Hands On Learning
Title: Hands On Learning
Author: dinosaur_smile ( exothermiac)
Pairing: Luhan/fem!Sehun/Jongin
Rating: NC-17 (sessy times)
Word count: ~2.1k
filled for this prompt on exopromptmeme
“You think Jongin’s hot, right?”
Sehun puts down her magazine, bookmarking the page on this season’s nail polishes with a nearby bubblegum wrapper. She sets it down beside her and gets off the bed.
“This is a trap,” she sighs, rolling her eyes.
“It’s not,” Luhan assures her, leaning back into the pillows and crossing one ankle over the other. He’s on his phone, not even bothering to look up for this weird conversation. “He’s really hot, isn’t he? All the fangirls love him.”
Sehun narrows her eyes. “So you’re breaking up with me for him.”
“Stop, don’t be silly. I wouldn’t break up with you for anything, you know that. I just asked a question, that’s all. What’s your answer?”
“Yeah, he’s hot.”
“Good.”
“What?” Luhan’s never really the most normal of boys, but right now he’s being weirder than usual, and if Sehun narrows her eyes judgmentally any more they’re going to completely shut.
Luhan finally puts his phone down, and she can hear the iPhone’s little sent message swoosh go off. “He’s almost here, you should probably get your pants off.”
Sehun balks, jaw dropping. “What?!”
“Come on, babe. He’s really hot, and all these girls are after him, but he’s too shy to actually engage in anything, so he’s never developed the really important skills he needs in life. Like casual flirting. Or, you know, eating a girl out so well that she cries.”
“That happened once.”
“Think of how much good just this one time could do. He could learn from you, and then go on to please all those girls that line up outside the SM building for him. It’s the gift that keeps on giving. It’s like a charitable donation - you’d be like the Mother Teresa of orgasms.”
Sehun stares. “I can’t believe you just said that. And I also can’t believe what you’re suggesting. Are you actually okay with this?”
“Of course, it’s for baby Jongin!” Luhan says. “I heard a knock, you stay here and get undressed.”
“Luhan!” Sehun calls, but he’s already out the door. She huffs, indignant that Luhan would just assume that she’d be okay with being used as, essential, an inflatable sex mannequin. But then she remembers Jongin’s face and decides that, yeah, he could use her however he wants to.
Luhan’s bouncing back to the room in no time, beaming from ear to ear. A shy Jongin follows behind him, eyeing the room warily before bowing his head respectfully once he sees Sehun staring at him.
“Noona,” he greets politely. Sehun nods once in response, wondering if he knows what’s in store for him.
Luhan giggles. “Come on, Sehun, don’t be shy. Greet him with his name.”
His suggestion is met with a dirty glare, but he gets that so much that he’s immune to the fear it causes in most of the EXO members. “That’s okay, Jongin’s gonna have you screaming it soon anyway, right Jongin?”
Jongin’s blushing so hard, and not in the cute and attractive anime kind of way. He’s gone tomato red from the base of his hairline to the bottom of his chin and his eyes are firmly on the floor, and, oh, Sehun guesses it is kind of cute. Maybe even attractive.
“Okay, no time to dilly-dally, Jongin, you can’t eat noona out when she’s still got clothes on. Go ahead, don’t be shy.”
Jongin stands with his feet planted on the floor, hands clasped behind his back. He refuses to make eye contact. Luhan gives Sehun a look and nods his head in Jongin’s direction. Sehun mimes stabbing Luhan to death quickly, and then makes her way to Jongin. Once she steps in his personal bubble, he moves back quickly, but she’s following his steps, startlingly like a lioness after her prey. Jongin glances up nervously, but then looks away again.
“What’s the matter, Jongin? Is noona not pretty enough for you?” Sehun asks, voice light and teasing.
“No!” Jongin stammers. “No! Noona, you’re very pretty, but-”
“Then what?” Sehun asks, reaching a finger under his chin to get him looking at her again. “What’s the problem?”
“I-I...I...I don’t-”
“Have you kissed a girl before, Jongin?” Sehun asks, eyes on his lips.
“Y-n-y-well...kind of.” Jongin’s hands are bunched up in the fabric of his shirt, wringing nervously as Sehun gets so close he can smell the fruity scent of her shampoo. She leans in until her lips brush against his, so lightly that he thinks he might have imagined it, but then she kisses him more firmly and he’s sure he’s not having another one of his dreams. She uses one hand to pull him in by the back of his neck, sealing his lips against hers. It surprises the both of them when Jongin musters up the courage to press his tongue into her mouth.
“Are you sure he’s not lying about being a virgin to get into my pants, Luhan? He’s a pretty damn good kisser for a virgin.”
Jongin smiles shyly at Sehun’s comment, but his blush is already dying away with every passing moment as his confidence grows.
“Off,” Sehun commands, tugging up the base of his t-shirt. He’s quick to obey, hurriedly shrugging out of it and letting it fall forgotten to the floor. Sehun runs her hands appreciatively over his toned abdomen, fingers catching in the slight grooves of his muscles.
“N-noona,” Jongin says, barely audibly. “What about-”
“Aren’t you going to do it for me, Jongin-ah?” Sehun asks, guiding his hands from his sides to hers. He nods and gulps loudly before carefully inching the fabric of her plain white shirt up and over her arms as she holds them up helpfully. She can’t help but smirk a little bit when his sight falls on her light pink bra and his eyes widen.
“Come here,” she says, taking his hands in hers and making her way to the bed. She lies back and lets him settle in on top of her, lips finding hers again.
“Go for the bra, Jongin!” Luhan cheers from the other side of the bed. “It’s a little tricky, I needed her help my first try, but the trick is to-”
Jongin reaches his hands under Sehun and unclasps her bra in one try, slipping her arms out of the straps. Luhan pouts and retreats back to his corner of the bed.
“Noona, can I-”
He has his hand hovering above Sehun’s right boob as he asks, and she rolls her eyes, grabs him by the wrist, and pulls his hand until it’s on her chest. He lets out a tiny surprised squeak before regaining composure and massaging lightly, watching where her nipple peeks out from the gaps between his fingers. He doesn’t stop to ask permission this time, simply going straight for the gold and taking her nipple into his mouth. She gasps, surprised by his sudden burst of boldness. He takes it lightly between his teeth and gives it a tiny tug, lips curling up in a smirk when he feels her nails digging into his back. He gives it one last lick before he trails kisses down her side, moving to where the button of her denim shorts sits.
“Up,” Luhan demands, taking the pillows out from underneath Sehun’s head. As he settles in behind her against the headboard and places her head on his chest, Jongin manages to get her shorts off, leaving her in nothing but her pink satin panties. He presses his lips to where a tiny bow sits on the center of the elastic, just as Luhan reaches his arms around from behind Sehun to palm her breasts, taking extra care to let his thumbs linger whenever they pass her nipples.
Jongin’s hard at work too, one finger massaging her through the dampened fabric of her panties as the other hand keeps her legs wide apart. She smiles a little at the intense look of concentration on his face, and almost makes a teasing comment about the furrow of his eyebrows, but then his finger slips under the fabric of her panties and touches her bare and all the words in her head are too jumbled up to be coherently clever.
Jongin’s fingers slip up through the panties and pull them down, leaving them dangling from one of Sehun’s ankles before he’s back between her legs, lips just an inch away from where she needs them. He glances up, but instead of looking at Sehun, he’s looking at Luhan, like he’s asking for advice on what to do next. Sehun doesn’t turn around in time to see what Luhan mouths to him, but she has a bad feeling about it. When she looks back down to Jongin, she can catch a glimpse of his tongue darting between his lips to wet them as he pushes her legs farther apart, opening her up even more to his hungry eyes.
“Jongin,” Sehun calls, voice needy. “Please.”
He smiles, but doesn’t look away from between her legs.
She feels the rumble of Luhan’s laughter in his chest against her back before she can hear it. “Baby, I think he’ll need a little more than that, won’t you, Jongin?”
“Jongin?” Sehun tries again. “Jongin, please, I need you so bad.”
He lets go of one of her legs and uses his thumb to press lightly at her clit - not moving, not pushing, just lightly staying there and satisfying nothing.
“Jongin, please, I need you so bad. Please, please.”
“Please what?” he asks, in a voice so calm and teasing it surprises both Sehun and Luhan.
“Please, Jongin, make me cum.”
“Was that so hard?” Jongin asks with a sly smile before he finally moves between her legs and gives her a firm lick.
“No, but I am,” Luhan grumbles quietly. Sehun can feel against the small of her back that it’s true, and she reaches a hand behind her to feel for the bulge in his jeans, caressing it gently. She can barely concentrate on what her hands are doing when Jongin’s tongue is tracing circles around her clit and dipping every few rotations downwards into her opening, but she does the best she can. Luhan reaches a hand around to cup the side of her face, pulling her closer to him so that he can kiss her fiercely, swallowing the moans Jongin draws out of her.
“Jongin,” Sehun whimpers, clutching tightly at Luhan’s shirt with her free hand. “Jongin, please!”
He looks up at her without moving his mouth, and then, finally, takes her clit in between his lips and sucks hard, until she’s writhing against Luhan’s body, hips moving in slow circles against Jongin’s mouth, which is unrelenting even through her orgasm. It’s not until she nudges lightly at his head that he finally draws back. The front of Luhan’s pants have gone a little damp, the bulge softening rapidly, and he grimaces a little as he moves to get a box of tissues to clean them up. Jongin’s hands are too slippery from Sehun’s wetness to unbuckle his belt, so she leans in and does it for him, tugging his jeans and boxers down quickly. His cock curves up against his stomach, and she traces the length of it with her tongue, suckling at the pink tip for a moment before taking as much as she can into her mouth. Jongin almost loses his balance at the sudden rush of pleasure, but manages to stay on his knees by gripping the back of Sehun’s head. His fingers tangle into her hair, not pushing or guiding her, but just following along with her movements. He had been pretty close to his climax just from eating her out, so it barely took any time to have him cumming into her mouth. He pulls out, a stray spurt landing on the corner of her lip. He wipes it away with his thumb and cleans her up with the tissue Luhan holds out to him.
“Not bad for a newbie,” Sehun says drily, still breathless.
“Not bad? Sehun, I thought you were going to pass out,” Luhan teases.
To their surprise, the confidence Jongin had displayed from between Sehun’s legs is gone, and he’s back to smiling shyly and avoiding eye contact.
“I did okay?” he asks quietly.
Sehun snorts. “Shut up, you know how you did.”
Thanks for reading, I hope you liked it~! OP, I hope that's close to what you were looking for!
(feedback is always appreciated~)
Author: dinosaur_smile ( exothermiac)
Pairing: Luhan/fem!Sehun/Jongin
Rating: NC-17 (sessy times)
Word count: ~2.1k
filled for this prompt on exopromptmeme
“You think Jongin’s hot, right?”
Sehun puts down her magazine, bookmarking the page on this season’s nail polishes with a nearby bubblegum wrapper. She sets it down beside her and gets off the bed.
“This is a trap,” she sighs, rolling her eyes.
“It’s not,” Luhan assures her, leaning back into the pillows and crossing one ankle over the other. He’s on his phone, not even bothering to look up for this weird conversation. “He’s really hot, isn’t he? All the fangirls love him.”
Sehun narrows her eyes. “So you’re breaking up with me for him.”
“Stop, don’t be silly. I wouldn’t break up with you for anything, you know that. I just asked a question, that’s all. What’s your answer?”
“Yeah, he’s hot.”
“Good.”
“What?” Luhan’s never really the most normal of boys, but right now he’s being weirder than usual, and if Sehun narrows her eyes judgmentally any more they’re going to completely shut.
Luhan finally puts his phone down, and she can hear the iPhone’s little sent message swoosh go off. “He’s almost here, you should probably get your pants off.”
Sehun balks, jaw dropping. “What?!”
“Come on, babe. He’s really hot, and all these girls are after him, but he’s too shy to actually engage in anything, so he’s never developed the really important skills he needs in life. Like casual flirting. Or, you know, eating a girl out so well that she cries.”
“That happened once.”
“Think of how much good just this one time could do. He could learn from you, and then go on to please all those girls that line up outside the SM building for him. It’s the gift that keeps on giving. It’s like a charitable donation - you’d be like the Mother Teresa of orgasms.”
Sehun stares. “I can’t believe you just said that. And I also can’t believe what you’re suggesting. Are you actually okay with this?”
“Of course, it’s for baby Jongin!” Luhan says. “I heard a knock, you stay here and get undressed.”
“Luhan!” Sehun calls, but he’s already out the door. She huffs, indignant that Luhan would just assume that she’d be okay with being used as, essential, an inflatable sex mannequin. But then she remembers Jongin’s face and decides that, yeah, he could use her however he wants to.
Luhan’s bouncing back to the room in no time, beaming from ear to ear. A shy Jongin follows behind him, eyeing the room warily before bowing his head respectfully once he sees Sehun staring at him.
“Noona,” he greets politely. Sehun nods once in response, wondering if he knows what’s in store for him.
Luhan giggles. “Come on, Sehun, don’t be shy. Greet him with his name.”
His suggestion is met with a dirty glare, but he gets that so much that he’s immune to the fear it causes in most of the EXO members. “That’s okay, Jongin’s gonna have you screaming it soon anyway, right Jongin?”
Jongin’s blushing so hard, and not in the cute and attractive anime kind of way. He’s gone tomato red from the base of his hairline to the bottom of his chin and his eyes are firmly on the floor, and, oh, Sehun guesses it is kind of cute. Maybe even attractive.
“Okay, no time to dilly-dally, Jongin, you can’t eat noona out when she’s still got clothes on. Go ahead, don’t be shy.”
Jongin stands with his feet planted on the floor, hands clasped behind his back. He refuses to make eye contact. Luhan gives Sehun a look and nods his head in Jongin’s direction. Sehun mimes stabbing Luhan to death quickly, and then makes her way to Jongin. Once she steps in his personal bubble, he moves back quickly, but she’s following his steps, startlingly like a lioness after her prey. Jongin glances up nervously, but then looks away again.
“What’s the matter, Jongin? Is noona not pretty enough for you?” Sehun asks, voice light and teasing.
“No!” Jongin stammers. “No! Noona, you’re very pretty, but-”
“Then what?” Sehun asks, reaching a finger under his chin to get him looking at her again. “What’s the problem?”
“I-I...I...I don’t-”
“Have you kissed a girl before, Jongin?” Sehun asks, eyes on his lips.
“Y-n-y-well...kind of.” Jongin’s hands are bunched up in the fabric of his shirt, wringing nervously as Sehun gets so close he can smell the fruity scent of her shampoo. She leans in until her lips brush against his, so lightly that he thinks he might have imagined it, but then she kisses him more firmly and he’s sure he’s not having another one of his dreams. She uses one hand to pull him in by the back of his neck, sealing his lips against hers. It surprises the both of them when Jongin musters up the courage to press his tongue into her mouth.
“Are you sure he’s not lying about being a virgin to get into my pants, Luhan? He’s a pretty damn good kisser for a virgin.”
Jongin smiles shyly at Sehun’s comment, but his blush is already dying away with every passing moment as his confidence grows.
“Off,” Sehun commands, tugging up the base of his t-shirt. He’s quick to obey, hurriedly shrugging out of it and letting it fall forgotten to the floor. Sehun runs her hands appreciatively over his toned abdomen, fingers catching in the slight grooves of his muscles.
“N-noona,” Jongin says, barely audibly. “What about-”
“Aren’t you going to do it for me, Jongin-ah?” Sehun asks, guiding his hands from his sides to hers. He nods and gulps loudly before carefully inching the fabric of her plain white shirt up and over her arms as she holds them up helpfully. She can’t help but smirk a little bit when his sight falls on her light pink bra and his eyes widen.
“Come here,” she says, taking his hands in hers and making her way to the bed. She lies back and lets him settle in on top of her, lips finding hers again.
“Go for the bra, Jongin!” Luhan cheers from the other side of the bed. “It’s a little tricky, I needed her help my first try, but the trick is to-”
Jongin reaches his hands under Sehun and unclasps her bra in one try, slipping her arms out of the straps. Luhan pouts and retreats back to his corner of the bed.
“Noona, can I-”
He has his hand hovering above Sehun’s right boob as he asks, and she rolls her eyes, grabs him by the wrist, and pulls his hand until it’s on her chest. He lets out a tiny surprised squeak before regaining composure and massaging lightly, watching where her nipple peeks out from the gaps between his fingers. He doesn’t stop to ask permission this time, simply going straight for the gold and taking her nipple into his mouth. She gasps, surprised by his sudden burst of boldness. He takes it lightly between his teeth and gives it a tiny tug, lips curling up in a smirk when he feels her nails digging into his back. He gives it one last lick before he trails kisses down her side, moving to where the button of her denim shorts sits.
“Up,” Luhan demands, taking the pillows out from underneath Sehun’s head. As he settles in behind her against the headboard and places her head on his chest, Jongin manages to get her shorts off, leaving her in nothing but her pink satin panties. He presses his lips to where a tiny bow sits on the center of the elastic, just as Luhan reaches his arms around from behind Sehun to palm her breasts, taking extra care to let his thumbs linger whenever they pass her nipples.
Jongin’s hard at work too, one finger massaging her through the dampened fabric of her panties as the other hand keeps her legs wide apart. She smiles a little at the intense look of concentration on his face, and almost makes a teasing comment about the furrow of his eyebrows, but then his finger slips under the fabric of her panties and touches her bare and all the words in her head are too jumbled up to be coherently clever.
Jongin’s fingers slip up through the panties and pull them down, leaving them dangling from one of Sehun’s ankles before he’s back between her legs, lips just an inch away from where she needs them. He glances up, but instead of looking at Sehun, he’s looking at Luhan, like he’s asking for advice on what to do next. Sehun doesn’t turn around in time to see what Luhan mouths to him, but she has a bad feeling about it. When she looks back down to Jongin, she can catch a glimpse of his tongue darting between his lips to wet them as he pushes her legs farther apart, opening her up even more to his hungry eyes.
“Jongin,” Sehun calls, voice needy. “Please.”
He smiles, but doesn’t look away from between her legs.
She feels the rumble of Luhan’s laughter in his chest against her back before she can hear it. “Baby, I think he’ll need a little more than that, won’t you, Jongin?”
“Jongin?” Sehun tries again. “Jongin, please, I need you so bad.”
He lets go of one of her legs and uses his thumb to press lightly at her clit - not moving, not pushing, just lightly staying there and satisfying nothing.
“Jongin, please, I need you so bad. Please, please.”
“Please what?” he asks, in a voice so calm and teasing it surprises both Sehun and Luhan.
“Please, Jongin, make me cum.”
“Was that so hard?” Jongin asks with a sly smile before he finally moves between her legs and gives her a firm lick.
“No, but I am,” Luhan grumbles quietly. Sehun can feel against the small of her back that it’s true, and she reaches a hand behind her to feel for the bulge in his jeans, caressing it gently. She can barely concentrate on what her hands are doing when Jongin’s tongue is tracing circles around her clit and dipping every few rotations downwards into her opening, but she does the best she can. Luhan reaches a hand around to cup the side of her face, pulling her closer to him so that he can kiss her fiercely, swallowing the moans Jongin draws out of her.
“Jongin,” Sehun whimpers, clutching tightly at Luhan’s shirt with her free hand. “Jongin, please!”
He looks up at her without moving his mouth, and then, finally, takes her clit in between his lips and sucks hard, until she’s writhing against Luhan’s body, hips moving in slow circles against Jongin’s mouth, which is unrelenting even through her orgasm. It’s not until she nudges lightly at his head that he finally draws back. The front of Luhan’s pants have gone a little damp, the bulge softening rapidly, and he grimaces a little as he moves to get a box of tissues to clean them up. Jongin’s hands are too slippery from Sehun’s wetness to unbuckle his belt, so she leans in and does it for him, tugging his jeans and boxers down quickly. His cock curves up against his stomach, and she traces the length of it with her tongue, suckling at the pink tip for a moment before taking as much as she can into her mouth. Jongin almost loses his balance at the sudden rush of pleasure, but manages to stay on his knees by gripping the back of Sehun’s head. His fingers tangle into her hair, not pushing or guiding her, but just following along with her movements. He had been pretty close to his climax just from eating her out, so it barely took any time to have him cumming into her mouth. He pulls out, a stray spurt landing on the corner of her lip. He wipes it away with his thumb and cleans her up with the tissue Luhan holds out to him.
“Not bad for a newbie,” Sehun says drily, still breathless.
“Not bad? Sehun, I thought you were going to pass out,” Luhan teases.
To their surprise, the confidence Jongin had displayed from between Sehun’s legs is gone, and he’s back to smiling shyly and avoiding eye contact.
“I did okay?” he asks quietly.
Sehun snorts. “Shut up, you know how you did.”
Thanks for reading, I hope you liked it~! OP, I hope that's close to what you were looking for!
(feedback is always appreciated~)