This human follows you to a room in the back of the busy club. The two of you slip between the humans and monsters getting close and acquainted as the music echoes through the corridors. The bass shakes you to your core, and maybe a little excitement as well. It’s been awhile since you’ve been with someone as gorgeous as him.

“Sit,” you instruct the moment you’ve slipped away behind a locked door. Faint sounds of conversations and music can still be heard, but it’s not enough to distract you from your goal. “First time, baby?” With a giggle, you settle next to him on the large, red velvet sofa in the far wall of the room. Around you are black walls decorated with gold ornaments, thick-framed pictures of different creatures in seductive poses, and an assortment of different flogging toys lined up in a row… if you need them. 

“Uh, y-yeah.” Nervously, he mumbles and rubs his palm along the back of his neck. “I’ve never… done anything like this before.”

“Aw,” you coo, leaning closer to brush strands of his soft, silky hair from his forehead. “I’ll take care of you, baby. Promise.”

He releases an anxious chuckle. His eyes fall to the ground. He lacks the confidence to even look you in the eyes.

Maybe he needs a different view, you think. The black, lace robe you adorn falls from your shoulders after tugging on the ribbon around your waist, exposing the blood red lingerie. Your breasts nearly overflow from the cup of your bra, and it’s the first thing he sets his eyes on. Then he follows the curve of your waist to the tiniest little pair of sheer panties, licking his lips and sucking in a sharp breath. 

“So… vampires are your thing?” You ask in a nonchalant tone, reaching for him to rub your palm along his chest. 

“Yes,” he replies in an exhale. “I, uh, don’t mean to… to offend you. As if you’re just an object to be used or anything, but I… I heard about this place from a friend.”

Oh, he’s simply the sweetest. You can’t help but to smirk. So innocent and cute. You resist the urge to tell him you’ll be the one using him as an object. He’s trying his best. 

“I’ve been… a little lonely, lately.” His voice lowers as his eyes fall to the floor. Poor thing. Probably just went through a bad breakup. Maybe there’s a person he needs to forget, and the two sharp points of a vampire’s fangs are just enough to do the job. 

“Well, we can fix that.” With that, you settle closer to him, leaning in so your voice fills his ear in an instant. “What do you like to do for fun?” As you ask, your hand rises to his chest again, brushing your fingers over the exposed skin on his throat. You can feel his blood pumping vigorously just beneath your flesh. You resist from groaning at just the thought of tasting him. You know he’s going to be absolutely delicious. 

“Well,” he begins, clearing his throat and shifting his weight from side to side while gulping.

He rambles a little about the things he loves. It’s an old tactic to get clients to open up. They relax more when talking about something familiar to them, so you listen with all your focus on him. His heart rate slows as he mentions music. A genuine giggle escapes your lips, enjoying his company more than you thought you would. 

“That sounds like a lot of fun,” you tell him honestly, knuckles running along the length of his neck before your fingertips graze the curve of his ear. Suddenly, he’s on edge once more the moment he’s done talking about himself. 

“What about you?” he asks, causing your brows to arch. “What do you do for fun?”

You’ve never had a client want to get to know you before. He really is a sweetheart, you realize. 

“Oh, you know… staying up until dawn, feeding on humans, taking naps in coffins…” A sly smirk crosses your lips as he hangs on to every word. “Typical vampire stuff.”

“Does it hurt?” he questions, lowering his eyes to the two sharp fangs in your mouth. “Getting bitten?”

“Only if you want it to,” you reply, smirk widening while running your fingers slowly through his hair. His body stiffens as he inhales a sharp breath.

“I don’t want it to…”

There’s a jolt of pure, hot need between your legs at his response. “Then, let me make it feel good, baby.”

Suddenly, you’re on your knees before him. He remains tense as he sits before you, but quickly relaxes beneath your touch when your hands run along the length of his strong thighs. You can hear him gulp once more. His heart is racing. Blood pumping. Skin flushed, and all of it makes you want him more. He’s so nervous, so on edge, yet you can see how badly he wants you, not only to fuck him, but to feed from him as well.

You have no problem doing both. “Now, I can tell you’re nervous.” You begin to unfasten his belt buckle before tugging on the button to his jeans. “So I’m going to go slow, and I’m going to explain everything I’m going to do to you, okay?”

All he can do is nod, jaw slacked, eyes full of fiery anticipation. He licks his lips before pushing his jeans down to his feet after kicking off his sneakers. Then he rids himself of his t-shirt, leaving himself in only his black boxer-briefs. Your eyes scan over his flesh, taking in every muscle, every curve until you feel your own mouth watering. 

His hair is ruffled and his lips are glistening as he stares down at you. He never takes his sights off your movements, watching as you reach for the waistband of his boxers and pull them down just enough to free his awaiting length. Your fangs softly sink into your bottom lip at the sight, thick and hard and ready for your mouth.

“I’m going to suck you off,” you tell him, watching his chest rise and fall in rapid motion, “and don’t worry about the fangs. I’m incredibly gentle.” 

With that, you lean in to lick the tip of his length you’re gripping at the base with one hand. His entire body tenses all over again, sucking air between his teeth and not exhaling until you’re slipping the tip past your lips. A few pumps of your fist drives him wild while you tend to the swollen mushroom head, tongue swirling around before taking him farther inside your mouth. 

A deep groan builds in his chest. A few curses follow. He becomes putty in your hands as you expertly suck him off, being mindful of the sharp fangs in your mouth, but he has forgotten all about them. His chest rises and falls in time with your motions, groans and whimpers becoming all the more evident of the pleasure filling his body. 

Then you pull away just as quickly as you began. His eyes pop open as his head rises from the back of the cushioned sofa. 

“Wh-what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, baby,” you coo, leaning back to wipe your mouth, smearing the red lipstick a little over your cheek. “But I don’t want you finishing before the real fun has started.”

Slowly, you climb his body to your feet, mouth hovering just above his until your lips press into his own. You take him in a fiery, passionate kiss to earn a groan vibrating your flesh. His skin is flushed hot and burning with desire as your tongues intertwine a second before you pull away, teeth tugging at his bottom lip to leave him dying for more. 

Hearing his heart pounding in his chest urges you to begin peeling your clothes off, piece by flimsy piece, until your lingerie is on the floor and you’re bare before him. He drinks in the sight of you, hungry vampire before him, looking bloodthirsty as you lick your lips while your fangs appear sharp as ever. His sights lower down your body, burning the image of your naked frame crawling over his own to settle on his lap. 

“Gonna fuck you now, baby,” you groan, reaching between the two of you to grip him in your fist once again. “And I’m going to taste your blood while I do it.”

You hear no protest. He only licks his lips, groans, and tosses his head back to lure you in. You take his invitation happily and hungrily, grinding your body against him while your lips fall to his neck. A few strokes of your hand prep him once again, his length hard and needy and desperate for you to sink down onto him.

Without a word, you do just that, aligning the tip until your entrance engulfs him. Another deep, unsteady groan fills the room as he becomes buried inside your walls, coating his flesh in your arousal. 

“Oh… oh my God,” he whimpers, eyes screwing shut, hands rising to grab hold of you. “Please…” Desperately, he pushes his hips into you, causing you to moan his name and throw your head back. A few rolls of your hips do the both of you good as his hands begin to roam your body. Fingertips ghost over your ribs until he reaches your chest. His thumbs brush over your nipples as you ride him, grinding your body against his own and getting lost in the pleasure.

Though his blood pumps harder, quicker, drawing you into his neck once more. Your pace quickens as you kiss his flesh, listening to him groan, concentrating on the beating of his heart pumping the blood you’re dying to taste. 

“Fuck,” you cry out, bliss filling your body, struggling between the pleasure riding him gives you and the need to feed on him. “I’m… I’m going to bite you… when I… come…” Your mind grows fuzzy, trying to get the words out but he’s hitting so deep inside of you as you roll your hips. Your body trembles as ecstasy takes hold.

He wraps an arm around your back, pulling you in, groaning in your ear, pumping his hips between your shaking thighs. Neither of you will last much longer. He’s high on the experience and you’re getting off to him submitting himself to you so desperately it drives you wild. He wants it just as much as you do. The thought brings you that much closer to the edge.

And just when you feel the bliss bubbling, the tension coiling, and finally the wave of pleasure coursing through your body, you open your mouth wide to pierce his flushed flesh with the sharp points of your fangs. Red hot blood spills onto your tongue just as your release of pleasure coats his flesh, wetter and wetter the more you suck from him.

He tenses and trembles until he’s spilling inside of you, his hot release filling you up just as his blood does the same. Sucking at his neck, you hungrily take enough of his blood to satisfy you completely, only pulling away when you assume he begins to grow weak while coming back down from the high. 

It only takes a few seconds to bounce back from the bliss of feeding, having more energy than before thanks to his blood. However, you’re not done with your client just yet. You take the time to help him clean up, tend to his wounds by healing the openings in his neck with your own blood. You promise him there will be no scars, though he will be fatigued the following day.

He hums softly, still on cloud nine after being fucked and fed on. You don’t blame him, however, knowing a vampire’s fangs can bring their own pleasure with a sense of relaxation in the after effects. And though it pains you to see him go due to him being the most fun you have had with a client in a long time, you’re hopeful to see the sweet, tasty human soon.

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He is always such a tease. Drawing out your pleasure, not giving you what you want or giving in until you are begging, “Please,” with a desperate, breathless voice. 

With his deep, raspy chuckle resonating in your whole body, he lies positioned between your legs, mouth and tongue just inches from where you need him the most. You would have told him to fuck off by then if he wasn’t so absolutely sinful with that tongue of his. Just thinking about it has you dripping against your sheets as you lie naked and impatient beneath him.

You are tempted to take the strands of his hair between your fingers to guide him where he needs to go, but with the way his dark eyes stare up at you from between your thighs, you know his reward will be well worth the wait of his teasing.

You exhale his name, closing your eyes and tilting your head back just in time to feel his hands against your outer thighs, slipping up and down your skin, muscles tightening beneath his palm. 

“Yes, baby?” he answers, playfulness in his tone and you are seconds from getting yourself off if he keeps it up.

“Please,” you beg, voice more breathless than you wanted, showing your need for his mouth to be on you. “Please. I’m so fucking worked up. I just need this.”

“I can tell,” he states, running a finger up your slit from your entrance to coat the tip in your arousal, sending your thighs twitching around his hand from the contact. “I swear I could probably make you come in less than five minutes.”

“Let’s find out,” you whine even more, causing him to chuckle once again as he repeats the motion of caressing up and down your slit, but never daring to touch your clit. You can feel the swollen bud throbbing with desire, with need, with the fact that you are so fucking turned on one touch alone could probably make you come. 

“Patience, baby.”

“I’ve been patient.” You wiggle against the bed. “I just need you. I need to get off.”

“Oh?” he asks, and you can tell in his tone his eyes are wide and his brows are raised. You, on the other hand, still have your eyelids shut, head back, fingers clutching the sheets to refrain from pulling on his hair and burying his head between your thighs yourself, even though you are sure he wouldn’t protest to the act of finally tasting you. “What do you need me to do?”

His finger circles your entrance, making it hard to focus on your words as you speak. “I need your mouth on me.”

“My mouth?” He is good at playing innocent. “What do you want my mouth to do?”

You groan. “…”

“C’mon, baby. Say it and you’ll get what you want.”

“I want you to,” you begin, and pause, feeling your whole body flush, “to make me come with your mouth.”

“And how do you want me to do that?” he asks, then begins placing sweet, soft kisses against your inner thighs as he awaits your answer.

“W-with your tongue.” He knows getting you so worked up will be a reward to him as well. Your head is already spinning with the simplest of touches, of kisses, of strokes with his finger up and down your slit once more until he ever so slowly pushes the digit inside, causing your thighs to threaten to tighten around him.

“What do you want me to do with my tongue, baby?”

You bite down on your bottom lip, realizing he is going to make you explain every dirty and delightful detail. “I want you to taste me.” You gulp, already feeling too hot and embarrassed, but by his groan that fills the room as he pulls his finger from within you only to slip it back in just as slow, you know he is loving every second of it.

“I-I… fuck.” He eases another finger inside of you, causing your words to stutter and your mind to go blank.

“Say it, baby. What do you want me to do with my tongue?”

“I want you,” you moan, unknowingly beginning to push your hips towards him, “to… lick… me.”  Another moan fills the air as he gently pumps his fingers in and out, hearing the sloppy sounds of your arousal mix with his groans from feeling your wetness. 

“Where?” His voice deepens as he asks, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Between my thighs - please.” He isn’t playing fair at this point. Both of you are well aware, but he makes it obvious he doesn’t care and you make it obvious you need him desperately as you blurt out what he wants to hear. “Against my clit. I want you to taste me and make me come. I want it so fucking bad, so please.”

You don’t have time to feel the flood of warmth and embarrassment before he is giving you what you have been begging for, finally burying his face between your thighs, finally licking up your slit with his tongue, and finally pleasuring your clit as your back arches off the bed and you whimper his name in response. 

“Fucking Christ.” He wastes no more time as you cry out, feeling his tongue draw circles around and around before flicking up and down at a rapid pace. Your thighs tighten around his head. Your hands clench the sheets tighter. Your whole body shakes beneath him and it only encourages him to move his tongue faster. His fingers continue working in and out of you, drawing out whimper and moan and cry after cry as he curls them to press against your most sensitive spot. 

“Please,“ you beg, “don’t stop.” And he won’t, not until you are trembling and moaning and coming undone before him to spill out over his mouth. Not until curses mix with whimpers that mix with his name flooding the air. Not until you are taking hold of his hair between your fingers and not until your body tenses and your muscles tighten and you can’t even give him any warning before you are reaching your end. 

By the time the first wave of pleasure surges through you, your hips are bucking against his face. By the time the warmth spreads through your whole body, you have gone too weak to hold onto his hair, muscles relaxing, and moans falling quiet until you slack against the bed. He finally slows his tongue halfway through you reaching your peak, and by the time you go limp with your eyes shut, trying to catch your breath, he pulls away completely to clean himself as he chuckles. 

A few moments pass before you feel his arm drape around your stomach to pull you against his body. You grin to yourself, knowing that even though he is such an unbelievable tease, the reward is definitely always worth the wait.

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You can’t help but to stare at the way the sweat beads over his skin. Gorgeous flesh beneath drops of his hard work racing down his neck distract you from the book in your lap. Not like you could pay much attention to anything else as he cleans your parents’ pool. You’ve read the same sentence five times now. The same page for at least fifteen minutes. The same motions of his muscles, veiny arms netting the leaves without a care. Earbuds in, his favorite song playing that he sometimes mouths the words to.

God, what a work of art. It’s not the sun sparkling against your skin making you so hot in the moment. Maybe not even the sight of him at all, but definitely all the thoughts racing through your mind about him, about you, about the two of you together. 

You’re a mess over him, and you quickly shake your head to rid yourself of the images. You know it’s rude to be ogling the pool boy. He’s only trying to work and make enough to pay bills. You attempt a polite smile as he looks your way for a moment, only to be met with a wide, gorgeous grin that makes your heart flutter. 

Ugh, hot and cute, you think. Mix that with his big, kind heart and it’s a dangerous combo. 

Maybe you’ve held his eyes in your own gaze for a moment too long, because it only takes a second for him to make his way toward you. As your heart races, you sit up in your lounge chair, setting your book to the side, grabbing your lemonade and the extra you’ve prepared him just as he is close enough in range.

“Thirsty?” you ask, raising the ice cold glass toward him, and he happily accepts. 

“Always,” he teases, taking the drink from you in his hand and gulping for a few seconds without hesitation. You watch his head fall back, his throat extended and exposed as he swallows the lemonade. He pulls away, licks his lips, keeping eye contact with you the entire time. “Tastes good.”

It seems as if his words, the deep tone, the hidden meaning insinuated, as well as the smirk afterwards makes your heart drop to your pussy. Heat rushes over you in an instant. Your pulse fills your ears for a second until you can only feel the desperate thumping between your legs. 

“I’m glad,” you muster the confidence to reply in just as much of a cheeky manner. It’s nothing new to flirt with him. In fact, you would assume he enjoys it. He always makes it his mission to chat for a few moments no matter how busy he is, how hot it is, or how many customers he still has to reach by the end of the afternoon. When you’re not around, he even makes a point to ask your parents about you, giving them the excuse that he loves to talk about the books you’re reading, or the music he’s listening to. 

If you didn’t know any better, you would believe he is digging you as much as you’re digging him. Yet, you know he wants to remain professional, so it never goes further than flirtatious remarks, and subtle glances to check one another out. 

You’re certainly giving him just as much of a show in your swimsuit. The cut is low over your breasts, thin, sparkly material barely there that you notice his eyes drop to every now and then. It makes your body even hotter. You can just picture his mouth on you now. His lips pressed to your flesh, kissing your breasts, a tongue flicking out to tease a hardened nipple. Licking, sucking, maybe even biting. God, you would let him do it all. 

“Are you okay?” 

The question pulls you from the vivid daydream just before you begin soaking your swimsuit between your legs. You blink a few times, staring up at him grinning down at you. He’s finished his lemonade, making it obvious as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and then playfully rubs his bare, toned belly as if he is full and satisfied. 

“Uh, huh?” you question, causing him to chuckle with his nose scrunched just enough to make you melt. 

“I asked if you were getting in the pool, or just going to sit there looking beautiful for me.”

For me. The words play again and again in your mind. If it were any other man, you would be running for the hills. But sweet, kind, cute, incredibly hot pool boy only makes you melt further. Your heart drums in your chest. All you can do is look down at your lap and grin, biting your lip to keep from giving away just how much his words get to you. 

“Well…” You think for a moment, knowing he is opening the door to take your flirty relationship to the next level. He’s putting the option in your hands now, making it clear how he feels about you, that he’s into you, and now it’s up to you on what you wish to do next. “Only if you join me…”

When you look up at him, he’s grinning from ear to ear. “Won’t your parents mind? I don’t want to get fired.”

“Please, my parents adore you. My mom goes on and on about the cute and nice pool boy. Plus, they’re gone for the weekend.”

Upon hearing the last remark, his tone shifts. “In that case,” is all he says, extending that beautiful, strong, veiny arm to help you up from your seat. Happily, you accept, gently slipping your palm into his own to feel the hard-working man’s calloused hand. 

He leads you to the pool, continuing to keep your hand in his own as you step slowly down the concrete steps into the water. He follows behind, already in his swim trunks thanks to never knowing when he will need to jump in the water to collect large debris, or maybe unclog a drain. The water is cool and refreshing on your sun-warmed skin, relaxing just enough as you turn back to him.

There’s a grin on his lips as he wades through the pool, raising his soaked hands up to his face to rub the sweat from his flesh before carding his fingers through his hair.

Cute, wet, playful and in the pool with you is not how you expected to start your weekend, but you can’t find a thing to complain about. 

“Feels nice, huh?” he asks, the two of you dancing around one another as you swim about in between the shallow and deep ends. 

“Of course,” you reply, “even better for you, I’m sure. It’s so hot and you’ve been out here for a while.” 

“It’s not too bad,” he admits with a smile. “It’s relaxing work, if I’m being honest. It’s easier when I get to spend time with someone so pretty.”

Once again, he says things only he could get away with. It makes your heart flutter. Warmth spirals from between your legs all over again. He doesn’t give you much time to react before he’s making his way through the water toward you. Face to face, he stares down into your eyes, hesitation in his expression for a split-second before he reaches for you. His hand on your hip, suddenly but softly, pulls you closer to him. You allow him to do as he wishes, making it clear from your smile his careful, gentle motions make you feel safe in his embrace. He takes his time, giving you ample opportunity to turn him away, in which you’re confident he would understand and respect your boundaries.

But you’ve been waiting for this moment, fantasizing about being this close to him from the day you first saw him carrying two big jugs of chlorine like it was nothing. You move closer to him, your grin matching his own. A small giggle escapes your lips. You aren’t sure why. He makes you feel so calm when he’s around. Naturally he relaxes you, and it only takes a few more seconds for your lips to meet his flesh.

He kisses you, softly at first, testing the waters to make sure it’s what you want. When you don’t pull away, and when you actually lean into him, he takes it further. Both hands grip your hips with a delicate touch, his mouth pressing against your own until his tongue parts your lips. You invite him in as he deepens the kiss, tasting sticky, salty sweat on his skin and loving every second of it. 

Your body comes alive. A switch is triggered, heat rushing through you so suddenly all you can do is press yourself against him. And he lets you, pushing him all the way to the side of the pool until he can squat just enough within the water to where you can rest on his lap. It only takes a moment to feel his cock hard against your aching pussy. His kisses deepen just as you begin rolling your hips against him. Teeth nip at your bottom lip a second before he wraps an arm around your body, holding you close, making sure you’re grinding against his hardened length as you rock yourself back and forth.

You whimper, eyes closed, head falling to the side as his mouth begins to wander. You feel his cock against your slit, the hard, rounded tip pressing against your clit, driving you wild, urging you to fall into a pleasurable rhythm until it feels too damn good to stop.

“Keep going, baby,” he encourages you, as if he can read your mind, as if he knows exactly what it is you need. The pleasure swells and if your flimsy bathing suit wasn’t in the way, dying to feel his flesh against your own, you know you would have already come by now. “Ride my cock, just like that.”

His filthy words are spoken just to draw you closer to the edge. Oh how you would love to be anywhere else but the pool with him, no clothes, grinding against his cock, slippery juices coating his flesh. You know there will be time for that later. You need to come now, whimpering his name once again, quiet moans spilling between praises from his lips. He tells you to keep going, asking you how it feels, telling you you’re beautiful and sexy and he wants you so damn badly. 

Quickly, your movements become desperate, heat filling every inch of your body, knowing how close you’re getting. He can sense it from the way you grow quiet, concentrating on the feeling, as well as how your legs tremble and twitch around him. Your hands fall from clinging to his shoulders to touch your own body. Shaking fingers trail down the straps of your swimsuit, running along the curve of your breasts to find your nipples hardened and aching. 

Before you can think about it, you tug on the straps until your breasts bounce free from restraints.

“Fuck…” he mutters, pleasantly surprised at your beautiful tits popping out just for him, fingers digging into your flesh out of pure need to please you. As you grind against his cock, you push your chest forward, inviting him to do as he wishes once again.

And he doesn’t hesitate, head falling down to press his lips to your chest. You can feel yourself become more aroused, hotter, slicker between your thighs, grinding on his hard cock as he begins teasing your nipples. Just as you imagined, he runs his tongue around the erect, sensitive bud before taking it in his mouth, sucking lightly to cause a surge of pleasure to rush through your body.

It all happens too fast. The bliss overwhelms you in an instant. The tension snaps between your thighs in a sweet, euphoric release of red hot pleasure coursing through your body. You lean forward as you come, grabbing onto him and he holds you just as tight. Your hips rocking roughly against him begin to slow, body trembling as the waves of bliss take hold of every ounce of sanity. Whimpers of his name fill the air, causing him to groan in satisfaction from making you come, from making you feel so damn good.

Then it all comes floating down, softly, gently, feeling him kissing your temple, his palm soothing your back. You’re still unsteady so you don’t move, but you’re sure he would keep you there as long as you needed. He’s left you so breathless, all you can do is release a soft chuckle for a few seconds.

“Oh my God…” you finally say, and he laughs in return. “That was… so much better than just fantasizing about it.”

Now he’s laughing a little louder, the warmth of such a sweet voice filling your ears relaxing you even further. 

“I have to agree,” he admits, making it clear he’s thought about the two of you together just as much as you have. 

If that’s the case, you think, you can’t wait to show him what you have fantasized about doing to him in return. 

; optional male lead smut |  ☁️

He paints patterns on your skin with his lips, trailing down your body with need, but taking his time. His mouth presses to your spine. Each kiss is more delicate than the last, warming your body up as you lay on your stomach, soft sheets beneath you, coolness in the air that makes you shiver right along with his touch. 

You giggle his name. You can’t help it. Not with the way he tenderly kisses your body all the way down to your ass. You wiggle beneath him, sensitive from the ticklish nature of his soft and sweet kisses. He loves to watch you get worked up from his mouth alone, knowing he’s only just getting started.

Strong hands grip your sides as he hovers over you to raise your hips from the bed. He carries on while you allow him to do anything and everything he wants to your body, knowing his loving touches take care of you so, so well. 

“Spread your legs, baby.” His deep, needy voice sends a surge of warmth straight between your thighs. An ache settles in your core from him, feeling his lips back on your body once again for a moment between words. “Let me taste your pussy, sweetheart.” 

Another surge of pure heat makes you tremble from the dark desire in his voice. You follow the instructions with an eager whimper, raising your hips along with his help, parting your thighs, putting your dripping cunt on display for him so his tongue can lap up your juices.

He wastes no time doing as promised. His mouth presses your slit, over your entrance, stopping for a moment to taste your honey before diving lower. Your shiver upon the contact. Warmth spirals from your core to the rest of your body as he tastes you. He works his tongue over your clit, swallowing every drop of arousal that drips down to his mouth. He tastes your pussy from behind, earning moans and whimpers of his name, cries for more that beg him not to stop. 

His hands grip your hips tighter, getting lost in the moment and the way you taste. The way you drip on his tongue. How you shiver with every delicious circle around your swollen, aching bud. The cries you release and the way you beg him to come. He loves every second of it as he sucks on your clit.

“Please,” you cry out, hands twisting the sheets, ass rising in the air as you roll your hips against his mouth. “I’m so close,” you gasp, eyes screwing shut, concentrating on the pressure of his thick tongue over your pussy, imagining how it looks in your mind to see him buried between your thighs from behind. 

All he can do is groan against your flesh. He holds you tight, keeping you in place while licking your pussy, massaging your clit with the flat of his tongue until every cry from your mouth or tremble against his hands tells him you’re coming undone. A final gasp filling the room signals the pleasure overwhelming your body, growing weak before him as you ride out the bliss against his tongue.

But he doesn’t pull away, continuing to gather up every drop of slick and salty essence, overwhelming you further until you can take no more. Another gasp fills the room as you’ve grown too sensitive after coming down from the high. You’re shaking in his hands all over again, wiggling in his grasp, whimpering it’s too much until he finally pulls away from you.

With a satisfied, yet sleepy grin, you collapse to the sheets. It doesn’t take long to feel his body press against you from behind, gathering you up in his arms to pull you close to him. You melt into his chest just like you alway do, completely spent from the pleasure and blissfully on cloud nine. 

; optional male lead smut |  ☁️

Maybe you enjoy the breathless moans that fall from his lips more than you should. The way he whimpers his pleas and thrusts his hips into you from below sends a rush of adrenaline through your body. With your drenched slit grinding against his hardened cock, you have him right where you want him, on the edge, desperate for release, flushed with sweat beading against his forehead. 

Your back remains to him from the moment you started this teasing session, with a few glances over your shoulder to check on him, only to see his face twisted in pure bliss. He remains naked, spread on the bed and at your mercy. With urgency, he reaches for your body before his eager hands land on your hips, a simple ‘please’ falling from his lips because he wants to be deep inside of you in the moment. 

“Oh,” you say his name with a giggle, continuing to massage his cock with your dripping pussy, allowing your juices to coat his skin, feeling your swollen clit brush over his shaft. Soon his hands fall from your hips to grip your ass in an attempt to urge you further, but all you can do is chuckle at him. A breathless whimper fills the bedroom once again the moment he pushes his hips beneath you, needy for release while feeling the warmth of your body wrapped around him. 

“I can’t,” he groans, the words strained as they leave his tongue, “please, baby…” 

Heat floods your body from the tremble in the words. Cute and whiny with him being so needy in the moment. It fuels your ego as well as gives you confidence to keep teasing, because in the end you know he loves to be a submissive little puppy for you. He loves when you tease, loves when you have him on edge. 

“Are you going to come?” you ask in an innocent enough tone, feeling his body tense beneath you. His breaths quicken. He whines a little more, digging his fingers into your flesh. Your hips work faster as you grind your body against his length, feeling him twitch beneath you, noticing his balls tighten when he’s only a moment from pure pleasure. He’s right on the edge of release, and you know a little encouragement will do the trick for your needy puppy. “Come for me. I wanna feel you come.”

A strained groan fills in his chest, then he’s tense once again, all before he begins to release thick, white strands of cum against his stomach. He spills over with a whimper, hips bucking, cock stiff as ever. You continue your motions until he’s whining all over again, far too sensitive and completely milked thanks to the slick caress of your drenched slit against him. 

I often imagine Sehun being the Flirt Master who can get anygirl… 

Pairing: Sehun x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 5543 words

Warning: Rough sex, Public sex, Dirty-Dirty talk, Voyeurism

AU: College!AU

Study buddy

Four standard assumptions of perfectly competitive models – One. Economies of scale are… small relative… to the size of the… market. Two. Output… is homogenous. Three. Information… is… soft- and… fluffy. Four. I want to marry you… sweet, cuddly turtle-bunny-cushion. Something hits the elbow you’re leaning your head upon and you shoot up, slightly panicking. Shit. You had fallen asleep. It was only for a minute; you defend yourself in your mind. Nobody saw you, right?

You lift your hands to rub your eyes but stop yourself in the nick of time. You have almost forgotten that you are wearing black eyeliner and mascara. Thank God you remembered just in time – It would have been a catastrophe if you didn’t.

You look around, pinching your eyes a few times instead and examining the endless array of tables that is populated with college students and their college books, notebooks, markers and pencils. During the exam periods, it’s difficult to find a spot left empty. Outside the College library, there’s typically a line of students waiting to claim a seat, even at this unholy hour of nine pm.

You whine silently, staring at the thermos flask in front of you which you emptied about an hour ago. No more coffee. How are you going to survive another three hours of studying when you’re out of fuel? You shake your head, taking a deep inhale afterwards. Ah- you remember. What was that thing?

You look beside you, finding a bottle of water that is laying on the table. Where did that- You look at the other students on your table, all looking down at their books and concentrating diligently on the matter they’re studying. The water bottle has a piece of notebook paper slid underneath the plastic label, you notice. Curious, you pick it up and remove it smoothly from underneath. There’s a note on it.

Water works better to battle fatigue than coffee does. Two litres a day keeps your body hydrated and you’ll feel less tired. Fighting!

The note ends with a self-drawn wink emoticon. Who- You peer your eyes over the students at your table, now finding a- Omo. Hot guy at two ‘o clock smiling at me. Dark brown hair, brown eyes, perfect facial structure, charming smile. You quickly look down at the note again, trying to hide yourself from his piercing stare. Is it his note?

You glance up once more to the guy sitting two seats away from you at the opposite side of the table. He’s still smiling at you. Really handsome! The stranger shakes with his own water bottle, hinting that it was him who rolled it at you. He’s kind, too. You bow to thank him but he still doesn’t let his eyes leave you.

You contemplate for a minute whether to reply to his note. Would that be weird? You wonder. You grasp all your courage together to do so anyways, ripping a piece of paper of your note pad.

Thanks, although I doubt water will save me now. Do you happen to have an instant solution?

You crumple the paper up into a ball and roll the ball towards him. Scared to face him as he opens it, you try to focus on the study material in front of you again. Price takers believe or act as if they can sell or buy as much or as little as they want without affecting the price. In effect they act as if prices are independent of their behaviour. You feel a little tick on the side of your head, followed by the sound of a piece of paper dropping on the wooden table. The stranger has folded an airplane out his note, this time.

No. Sorry :(

You sigh slightly, reaching for the bottle of water and taking a few sips. Maybe because you’re too tired and distracted, you decide to reply to the stranger once more, throwing another crumpled up paper ball at him.

Thanks anyways. For the water and for waking me up. Fighting!

Fifteen minutes pass, you’ve advanced a bit in your studying and it seems to be going well. Occasionally, you steal a few glances at the guy who woke you up. You’re not sure if you’ve seen him on campus before. He’s definitely not from your department; you would know if that was the case.

You rest your head on your palm, your elbow leaning on the table. You start reading the next page, your eyes blinking more often than usual. A firm has market power if it finds it profitable to raise price above marginal cost. The ability of a firm… to profitably raise price above marginal cost… depends on the extent… to which consumers… can substitute… to other… handsome guy… at two ‘o clock…

You’re much faster than the first time to regain your composure, spotting the second water bottle that woke you up. Aish! This is so embarrassing. There’s another note slid underneath the label.

There is one way but you might not be up for it…

This wakes you up. If not just for your interest that’s reaching a peak, it’s for the guy you were dreaming about that’s still trying to help you. Excited, you pick up your pencil, scribbling a new message on it.

Really? Tell me!
PS: Be careful, you’re going to run out of water bottles at this rate.

Instead of crumpling the paper up, you now slid it back under the label of the second water bottle, giving it a gentle push to roll it back at him. When you see it hits his arm, you quickly look down at your book again.

You expect another airplane, but alternatively you see the second water bottle rolling against your college book.

Don’t worry. Stole them from my study buddy next to me. He’s got no clue. Admirable concentration that guy has! Bet he doesn’t even need them.
You look great today, despite being tired. Shame of those earrings though, they don’t compliment your beautiful eyes well.

You blink at his message a few times. Especially at the last part. Has he seen me before? You look down at what you’re wearing. Casual chic sapphire dress. Not any different from what you usually wear during summer. Then you think about your earrings. You can hardly remember which ones you’re wearing.

You hear your phone buzzing on the table. You hover your eyes over the display, discovering a new text message from your best friend who’s sitting five seats away from you.

IS THE OH SEHUN SMILING AT YOU? OMG LUCKY GIRL HE’S SO HAWT!!!!

Oh Sehun? You swear you’ve never heard of him before. Or maybe it does ring a bell somewhere in the back of your mind- you’re not entirely sure. Probably your friend has mentioned him to you before, once or twice. Also, what’s with the caps…

Why, who is he?

You hit send.

!!!! OH C’MON HE’S ONE OF THE MOST POPULAR STUDENTS FROM THE MUSIC AND THEATRE ARTS DEPARTMENT. ALL THE GIRLS WANT HIM. 2^ND YEAR STUDENT OH SEHUN??????!!!!!

You nod at the text message, concluding he is one year older than you since you’re still a first year student. Before you even get the chance to type a reply, you get another text from her.

GO GET HIM!!!!!!!!!!

Is it just you, or is she overreacting, you wonder. She’s crazy. You put your phone away in your backpack that is standing next to your chair on the floor, not bothering to reply. So his name is Sehun, hmmm? You tick the wooden table with your nails.

Do my earrings really not suit me? You take them out and observe them up close, dangling them between your fingers. Silver coloured earrings with blue jewels, is it that bad? Maybe the wrong type of blue? You look back at the stranger at two ‘o clock, now identifiable as Sehun. He’s folding another piece of paper. You try to guess what he’s making, but it’s not until it reaches you with a swift throw, that you discover it to be a butterfly. On its wings, you find his new message.

I was right. You’re even prettier without them. What are you studying?

You’re not slacking off; you’re just being honest with yourself. You’re too tired to study and you’re too interested in Sehun to let go of him, so before you realize, you start an entire message exchange with him using crumpled paper balls, each time receiving a response with a new figure he folds; flowers, animals. Hottie seems skilled in origami.

Stealing water bottles from the guy next to you? Bad boy! Economics. You?

I’m elaborately studying how not to enjoy myself. Thank god you’re here. Economics? You must be a very smart girl. Your passion?

No way! I study economics because well… I’m good at it and that’s where the money is, my dad tells me.

So you’re not studying what you love? What would you study, should money not be a burden in your life later on?
PS: What’s your name?

Dancing! I’d go to a dance school.
PS: It’s (y/n). Yours is Sehun, right?

That’s interesting, (y/n). Cute name btw. Yes, I’m Sehun. Which dancing style? Also, pass me your eraser, I can’t find mine.

Street dance and contemporary dance. Sorry, I know it looks childish… But it’s a really great eraser!

How am I supposed to use this? It’s a Panda! It’s too cute to use! I need my own Panda eraser. It’s amazing.

What are you, a girl? Just use it! Start with its feet then. :D

I can’t believe you used his entire butt… If I’m a girl, are you a boy?

His butt is still white, ok? :’) Just shaped a little flat… Also, I’m definitely not a boy. If anything I am at least a man.

It’s not up to you to decide whether you’re a man or a boy, that’s up to the woman… ME!

Oh that’s rude!

Why, want to be the woman again, (y/n)? J

Yes! You be the boy-

Hey, hey, hey. Don’t label me yet. As a woman, you owe it to me to give me the opportunity to prove myself otherwise~

Now how would you do that, Mr. Oh?

That message has been left without reply by Sehun since ten minutes. Did I go overboard by challenging him… or is it because I used his family name? Maybe he doesn’t like me. You rub your temples with your index fingers, staring upwards to the delicate latticed skylight made out of heavy glass.

The college library is impressive. It has been designed as an atrium, with a large open space in the middle where tables occupy the whole of the centre. Surrounding the study room are columns of book stacks, levelling up four tiers that are closed in via balconies which rise to the skylight.

What are you so disappointed about, (y/n). You don’t even like this guy for real. You just think he’s physically attractive, you admit to yourself. That’s all. You roll your eyes, grunting silently. Another two hours before you allow yourself to give up on studying for the day.

You glance back at Sehun, peeping at what he’s doing. He’s texting. Probably found someone more interesting to talk to. You let your head fall onto your notebook, not even realising how hard the guy in front of you has been pitying you. He raises an eyebrow at you, then nudges you.

“You better go home. You need some sleep”, he says. You jerk your head up, shaking it strongly in protest.

“No, two more hours!” You murmur and empty the first water bottle Sehun gave you. The guy in front of you hisses, but you try to ignore him. Come on. You encourage yourself. That’s when you suddenly remember- Hey, didn’t Sehun know a way to keep me awake? You stretch your arms in the air quickly before ripping off one last piece of paper from your note pad.

Whatever it is that can solve my tiredness-problem, I’m up for it. I need it. Desperately!

There goes nothing, you think as you throw the crumpled paper ball at Sehun. You follow the ball with your eyes until it lands in between him and the table. For a moment you think he has to search underneath the table to find it, but as he picks it up, you realize that it was just resting on his crotch.

The second he reads your note, Sehun smirks at it. It leaves you somewhat confused, he had been ignoring you and now he seems happy to be hearing from you. What in the world? You scratch your head.

Unlike his previous answers, this one arrived exactly like yours, in a crumpled up paper ball. Before opening it up, you steal another glance at him. His eyes are fixed on you, barely blinking and accompanied with a grin. Unlike the first time you noticed him watch you, he seems more confident, more familiar, it is hard to point out for you how different it is exactly. You open the note, finding a rather unexpected answer.

Want to take a break? I think we both deserve one. Leave behind your stuff and FOLLOW ME. Maybe you don’t know this yet, but we’re allowed to leave our seats, you know? From the moment one of the librarians notices we’re gone, we have exactly twenty minutes before they think we’ve left and take away our stuff so they can give our seats to someone else. Let’s have a chat!

You hear Sehun stand up from his seat the moment you finish reading his message. For some reason, you’re excited. He seems a lot of fun to be around. You decide not to waste too much time and get up from your chair, witnessing Sehun has already reached the staircase. You run after him, more precisely you speed-walk after him, staying at a safe distance of several meters.

Your nerves are killing you and you’re not sure why. You recall your best friend telling you how all the girls want him and you feel your heart starting to beat faster; it has been a while since you’ve been alone with a stud like him. You’re curious about him. You’ve only had contact over sheets of paper but you would have no idea what he sounds like or how much his personality differs from his origami exchanges. You would compare it to finally getting to meet a guy you’ve been talking to over the internet.  

You trace the fingers of your left hand over the rails of the balcony as you walk beside it, looking down at the study hall from the top floor and spotting your best friend who is making hand gestures from afar. You’re unable to decipher the weird hand movements she’s making, so you look forward at Sehun, who’s walking confidently with his hands stuffed in his front pockets.

Cute ass. Handsome back posture as well. It’s the first time you take the opportunity to observe thoroughly what he is wearing. Brown dress shoes, blue jeans with holes, white shirt. From the back, he certainly gives off the vibe of a man, you remember the conversation you had with him about being a boy or a man.

It seems almost random when Sehun takes a turn and disappears into one of the columns of book cases at his right. You realize you were too busy eyeing his magnificent bum for you to register which column he walked into, so you’re not all that surprised when you suddenly feel a hand grab your wrist and Sehun yanks you into one of the columns.

“Hey Panda-killer babe, it’s here”, Sehun whispers laughingly and loosens his grip on you slightly as he pulls you further into the column.

The columns aren’t very deep nor wide. Maximum two meters wide and ten meters deep, you estimate. Sehun lets go of you once he has gently dragged you to the middle and you trace your eyes over the titles on the books that are displayed.

“What section is this?” You ask, first attempting to figure it out for yourself. You’ve never been on the top floor of the library before. Books on economics are on the second tier.

“Our section”, Sehun replies. You turn around to face him, finding him leaning against the shelves at the end of the column, close to the wall. He beams his brightest smile at you and you comply, strolling to the end of the column and doing the same. It doesn’t really matter which section it is, you’re here to relax, you realize.

“Right”, you say and you go to stand against the shelves opposite to Sehun, your hands squished between the books and your butt as you lean against the shelves yourself. “I hear you’re in the music and theatre arts department?” you ask.

“Someone’s got resourceful friends”, Sehun laughs. “Tell me, what else do your sources say about me?” Usually you aren’t as straightforward, but because of the paper conversations you’ve had with him, you feel self-assured and comfortable around him to be honest with him.

“That you’re hawt and that all the girls want you”, you say fearless, cracking a smile. “That’s about it”. Despite knowing Sehun for an hour, you have faith that this answer will satisfy him. He looks like the type who knows what he’s worth. Overconfident, having a bit of an ego.

“Interesting sources you’ve got. So what about you? How do you perceive that observation from your friend, (y/n)?” You did not expect this answer, or better, this question. You stare in front of yourself, having to think twice before you realise what he’s asking exactly. Is he asking me whether I think he’s hot? Whether I want him?

Your brain freezes. Never before did you transform so fast from confident to shy by the words of a guy. Unconsciously, you bite your lower lip, tracing the lines of his salacious body and handsome features with your irises. Your heart beats faster again, this time accompanied by your body which starts to tremble nervously. Ooh fuck he’s so freaking hot, is the only sentence your mind can produce but you’re too scared to say it out loud. Even you realize that, in your mind, you’re sounding desperate for him.

“I’m guessing that means you agree”, Sehun says and pushes himself off the book case behind him. In a split second, you feel his hand cup your cheek and his lips crash onto yours. You’re a bit shocked at first, but soon you follow and close your eyes. His lips move slowly, brushing feather-light kisses on yours, allowing you to tune in on the kiss easily. So soft~ And he smells so good.

Sehun rests the fingertips of his free hand on your waist, caressing it soothingly whilst he deepens the kiss. As he tentatively traces your tongue with his, he lets go of his other hand on your cheek and gently draws a line from behind your ear, down your neck, over your soft spot to the middle of your breasts until his digit reaches the piece of sapphire blue fabric you’re wearing.

You don’t recall kisses to be that- fucking delicious. He tastes so goddamn…- You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and unbeknownst yourself, you increase the speed of the kiss, trying to conquer his tongue lustfully. You let your fingers glide through his hair, allowing the maximum of your senses to be absorbed by him fully; his fragrance, his touch, his kiss, the sound of your hungry kisses, everything. Everything is focused on him, him and you.

You hear Sehun fiddling in the bookshelves with the hand that just ran over your sweet spot. Perfectly in sync with the moment where he pulls out a book from the shelves, he pulls away from you and leans against the wall at the end of the column. You’re dumbfounded on how he brutally stopped the kiss, witnessing him opening the book somewhere in the middle, looking down at it and ignoring you, not uttering a single word.

You’re offended by his strange behaviour and want to lash out on him for playing you like this, but before you can collect the right words in your mind, you hear the sound of high heels clicking. You behold the balcony, discovering one of the female librarians pass by. Instantaneously, your anger disappears. He just has good ears. You wait until the librarian is a few columns further before you mock him about it.

“Scared to get caught?” you tease, seeing Sehun stuff the book into the shelves next to him instead of positioning it back into its original location.

“Less than you are”, he says and tugs you over to him so that he traps you in his arms, your back leaning against his chest. With his knuckles, he starts caressing your waist at both sides, repeating the up and down motion that tranquilizes you. “Aren’t you scared of what this bad- boy can do to you?” he whispers in your ear, his voice hoarse and raw. You realize he’s referring back to your own words earlier on, but coming from his mouth, you know he has assigned a different meaning to it. To magnify his statement, he nips at your earlobe once, followed by his lips that delight the back of your ear. “You asked me how I’d prove I’m a man”. You’re becoming enticingly ensnared by him, closing your eyes, hearing his every breath pass your ear.

He has successfully captivated your mind and thoughts with words and sexual advances for you to become so stimulated that you don’t answer him, so Sehun decides to work you up a little more. “For you, I can be both. A real man- and a bad, very bad boy”, he says. He initiates kisses behind your ear, puckering gentle ones on the same trail down your neck as before. Oh that feels so fucking good. His kisses are deliberately using a hint of saliva, making you quiver each time he moves on to the next spot, the cold air brushing over the wet, exposed skin making you throb.

You let your head fall back and rest on his shoulder, your breath hitching. When he arrives at your soft spot, you let out a low moan, encouraging him to gently tug on the same skin with his teeth, his tongue flicking over the flesh locked in his mouth. Ofttimes, you exhale deeply at the movements of his soft lips, wet tongue and hungry teeth mixed with his knuckles that keep fondling your waist at a steady rhythm. You feel your insides quiver, clamp, relax and then release, guiding the wetness to your folds. In harmony with your body’s reaction, you violently exhale Sehun’s name.

“Sshhhht”, Sehun whispers in your ear to remind you to be quiet and continues on. You’re both still in the library, after all; there are people down there. Temporary, he lets go of one hand on your waist to pull the zipper on the back of your dress downwards, but only slightly. He’s providing himself better access to your neck and shoulders, finding a second soft spot that makes you bite back a moan.

“We should go somewhere else”, you breathe, desiring more of him. For a second, you believe you can take the lead and turn around to kiss him intensely, but Sehun holds you in your place so you can’t move. Alternatively, he grinds his bulge against you as payback, making you lose control over your breathing. He’s extremely hard.

“Open your eyes”, Sehun orders you and you gasp for air when you do. Not only passer-by’s but also people on the other balcony, the one on the opposite side of the library, are able to see you, should one decide to search for a book there. You are experiencing a cocktail of feelings; arousal, desire, fear and anxiousness. He’s having your mind in the gutter.  

“Feel that?”, Sehun asks, his digits now back on both sides of your waist, his index and middle finger slowly lifting your dress up. “It’s called adrenaline”, he whispers and kisses the most sensitive soft spot you have in your neck. “It keeps you awake-”, he says raw and traces his fingers upwards on your thighs. “and can last for hours”, Sehun glides one of his hands over your panties to the centre above your core. “There’s nothing-”, he sinks his hand into your panties without warning and dips two of his fingers between your folds, reaching your clit. “a good fuck can’t fix”, he groans in your ear.

Involuntarily, you release an audible moan and close your eyes again. Sehun uses his free hand to guide your jaw towards him so he can kiss you lustfully, his fingers now hunting for the right rhythm, pressure and movements that will drive you insane. He guides himself by the way he feels you tremble in his chest, how sloppy your kisses become and how the vibration of your breathing increases vigorously.

“Fuck baby, you’re so wet” Sehun murmurs. You crave Sehun so badly, you can’t believe you’re unable to subdue your thoughts and are acting with audacity. At this rate, you’re putting your hopes on him to keep an eye out for passer-by’s. You can’t focus on them anymore, you can only focus on Sehun. On you, in you; you need him. What has he done to you? You moan. “You’re so responsive, you’re driving me crazy” he whispers. “The filthy things you make me want to do to you”.

You let out a small cry when he slides his fingers into your core, his thumb taking over the clit work. He thrusts with them at a steady pace, but one that differs from the pace he’s holding over your clit. You arch your back, your head crushing harder into Sehun’s shoulder. You try to hold your moans to a minimum, but by now you’ve given up on trying to withhold from the heavy and unsteady breathing. It is simply impossible.

Sehun grinds his hardness against you once more and you can’t resist letting out a moan. “Sehun” You manage to alleviate it only a bit.

“Yes baby?” he whispers and he starts sucking a hickey on your neck. With his free hand, he now roams over one of your breasts, kneading eagerly. Despite the multitasking, Sehun doesn’t lose track of the rhythm he’s working on your core and clit. You’re growing closer to reach your high by the second, your breathing transitioning to low whines as the new standard. “You want to cum?”

You try to nod but your body is out of your control already, so you try to whine a silent yes in between. When Sehun catches your plea, he increases his speed and tries to deepen his finger-thrusts on you. A few thrusts in and you reach your high. You scar your lip, biting on it to withhold your moans but they partially still manage to escape through your teeth.

Sehun’s grip on you loosens and you turn around, claiming those hungry kisses you’ve been wanting to steal from him before. Maybe out of desire, maybe out of gratitude that you do so, probably both.

“Baby, your ass is perfect”, Sehun says as he lets his hands caress the rounds of your butt cheeks. He traces them down to move under your dress for the second time, this time locking two of his fingers at the sides of your panties, a finger at each side. Gently, he pushes downward until your panties find their own way to the floor of the book column.

You are getting impatient. For some reason you think Sehun’s slacking off and he needs to understand that you’ve only got twenty minutes to recharge, so you decide to use that time wisely. You start fiddling with his jeans, unhooking the button faster than even Sehun would expect you to be able to. He smirks at the eagerness and quickly helps you. If it wasn’t for him being in the library, he would get rid of his pants completely, but he has to make do with the pants hanging loose on his hips and his erection pulled out of his underwear.

Sehun can’t wait to quench your thirst for him and he lifts you by your thighs, fastening you onto his hips. He makes a one hundred and eighty degree turn, locking you in between him and the end of the column wall. He knows time is precious so he doesn’t even seek for your approval, he knows he has it, and lines himself up before thrusting into you hard. You bite on the same bruise on your lip to withhold your moans routinely.

“Fuck, you’re tight”, Sehun groans and starts to move his hips. You try to meet him with yours but that isn’t as easy as you’d expect, squished between both him and the wall. One of your arms rests over his shoulders whilst the other greedily fists his hair. You haven’t been able to take a glance at his length, but you can tell its thick by how you feel your core stretch for him.  

With every thrust, your body adapts to him, allowing him to ease in and out more pleasurably each time. You try to control your breathing, focusing solely on that and one spot below where he leisurely torments you. You’re even too enthralled by all the sensations to realize you both let out a groan at the exact same time.

“Faster”, you plead and Sehun adheres to your request instantly. He thrust deeper, harder, faster and you soon find your mouth on Sehun’s shoulder, hoping to suppress your moans that way. Your entire body feels warm and you try to cling onto Sehun harder. The feeling of fulfilment is mind-boggling.

“You’re so much better. Than I imagined”, Sehun says between thrusts. “Fucking. Good”. “You feel so. Freaking. Good”, he repeats. Your body is wounding tight, craving release. Sehun notices this by how you’re trying everything you can to keep your moans in check so that they’re not too loud, but he’s facing the same problems himself so he forgets to encourage you to keep it down. “You’re. Such. A. good. Girl”.

“Sehun”, you cry silently. It’s another plea.

“I know baby. Hold on just a little longer”, he says and now solely hits all the right spots.

“Please!” you cry once more and a thrust later, you bite on his shoulder. An explosion erupts in you and your groan is still audible despite your efforts. Your walls clench around Sehun and he rides out your high, trying his best not to cry out himself from the perfect pain and pleasure combination you’re giving him. Your body is now being relentless with him, too.

“Ooh, (y/n), fuck!”, Sehun breathes heavily, riding out his own high. He pulls out afterwards, brushing his nose against your face that is still nuzzled into his shoulder. You jerk your head up to face him, his cheeks visibly flushed like you imagine yours to be.

“You did really well”, he compliments you, still holding you up between him and the wall. There’s a certain innocence in your eyes that tempts him to kiss you slowly and passionately. He knows he has been very dominant and rough with you. You might not be in love with him, nevertheless you welcome his kiss wholeheartedly. You agree that it’s a perfect way to end your small adventure.

You pull away slowly, flashing Sehun a smile, when suddenly, you let out a loud scream as you jump off Sehun. Your scream is so loud, that there’s no doubt the three hundred people in the study hall below hear it. At the end of the column, you see a dark, short-haired guy looking at you and Sehun.

Sehun turns around and witnesses the guy run away, then starts laughing.

“What, this isn’t funny”, You panic. “He saw us!”

“Don’t worry, that’s my friend Kyungsoo. He won’t tell anybody”, he assures you and caresses your arm to calm you down.

“You!” You give his chest a lazily push, slightly annoyed that he doesn’t mind as much as you do. You grab your panties, put them on quickly and then start making your way back to your table.

“Hey”, Sehun calls you before you reach the balcony. You turn around, giving him the attention he’s asking for. “I really enjoyed it”, he says softly. You smile. You’ve never dreamed of doing something like this before. You realize that some people might’ve caught you both, but you feel that for once, it was worth it.

“So did I”, you beam back.

“If you want, I’m in search for a new study buddy”, Sehun hints at you.

“Thought you had one? He has lots of water”, you point out.

“Yeah… well… I mean a study buddy for at home?” He tries again.

“I’ll think about it”, you smile and turn on your heel. One minute left. Four tiers down. This is going to be the sprint of a lifetime.  Fighting!