One thing that you really loved about Luhan, is that he was so easy to work up. No matter the time or place, you always found a way. Tonight, the situation was made for that.
It is dark out, and Luhan has been driving for hours. You are on a road trip, and this is one of the first long-haul trips you have done thus far. Skipping town, and avoiding the price of a hotel room, you are taking turns behind the wheel whenever the other gets tired. Luhan is stubborn though, and apart from a couple rest breaks to use the bathroom and stretch your legs, you have been on the road for close to ten hours now. You know that he should sleep, but convincing him to pull over so that you can swap out is proving difficult.
You do what you know best, reaching over to rest your hand on his thigh, noticing the way that he tenses up straight away. You pretend to pay no mind, letting your hand roam a little upwards, now seeing his jaw clench, the shadows cast by the infrequent streetlights accentuating the sharp angle. It has been so long since you have seen another car on the road, only more of a reason to pull over, no risk of being hit as you get out to swap who is sitting where.
Luhan tries his hardest, which isn’t nearly as much effort as you would put in, to resist, even as your hands move higher, fingers digging into his hips, hand slipping between his thighs, pretending not to feel his cock as it hardens quickly without you even properly touching it yet. His breath catches in his throat when you lay your palm flat, pressing down on his length, and he glances over at you quickly before again attempting to focus on the road ahead.
“Baobei,” He gasps, his words are strained, “I’m driving… please, I need to focus.”
You giggle at this, unbuckling your seatbelt, not caring about the road laws, you lean over the centre console to press a kiss to his cheek as you find the waistband of his tracksuit pants to slip a hand underneath. You don’t want to risk his vision of the road, so kiss away from his eyes and to his ear instead, nibbling his earlobe gently if only to hear the pathetic whimper that leaves him. He is growing impatient, although still headstrong, you know that it won’t be difficult to break that.
“Come on, Lulu,” You whisper into his ear, feeling him tense up again just as your fingers graze his cock, “Pull over, please?”
Luhan shakes his head, trying to compose himself, “We are only halfway there.”
You wrap your hand around his length now, just as you lick a stripe down his neck. Gently stroking his cock, urging him with your words and your actions to give in. He must not be far off now, that you can tell by the way that his foot lifts off the pedal just a bit, slowing down only just enough for you to notice. His pleads for you to let him go are slowly fading, replaced with soft moans, escalating as your movements speed up, and soon, his grip on the wheel tightens, he is giving in, and you are so ready.
Pulling over into the next off-road stop he can find, you are grateful to see no other cars parked, and Luhan is on you in a second. His hand slips down the side of your seat to lay it back, just as he clambers over the console to get on top of you. Your hands are in his hair as he works at your pants, desperately tugging them down and groaning when he feels how wet you already are, worked up yourself just from teasing him the way that you did.
“Fuck, Lu,” You moan as he enters you with two fingers, still wanting to prepare you, he always has to be gentle, you like it best that way, “Good boy, fuck.”
He grows impatient quickly, but you didn’t need much preparation, soon taking his cock all the way, his first thrust particularly hard, especially for him, out of sheer desperate need to feel your walls around him, to relieve himself more than you had allowed with your hands, you now give him some of the power, to take out on you what you held back from him. This was your objective, loving him best when he has insatiable desire, you love the way that he fucks you fast and eager, kissing you deeply, needing to be as close to you as possible, as much inside of you as he can, tongue halfway down your throat, he is a mess.
“Feels so good, baobei,” He whines, sweat beading on his brow bone, “You take me so well, fuck, I needed this, I needed you.”
You cry out with another hard thrust, just as Luhan moves his hand down to bring you closer, fingers on your clit, swollen and sensitive from him touching it earlier, and the way that his cock inside you urges you closer to the edge. He feels it, and feels himself closer too, you have no idea how much time has passed, but the windows are fogged up despite Luhan cracking the driver’s side open just a little while he was driving. You don’t want to wait anymore, happy to fall apart, legs shaking under him as he fucks you over and through your peak, cries of his name and appreciation of his skills come from you as your body clenches to him, dragging him into his own release too, painting your insides white as his calls of your name fall silent with the intensity of his orgasm. His breathing is staggered as he slows, pulling out and dressing himself again as you do, though only your lower half is bare.
“Can I drive now?” You ask, “You need to sleep.”
Luhan yawns as you open the passenger's side door, finally giving in, although begrudgingly, “Okay,” He sighs, as he kisses you once more, “Thank you, baobei.”
Something else about Wonho going solo: As an exo ot12 stan, I have to admit I wouldn't have nearly as much of an idea how talented the ex exo members are if they were still in the group.
So as saddening as it to think of Wonho being by himself-and believe me that's really tugging at my heart- it might just be a blessing in disguise on his account to share even more of his talent and be truly appreciated for it.
“Four years Kris, I waited four years for you. The least you can do is give me a few months to have you all to myself.” Even though you got married months ago Kris had been off filming for a movie, postponing your honeymoon.
Kris knew you deserved way more than what you were asking for. All these years he had put his career first and you second. There are plenty of women who would have given up and left. You stayed, you loved him so much that you were willing to wait patiently for him. “I never knew you loved me that much Baby.” He gently tilted your head up by placing one finger under your chin. The height difference had him crouching down to meet your lips no matter how high he tilted your head.
The kiss was a little unexpected, his silence made it seem like he was searching for a way to gently let you down. You thought he would say work was just too good right now for him to take such a long break but the slight smirk he showed right before the kiss gave you hope.
When his lips left yours Kris kept his eyes on their parted state, noticing how they quivered with the loss of contact. The constant rise and fall of your chest made him sure of the fact that he had just taken your breath away.
His gaze was making you uncomfortable, not in a bad way. The way he was staring at you made your face redden and your legs tighten. “What was that for?” you asked when you couldn’t handle the silence any longer.
“To show you what you can expect from me when we are alone for three months.” He loved you more than anything and would properly show it.
“We’re really going?” your voice rose in excitement.
“Yes but first I have to finish the movie promotions.”
“Deal!”
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Kris was careful to enter his home as quietly as possible. The sun had yet to rise, he was sure you were still fast asleep. He took a look around as he rid himself of his suitcase and other belongings. Nothing seemed to have changed in his perspective. It was almost like he hadn’t been gone for the past four weeks.
When he got to the bedroom he was welcomed by the sight of you sleeping in the middle of the bed instead of your usual side. The blankets were kicked off to the foot of the bed, as usual, the only difference he noticed was your hair. It would usually be tied up but right now it was crazily laid out on the pillows and all over your face. You would normally tie it up for his sake. to keep it out of his face but with him gone you let it fall as it pleased.
He approached you silently with no intention of letting you know he was home. However, he couldn’t resist the urge- he had to kiss you. In one swoop of his hand, he moved your wild stray hair out of the way and kissed your forehead.
The kiss tickled, causing you to wake up with a smile. As soon as you saw Kris you remembered everything and proceeded to deprive him of the warm welcome he was expecting. “Oh, you’re back,” you deadpanned. You had gone to bed feeling upset and his face just rekindled that feeling.
“Is that all I get after all this time?” Kris asked unaware of the reason you were acting indifferent.
“I’m sorry, is it upsetting?” you sarcastically asked. “It can’t be as upsetting as finding out your husband is back but hasn’t bothered to call or show up until the next day at...what is it like three in the morning?”
Kris chuckled, it was past four but he wasn’t going to make things worse. He actually liked seeing you get mad but there was a limit. If he got you too mad he would end up sleeping alone on the couch. What he wanted most after being away was to cuddle up next to you.
To your knowledge, Kris wasn’t coming home for another three days. That’s why it was so shocking to see his face all over the internet as he walked through the airport then later a party. All day you waited for him but he never got home.
"Sorry Y/N but the whole reason I came back early was to attend the party. It was all work and no fun.”
“I knew it was work,” you sighed. Sometimes it was hard to love Kris...
“Baby I’m sorry, I should have told you.”
“You should have,” you agreed moving over to the other side of the bed. “But it’s too early for apologies. Just go to sleep and we’ll talk later.”
Kris smiled realizing you were no longer upset. He immediately got into bed, not bothering to undress. Without a word, he reached over to your side pulling you in until you were up against his chest. He gave a satisfied sigh at the much-needed comfort this brought him.
You held back a giggle as you thought of how hard it was not to love him when he acted this way. “Comfortable?”
“Very,” he kissed the top of your head before falling asleep.
There was no way you could be mad at his arrival. Even if he snuck in another work-related party into his schedule it was all forgotten because you knew soon you would be on your way to your honeymoon. You couldn’t wait to go to France and binge on all the cheese, wine, and pastries the country had to offer
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Only a few days later Kris was invited to another party. This time it was a formal event where he was encouraged to bring his new wife along. This was going to be your first appearance as a couple since your wedding. You wanted to look your best so you put on a dress one of Kris’ designer friends gifted you. “Can you zip me up?”
“Of course.” There was a sly smile on Kris’ face when you turned to reveal the open back to him. Sure you could have asked the stylist that had done your makeup to also do this for you but you knew he liked to do the honors.
As he zipped the dress up Kris ran into a problem. “Ummm...Baby, it’s not closing.”
“What?” You began to panic knowing you had no backup outfit. The dress was the same size as all your other dresses so you never imagined there would be a problem.
He tried again but was met with resistance. “Did you maybe...gain weight?” Immediately after the last word was spoken Kris regretted asking the question.
You whipped your head around to show your anger. “Did you seriously just ask me-” you cut yourself off and walked away to find the stylist. “My husband is useless, can you please zip up my dress?” You hoped he wouldn’t notice but you had put on some weight unexpectedly.
“Baby I didn’t mean it in a bad way.” Kris had actually noticed a difference in your body after having been reacquainted with it. Your hips, thighs, and even your chest seemed fuller but he wasn’t complaining. On the contrary, he was wanting to embrace you even more. He followed you to the stylist watching with an amused look on his face as she too failed to zip up the designer gown. "I’m just saying if you need another dress we can get you one. It’s no big deal.”
From the front, in your perspective, the long sapphire blue dress seemed to wrap itself around you perfectly. You were especially loving the way your chest and hips seemed to stand out. The problem lied in your abdominal region. No one was able to zip the dress past that area meaning the zipper was stuck at your lower back.”I don’t want another dress, I want this dress!”
Kris was taken back by the tears that threatened to spill out of your eyes. You were never one to cry for something minor like this. He looked to the stylist desperate for a solution.
She quickly looked at her phone checking how much time was left. There was a little over an hour before you two had to leave. “I think I can let out the seams a bit.” After the nodding approval from Kris, she turned to you reassuring that she could get it done. “We only need a tiny bit of wiggle room to get this closed.”
“Really?” you instantly cheered up. It was a good thing too, your makeup was at risk of running down your cheeks if you let those tears out.
She nodded and immediately helped you out of the dress.
Kris came over with your black silk robe, “See Babe, everything’s fine.” He held it up for you as you slid your arms through.
“Yeah,” you beamed at him, glad he had such a wonderful team working for him. Going a step further you stunned him when your arms wrapped around him and rested your head against his chest.
He held you for a moment raising a brow as he wondered if you were always this moody.
At the party, you were arm in arm with Kris.
You received many compliments on your dress making you forget the whole meltdown instead focusing your efforts on giving your best smile to those who approached you.
Being newlyweds meant everyone expected you to be attached at the hip with nothing but love in your eyes. They were not wrong but there was still something Kris was trying to figure out.
His answer didn’t come until a few weeks into your honeymoon when you experienced lower back and abdominal pain. Your lower abdomen had become swollen.
Kris instinctively put his hand over the bump despite your scowl.
“Stop,” you warned. Kris insisted you looked pregnant but the multiple pregnancy tests you took said otherwise. The more he insisted, the more you became worried. Your nerves were at an all-time high as you experienced more and more of the quintessential pregnancy symptoms.
Kris didn’t stop. “We should take you to the doctor.”
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"Oh-” the gynecologist gasped at the image that appeared on the screen. She knew you were pregnant from her previous examination of you but it wasn’t till now that she realized exactly how far along you were. “Your baby is already in position.”
Kris didn’t even need the doctor to point it out. He could see it clearly on his own.
“Is it safe for her to travel like that?”
“Commercial airlines consider up to 36 weeks as safe but you are flying privately so that won’t be a problem.”
“But is it safe,” Kris repeated worriedly about his wife and daughter’s safety.
“Both the baby and mother are healthy,” the doctor assured. “For optimal comfort make sure to wear loose clothing, take regular walks around the plane to allow proper circulation, and watch for nausea.”
Even with the doctor’s approval, Kris hesitated to put you in an airplane.
“Kris, I was pregnant when we flew here.”
“If I would have known I wouldn’t have brought you.” He tightened his hold on your hand as he anxiously scrolled through his phone.
“What are you doing?”
“Setting my timer. The doctor said you have to get up every thirty minutes-”
“Relax,” you held his hand in yours reminding him to breathe.
He exhaled loudly as he looked over to you, his eyes immediately going to your belly. The flowy floral print dress you sported lifted slightly in the front because of it. It was so surreal how he had left with only his wife but was now coming back with a daughter.
“How can I relax when I’m going to be a father so soon? I don’t even have anything ready for her.”
“Neither do I.”
“You’re already doing most of the work.” He sunk back into his seat looking like the weight of the world was on his shoulders. “I didn’t really do much.”
You laughed, “Well we both enjoyed ourselves in the process.”
“We did,” he agreed with laughter of his own. “It’s also going to be fun seeing the shock on people’s faces when they see you come back pregnant. Maybe we should hide wait until the baby is born to go back and really shock them.”
The two of you laughed at the thought of arriving at the airport with a newborn baby to the point where you felt you could literally pee yourself. “Stop making me laugh,” you lightly slapped his thigh. “The baby is already squishing my bladder.”
Kris’ alarm went off signaling you had to get up and stretch your legs. He helped you up and walked right behind you down the small yet spacious aisle of the private jet- afraid you would fall in the occurrence of turbulence.
Once you sat back down you felt her moving. “Yifan she’s kicking again.” You quickly grabbed his hand and placed it on the spot you could feel her movements.
He forgot all about setting the timer once more as he was absorbed by his little girl. “She needs a name,” he thought out loud.
"Why don’t you name her?”
“Lucy,” he immediately answered.
"That was fast.” It took Yifan four years to marry you yet he came up with his daughter’s name in seconds. “You sure you don’t want to think about it for four years?”
His answer came in the form of a kiss. Whether it was to silence you or punish you for making fun of him, you didn’t know and didn’t care.
-end-
A/N: Drop by my inbox if you realize where the name comes from. (Hint: it appears in another fic.)
I really didn’t know what to tag. What kind of scenario is this? He’s an ex-KPOP member but he’s no longer there. Maybe CPOP but he does more hip-hop music with American artists so... I just put it all -_- (not to mention the man is an actor)
Also here is a brief explanation of how someone might not be able to tell they are pregnant like in this fic: Crypto Pregnancy caused by hormone imbalance. If you have PCOS or just any other type of hormonal imbalance, irregular periods, low HCG levels or none at all that can be detected by at home pregnancy tests and sometimes doctors.
Late night thoughts got me messed up. But KrisLuTao leaving EXO has deprived us of the chance to see them dancing to The Eve. I haven't decided if this is a good thing or not. 🤔🤔
