twelve young adults (the members of exo, some are gender switched). they drink, do drugs, have sex, date each other, go to classes (or not).
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30 | NC-17
When Junmyeon is busy pushing Sehun back into the sheets, trying to change positions to something that will get her that more “roughly fucked” feel, Sehun’s phone goes off.
It’s the notification chime for one of the other girls, Jongin or Baekhyun, but Junmyeon can’t be bothered to stop right now. Not when Sehun is hard inside of her.
Sehun groans, grip on Junmyeon’s hips faltering as she sinks back down on his dick. “Ah, fuck. Noona. Let me get that.”
“Wait,” Junmyeon orders, voice hitching on the end of the word as Sehun starts thrusting up hard and has her bouncing atop him. Her hair is flying everywhere, like into her mouth, but she ignores it and meets Sehun’s rocking hips instead.
The phone goes off again and Junmyeon whimpers as Sehun slows his pace down. He clearly wants to answer his phone, but Junmyeon makes sure to keep her hands pressed flat to his chest. “Noona,” Sehun murmurs, suddenly holding onto Junmyeon’s hips hard enough that she can’t move anymore.
“Fine,” she breathes out, pushing Sehun’s hands off of her hips and running her hands through her hair as she climbs off of Sehun. She quickly gets in her bed, sliding under the sheets after Sehun has already gotten to his feet. The sheets are warm near her feet, where Sehun had just been laying.
Sehun grabs his phone up from the floor and answers it, walking out of the bedroom and into the living room. Even being upset at him, Junmyeon watches as he walks out naked. Her eyes fall down to his girly hips and his hard dick, curved up against his stomach and dark. So he had wanted to finish as well. Junmyeon sinks back into the covers, waiting for Sehun to come back in so she can finish.
“I have to go,” Sehun says when he walks in, tossing his phone on the end of the bed and pushing one foot into his jeans at a time. He pulls them up roughly before reaching into his pants to fix his erection up under his waistband.
Junmyeon nods, dry mouthed, until Sehun looks up and catches her staring.
Sehun gives a small laugh before pulling his shirt over his head. “Noona, stop staring,” he says, walking over to her to lean over her, hands pressed into the bed. Sehun kisses her, closed mouth, and it’s almost strange for Junmyeon until she feels his hand sliding up her back to hold her neck and pull her closer.
When Sehun finally pulls back, laughing, and grabs his cell phone, Junmyeon scowls. “Oh Sehun,” she calls.
The boy looks back at her, still grinning.
“Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”