[EXO] Maybe I Miss You
Rating: M (NC-17)
Pairing: Luhan x OC / Hints of Luhan/Sehun
Genre: Smut / Het
Characters: Lu Han (EXO/EXO-M) / Girl (unknown) / Sehun (mentioned/implied)
Mood: Maybe - Jay Sean
Disclaimer / AN: Happy birthday Lu Han! Kinda sad, but I wanted to see if I can write Luhan this way... I do not own Luhan or Sehun or EXO. I do own this story and these words, which I wrote myself. This story is fictional. (SeHan shippers may or may not like this fic hehe...)
Maybe I Miss You
The night before Luhan turned 22, an old friend from Beijing asked if he wanted to meet up. His high school classmates were having a small get-together. Because it was his birthday, his manager agreed to let him go, on the condition that he does not go back home to the dorm afterwards, in order to avoid rumors. That night he goes home at 2AM, his drunk high school ex-girlfriend clinging to his arm.
"Mmmm, Lu Han, you're so good-looking," she drawled. Luhan didn't even bother to free his arm, the same stock and volume of alcohol pervading in his system as well as hers. The street they stumbled through was familiar, like an old video-taped memory. They used to walk here every day after school to go to her house. He knew the position of the streetlamps and how many there were, some of them now old and flickering, badly in need of repair.
They reached her house, lights off and empty. The girl fumbled for her keys a while before finally getting the door open. She walked to the kitchen by memory, ignoring the light switch and letting Luhan follow her into the dark.
"Do you want some water--"
Before she could finish her question, Luhan had covered her mouth with his, kissing her--furious and intoxicated. She kissed him back. Luhan's eyes were closed, the unfamiliar scent of her rang fast-muted alarms in his head. It was his birthday. He's free from the confines and restrictions of the company for the first time in many months. He was drunk and here was a girl, as drunk as he was, who had not been subtle with her innuendos all throughout the night.
Remember those old times, she said. Remember your first time, she teased. Luhan smiled and laughed and nodded at her then, the eyes of his old classmates on him.
Luhan remembered. In fact, he wanted to tell her, he remembered every clumsy, awkward detail and how much the entire experience with her paled in comparison to--
The thought of his name made Luhan snarl into the kiss. The girl, heady, took his angst for lust and rashly snapped off his belt and jeans. Luhan ripped the edge of her pink satin blouse and sucked at her neck. He was rough and impatient, defying the gentle image he had always portrayed.
"Were... you... always like this?" she breathed. Luhan answered with a mere grunt. He was at her tits now, his hands unclasping the hook of her bra, a trail of saliva from his tongue on her breasts. She didn't have very big breasts but they were soft, which pleased him. He took one nipple in his mouth, making her moan in tickled pleasure.
Luhan 's hands were busy with her skirt as he suckled her. The feeling of warm tongue over a peaked nipple caused her to lose her balance, stepping backward to stay standing. Luhan steered her towards the dining table, and she hit the edge with a dull thud.
The contact displaced Luhan from her tits. His ex straightened herself, pulled his shirt up over his head and slid her hand down to his underwear. She kissed his skin as her hand found what they were looking for. Luhan let his head roll back, letting her take her time, slowly and deliberately leaving small red lipstick marks down his chest.
Luhan's ex put her hand inside his underwear, touching his growing erection. He grunted impatiently as she cupped his length with her palm. It was starting to piss him off how long she was taking, so he held her hand, still cupping him, and led her with fast gripped strokes. By then, her lipstick was almost all but gone, her face at the level of his cock. With her other hand she pulled his underwear down and took Luhan in her mouth.
Luhan had vivid memories of the last time someone gave him a blow job. He replayed it in his mind as she sucked him, her mouth a poor substitute to the one whose mouth he wanted the most. He grabbed at her hair and steadily guided her faster and faster.
"Fuck," Luhan muttered under his breath. In his head, he was sucking him, not her. He saw glimpses like pictures, of red lips swollen from the act, from him. Of his face as Luhan returned the favor, the way his breath hitched as he neared the edge. Then of the tensing of muscles on smooth abs as he came. Luhan heard the same cry like a ghost in his ear, a sound forever etched in his memory, and the mere recollection making him cum.
"Ugh, Lu Han," his ex said, cleaning up the fluid that got on her face. Luhan took her arms and pulled her up, wiping the rest of the cum before kissing her again. He could taste himself in her mouth, a taste that sent a deluge of memories to be replayed in his head again. She tasted different.
Of course she tasted different. She was not lychee and chocolate and mint. She was alcohol and sweetened cola. She was not him.
Luhan spread her legs open with his knees, letting her grip the table for support. He flitted his hands over her crotch and massaged her flesh with strong firm strokes and presses. He used his knuckles to tease the sensitive nub that made her shudder, then he dipped first one, then two fingers into her entrance. Luhan finger-fucked her steadily, waiting for her juices to flow sufficiently and priming her until he could tell that she's ready. With his other hand, he took out a condom and fit it expertly over his dick.
"Do it," she moaned, but Luhan waited. He didn't like it when she was too dry that it hurt and he'd have to stop to let her recover. He wanted to fuck her slick and hard without reserve, and he knew how to wait for it.
The girl moaned and begged until Luhan, without warning, spun her around, her hands sprawled in front of her, and inserted the length of him inside her. She cried out in surprise as he pumped from behind, fast, accurate and unyielding.
Luhan held her against the table, the murmur of Sehun's name almost, but not quite, escaping from his lips.
The table bucked under them, her breasts squished on the table top, sweat forming droplets on the hard surface. Luhan stroked the skin just outside the rim of her asshole, making the muscles in her pussy clench and clamp tighter on his dick. Then, with his other hand, he lightly pinched her clit, the threesome sensation driving her into climax. Her muscles convulsed uncontrollably, and in turn, brought him to finish.
Luhan withdrew swiftly, despite the condom, and he only let go completely when he was fully out of her.
They panted in the dark kitchen, spent and sober, the girl resting face first on the table while Luhan leaned against the wall behind him.
Luhan slept over her place that night. The girl offered to wash his clothes for him--she had some larger clothes that might fit him, but Luhan declined. The next morning when he left, he told her he was sorry for being rough with her, but all she said was that it's okay. That she wanted it too. And that it was his birthday, and this was her gift. Luhan kissed her goodbye on the forehead.
Resting in the cab on his way back to the dorm, Luhan closed his eyes. The memories from the night before still fresh in his mind and he let it drift over him. But it wasn't the girl's face that he saw. It wasn't her ex's eyes that appeared with each touch of skin and sound of shallow breathing that Luhan remembered. It was Sehun's.
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Pairing: Luhan x OC / Hints of Luhan/Sehun
Genre: Smut / Het
Characters: Lu Han (EXO/EXO-M) / Girl (unknown) / Sehun (mentioned/implied)
Mood: Maybe - Jay Sean
Disclaimer / AN: Happy birthday Lu Han! Kinda sad, but I wanted to see if I can write Luhan this way... I do not own Luhan or Sehun or EXO. I do own this story and these words, which I wrote myself. This story is fictional. (SeHan shippers may or may not like this fic hehe...)
Maybe I Miss You
The night before Luhan turned 22, an old friend from Beijing asked if he wanted to meet up. His high school classmates were having a small get-together. Because it was his birthday, his manager agreed to let him go, on the condition that he does not go back home to the dorm afterwards, in order to avoid rumors. That night he goes home at 2AM, his drunk high school ex-girlfriend clinging to his arm.
"Mmmm, Lu Han, you're so good-looking," she drawled. Luhan didn't even bother to free his arm, the same stock and volume of alcohol pervading in his system as well as hers. The street they stumbled through was familiar, like an old video-taped memory. They used to walk here every day after school to go to her house. He knew the position of the streetlamps and how many there were, some of them now old and flickering, badly in need of repair.
They reached her house, lights off and empty. The girl fumbled for her keys a while before finally getting the door open. She walked to the kitchen by memory, ignoring the light switch and letting Luhan follow her into the dark.
"Do you want some water--"
Before she could finish her question, Luhan had covered her mouth with his, kissing her--furious and intoxicated. She kissed him back. Luhan's eyes were closed, the unfamiliar scent of her rang fast-muted alarms in his head. It was his birthday. He's free from the confines and restrictions of the company for the first time in many months. He was drunk and here was a girl, as drunk as he was, who had not been subtle with her innuendos all throughout the night.
Remember those old times, she said. Remember your first time, she teased. Luhan smiled and laughed and nodded at her then, the eyes of his old classmates on him.
Luhan remembered. In fact, he wanted to tell her, he remembered every clumsy, awkward detail and how much the entire experience with her paled in comparison to--
The thought of his name made Luhan snarl into the kiss. The girl, heady, took his angst for lust and rashly snapped off his belt and jeans. Luhan ripped the edge of her pink satin blouse and sucked at her neck. He was rough and impatient, defying the gentle image he had always portrayed.
"Were... you... always like this?" she breathed. Luhan answered with a mere grunt. He was at her tits now, his hands unclasping the hook of her bra, a trail of saliva from his tongue on her breasts. She didn't have very big breasts but they were soft, which pleased him. He took one nipple in his mouth, making her moan in tickled pleasure.
Luhan 's hands were busy with her skirt as he suckled her. The feeling of warm tongue over a peaked nipple caused her to lose her balance, stepping backward to stay standing. Luhan steered her towards the dining table, and she hit the edge with a dull thud.
The contact displaced Luhan from her tits. His ex straightened herself, pulled his shirt up over his head and slid her hand down to his underwear. She kissed his skin as her hand found what they were looking for. Luhan let his head roll back, letting her take her time, slowly and deliberately leaving small red lipstick marks down his chest.
Luhan's ex put her hand inside his underwear, touching his growing erection. He grunted impatiently as she cupped his length with her palm. It was starting to piss him off how long she was taking, so he held her hand, still cupping him, and led her with fast gripped strokes. By then, her lipstick was almost all but gone, her face at the level of his cock. With her other hand she pulled his underwear down and took Luhan in her mouth.
Luhan had vivid memories of the last time someone gave him a blow job. He replayed it in his mind as she sucked him, her mouth a poor substitute to the one whose mouth he wanted the most. He grabbed at her hair and steadily guided her faster and faster.
"Fuck," Luhan muttered under his breath. In his head, he was sucking him, not her. He saw glimpses like pictures, of red lips swollen from the act, from him. Of his face as Luhan returned the favor, the way his breath hitched as he neared the edge. Then of the tensing of muscles on smooth abs as he came. Luhan heard the same cry like a ghost in his ear, a sound forever etched in his memory, and the mere recollection making him cum.
"Ugh, Lu Han," his ex said, cleaning up the fluid that got on her face. Luhan took her arms and pulled her up, wiping the rest of the cum before kissing her again. He could taste himself in her mouth, a taste that sent a deluge of memories to be replayed in his head again. She tasted different.
Of course she tasted different. She was not lychee and chocolate and mint. She was alcohol and sweetened cola. She was not him.
Luhan spread her legs open with his knees, letting her grip the table for support. He flitted his hands over her crotch and massaged her flesh with strong firm strokes and presses. He used his knuckles to tease the sensitive nub that made her shudder, then he dipped first one, then two fingers into her entrance. Luhan finger-fucked her steadily, waiting for her juices to flow sufficiently and priming her until he could tell that she's ready. With his other hand, he took out a condom and fit it expertly over his dick.
"Do it," she moaned, but Luhan waited. He didn't like it when she was too dry that it hurt and he'd have to stop to let her recover. He wanted to fuck her slick and hard without reserve, and he knew how to wait for it.
The girl moaned and begged until Luhan, without warning, spun her around, her hands sprawled in front of her, and inserted the length of him inside her. She cried out in surprise as he pumped from behind, fast, accurate and unyielding.
Luhan held her against the table, the murmur of Sehun's name almost, but not quite, escaping from his lips.
The table bucked under them, her breasts squished on the table top, sweat forming droplets on the hard surface. Luhan stroked the skin just outside the rim of her asshole, making the muscles in her pussy clench and clamp tighter on his dick. Then, with his other hand, he lightly pinched her clit, the threesome sensation driving her into climax. Her muscles convulsed uncontrollably, and in turn, brought him to finish.
Luhan withdrew swiftly, despite the condom, and he only let go completely when he was fully out of her.
They panted in the dark kitchen, spent and sober, the girl resting face first on the table while Luhan leaned against the wall behind him.
Luhan slept over her place that night. The girl offered to wash his clothes for him--she had some larger clothes that might fit him, but Luhan declined. The next morning when he left, he told her he was sorry for being rough with her, but all she said was that it's okay. That she wanted it too. And that it was his birthday, and this was her gift. Luhan kissed her goodbye on the forehead.
Resting in the cab on his way back to the dorm, Luhan closed his eyes. The memories from the night before still fresh in his mind and he let it drift over him. But it wasn't the girl's face that he saw. It wasn't her ex's eyes that appeared with each touch of skin and sound of shallow breathing that Luhan remembered. It was Sehun's.
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