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1. Luhan wasn't pushed down. He ran into the luggage cart of the man that one of the managers was trying to walk around. Suho clearly avoided the cart, but Luhan obviously wasn't paying attention. So, he ended up running straight into it. He didn't even really fall. Calm your tits.
2. The managers and security obviously set up a plan to separate the members and send them in groups so that the fans would be more dispersed and less clumped together. It would be hard af to walk with a thousand fans glued in a circle around them.
3. Sehun did kind of leave Luhan, but that's because he panicked. Suho and the manager was walking ahead of them, and he started to get separated from them. Naturally, he was just trying to catch the fuck up. Seriously, give the kid a break. Who wouldn't panic? And he did like a little grabby thing at Luhan's coat, but it was more like an unconscious afterthought.
4. The situation really wasn't bad at all. Guys, it wasn't even that crowded. Nobody was molesting them or groping them inappropriately (or throwing anything at their faces). Sure, there was a lot of screaming and flashing cameras, but that is to be expected. Everyone is just making a big hype about it because Luhan just walked into a man's luggage cart because he wasn't paying attention. He was probably more embarrassed than anything. And some fans (and the lady who was with the man whose cart Luhan tripped over) actually helped him up. So stop bashing the fans. They're just like the rest of us. Plus, the fans were saying "what happened?" "what is it?" "what's going on???"
IN SUMMATION--
nobody tripped/knocked Luhan over (he is just an adorable spacey baby deer ok).
they were supposed to be separated.
Sehun is 19, wtf do you expect from a scared 19 year old. He can't even drive yet. He doesn't know anything but himself at this age.
"Hot. Fuck…ah…" Luhan moaned into the collar of Sehun's half-unbuttoned dress shirt as the latter ground him into the wall. Their hips were colliding hard and fast, and Luhan felt the rough texture of the wall through his pants.
Sehun pressed his tongue into Luhan's mouth refusing to let up even when Luhan began to choke on their mixed saliva. He yanked off his belt and popped open the button on his trousers, letting them drop to the floor. Luhan yelped when Sehun bit his bottom lip and pulled his jeans off, immediately reconnecting their hips.
Luhan began to whine and whimper, legs becoming weak as Sehun groaned into his mouth, and they stumbled to the bed on the other side of the room, making quick work of their shirts. "Sehun…" Luhan gasped and rutted into the air seeking relief for his pulsating member. "Please, Sehun…"
"God, you're so hot," Sehun growled into Luhan's neck, crawling on top of the boy laying down. He bent over and captured Luhan's leaking dick between his lips with an obscene slurping sound before taking in the entire shaft a few times. Luhan gasped and muttered foul words, occasionally thrusting into Sehun's throat and clawing at the bedsheets.
Sehun released him with a loud pop, and he reached into Luhan's nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube which he used to thoroughly coat his fingers. He pushed Luhan's legs up so that the boy's knees were resting on either side of his head. Luhan locked his arms around his legs to keep them in place as Sehun smeared the water-based lube around his tight hole.
Sehun slowly pushed his middle finger in and relished at the way that Luhan's ass seemed to consume it. Luhan made small noises, and Sehun added a second finger, curling them upwards as he watched Luhan squirm on the bed panting because of him.
And as Sehun picked up the pace, shoving his fingers into Luhan's ass over and over again at an incredible pace, Luhan's hips lifted off the bed in time to his thrusts because Sehun's arm flexed and pulled upwards.
Luhan was still gasping, lips swollen and legs spread, even after Sehun pulled his fingers out to replace them with his tongue. The older male was shaking as Sehun licked and sucked the now-gaping opening, plunging his tongue in and out repeatedly. He reached out with a trembling hand and grabbed a fistful of Sehun's hair, feebly yanking him up so that they could kiss.
"Kiss," Luhan mumbled cutely, knees still propped up, and the sight of a disheveled and completely submissive Luhan was enough to make Sehun squirt some cold lube onto his cock and bury it into Luhan's ass as he moved up for a kiss. Luhan cried out with small, repetitive "ah"s while Sehun pounded into him, stuffing himself into Luhan as if to prevent a leakage.
Luhan was leaking, though, and he untangled his fingers from Sehun's hair, reaching between their sweaty bodies to tug on his aching member.
He pushed Sehun up to change positions and climbed on top of Sehun so that his ass was hovering just above the latter's slick length. Luhan pumped his own cock while slowly sliding down to sit completely in Sehun's lap, impaling himself. He rocked back and forth, and Sehun held him close for support, nibbling on the expanse of pale skin that covered his neck. Luhan's moans were so loud and filled with desperate pleas for Sehun to go faster, harder, right there, and Sehun couldn't keep his orgasm at bay any longer as Luhan bounced up and down on top of him, cock bouncing, ass milking every drop of cum that Sehun could expel.
Sehun pressed his chest into Luhan's back, not pulling out, and watched as Luhan stroked himself with increasing speed. He saw the little jerks that paired with the sounds that came out of Luhan's mouth and almost came a second time when Luhan arched his back, face distorted, and spilled white all over his stomach.
Luhan collapsed into Sehun's embrace as the younger boy pulled out a few tissues from the Kleenex box and wiped up Luhan's stomach.
"Wow," Sehun chuckled, patting the sweat off of Luhan's face with a tissue.
Luhan just smiled up at him deviously and shifted a little in Sehun's nap, earning him a slightly choked groan.
(it's really really really short, but I'm thinking about doing another ver. idk what I'm saying.)
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Flash.
"Sehun-ah," he chuckled at the sight of a perplexed-looking Sehun fumbling with the buttons on a white, Samsung digital camera. "Who gave you a camera?"
Sehun looked up briefly with a frown plastered on his face. "Manager hyung, duh," he replied, tongue slipping out between his lips. "Make yourself useful, he said." Sehun grimaced briefly. "So now I have this camera, and you are my model."
Luhan gauged the expression on Sehun's face for a moment before laughing loudly. "Okay, okay, since mana hyung put you in charge of such expensive technology, you should take your job as photographer seriously."
"It isn't even that expensive," Sehun muttered bitterly. "The one he gave Kris hyung is a lot more expensive."
Luhan stifled another laugh as Sehun took several consecutive pictures of him accidentally. "Come on," he grabbed onto the whiny nineteen year old's temporarily free hand and dragged him towards a cardboard cut-out of Yunho. "I want to take a picture with him."
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"Hyuuuuuunnnnng," Sehun groaned, halting his steps and standing stubbornly in place. "I'm the photographer," he mindlessly scraped the smooth flooring with his rubber sole. "I get to decide what to photograph."
Luhan tugged on his arm, managing to look mildly upset and fairly pitiful. "But Sehun," he poked his bottom out ever so slightly, "I just wanted to help you out…"
Sehun groaned again, louder this time, and walked forward a couple of reluctant steps. "But Luhan," he fingered the camera hanging around his neck. "I've taken a thousand pictures of you posing with the live-sized cardboard versions of DBSK, our own members, and even with the chocolate that has our faces printed on them."
"You forgot the DBSK chocolate cake and the EXO stickers," Luhan added sarcastically with a huff.
Grabbing Luhan's wrist, Sehun jerked him closer so that their bodies collided. "Let's take some selcas. Just like we used to do before you left for China," he insisted.
"Alright," Luhan looked up at Sehun, wide-eyed and flushed. "Just like we used to do."
His voice was soft, barely a whisper against Sehun's skin. The only way that Sehun knew to pay attention was when he felt lukewarm breaths tickling the surface.
This is another thing that I may or may not make into a full fic idk.
I have the attention span of a leaf.
Anyways, this is for perfuckedsehun because she is an awesome artist,
and I'm trying to get her to draw more moremoreMORE.
It took Luhan multiple sloppy attempts at shoving his key into the lock, and when key finally slid into the slot and the door unlocked with a click, he stumbled into his apartment muttering profanities.
In fact, he was so fed up with work and so exhausted that he failed to notice the little heart-shaped sticky note that clung to the refrigerator.
It was only until after he clumsily removed his tie and unbuttoned his dress shirt that he even made it to the refrigerator, praying to whatever deity that existed that there be some wine or champagne or at least a can of beer in there.
He noticed the bright pink heart and tore it off the refrigerator door, fixing to chuck it into the trashcan, when he saw Sehun's messy scrawl on it.
I'm going to be home a little late today, but don't touch the champagne in the refrigerator until I come home! It's for us to share. I love you ♡ Sehun
Luhan bit his lip as a sudden rush of emotions overtook him. He had been too frustrated earlier to notice, but Sehun wasn't home yet, and all he wanted to do at this point was to bury his face inside the crook of his boyfriend's neck and have a good cry. This was the only way for him to fall asleep peacefully.
God, I am so fucked up, he thought and barked out a dry laugh.
The refrigerator was now useless to Luhan considering Sehun had warned him about drinking the champagne prematurely. He wasn't in a position to handle an upset Sehun right now.
He just settled for taking a long, hot bath.
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He watched the water fill up in the tub form his position perched on the side of the porcelain basin, legs leisurely stretched out across its width. The humid steam trapped in the bathroom felt sticky on the surface of Luhan's skin and the temperature made goosebumps appear on the previously smooth surface.
Once the water was at maximum capacity, he dropped some bath fizz in, wasting several of the expensive luxuries because he was worth it.
Luhan gingerly stepped into the steaming water before sliding his entire body in. He was immediately engulfed in the scent of fragrant roses, and he reveled in the almost uncomfortable warmth.
Forty minutes later, sweat had pooled in the hollow between his collarbones, and there was moisture dripping down his face. Luhan wasn't sure if it was his own bodily fluids or the bathwater at this point because the heat and the pressure from the bath was making him feel lightheaded.
He closed his eyes and took in shallow breaths.
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The next thing he knew, Sehun's scent overtook that of the rose bathwater, and lanky arms were wrapping themselves around him. He was suddenly cold and missing the warmth of the water, so he thought it appropriate to whine in protest, even as a fluffy towel was wrapped around his limp body.
He didn't bother to open his eyes.
He was too exhausted to open them.
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"Sehun," Luhan mumbled unconsciously while shifting on top of what he figured was their shared bed.
"Luhan?" A reply from somewhere outside of the bedroom was heard.
There was a shuffle of feet on the carpet, and Luhan felt the bed shake a little from some added weight. The comforter rustled, and he felt a familiar warmth envelop his body.
"I'm not sleeping," Luhan whispered.
"I know," Sehun replied quietly. "I can always tell when you're sleeping."
He felt Sehun pull his body closer and responded by tucking his face in the warm crevice between neck and shoulder.
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It was six AM when Luhan slid out of bed, finding it difficult to squirm out of Sehun's iron grip.
He won't even let me go when he sleeps. Luhan smiled in satisfaction at this thought and decided to make breakfast.
It was eight AM when Sehun woke up to an all too quiet apartment. Luhan greeted him with a smile as the younger staggered into the kitchen.
"Are you making breakfast?"
Luhan thought that Sehun's sleepy drawl was adorable.
"Yup!"
"But you can't cook…"
Luhan shooed Sehun into the living room and hurried back into the kitchen to grab a tray full of the breakfast that he had prepared.
He proudly set the tray down on the coffee table in front of Sehun.
"Cut fruit and champagne for breakfast?"
"Is there a problem?" Luhan made a show of glaring at his boyfriend.
"No…No, it's perfect."
Luhan laughed and slipped a piece of fruit into Sehun's mouth as the latter busied himself with uncorking the champagne.
"Hyung, you're being uncharacteristically nice… It's freaking me out."
"Well, sorry for being in a good mood because I have my boyfriend and a bottle of champagne to enjoy on the weekend which means no work for two days," Luhan practically squealed.
"Tho cuuuuuuuute," Sehun commented between sweet bites of strawberry.
I don't know what this is, like, I think I was planning to flesh it out later.
IN THE MEANTIME, THIS GOES HERE.
It was two AM when Luhan woke up, tangled amidst white linens and his boyfriend's lanky limbs. He could hear soft breathing coming from somewhere near his right ear, and the sound was immediately familiar. Peeling his slightly damp skin away from the sheets, he quietly padded into the living room.
It's hot. Reaching out blindly, Luhan felt around the coffee table for the remote to the air-conditioner. There was a gentle beep followed by a slight whirring noise that signaled his success.
He made himself comfortable on the couch, taking up the entire space lengthwise with his body.
Luhan shivered slightly when he felt the arctic breeze from the AC aimed towards his position in the room. He parted his lips ever so slightly in order to suck in some cold, crisp air. Sehun always reminded him not to stay directly in front of the air channel because it would make him sick, but Sehun wasn't here right now. He was still in the bedroom sleeping soundly.
Luhan was alone.
Sometimes, he preferred it that way. Sometimes, the eighteen year old in the other room seemed worlds away from him. There was an innocence that accompanied youth, and it was painfully undeniable.
Luhan was just the opposite of that, and he was beginning to wonder if the younger boy knew what exactly was happening. He wondered if Sehun had actually pondered the consequences of moving in with him.
He's giving up so much, Luhan couldn't help but think.
The humming of the air-conditioning beckoned Luhan to close his eyes and lulled him into a light slumber.
Luhan awoke to a small beep coming from above him.
He didn't feel like opening his eyes yet.
"I told him not to stay directly below this thing when it's on…" He could hear his boyfriend mumbling, hands fumbling with the remote.
Sehun noticed as Luhan slowly cracked his eyes open. "I can't believe you were sleeping out here," the boy said, sounding obviously dejected.
"You were too warm," Luhan replied. He rubbed the now chilled, dry skin on his arms then reached out for Sehun's hand.
Luhan smiled when long, thin fingers intertwined with his own, twisting together until he could no longer distinguish them. Then, he made an effortful tug on Sehun's arm until the eighteen year old settled himself on the couch, body laying flush with that of a suddenly very cold Luhan.
A warm, almost feverish, kiss was pressed onto Luhan's lips, and he didn't resist. Nothing made him feel as warm as Sehun did. Suddenly, he was glad that the AC had been turned off.
He heard Sehun's worried whispers of "I don't want you to get sick. How about we go back in the room?"
It's stifling in the room, Luhan wanted to say. It feels as though I could suffocate in there.
He knew that Sehun wouldn't understand, so he just shook his head no.
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Sometimes, Luhan frightened Sehun. Sometimes, Sehun just wanted to hold him tight, with arms encompassing narrow shoulders, holding the twenty three year old back and shielding him from harm.
Sehun watched as Luhan lay there passively, looking so weak, so fragile.
He has no idea, Sehun mused, staring at thin eyelids and long lashes.
So, he leaned in, his own warmth meeting with the soft, plush lips of the other. So cold.
He wanted to warm those lips up, to thaw the frigid body, to crack the ice that encased a delicate soul.
A sense of exhilaration rushed through Sehun's veins as he watched and felt Luhan's face heat up, mouth becoming eager, body responsive. He let his fingers trail from the side of Luhan's face, down the curved neck, to rest on a sharp shoulder.
Sehun pulled back slowly, and he was pleased to see that Luhan's face was slightly mottled with a noticeable flush. He stroked his thumb across the red, swollen bottom lip while Luhan sighed softly in contentment.
This is dedicated to Kira and the anon who kinda sorta requested this except not really.
I AM SORRY ANON BECAUSE THE ONLY THING I TOOK OUT OF YOUR PROMPT WAS "BED" AND "SMUT."
But I still hope you like it.
SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG.
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He had been sleeping soundly after a particularly long day at the office where his boss, aka Emperor Wu, had been yelling at him for being too timid when dealing with clientele.
"This isn't a bakery, Luhan," Kris had scolded. "We're running a tight operation here, and I can't have our clients taking advantage of us just because you can't handle the pressure from some middle-aged, pot-bellied pig."
After that, Luhan had run back into his office, biting back hot tears and locking the door, staying in his small five-hundred square feet of private space far past the end of his office hours, until he was sure that everyone had left. When he slid into the space between comforter and cotton sheets, Sehun was asleep.
Naturally, he was a bit peeved at being woken up at--what time was it? Luhan checked the glaring digital display on the nightstand--three AM, courtesy of his boyfriend's flailing limbs.
"Sehun," He whispered hoarsely. "Sehun, are you awake? Stop hitting me." Luhan stared at the ceiling for a while, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness. Turning towards the figure beside him, he noticed that Sehun had thrown off the comforter, leaving it partially clinging to the corner of the mattress. Sigh.
He sat up slowly and reached over Sehun's limp body to save the blanket from falling completely onto the floor because both of them had forgotten to turn the A/C down before going to bed, and a cool draft was steadily pumping out of the overhead air vent. As the blanket dragged over Sehun's thigh, Luhan felt something warm brush against the back of his hand.
Sehun stirred and cracked open his eyes, suddenly grasping Luhan's wrist.
"Ah… Loosen up, idiot," Luhan chuckled softly, attempting to pry his wrist free from Sehun's steadfast grip. He could feel the veins in his arm pulsing as his hand began to swell undetectably, but Sehun wasn't letting go. "Sehun-ah," Luhan furrowed his eyebrows. "That's beginning to--"
Luhan found himself laying flat on his back when Sehun lurched forward and flipped him over, still keeping his hold on his now-aching wrist. Sehun's breathing was coming slowly, raggedly, and his chest was heaving. Luhan could feel every breath that he exhaled as it tickled his neck.
"What's…What's wrong?" Luhan swallowed, slightly afraid but also feeling a jolt of electricity moving towards his groin with every one of Sehun's laborious breaths.
Sehun leaned in closer and closer, closing the gap between their mouths as slowly as his breathing, until, finally, their lips met. But he didn't stop there, with a simple, fleeting brush of the lips. Sehun kept pressing into Luhan with his entire body, forcing Luhan's lips against his teeth until the older opened his mouth to relieve the sting. Luhan was hard now, and judging by the feel of Sehun's erection earlier, he was pretty damn hard, too.
Their tongues collided violently inside Luhan's mouth, the older never able to force his way into Sehun's, always losing the struggle while Sehun snuck a hand up his oversized t-shirt, trailing long fingers along Luhan's skin. Both of them were burning by then, the fluffy comforter having been long discarded as Sehun ground down on Luhan who was squirming helplessly against the sheets.
Luhan was growing impatient with every brush of Sehun's hands against his skin, and he managed to dislodge Sehun's mouth from his collarbone long enough to take off his pesky shirt and boxers. He saw Sehun grin wickedly out of the corner of his eye and sighed internally, but, to be honest, he was too horny to care. All he could think about as he watched Sehun disrobe in front of him was that his boyfriend seemed to have a sudden urge to do everything slowly, and it was starting to annoy him in the slightest.
But that annoyance dissolved the moment Sehun's lips were back on his collarbone, nipping and sucking red blossoms into his skin, and his sounds of annoyance turned to sounds of approval as Sehun reached down between their feverish bodies and began to tug purposefully on his erection.
Luhan pulled Sehun's face up to lock mouths with him, and Sehun stopped jerking him off long enough to move his hands up. Luhan was about to protest when he felt pangs of pleasure shooting through his abdomen as Sehun rutted against his own erection. "Se..Sehun…now…"
And apparently, Sehun took this request literally.
Luhan screeched in a mixture of surprise and agony as Sehun lifted a creamy thigh over his shoulder and pushed in, pressing Luhan's shoulders against the mattress with both hands. "Fuck," Luhan sobbed out, more than slightly irritated now, but also feeling incredibly aroused from the demeaning treatment.
"FUCK."
Everything throbbed, from his head to his fingertips to his toes.
At the same time, everything felt numb and heavy.
He couldn't get enough of the sensation.
"More," he breathed, unable to move his limbs. "Sehun, give me more…"
Sehun was more than willing to oblige, as he pounded into Luhan's ass that was growing more and more damp from a mixture of his and Sehun's bodily fluids. His head was thrown back in ecstasy as Sehun rammed into him at a faster pace, harder and harder until Luhan could swear that Sehun was all the way into his stomach, if that was even possible. But there was no time for reason because Luhan was a moaning mess, and Sehun was growling and leaving bruises all over Luhan's shoulders and upper arms.
The moment Sehun's stomach brushed against Luhan's erection, it was all over, and Luhan's mind forgot everything that wasn't Sehun. It wasn't until he felt something slide out of him that he bothered to open his eyes and drink in the sight of a spent Sehun who was sprawled on the bed sleeping.
Sleeping? What the fuck, not even Sehun falls asleep that quickly after sex.
Luhan slid over towards the unconscious body, wincing at the feeling of hot semen dribbling out of his hole, and pressed a hand against Sehun's cheek.
Definitely sleeping.
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"You're so lucky we fuck often enough for that not to have killed me," Luhan bit out, turning away from Sehun's apologetic stare and groaning loudly from the pain of movement.
"But hyung… I swear I don't remember any of it!" Sehun reached out feebly towards the figure in front of him. "I would never be so rough with you…"
Luhan shrugged Sehun's hand off of his bruised shoulder with a scowl. "I've heard of sleep-talking before…and even sleep-walking, but I have never in my life heard of sleep-sexing."
Sehun burst out into a fit of laughter at this remark and pulled Luhan's resistant body against his chest, wrapping long arms around the sniffling boy. "Come on, let me make you breakfast."
"But, Sehun," Luhan whined, rubbing at his nose pitifully. "It hurts…."
"Come on, hyung," Sehun brushed his lips against the back of Luhan's neck. "French toast and sliced peaches?"
Luhan sighed softly and leaned back, drawn to the warmth of Sehun's body.
Will work on prompts, expect them up on Saturday! Remember, I'm selective. Edit. Um, I'm going to be busy out of town this week, so I'll do them next week! Whoops~ lol sorry, but that's the price you pay for effort. And keep the prompts/requests coming! I like having many to choose from.
sehun-tokki is now open for requests! (don’t make me regret this later…!) All genres and ratings are free to be requested under ONE CONDITION. I will ONLY be writing HunHan, since this is strictly a HunHan fic blog. Also, I will likely pick and choose the most creative and interesting prompts, But I will try to fulfill some typical college!AUs and typical fluff stuff… Sooooo… Don’t be shy and request whatever your little hearts desire! Just send the request via “Ask.” LET THE REQUESTING BEGIN. (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
