Hello~ I hope your studies are going well! I'm sorry for not updating that frequently-  I got a job at a bar, and the hours are a bit crazy, so my body isn't used to it yet...but I'm slowly starting to cope with it kekeke x3

Enjoy an Sehun. Because I'm sure he'd do this.

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You felt those sinful lips on your neck again, and you were thankful that you were sitting. He was much, much more interesting than the Habsburgs of the 18^th century, but you couldn’t afford to be distracted tonight. Your test is in two days and you still have 50 pages worth of studying of historical facts you will never use in the future.

“Sehun…” you opposed him, but he only grunted in reply, his arm winding around your waist and the other hand gently prying the pen from your hand.

“I really need to study, Sehun…”

“And I really need to have you, ___.... it’s been weeks…”

“You’re…overreacting.” your cheeks heated when you felt his hand land on your knee and slowly drift up your thigh.

“It felt like it, for sure…” his mumble against your skin made you tingle all over, and you were seriously re-thinking your priorities at this point.

“I can’t, Sehunnie…” you stopped his hand before it could reach any further and your boyfriend behind you huffed, his hands sliding up your body one last time.

“Suit yourself, dear.” for a fleeting moment you thought the two of you would fight, but Sehun took his gym bag from the corner and flung it over his shoulder.

“I’m going out.” and with that short statement, you realized these two days will be ing hard for you.

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Oh, how right you were.

Sehun gave you space, oh he really did. He didn’t touch you when you studied and when you climbed into bed, he rewarded you with a kiss to your forehead, his arms never straying too far up or too low.

He made his promise not to touch you, but he did tease you impossibly into touching him.

For the next two days, it became illegal for Sehun to wear a shirt. He always strutted about shirtless, perfectly sculpted torso revealed and just for you to admire. He particularly seemed to enjoy flexing and stretching near you, making your mouth dry with knowing that you could just reach over and touch that hunk you’re watching…

But no. World War I is more important. So as you learned about mustard gas and conferences that divided the world, you also could ogle your boyfriend’s body who decided he needed additional dance lessons at home, too.

You were almost done. Five more pages, and you would be done with stupid history and you could spend all the time in the world with your boyfriend in many different positions so you could forget everything but his name.

But of course, he had to ruin it.

He had to walk in the room, body sweaty and breathing elevated as he wiped the sweat off his forehead with the scrunched up shirt that was balled in his hand.

“Babe, do you have time? Wanna see the dance routine I learned?” Your brain was screaming at you to decline. It knew. It knew much better that if you went, there is no return to your studies.

But your body was against you on this, and you nodded, letting yourself be led out into the living room by your boyfriend.

The music and his body started moving. All of Sehunnie’s sharp lines were emphasized in his sharp movements and his concentrated stare had you crumbling.

Poor boy couldn’t even finish his routine, you were slamming him down on the couch and crawling over into his lap.

“Is this what you wanted?” you asked him before delivering a heated kiss against his mouth. Sehun chuckled, grabbing handfuls of your and squeezing with appreciation.

“Pretty much, yeah.”

Damn boy. Always gets what he wants.