Unni, Won't You Teach Me?
Title: Unni, Won't You Teach Me?
Author: dinosaur_smile ( exothermiac)
Pairing: Xiuchen
Rating: NC-17 (sessy times) Fem!Xiumin, Fem!Chen
Word count: ~1.5K
“These were such a bad idea,” Jung Ae whines, plopping down onto the bed so that she can wrestle her high heels off and massage her sore feet. Her shopping bags land with a loud thud on the floor, scaring her friend Minji’s dog out of the room.
“They’re cute, though,” Minji assures her, shutting the door so that her brother’s damn dog can’t get back in and slobber on all her new clothes. She sets her bags down with more delicacy than Jung Ae, carefully rifling through sheer blouses and floral skirts until she finds her new phone case. She sits down at the desk and clicks the case onto her phone, pouting as it accidentally pushes against the on button.
Jung Ae appears out of nowhere, attention peaked by the light from the screen. She leans her chin on Minji’s shoulder and smiles at the picture of Minji’s boyfriend.
“Wow, you guys are getting serious, aren’t you?” she comments, noticing the way Luhan’s lips brush Minji’s ear as he wraps his arms around her from behind. “How long has it been? A month, right?”
Minji smiles shyly, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear as she nods.
“Are you guys going to prom together?” Jung Ae asks, waddling back to the bed on her crippled feet.
“Yeah, he asked me yesterday,” Minji answers, fiddling with her case.
“You know what happens at prom, right?”
Jung Ae’s question is met with the widening of adorably innocent eyes.
“You seriously don’t know?”
Minji shakes her head. “Dancing?”
Jung Ae can’t help the laugh she lets out. Minji’s expression falls and Jung Ae clears her throat to stop herself from laughing anymore. “That’s really cute.”
“Tell me what happens at prom.”
Jung Ae lies back on the bed, wriggling into the pillows to get comfy. “It’s not really what happens at prom, it’s what happens after prom.”
“Drinking?” Minji asks in a scandalized whisper, leaning forward like she was saying a bad word. Jung Ae has to bite her lip to keep from laughing again.
“That too. But I’m talking about sex.”
She says it so casually that Minji thinks she’s misheard at first, but when she meets Jung Ae’s eyes, she realizes she heard right. “What?” she squeaks.
“Everyone does it,” Jung Ae says with a shrug, wiggling her toes.
“E-everyone?” Minji says in disbelief, barely audibly. “Do you and Chanyeol-”
“Not yet,” Jung Ae answers. Her lips quirk up into a smirk. “We will at prom, though.”
Minji’s eyes are starting to dry out from all the staring, but she can’t bring herself to blink.
“Do you know how to-”
“I’ve been doing research.”
“Do you think Luhan-”
“Oh, yeah. Definitely. He’s on the football team, too. Chanyeol says sex is all they talk about in the locker room. And he’s a healthy, hot-blooded teenage boy, isn’t he?”
Minji blanches, quietly turning her phone off so that the image of her apparently-not-as-innocent-as-she-thought boyfriend can’t bore its eyes hungrily into her anymore.
“C’mere,” Jung Ae says, rolling over a bit and patting the space next to her on the mattress. She rifles through her shopping bags as Minji hesitantly crosses the room. She pauses her search, glancing up at Minji and observing her carefully, hands still buried in the bags.
“Yeah, we’re about the same size,” she guesses. She gives no warning before flicking something in Minji’s general direction. “Wear those.”
Minji lets out a squeak as she looks at the red and black lace she has in her hands.
“Jung Ae!” she shouts indignantly.
“Do you think they’ll fit?” Jung Ae asks, looking Minji up and down in a way that has her skin warming up. “Try them on.”
“Jung-”
“Minji, what if you don’t try them on and have to wear granny panties on prom night?”
“Turn around,” Minji protests quietly. Jung Ae obliges, burying her face in the belly of a nearby teddy bear. She hears Minji’s soft footsteps moving away and the click of the lock in the door. The sound of a zipper and fabric rustling is all there is to fill the room.
“Where’s the rest of it?” she hears Minji’s terrified voice say, and she can’t help but smile.
“Do they fit?” Jung Ae asks.
“I don’t know what they’re supposed to look like…”
Jung Ae turns around to find Minji examining her reflection warily in the mirror. From the bed, Jung Ae has the perfect view of plush curves and soft, pale skin.
She’s had a hard time thinking of Minji as just a friend ever since Chanyeol taken it upon himself to convince Jung Ae to invite her to a threesome. She had rejected his request, of course, but that didn’t keep the thought of it out of her head.
The squeak Minji lets out when she finds Jung Ae’s eyes boring into her reflection pull her out of her train of thought.
“Sorry,” Jung Ae mumbles. “They look great.”
“Thanks,” Minji says, eyes on the ground.
“Have you guys even made out, though?”
Minji shakes her head.
“Come here,” Jung Ae says, patting the bed again. Minji hesitates, fingers reaching to fiddle with the hem of her skirt before she realizes it isn’t there anymore. But this is her best friend, she decides, and of course she trusts her.
Minji’s barely on the bed before Jung Ae pulls her in by the back of her neck and presses a kiss to her full lips. Minji’s eyes widen and she backs away, but Jung Ae moves with her and pins her between her arms, straddling her legs. By the time Jung Ae manages to coax her lips apart and slip her tongue in between them, Minji realizes that she doesn’t want to leave anyway. She leans forward and kisses Jung Ae back, tentative at first, but the heated breath against her skin is making her head swim, but it’s just not enough, and she doesn’t really understand what she wants other than to pull more of these moans out of Jung Ae, so she puts her brain on pause and lets her body do what it wants.
Jung Ae pulls away and examines Minji’s expression carefully before shifting her thigh up so that it fits right behind Minji’s legs. She’s rewarded with a high-pitched keen and the sight of Minji’s chest heaving as her back arches upwards. Jung Ae pauses to hastily tug at the buttons on Minji’s blouse, letting it fall to the floor. The embarrassed blush on Minji’s cheeks extends to her chest, and Jung Ae doesn’t think she’s ever seen anything more adorable.
“Min, can I-” she says hesitantly, fingers touching the clasp that lies right in between Minji’s breasts.
“Please,” Minji whimpers throatily. “Please.”
Jung Ae doesn’t need anymore permission than that, tugging the straps over Minji’s arms and letting the pink cotton bra join the blouse on the ground. She’s heard Minji complaining enough times to know that she’s always been insecure about her bra size, always comparing her Bs to Kyungsoon’s and Junmi’s Ds. But as Jung Ae fills her palms with them, she can’t imagine anyone finding them lacking. She replaces her right hand with her mouth, tongue pressing against Minji’s nipple. Her leg comes back up between Minji’s, shifting backwards and forwards slowly as Minji writhes beneath her. Her left hand goes between her own legs, sliding underneath her skirt and her panties.
“J-jung Ae,” Minji whines, fingers tightening around the handfuls of Jung Ae’s shirt that she’s been gripping. “Jung Ae, I think-”
Jung Ae doesn’t let her finish, interrupting with a particularly rough press of her leg against Minji’s new red panties that has her almost screaming as her body tenses and quivers. The way Minji’s swollen lips part as she practically sobs out Jung Ae’s name has Jung Ae’s fingers moving faster against herself until she’s there, too, moaning around her mouthful of Minji’s chest until her arms give out and she slumps over.
The only sound in the room is erratic breathing. They lie there for a few minutes, trying to pull themselves back together. By the time Jung Ae decides she can open her eyes again, realization worms its way into her head, and she freezes, realizing what she’s just done. She sneaks a glance at Minji’s face and fills with dread.
“Jung Ae,” Minji says, still a little out of breath.
Jung Ae’s blood runs cold, and she waits for the “I can’t be friends with you anymore” or the “I don’t want to talk to you again” or whatever it is that’s coming, because-
“I think I ruined these panties.” She grimaces at the sticky fabric between her legs.
Jung Ae laughs, relieved. “We can go buy you another pair next weekend.”
“Two,” Minji corrects. “One for Luhan on prom night, one to model for you.”
“That works, too.”
Author: dinosaur_smile ( exothermiac)
Pairing: Xiuchen
Rating: NC-17 (sessy times) Fem!Xiumin, Fem!Chen
Word count: ~1.5K
“These were such a bad idea,” Jung Ae whines, plopping down onto the bed so that she can wrestle her high heels off and massage her sore feet. Her shopping bags land with a loud thud on the floor, scaring her friend Minji’s dog out of the room.
“They’re cute, though,” Minji assures her, shutting the door so that her brother’s damn dog can’t get back in and slobber on all her new clothes. She sets her bags down with more delicacy than Jung Ae, carefully rifling through sheer blouses and floral skirts until she finds her new phone case. She sits down at the desk and clicks the case onto her phone, pouting as it accidentally pushes against the on button.
Jung Ae appears out of nowhere, attention peaked by the light from the screen. She leans her chin on Minji’s shoulder and smiles at the picture of Minji’s boyfriend.
“Wow, you guys are getting serious, aren’t you?” she comments, noticing the way Luhan’s lips brush Minji’s ear as he wraps his arms around her from behind. “How long has it been? A month, right?”
Minji smiles shyly, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear as she nods.
“Are you guys going to prom together?” Jung Ae asks, waddling back to the bed on her crippled feet.
“Yeah, he asked me yesterday,” Minji answers, fiddling with her case.
“You know what happens at prom, right?”
Jung Ae’s question is met with the widening of adorably innocent eyes.
“You seriously don’t know?”
Minji shakes her head. “Dancing?”
Jung Ae can’t help the laugh she lets out. Minji’s expression falls and Jung Ae clears her throat to stop herself from laughing anymore. “That’s really cute.”
“Tell me what happens at prom.”
Jung Ae lies back on the bed, wriggling into the pillows to get comfy. “It’s not really what happens at prom, it’s what happens after prom.”
“Drinking?” Minji asks in a scandalized whisper, leaning forward like she was saying a bad word. Jung Ae has to bite her lip to keep from laughing again.
“That too. But I’m talking about sex.”
She says it so casually that Minji thinks she’s misheard at first, but when she meets Jung Ae’s eyes, she realizes she heard right. “What?” she squeaks.
“Everyone does it,” Jung Ae says with a shrug, wiggling her toes.
“E-everyone?” Minji says in disbelief, barely audibly. “Do you and Chanyeol-”
“Not yet,” Jung Ae answers. Her lips quirk up into a smirk. “We will at prom, though.”
Minji’s eyes are starting to dry out from all the staring, but she can’t bring herself to blink.
“Do you know how to-”
“I’ve been doing research.”
“Do you think Luhan-”
“Oh, yeah. Definitely. He’s on the football team, too. Chanyeol says sex is all they talk about in the locker room. And he’s a healthy, hot-blooded teenage boy, isn’t he?”
Minji blanches, quietly turning her phone off so that the image of her apparently-not-as-innocent-as-she-thought boyfriend can’t bore its eyes hungrily into her anymore.
“C’mere,” Jung Ae says, rolling over a bit and patting the space next to her on the mattress. She rifles through her shopping bags as Minji hesitantly crosses the room. She pauses her search, glancing up at Minji and observing her carefully, hands still buried in the bags.
“Yeah, we’re about the same size,” she guesses. She gives no warning before flicking something in Minji’s general direction. “Wear those.”
Minji lets out a squeak as she looks at the red and black lace she has in her hands.
“Jung Ae!” she shouts indignantly.
“Do you think they’ll fit?” Jung Ae asks, looking Minji up and down in a way that has her skin warming up. “Try them on.”
“Jung-”
“Minji, what if you don’t try them on and have to wear granny panties on prom night?”
“Turn around,” Minji protests quietly. Jung Ae obliges, burying her face in the belly of a nearby teddy bear. She hears Minji’s soft footsteps moving away and the click of the lock in the door. The sound of a zipper and fabric rustling is all there is to fill the room.
“Where’s the rest of it?” she hears Minji’s terrified voice say, and she can’t help but smile.
“Do they fit?” Jung Ae asks.
“I don’t know what they’re supposed to look like…”
Jung Ae turns around to find Minji examining her reflection warily in the mirror. From the bed, Jung Ae has the perfect view of plush curves and soft, pale skin.
She’s had a hard time thinking of Minji as just a friend ever since Chanyeol taken it upon himself to convince Jung Ae to invite her to a threesome. She had rejected his request, of course, but that didn’t keep the thought of it out of her head.
The squeak Minji lets out when she finds Jung Ae’s eyes boring into her reflection pull her out of her train of thought.
“Sorry,” Jung Ae mumbles. “They look great.”
“Thanks,” Minji says, eyes on the ground.
“Have you guys even made out, though?”
Minji shakes her head.
“Come here,” Jung Ae says, patting the bed again. Minji hesitates, fingers reaching to fiddle with the hem of her skirt before she realizes it isn’t there anymore. But this is her best friend, she decides, and of course she trusts her.
Minji’s barely on the bed before Jung Ae pulls her in by the back of her neck and presses a kiss to her full lips. Minji’s eyes widen and she backs away, but Jung Ae moves with her and pins her between her arms, straddling her legs. By the time Jung Ae manages to coax her lips apart and slip her tongue in between them, Minji realizes that she doesn’t want to leave anyway. She leans forward and kisses Jung Ae back, tentative at first, but the heated breath against her skin is making her head swim, but it’s just not enough, and she doesn’t really understand what she wants other than to pull more of these moans out of Jung Ae, so she puts her brain on pause and lets her body do what it wants.
Jung Ae pulls away and examines Minji’s expression carefully before shifting her thigh up so that it fits right behind Minji’s legs. She’s rewarded with a high-pitched keen and the sight of Minji’s chest heaving as her back arches upwards. Jung Ae pauses to hastily tug at the buttons on Minji’s blouse, letting it fall to the floor. The embarrassed blush on Minji’s cheeks extends to her chest, and Jung Ae doesn’t think she’s ever seen anything more adorable.
“Min, can I-” she says hesitantly, fingers touching the clasp that lies right in between Minji’s breasts.
“Please,” Minji whimpers throatily. “Please.”
Jung Ae doesn’t need anymore permission than that, tugging the straps over Minji’s arms and letting the pink cotton bra join the blouse on the ground. She’s heard Minji complaining enough times to know that she’s always been insecure about her bra size, always comparing her Bs to Kyungsoon’s and Junmi’s Ds. But as Jung Ae fills her palms with them, she can’t imagine anyone finding them lacking. She replaces her right hand with her mouth, tongue pressing against Minji’s nipple. Her leg comes back up between Minji’s, shifting backwards and forwards slowly as Minji writhes beneath her. Her left hand goes between her own legs, sliding underneath her skirt and her panties.
“J-jung Ae,” Minji whines, fingers tightening around the handfuls of Jung Ae’s shirt that she’s been gripping. “Jung Ae, I think-”
Jung Ae doesn’t let her finish, interrupting with a particularly rough press of her leg against Minji’s new red panties that has her almost screaming as her body tenses and quivers. The way Minji’s swollen lips part as she practically sobs out Jung Ae’s name has Jung Ae’s fingers moving faster against herself until she’s there, too, moaning around her mouthful of Minji’s chest until her arms give out and she slumps over.
The only sound in the room is erratic breathing. They lie there for a few minutes, trying to pull themselves back together. By the time Jung Ae decides she can open her eyes again, realization worms its way into her head, and she freezes, realizing what she’s just done. She sneaks a glance at Minji’s face and fills with dread.
“Jung Ae,” Minji says, still a little out of breath.
Jung Ae’s blood runs cold, and she waits for the “I can’t be friends with you anymore” or the “I don’t want to talk to you again” or whatever it is that’s coming, because-
“I think I ruined these panties.” She grimaces at the sticky fabric between her legs.
Jung Ae laughs, relieved. “We can go buy you another pair next weekend.”
“Two,” Minji corrects. “One for Luhan on prom night, one to model for you.”
“That works, too.”