“Sehun, you have to stop,” you told your boyfriend in a hushed voice, trying to remain as stern as you could. You had pulled him into the bathroom down the hall from the dining room after his antics. The two of you were over at your friend’s place for a nice dinner. She was a close friend of yours, one you had met in college and still met up with regularly. You and Sehun had both attended and helped to plan her wedding a month ago and in an attempt to catch up amidst her newlywed life, she invited you over. She and her new husband were just telling you about their married life, how weird it was that they now saw each other all the time, as they even worked in the same company when a certain someone decided that he wasn’t interested anymore. Oh, he looked like he was paying attention. Sehun was really good at it, nodding along as she spoke, giving a compliment here and there. But under the table, his hands were paying attention to something completely different.
While your friend was recounting a recent visit from her husband’s family, Sehun was running his hand up and down the inside of your thigh. While she gushed about how they were being so sweet to let the couple settle in and get used to their new environment, without pushing for grandchildren just yet, your boyfriend slipped his hand under your dress. You did everything you could to stop his actions, tightly closing your legs, and even trying to cross them, but it was to no avail. The little devil still worked his hand in between your legs effortlessly, gently massaging at your folds through the thin fabric of your panties. Somehow, you managed to make it through the conversation, and while your friend and her husband went to get dessert ready for the four of you, you quickly pulled Sehun away to give him a piece of your mind.
Yet, Sehun being his usual smug self, only smirked at you. Honestly, you wanted to smack him for being so daring when the two of you were over at your friend’s, but the words that left his mouth had the opposite effect on you.
“Make me.” He said each syllable slowly and though you were upset with him, you couldn’t help the shiver that ran up your spine, that sudden rush of adrenaline in your veins when you knew what was coming next. You caved, and within seconds you crashed your lips against his, teeth clanging together as your tongues tried to fight for dominance in the small bathroom.
Sehun worked fast, his hand pulling up your short dress, hiking it up to your waist while his other hand quickly found its way to your core. You let out a staggered moan against his lips, and that was enough to allow him to take over completely. He pushed two fingers into you as his tongue moved deftly past your lips. Your knees felt weak at the sensation, your cheeks flushed at the sudden pleasure that overcame your body. It always seemed so easy for Sehun to take over like this… but maybe it was just because he knew your body so well.
He pulled away from your lips as you groaned in dissatisfaction, his own descending on your neck to bite at your exposed collarbone. He continued to move his fingers in and out of you at a slow pace, your hand shot to your mouth to keep yourself from being too loud. No matter how much pleasure you were feeling, you were still fully aware of where you were. “S-sehun, please,” you whimpered as he slipped another finger into you. You could feel him smirking against your skin, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. He really was an asshole sometimes, but you supposed, that was something you had always liked about him.
Not wanting your boyfriend to have all the fun, you ran your hands down his torso, nails raking against his skin over the fabric of his shirt. Your hands eventually found their way to the obvious bulge that was forming in his pants. You gently palmed it, but before you could get his pants unbuttoned, Sehun pulled himself away from you, hands no longer moving in that steady rhythm, and you couldn’t help but whine at the sudden separation.
He leaned his forehead against yours, his breathing heavy. “I think we should tell your friend we can’t stay for dessert,” he whispered, being the first to disappear out of the bathroom. You were quick on his heels after fixing your dress, knowing he was right. You wouldn’t be able to stay for dessert with them, but you would have some of your own later…
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