Sehuna
Title: Sehuna
Pairing: Hunhan
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Femslash, Dominant!Lu Han
Summary: Backstage PWP after a Victoria's Secrets Fashion Show
A/N: sorry for the rather crappy title, also i'm a bit out of practiced since i haven't written femslash for a while. Sehun's outfit. Lu Han's outfit. Merry Christmas!
Sehun whimpers into the kiss, eyelids heavy, head drunk with lust, the heavy scent of the Incredible perfume lingering in the air which was radiated off Lu Han’s skin, which just sends her head swimming in more lust and more blood rushing south. She thinks Lu Han looks really gorgeous like that, below her, body between her legs, Lu Han still in the lingerie she was put into. Breasts pressed up in a black lace bra, the right amount of cleaves showing, not excessive to make her look like a cheap whore, enough for her to exude in sexiness and also enough for men everywhere to drool over her. Her slender waist covered in a friendlier version of a corset, silver with white scroll designs along with linings of black lace to tie everything together, hiding the garter underneath, black lace panties, low riding to allow slight exposure of Lu Han’s hipbone. Black lace gloves covering her forearms, which Sehun thought was a shame since Lu Han did have rather nice arms, garter belts holding up Lu Han’s black translucent stockings, the pair of black heels tossed to the side along with, chunky necklace and dangling earrings that she wore earlier on, Lu Han’s soft curls tousled slightly as she leans closer to deepen the kiss. Sehun thought she looked like a goddess when she walked the runway, especially with the gorgeous set of wings they made for her, gold painted metal body, large white feathers covering up the negative spaced then several thinner but longer looking feathers slotted in strategically to emphasise Lu Han’s figure. Though, the staffs removed it almost immediately after the show was over since the wings were a little heavy and weren’t good for a model’s posture.
The elder of the two gently bites down on Sehun’s lower lips as a warning to focus, tongue sweeping at the bite mark as a quiet apology before sliding her tongue deeper into Sehun’s mouth, shivers running up her spine when their tongues brushed momentarily. “You looked really gorgeous tonight by the way.” Lu Han says between kisses against Sehun’s lips in a hushed whisper, causing Sehun’s cheeks to go pink. Sehun didn’t really think her outfit today was the most complicated thing they’ve put her in, also not the most grand thing either. Baby blue bra with white or shimmery sequins that were hand sewn, along with beads outlining the cups of the bra, a fringe decorating the front clasp, plus a chain of beads connected from the front clasp all the way to her back, complimenting her slim waist that she was known for. Unlike Lu Han, she was on the flatter side, but push up bras did do wonders sometimes, forcing her breasts upwards, giving her the image that she was racking Ds when in fact she was just a B. Baby blue panties with a cute bow in front, rimmed with translucent fabric, leaving little to imagine, to match. Her wings, that has also been removed, were much different from Lu Han’s, hers looked more like a huge shell instead of actual angel wings, but no less beautiful.
Her fingers that were teasing the hairs at the back of Lu Han’s neck tightens its hold, tugging Lu Han forward slightly to reduce the nearly non-existent space between their bodies, sucking at Lu Han’s lower lip. Hands advanced lower, following the line of Lu Han’s spine, passing the clasp of the bra only to stop at the zipper of the corset, pulling it down swiftly to free Lu Han from it before throwing the article of clothing to a corner of the dressing room. Lu Han forced Sehun up on to one of the makeup tables, Sehun’s back pressing against the cool surface of the mirror, tip toeing slightly to whisper filth into Sehun’s ear, causing the younger model to flush a deeper shade of red.
Sehun lets out a sigh when Lu Han presses her lips along the length of her neck, leaving a small trail of lip gloss, feeling her nipples go stiff under her bra. Her tongue pokes out to lick away the stickiness from her lips, wincing slightly when Lu Han gives her neck a teasing bite, hard enough to leave bite marks but not enough to leave a bruise. “Too bad I can’t mark you, Baekhyun would kill me.” Lu Han says, sweeping her tongue along Sehun’s neck, tasting the sweetness of her lip gloss on Sehun’s neck. Her lips makes its way down Sehun’s prominent collarbones, nipping and licking along Sehun’s pale skin.
A hand presses up at Sehun’s ribs, her palm shifting slightly due to the chain of beads, a thumb running along the beaded lining, her fingernail nudging below the bra, following the shape of Sehun’s breast that was underneath the bra. “J-Jie...” Sehun moans, burying her fingers deeper into Lu Han’s dirty blonde hair, tugging at them as Lu Han kisses down to her sternum, Lu Han’s fingers, that managed to slip underneath the cup, teasing a pert nipple.
The brunette model quivers under Lu Han’s touches when the said model strokes at Sehun’s faint abs with her free hand, scraping her nails ever so gently at the pale skin, caressing Sehun’s hipbone. Using her hand that was on Sehun’s breasts, she unfastens Sehun’s bra clasp with practiced ease, pressing her lips against the exposed skin as she pulls down on the bra straps, pushing the cups along with the fringe and chain away, allowing Sehun to slip it off her arms swiftly, to a random corner of the cramped dressing room. Shivers run down the length of Lu Han’s spine, causing more blood to pool at her abdomen, when she stares at the expanse of Sehun’s chest- she was always more into breasts.
“Lu...jie...” Sehun hisses through her clenched teeth, back arching off the cool textured wall, when Lu Han sweeps her tongue at either one of Sehun’s pert nipples, lips latching and sucking till Sehun’s nipples were pointed, a hand at her other breast, massaging and pinching Sehun’s sensitive nipples stiff as she mimics the action of her tongue. The elder model skims her other hand along the line of Sehun’s panties, fingers dipping teasingly underneath the fabric, admiring the way the brunette’s skin broke out into goosebumps, earning a hitch in Sehun’s already erratic breathing.
Her hand dips a little more, still not enough for Lu Han to cup Sehun’s wetness, but enough to elicit a soft whine of desperation from the latter. Lu Han’s lips are suddenly kissing at his jawline, making Sehun wonder when the hell did Lu Han get so close to his face, lips at the shell of his ear. “You better keep your voice down Sehuna.” Lu Han whispers, voice an octave lower, sliding her hands to grope Sehun’s wetness, fingers exerting just the right amount of pressure for Sehun to buck up into Lu Han’s hand as her eyelids flutter shut, throat bobbing as she swallows back a choked moan.
The magnae trembles under her, head tipping back, letting a breathy sigh escape from her parted lips, hips rolling against the palm of Lu Han’s hand for more contact, earning a none too gentle bite on the shell of her ear, groaning at the gesture. “Behave.” Lu Han says rather sternly, digging her nails into Sehun’s hips, which makes Sehun stiffens but obeys immediately, holding back a whine that was working its way up her throat. “If you don’t behave, I’ll leave you here to take care of yourself.” Lu Han continues, causing Sehun to gulp, ignoring how she got wetter at the dominant tone of Lu Han’s voice, definitely wanting Lu Han to not stop.
“Good girl.” Lu Han smirks when she rubs her palm against Sehun’s wet entrance, watching Sehun bite on her own lower lip once again, prevent herself from thrusting upwards into Lu Han’s hand, tangling her free hand into Sehun’s long hair to tug at Sehun’s hair harshly, receiving a low groan. Sehun gasps, gripping tightly on to Lu Han’s shoulders with her eyes squeezed shut, worrying his lower lip with her teeth at the jolt of pleasure that spikes up at the touch of Lu Han’s fingers on her clit, almost swirling it between her fingers.
Lu Han lowers her head, eyes flickering up towards Sehun while she latches her lips around Sehun’s nipple again, sucking and nipping at the dusky nubs. “Sehuna.” Lu Han mutters Sehun’s nickname, knowing how it sends Sehun’s blood rushing between her legs, heat throbbing with need. With expert fingers, she hooks two fingers with her idle hand, dragging the offending material of Sehun’s soaked panties lower, licking down her stomach, trailing her tongue over the newly exposed skin.
A whine works its way out from the back of Sehun’s throat when Lu Han removes her hands from Sehun’s heated skin, quickly unclasping her bra and slipping it off her. The magnae’s tongue pokes out to wet her dry lips, watching Lu Han’s breasts appreciatively at how they almost bounce with every breath. She snaps herself out of her trance, originally thinking of Lu Han in skimpier looking lingerie when Lu Han skims her finger at the growing wet patch on the remaining article of underwear, before hooking her fingers at the sides of Sehun’s panties, swiftly removing it and tossing it to an unknown corner of the room. “F-Fuck.” Sehun curses out rather loudly, knees buckling at its own accord when Lu Han spreads Sehun’s legs further apart, getting down on her knees before lowering her head to puff hot air at Sehun’s wetness.
“Remember to keep quiet, Sehuna.” Lu Han reminds her, giving her inner thigh a squeeze, nuzzling her nose at Sehun’s lower stomach, just above the crotch, tongue darting out almost tentatively, trailing it up Sehun’s entrance. Pressing up a couple of digits against Sehun, she spreads Sehun’s entrance apart, blowing more air against the throbbing heat. Sehun would be surprise if she doesn't black out in the next few minutes, she thinks in the back of her mind, breath drawn out in heavy pants, fingers tangling then tugging at Lu Han's curls, feeling the drag of Lu Han's tongue against her spread entrance, which sends more heat flaring coursing through her body. "Lu Han jie..." She moans, trying to cant her hips upwards, only to be held back by Lu Han.
Lu Han places a hand on the back of Sehun's left calf, heaving at it till it rests on her shoulder, allowing her to bury her face between Sehun's shapely legs, her nose bumping against the skin just above Sehun's crotch. Her tongues darts out for the nth time to brush fleetingly over the swollen nub of Sehun's clit, making the younger model above her tense and jerk upwards unconsciously as she cries out, and pushing at her head for more. She almost smirks sadistically at the sounds of the sobs Sehun lets out, flicking her tongue over the sensitive nub a couple of times before licking a long stripe down Sehun's wet entrance once she spreads Sehun open with her fingers. The scent of arousal is making her dizzy in the best ways, forcing her nerve-endings flaring as she sticks her tongue into Sehun, thrusting shallowly in and out of Sehun.
Her nose buries itself at Sehun’s inner thigh as she shifts her head a little, to allow more of her tongue to lap up at Sehun’s insides, listening to the muffled moans that Sehun was trying to swallow back. “J-Jie!” Sehun almost screams, hips snapping back against Lu Han’s tongue when she feels Lu Han groan at her heat, sending vibrations straight to her crotch. She finally opens her eyes again, not remembering closing her eyes in the first place, breath hitching at the sight in front of her.
The elder model looking up at her with wide eyes, hair dishevelled especially her bangs, body lifted off her knees, hand in her panties, eyelids fluttering shut as she works her fingers between her legs, panting against Sehun. “Sehun...” Lu Han groans, feeling the stickiness of her fluids as she rubs a thumb over her swollen clit that was in need of attention, flicking her tongue in and out of Sehun, tasting the muskiness of Sehun’s fluids. “Ohh...” she pants, body quivering with pleasure when she easily slides two fingers into herself, feeling up the bumps of her inside, enjoying the slight burn of the stretch,
“Fuck my mouth, Sehuna.” Lu Han orders, voice raspy, which sends thrills up Sehun’s spine, proud of how she could get Lu Han so worked up and wanton. The magnae eagerly complies, rolling her hips upwards into Lu Han’s tongue, slowly at first before quickly picking up the pace.
“God...Han...” Sehun chokes back a moan, rocking her hips almost erratically, creeping a hand between them to rub at her neglected clit. Her breath hitches again when Lu Han moans particularly loudly, probably found her sweet spot before sliding a third finger, it was habit Lu Han had. Her ankles nudges Lu Han’s shoulders, fingers tugging by her hair, forcing more of her tongue in, knowing that she’s gonna come anytime soon.
“H-Han...I’m gonna -ahh...” Sehun tries to warn Lu Han, only to have her orgasm wreck through, body trembling with pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of her skull, hips snapping unconsciously. The elder model watches Sehun through Sehun’s orgasm, working her fingers fast, bumping them at her sweet spot. Soon, Lu Han was coming, long and hard, face plastered to Sehun’s inner thigh, voice caught at her throat, juices squirting and soaking through her underwear, leaving a small puddle just underneath.
“You okay?” Sehun asks, once she manages to blink away the euphoria and once Lu Han finally stops shaking, Lu Han’s breathing heavy against her thigh. The blonde female simply nodded her head tiredly, with a satisfied look on her face. “Good. I still think you look better in the red.”
--End--
Pairing: Hunhan
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Femslash, Dominant!Lu Han
Summary: Backstage PWP after a Victoria's Secrets Fashion Show
A/N: sorry for the rather crappy title, also i'm a bit out of practiced since i haven't written femslash for a while. Sehun's outfit. Lu Han's outfit. Merry Christmas!
Sehun whimpers into the kiss, eyelids heavy, head drunk with lust, the heavy scent of the Incredible perfume lingering in the air which was radiated off Lu Han’s skin, which just sends her head swimming in more lust and more blood rushing south. She thinks Lu Han looks really gorgeous like that, below her, body between her legs, Lu Han still in the lingerie she was put into. Breasts pressed up in a black lace bra, the right amount of cleaves showing, not excessive to make her look like a cheap whore, enough for her to exude in sexiness and also enough for men everywhere to drool over her. Her slender waist covered in a friendlier version of a corset, silver with white scroll designs along with linings of black lace to tie everything together, hiding the garter underneath, black lace panties, low riding to allow slight exposure of Lu Han’s hipbone. Black lace gloves covering her forearms, which Sehun thought was a shame since Lu Han did have rather nice arms, garter belts holding up Lu Han’s black translucent stockings, the pair of black heels tossed to the side along with, chunky necklace and dangling earrings that she wore earlier on, Lu Han’s soft curls tousled slightly as she leans closer to deepen the kiss. Sehun thought she looked like a goddess when she walked the runway, especially with the gorgeous set of wings they made for her, gold painted metal body, large white feathers covering up the negative spaced then several thinner but longer looking feathers slotted in strategically to emphasise Lu Han’s figure. Though, the staffs removed it almost immediately after the show was over since the wings were a little heavy and weren’t good for a model’s posture.
The elder of the two gently bites down on Sehun’s lower lips as a warning to focus, tongue sweeping at the bite mark as a quiet apology before sliding her tongue deeper into Sehun’s mouth, shivers running up her spine when their tongues brushed momentarily. “You looked really gorgeous tonight by the way.” Lu Han says between kisses against Sehun’s lips in a hushed whisper, causing Sehun’s cheeks to go pink. Sehun didn’t really think her outfit today was the most complicated thing they’ve put her in, also not the most grand thing either. Baby blue bra with white or shimmery sequins that were hand sewn, along with beads outlining the cups of the bra, a fringe decorating the front clasp, plus a chain of beads connected from the front clasp all the way to her back, complimenting her slim waist that she was known for. Unlike Lu Han, she was on the flatter side, but push up bras did do wonders sometimes, forcing her breasts upwards, giving her the image that she was racking Ds when in fact she was just a B. Baby blue panties with a cute bow in front, rimmed with translucent fabric, leaving little to imagine, to match. Her wings, that has also been removed, were much different from Lu Han’s, hers looked more like a huge shell instead of actual angel wings, but no less beautiful.
Her fingers that were teasing the hairs at the back of Lu Han’s neck tightens its hold, tugging Lu Han forward slightly to reduce the nearly non-existent space between their bodies, sucking at Lu Han’s lower lip. Hands advanced lower, following the line of Lu Han’s spine, passing the clasp of the bra only to stop at the zipper of the corset, pulling it down swiftly to free Lu Han from it before throwing the article of clothing to a corner of the dressing room. Lu Han forced Sehun up on to one of the makeup tables, Sehun’s back pressing against the cool surface of the mirror, tip toeing slightly to whisper filth into Sehun’s ear, causing the younger model to flush a deeper shade of red.
Sehun lets out a sigh when Lu Han presses her lips along the length of her neck, leaving a small trail of lip gloss, feeling her nipples go stiff under her bra. Her tongue pokes out to lick away the stickiness from her lips, wincing slightly when Lu Han gives her neck a teasing bite, hard enough to leave bite marks but not enough to leave a bruise. “Too bad I can’t mark you, Baekhyun would kill me.” Lu Han says, sweeping her tongue along Sehun’s neck, tasting the sweetness of her lip gloss on Sehun’s neck. Her lips makes its way down Sehun’s prominent collarbones, nipping and licking along Sehun’s pale skin.
A hand presses up at Sehun’s ribs, her palm shifting slightly due to the chain of beads, a thumb running along the beaded lining, her fingernail nudging below the bra, following the shape of Sehun’s breast that was underneath the bra. “J-Jie...” Sehun moans, burying her fingers deeper into Lu Han’s dirty blonde hair, tugging at them as Lu Han kisses down to her sternum, Lu Han’s fingers, that managed to slip underneath the cup, teasing a pert nipple.
The brunette model quivers under Lu Han’s touches when the said model strokes at Sehun’s faint abs with her free hand, scraping her nails ever so gently at the pale skin, caressing Sehun’s hipbone. Using her hand that was on Sehun’s breasts, she unfastens Sehun’s bra clasp with practiced ease, pressing her lips against the exposed skin as she pulls down on the bra straps, pushing the cups along with the fringe and chain away, allowing Sehun to slip it off her arms swiftly, to a random corner of the cramped dressing room. Shivers run down the length of Lu Han’s spine, causing more blood to pool at her abdomen, when she stares at the expanse of Sehun’s chest- she was always more into breasts.
“Lu...jie...” Sehun hisses through her clenched teeth, back arching off the cool textured wall, when Lu Han sweeps her tongue at either one of Sehun’s pert nipples, lips latching and sucking till Sehun’s nipples were pointed, a hand at her other breast, massaging and pinching Sehun’s sensitive nipples stiff as she mimics the action of her tongue. The elder model skims her other hand along the line of Sehun’s panties, fingers dipping teasingly underneath the fabric, admiring the way the brunette’s skin broke out into goosebumps, earning a hitch in Sehun’s already erratic breathing.
Her hand dips a little more, still not enough for Lu Han to cup Sehun’s wetness, but enough to elicit a soft whine of desperation from the latter. Lu Han’s lips are suddenly kissing at his jawline, making Sehun wonder when the hell did Lu Han get so close to his face, lips at the shell of his ear. “You better keep your voice down Sehuna.” Lu Han whispers, voice an octave lower, sliding her hands to grope Sehun’s wetness, fingers exerting just the right amount of pressure for Sehun to buck up into Lu Han’s hand as her eyelids flutter shut, throat bobbing as she swallows back a choked moan.
The magnae trembles under her, head tipping back, letting a breathy sigh escape from her parted lips, hips rolling against the palm of Lu Han’s hand for more contact, earning a none too gentle bite on the shell of her ear, groaning at the gesture. “Behave.” Lu Han says rather sternly, digging her nails into Sehun’s hips, which makes Sehun stiffens but obeys immediately, holding back a whine that was working its way up her throat. “If you don’t behave, I’ll leave you here to take care of yourself.” Lu Han continues, causing Sehun to gulp, ignoring how she got wetter at the dominant tone of Lu Han’s voice, definitely wanting Lu Han to not stop.
“Good girl.” Lu Han smirks when she rubs her palm against Sehun’s wet entrance, watching Sehun bite on her own lower lip once again, prevent herself from thrusting upwards into Lu Han’s hand, tangling her free hand into Sehun’s long hair to tug at Sehun’s hair harshly, receiving a low groan. Sehun gasps, gripping tightly on to Lu Han’s shoulders with her eyes squeezed shut, worrying his lower lip with her teeth at the jolt of pleasure that spikes up at the touch of Lu Han’s fingers on her clit, almost swirling it between her fingers.
Lu Han lowers her head, eyes flickering up towards Sehun while she latches her lips around Sehun’s nipple again, sucking and nipping at the dusky nubs. “Sehuna.” Lu Han mutters Sehun’s nickname, knowing how it sends Sehun’s blood rushing between her legs, heat throbbing with need. With expert fingers, she hooks two fingers with her idle hand, dragging the offending material of Sehun’s soaked panties lower, licking down her stomach, trailing her tongue over the newly exposed skin.
A whine works its way out from the back of Sehun’s throat when Lu Han removes her hands from Sehun’s heated skin, quickly unclasping her bra and slipping it off her. The magnae’s tongue pokes out to wet her dry lips, watching Lu Han’s breasts appreciatively at how they almost bounce with every breath. She snaps herself out of her trance, originally thinking of Lu Han in skimpier looking lingerie when Lu Han skims her finger at the growing wet patch on the remaining article of underwear, before hooking her fingers at the sides of Sehun’s panties, swiftly removing it and tossing it to an unknown corner of the room. “F-Fuck.” Sehun curses out rather loudly, knees buckling at its own accord when Lu Han spreads Sehun’s legs further apart, getting down on her knees before lowering her head to puff hot air at Sehun’s wetness.
“Remember to keep quiet, Sehuna.” Lu Han reminds her, giving her inner thigh a squeeze, nuzzling her nose at Sehun’s lower stomach, just above the crotch, tongue darting out almost tentatively, trailing it up Sehun’s entrance. Pressing up a couple of digits against Sehun, she spreads Sehun’s entrance apart, blowing more air against the throbbing heat. Sehun would be surprise if she doesn't black out in the next few minutes, she thinks in the back of her mind, breath drawn out in heavy pants, fingers tangling then tugging at Lu Han's curls, feeling the drag of Lu Han's tongue against her spread entrance, which sends more heat flaring coursing through her body. "Lu Han jie..." She moans, trying to cant her hips upwards, only to be held back by Lu Han.
Lu Han places a hand on the back of Sehun's left calf, heaving at it till it rests on her shoulder, allowing her to bury her face between Sehun's shapely legs, her nose bumping against the skin just above Sehun's crotch. Her tongues darts out for the nth time to brush fleetingly over the swollen nub of Sehun's clit, making the younger model above her tense and jerk upwards unconsciously as she cries out, and pushing at her head for more. She almost smirks sadistically at the sounds of the sobs Sehun lets out, flicking her tongue over the sensitive nub a couple of times before licking a long stripe down Sehun's wet entrance once she spreads Sehun open with her fingers. The scent of arousal is making her dizzy in the best ways, forcing her nerve-endings flaring as she sticks her tongue into Sehun, thrusting shallowly in and out of Sehun.
Her nose buries itself at Sehun’s inner thigh as she shifts her head a little, to allow more of her tongue to lap up at Sehun’s insides, listening to the muffled moans that Sehun was trying to swallow back. “J-Jie!” Sehun almost screams, hips snapping back against Lu Han’s tongue when she feels Lu Han groan at her heat, sending vibrations straight to her crotch. She finally opens her eyes again, not remembering closing her eyes in the first place, breath hitching at the sight in front of her.
The elder model looking up at her with wide eyes, hair dishevelled especially her bangs, body lifted off her knees, hand in her panties, eyelids fluttering shut as she works her fingers between her legs, panting against Sehun. “Sehun...” Lu Han groans, feeling the stickiness of her fluids as she rubs a thumb over her swollen clit that was in need of attention, flicking her tongue in and out of Sehun, tasting the muskiness of Sehun’s fluids. “Ohh...” she pants, body quivering with pleasure when she easily slides two fingers into herself, feeling up the bumps of her inside, enjoying the slight burn of the stretch,
“Fuck my mouth, Sehuna.” Lu Han orders, voice raspy, which sends thrills up Sehun’s spine, proud of how she could get Lu Han so worked up and wanton. The magnae eagerly complies, rolling her hips upwards into Lu Han’s tongue, slowly at first before quickly picking up the pace.
“God...Han...” Sehun chokes back a moan, rocking her hips almost erratically, creeping a hand between them to rub at her neglected clit. Her breath hitches again when Lu Han moans particularly loudly, probably found her sweet spot before sliding a third finger, it was habit Lu Han had. Her ankles nudges Lu Han’s shoulders, fingers tugging by her hair, forcing more of her tongue in, knowing that she’s gonna come anytime soon.
“H-Han...I’m gonna -ahh...” Sehun tries to warn Lu Han, only to have her orgasm wreck through, body trembling with pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of her skull, hips snapping unconsciously. The elder model watches Sehun through Sehun’s orgasm, working her fingers fast, bumping them at her sweet spot. Soon, Lu Han was coming, long and hard, face plastered to Sehun’s inner thigh, voice caught at her throat, juices squirting and soaking through her underwear, leaving a small puddle just underneath.
“You okay?” Sehun asks, once she manages to blink away the euphoria and once Lu Han finally stops shaking, Lu Han’s breathing heavy against her thigh. The blonde female simply nodded her head tiredly, with a satisfied look on her face. “Good. I still think you look better in the red.”
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