#luhan drabble

[mybiasisexo]

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Genre: idek | exopower!au Pairing: sehun x Reader Length: 946 Warnings: vague...just like this warning lmfaooo

@avatarren asks: I love Drabble games! I’d like to request number 7 & 11 with Sehun!

a/n: idkw this one was so difficult for me. ig im getting rusty 😭

DRABBLE GAME | MASTERLIST

You were in the kitchen of your small apartment when some commotion caught your attention. You turned around and screamed from the top of your lungs when you saw a dark figure by your open window—which was not opened by you.

“It’s just me!” An urgent, familiar voice assured.

“Oh Sehun!” You cried as you placed a hand over your racing heart. “You scared the hell out of me!”

“You should really lock your windows,” he reprimanded as he closed the one he entered from, before coming into the light of the kitchen. He was dressed like a soldier, his dark hair cut short, exposing his beautifully sculpted face.

“I live on the fourth floor,” you informed him, trying not to get too distracted by his beauty.

“Still….” He leaned against your counter that sat between you both.

You go back to the ramen you were cooking, trying to ignore the tall man behind you.

You’ve known Sehun for five years now. It was a rather long story, but you had gotten yourself tied up in some scary illegal government stuff, and he had helped you out of it. Helped you get back to normality.

Unfortunately, normal was a word he never could get used to himself. He was a soldier, a defender for both this world, and one he no longer inhabited, apparently. It was all very inconceivable. All you truly understood was that he ended up stuck on Earth fighting some evil force, and he and his other friends may or may not have superpowers.

Yeah, very inconceivable.

“Ramen?” You asked.

“Yeah,” he was quick to agree. You put the pot on the counter, handing him some chopsticks. He didn’t waste any time digging in.

“You’re dressed for war,” you mentioned, noting the camo outfit and boots.

He scratched his head. “Suho found a lead. We’re heading out to investigate in the morning.”

“Oh….”

“You scared for me?” He questioned with a smirk, teasing you.

You rolled your eyes. “I should know by now that you don’t need the concern. But…. I feel like somebody needs to. You guys are always putting yourself in danger. Whenever you leave, I always wonder if….”

You were revealing too much, getting to emotional. He caught onto that, and gently asked you to continue.

You inhaled some courage. “I wonder if it’s going to be the last time I’ll ever see you.”

His eyes took you in. You watched as they bounced around, locking with every point of your face.

“You have nothing to worry about,” he finally answered. Not going to lie, you felt disappointment from his reply. “It’s our job. Why we were created.”

“But you have lost people,” you reminded him, thinking about the Luhan fellow he brought up occasionally. The best friend that wasn’t able to escape the hell they endured when they first landed onto this planet. “You are capable of dying, you know?”

“We’re stronger now. And we’re always careful, we know what we’re doing.”

“I know,” you said, dropping your gaze to the little bit of broth left in the pot. You shook your head. “Never mind. Pretend I never mentioned it.”

He went back to quietly observing you. This was what your relationship mostly consisted of. He would pop in out of nowhere and watch you, as though he was trying to understand how humans worked.

He pursed his lips and walked around the counter to stand before you. As if he weren’t completely sure what he was doing, he slowly lifted his glove-covered hands to your face, pulling it up so that you were looking at him. Your breath got caught in your throat at the contact, he’d never touched you before, not like this. It was…intimate.

“Thank you for your concern,” he said. “It makes me feel good, knowing someone cares if I’m dead or alive.”

“Is that why you always come back?” You questioned, sounding a bit more bitter than intended.

He grinned down at you. “You’re my person. You’ll always be the one I go to.”

Your eyes widened from his confession. His person. It was the most romantic thing he’d ever said, but you weren’t sure if that’s what he meant it as or not. Maybe you were reading too much into it. His eyes glimmered with something though, something that led you to believe he was indeed being romantic, in his own little way.

You smiled up at him. “You’re sure it’s not just because you saved me all those years ago?”

“I’ve saved a lot of people,” he told you. “But I don’t check up on them.”

“Just me?” You breathed.

He nodded.

“Okay.” You blushed and glanced away, growing shy. “Well, before you go, I should give you something. As a thank you for saving my life.”

“You don’t owe me anything for that,” he declined.

“All the same.”

You stood up on your tip toes to press your lips against his. It was quick. He didn’t even have time to react before you were falling back to your feet. When you pulled away, he leaned down, returning the gesture. You share a few more kisses, his arms going around your waist, yours to his covered forearms.

When he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours. “I’ll need that again, I think.”

You giggled. “Whenever you’re back from your mission, I’ll gladly give you however many more you want.”

He hummed and gave into the urge to kiss you again, this one lingering. Once you slowly broke it, he left you—out the door this time.

You stood in that kitchen, shaking and praying that he would return unscathed.

[itstheoneshot]

For your 400 follower special, here's something I can't stop thinking about: number 11 and Luhan with fem! Reader

Idk why, but it just screams Luhan for me tbh

And once again congrats on 400 follower, you deserve all of them💗💗💗💗

Thank you! Ahhhh I love Luhan so fucking much, this was so fun to write, he is so cute, so so cute!

Luhan:

Hey, are you almost finished work?

You:

Baobao… I’m staying back tonight, remember?

Luhan:

Oh.

Luhan:

Yeah, I remember now.

You:

Are you okay? You don’t usually text me while I’m on shift.

Luhan:

I’m okay, I just…

Luhan:

I can’t sleep without you here.

Luhan:

I miss you.

You:

Lulu… you’re so sweet.

You:

I’ve got a few more hours left, but I have tomorrow off, you do too, right?

Luhan:

Yeah, no plans tomorrow.

You:

If you wanna stay up, then do, I’ll bring home some food, we can sleep in tomorrow.

Luhan:

Okay… Me and the cats are waiting!

You:

I’m counting down the minutes! I love you, baobao.

Luhan:

I love you too, xīngān.

———

400 followers special! ~ rules here!

[exoxobsession]

Presence

Pairing: Luhan x OC

Word Count: 270

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff, Angst(?), Drabble, IdolAU!

He would not make it back in time for Christmas. It was always the same. Always the same excuse repeatedly. He had to work hard, give his best for his fans, and you understood that. You always did. And that was the problem. You loved him. Too much. He was here for Christmas for the last two years. That’s what made you hope he would be here again, not only that, but he told you, no, he promised you he would be here.

Sighing, you got up, heading to freshen up before heading back to loneliness. Stripping down, scalding water hitting you, relaxing you. After the quick shower, you put on your Christmas sweater, heading down to bake something for yourself. Mixing the batter, you opted to mix more than for one portion, just in case.

The door opened as you pulled them out of the oven. Hands wrapped around your waist and you knew it was him. Turning around in his arms you hugged him. “You came” you breathed.

“Of course,” he said as he pulled away and placed a tiny kiss on your forehead. “I smell something~” he cooed looking at the oven. “Just cookies” you grinned, the smile not leaving your face since he came.

Settling down on the sofa, he started the movie. You cuddled to his side, just enjoying him being there with you. It was not always you would have time together, just the two of you. Halfway through the movie, Luhan’s head was resting against yours. But you didn’t mind. Just having him here, being in his presence was enough for you.

[xiubaek-13]

So Handsome

Prompt: Luhan + “If you’re bored I can think of other ways to pass the time…” + “I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking.”

Setting/AU: Library/College AU

Warnings: None really, cocky Luhan, implied smut.

Word Count: 1,241

Seriously how did you end up in this situation? Libraries were supposed to be for studying, or reading or researching. They were not supposed to be like this. You were not supposed to be this excited when surrounded by aisles and aisles of books. You remembered going to the library when you were at school. It was the place where you had to whisper and be quiet. It was where you chose to go during lunch breaks so that you could read. It was the place where the other kids flocked to on rainy days for shelter or hot days to take advantage of the air conditioning.

During university the balance shifted. Your love of the library dwindled when you spent so many hours there studying and researching. College dorms were not the ideal place for peace and quiet so the library was like your second home. You even had the best spot picked out, it was up the far back left corner of the fourth floor. The elevator was always broken so the odds of anyone dragging themselves up all 4 sets of stairs just to be loud and annoying was rare. The only books up here were on social theory and crime and you knew damn well that 80% of them were also on the first floor in the criminal law or sociology section.

There was one problem though. One very distracting problem and his name was Luhan. You knew who he was, it was difficult to live at a college dorm and not hear about Luhan. Girls flocked to him and guys wanted to be him. The guy was attractive, unfairly so, a top notch soccer player, a killer dancer and a seemingly overconfident ladies man. Tales of his conquests were a weekly occurance in your dorm. Until two weeks ago you’d never met the guy but you kind of hated him. Well, you hadn’t officially met him until two weeks ago, but you had acknowledged his existence at the odd mixer or frat party when your friends dragged you along to them. Two weeks ago everything changed. Two weeks ago he expanded your knowledge of exactly what one could do in the secluded aisles of the fourth floor. As it turned out, the answer was a lot.

Two weeks ago you’d been following your normal routine - finish classes, grab a snack and head to the library, climb the stairs and study in peace in your favourite spot - when he showed up. At first you were shocked that someone other than library staff and you even knew there was a fourth floor. Then you were annoyed at the idea of your space being violated, a feeling that you quickly squashed because it wasn’t really your space, it was public space and how were you to know if it wasn’t a like minded individual who wanted to escape the lower levels where study was surrounded by distractions.

You looked up from your books and watched the figure that was coming up the stairs. Disheveled brown hair was the first thing you spotted, followed by a face that did not belong on a human male. It was so youthful and angelic with doe eyes and inviting lips. He looked up when he reached the top of the stairs and your eyes met. You inclined your head as a way of greeting and he did the same before disappearing into the aisles.

You shook your head and tried to focus back on your paper but it was no use. You found yourself glancing around the aisles from your seat trying to spot him. He’d appear with a book in hand at the end of one aisle before disappearing again. Get a grip. You have a very important paper to write. Stop gawking at the stupidly attractive guy. You mentally scolded yourself and forced yourself back to writing.

In your periphery you spotted the white and black of his varsity jacket as he sat at the end of the table, placing a few books in front of him. You glanced at him as he slumped into the seat, his pen dangling from his mouth. STUDY.

You stared at your paper. You’d been right in the middle of fleshing out your argument for the decriminalisation of prostitution when the ultimate distraction had ascended the stairs. The essay had to be five thousand words and you planned to use each and every one of them. Most of the students would go the easy route, opting to simply support keeping it illegal. You found it much more interesting to counter that argument by not only debunking the popular myths and taboos about sex work but by also offering a vision of how sex work might look if it was a legitimised, legal job. You’d bring up point for standard health and hygiene requirements for both workers and customers, applying taxes, job security, safer work environments and more. You refused to let him throw off your train of thought and by proxy, lower your grade.

In your mind the two of you started a game of cat and mouse over the course of the next week. You’d come up to study and write your paper and then he’d appear and do his best at distracting your thoughts by simply sitting at the table. You wondered if he knew how much strife he was causing you by simply existing.

***

“If you’re bored I can think of other ways to pass the time…”

You jumped, startled by how close his voice was to you. The last time you’d checked he was all the way down the other end of the table. Now he was sitting right next to you, leaning towards you, a certain look in his eyes.

“Wh-what makes you think I’m bored?” You grabbed your bottle and took a sip of your water to try and make your throat feel a little less dry.

A devilish little smirk formed on his face. “You’ve been staring into space for like the past twenty minutes. Usually you are either staring at your books or at me.” You choked on your water, almost spitting it across the table. “I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking.”

“I’m not - I don’t - Why would -” Words were failing you and that only seemed to amuse him more.

“Cat got your tongue?”

“I just - How dare -”

He laughed. “Relax. I don’t mind.” He gestured at his face and winked at you. “I’m just that handsome.”

“And a little full of yourself.” You poked his shoulder as he feigned offense at your words.

“Seriously though, what’s got you staring into space? You’re usually more focused than that.” He leant on the desk, resting his head in his hands as he watched you.

“I’m stuck on one point on my essay. I know what I want to say but I can’t get the right words out.” He grinned and grabbed your hand, tugging it as he stood up, indicating for you to do the same.  He dragged you into one of the aisles and caged you between his arms. “What are you doing?”

“You need to empty your mind and lucky for you, I have multiple ways to help you do just that.” He pressed his body to yours and nipped at the exposed flesh of your neck, causing you to gasp.

“This is a library!”

He raised his eyebrow at you and scrunched his face. “I’m well aware of that, I just currently don’t care. Now, can we try my method for clearing your mind. I’d really prefer it if you said yes.”

[marshmallow-phd]

Memories

Genre: Drabble Request

Pairing: Luhan x Reader

A/N: So, most of these might end up having a Christmas theme because it’s that time of year and I’m in that mood. *Plays First Snow in the background*

**

Your fingers were aching from the hours of wrapping presents and pressing down tape and cutting paper and measuring to make sure everything fit just right. It was a miracle you still had your fingerprints from all your hard work and that they hadn’t been rubbed off. But it was worth it.

Every line was crisp, every present looked like it had been ripped out of a magazine, and even the tree shined with a halo of light around its branches. Yes. It was perfect. Perfect and peaceful.

“Baobei, look!”

Turning around from your spot on the floor, your jaw dropped.

Luhan stood a few feet away, hands stretched out so you could all of what he wore. It was the odd sensation of being thrown back in time. Green button down, bright red suspenders, cuffed jeans, and a maroon bowtie. To top it all off, a Christmas colored bowl hat sat on his head.

“Why did you still have that?” you asked in disbelief.

Luhan shrugged. “Nostalgia.”

Your brain was hurting from looking at him. The outfit was… cute. But seeing him in it was a dizzying experience. The only difference between back then and now was his hair. How could someone not age after so many years? How could he still even fit it?

“You look cute,” you giggled, shaking your head. “A little ridiculous, but cute.”

“It brings back a lot of memories.” A smile was still present on his face, though his eyes contained a hint of sadness.

Feeling the need to cheer him after he made himself sad, you held up a small gift with his name on it. “Come on. Why don’t we celebrate a little early?”

Like a new penny, he shined right up again. “Really? All of them?”

“No, not all of them,” you said as you rolled. “Just one. A small one.”

“Alright fine. But first!” Luhan pulled his phone out of his pocket and turned on the Bluetooth speaker. A sad melody that never should be considered a Christmas song whether it has “December” and “Miracle” in the title or not came through the speakers.

“Really?” you complained. “This song?”

“Okay, okay.” He skipped to the next one that was much more cheerful. “Better?”

You grinned from ear to ear, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek. “Much.”

[inspired-by-the-music]

Time’s Up: Luhan x Reader

requests are encouraged! please read the guidelines before submitting your request!

Genre: angst, happy ending

Word Count: 1,047

Note: y’all, I’m so weak for Luhan lately

Whenever the weather took a turn toward winter, and you had to pull your coat out of the back of your closet, and you noticed the couples outside huddling against each other for warmth while you shivered and shoved your gloved hands into your pockets, you remembered Luhan.

It was silly how you could spend hours mulling over your handful of memories. You were embarrassed by how you could recall him in perfect detail despite the years that should have blurred your memory, ashamed by how you could miss somebody you barely knew.

By now you accepted the fact that he likely didn't remember you, and if he did, those brief (likely one-sided) romantic encounters probably meant much more to you than they ever did to him. As you packed for your annual trip home for the holidays, you realized there was something beautiful about keeping Luhan safe in your memories, even if you never got to see him again.

You never considered how you would react if your paths ever crossed; so when you noticed him at the baggage claim in the airport near your hometown, you were paralyzed by the deafening throbbing of your heart. Although he was several years older than the boy in your memories, there was no mistaking him-- but would he recognize you so easily?

When you found your suitcase and saw that you would have to pass Luhan to claim it, you could have said something to express how you thought of him. But if he didn't remember you, would you ever again be able to recall him fondly? In the end, you decided that you couldn't bear that possibility, so you merely muttered a polite, "Excuse me," as you brushed by him, grabbed your suitcase, and raced out of the airport before you could do anything you would regret.

All the while, you were agonizingly aware that you would definitely later hate yourself for letting him slip away without so much as stealing one final glance, but you couldn't gather your courage until you heard his voice calling behind you, "Excuse me-- please wait!"

You stilled to allow him to catch up and ask, "Is your name Y/N?" When you only nodded, using all of your strength to avoid his magnetic gaze to instead stare down at your feet, Luhan wondered aloud, "Do you not remember me? Or do you just happen to look like a girl I used to know?"

Without hesitation, you replied, "I remember you." And after swallowing a deep breath, you willed yourself to look at his face, which was somehow more beautiful than you remembered. Breathless because of the swelling of your heart, you explained, "I just can't believe I'm actually seeing you." "It's been a long time," Luhan nodded. Then, perhaps feeling the same urge to apologize for the passage of time, he sighed. "I could have been better about getting your phone number before I moved, but you seemed too young for me at the time."

Just as you would have all those years ago, you rolled your eyes at his remark about your age difference and pointed out, "You're barely older than me, Luhan." "Ah, so you do remember my name!" Luhan beamed and leaned forward against his suitcase. Before you could respond, he pulled his ringing phone out of his pocket. He pouted apologetically and said, "I'm sorry-- I have to go. But could I get your number?"

"I dunno." You stiffened, frightened by the idea of a present-tense relationship with someone you spent so many years idealizing. But when his frown yanked at your heart, you played your reluctance off as a joke. "I'm still younger than you, ya know, and I always will be."

Luhan laughed. "I never thought I would have to beg for you to like me, Y/N. When did you stop being the bold one? It's hard to believe you're the same girl who kissed me on that school field trip--"

"Hey!" Your jaw dropped as you swiped at his arm. "I never kissed you!"

"Oh yeah, you're right," Luhan teased as a playful smile etched tiny dimples on either side of his mouth. "Sorry, sometimes the daydreams and memories kinda blend together."

"Ah," you whined, chuckling airily as your cheeks glowed scarlet. "I liked it better when you were the shy one."

"You didn't scold me for wanting to kiss you, so I guess you're single." Luhan pulled his suitcase along as he started walking toward the doors and motioned for you to follow.

Your only response was, "You're perceptive. Especially considering how once upon a time, you didn't even realize I liked you." "Hey, that's not fair," Luhan frowned at your remark. "Nobody ever liked me before, so I didn't know why you followed me around so much."

You didn't believe for a moment that you were the first girl who ever liked Luhan, but that didn't seem like an observation to share at the moment. "Well," you said as you joined him outside of the airport, "now you know it's because I was hopelessly in love with you."

"Oh, is that it?" Luhan bit back a smile as he raised his eyebrows at you. A car horn blared just a few feet away, and Luhan said, "Ah, Y/N, I really have to go now. Time's up again."

You could only frown at Luhan's farewell and the sudden gust of wind that brought tears to your eyes. His hand brushed against yours before he brought it up to his lips.

You decided, "Maybe there's something romantic about saying goodbye."

Luhan narrowed his eyes at you, tilted his head, and challenged, "Maybe we've had enough romance, then."

And you didn't want to argue anymore, you didn't want to be afraid of losing your connection to the past you briefly shared with Luhan, and you didn't want to regret anything just in case you went another several years without seeing him, so you finally met him for a kiss. The warmth of his lips contrasted greatly against the sharp winter breeze; and when he pulled away too soon, the distance between you left you shivering.

Ignoring the honking of the car nearby, Luhan smiled. "And to think I was just gonna settle for your number."

[instakpop]

Luhan oneshot - Day of 21

@catou1305​

NSFW

Kris | Luhan | Tao

“Luhan~ When can I look?” You asked. After such a long car ride, your curiosity was running wild. The blindfold over your eyes made you anxious, but as long as Luhan had his hands on your waist, you were safe.

“Just a little further” The smell of the ocean and the feel of sand under your feet set your mind at ease a bit, but what could he possibly have planned at the beach? “And… Here it is!” He untied the blindfold and your eyes set on a charming beach bungalow. Your jaw dropped, you couldn’t believe it!

“Happy birthday, my love.” He said with a little peck on the cheek. He ushered you closer and showed you around. “Here’s the kitchen and living area, there's the bedroom, and this… is the view.” He swung open the double doors, showing you the breathtaking view of the sand and surf just outside the balcony.

You looked around with your mouth agape. Luhan’s hands slid around your waist, pulling you back into him.

“You did all this for me?”

“Mmm-hmm~ For us.” He said kissing your neck. “I thought we could both use a little rest and relaxation.”

You turned around to face him, cupping his cheeks and kissing his soft lips. “You’re the greatest man in the world.”

“I try.” He said with a playful smile.

“So… What’s the best way to start a weekend in paradise with the greatest man in the world?”

“I have a few ideas.” With that, he pressed you to his chest, eliminating the space between you.

Luhan walked you both back until you collapsed onto the bed. Immediately, you wrapped your legs around his hips holding him on top of you, feeling his body heat rising. He grinded his bulge against your pelvis, showing you how badly he needed you. You lifted your shirt, breaking the kiss long enough to toss it to the corner of the room.

“You’re so beautiful, princess.” He whispered, moving down your exposed stomach.

He unbuttoned your shorts, sliding them down your legs. The softness in his eyes was tinted with a dark lust as he stared down at you. He stripped out of his clothes while looking you up and down slowly. You sat up on the bed, taking his hand and pulling him back in.

“Take me...now.” You whispered.

Luhan lifted your legs around his waist and slid your panties to the side. As he eased his thick member into your wet heat, your mouth slowly opened. You stopped yourself from moaning, but the further he pushed himself into your warm channel, the harder it was to stay silent. You closed your mouth, humming softly.

“Moan for me, princess.” He commanded.

He moved in and out of you, feeling every last inch. Your head fell back as you held onto his strong shoulders. Luhan kissed down your neck to your collar bones. His sharp thrusts paired with his soft kisses were too much to handle. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to your climax.

“Mmm~ Baby, I’m so close.” You purred.

Luhan raised your legs even higher, brushing his tip against your g-spot. You called out his name with a breathy moan. Your vision started to blur as tears of passion formed in your eyes. Luhan’s thrusts became sloppy and rough as you both reached your climaxes. Your back arched off the bed and chills rushed through your body.

With a few more hard thrusts, you relaxed onto the sheets, breathing heavily. Luhan kissed your neck and rolled over next to you.

“Best vacation ever.” You said with a smile, turning over to give Luhan a kiss.

He pulled you in closer, looking you in the eyes. “We’re only getting started, beautiful. Just you wait.”

[coffee-and-kpop]

luhan + 118 with some fluffy ending

118. You were separated before the outbreak and trying to find your way back to each other.

“Luhan! Luu-haaan!” you sang, ducking behind the thick trunk of a nearby tree. You pressed your back against it, holding your breath in the hopes it would keep you hidden longer.

“Ready or not, Y/N, here I come!” Luhan called. You crouched down against the tree trunk, its stiff bark digging into your skin through your shirt. You curled your hands around your knees, pulling them under yours chin as you heard the crack of dead leaves under Luhan’s footsteps draw closer. You closed your eyes tightly, squeezing them until you saw red and breathed in the musty, earthy smell of autumn.

“Got you!” Luhan’s hands grabbed your shoulders, causing you to shriek, loosing balance in your crouch and falling flat on your butt against the tree.

“How do you always do that?” you cried once your heartrate slowed slightly.

“I can always find you, Y/N,” Luhan laughed and held out his hand, picking you off the ground.

Autumn, this year, smelled like death. Death, and loneliness. When you were little, for as far back as you could remember, you’d loved autumn. You loved the promise of winter, when you and Luhan could snuggle up on one of your couches on the school-less afternoons, drinking hot chocolate and watching VHS tapes.

Now, however, you were alone. You couldn’t help thinking about how lonely you truly were as your pick ax made a squishy sound as you pulled it from the eye socket of the zombie laying on the ground before you.

The zombie’s eyes, you had noticed before you’d driven your ax into one of them, resembled Luhan’s, your old friend. You hadn’t thought about Luhan in years, and you especially hadn’t thought about him since the beginning of the infection. But something about that zombie’s eyes…

You wiped the viscera droplets from your face with your sleeve and began heading back towards your parent’s home. You home now, since you hadn’t seen your parents since the first wave of the infection. Maybe they’d evacuated, maybe they were zombies. All you knew was, after your frantic rush to make it back home from college, they were already gone.

As you walked, your mind again travelled back to Luhan, and you were amused at the fact that you had thought about him twice in one day, when you hadn’t spoken in years. You’d grown apart as you grew older, middle and high school cliques and puberty ripping your innocent, childhood best friendship apart. And then you’d both gone off to college, you only a few hours from home, and Luhan somewhere across country, and you hadn’t heard a thing from him since.

There was a time when you’d thought you loved Luhan, right on the verge of middle school. It was an innocent type of love, in which you planned your marriage and arranged your future children’s names. And Luhan agreed, because you’d assumed he loved you too, that you would both be together forever.

And then high school happened, and eventually the zombies came. You basically had to forget your whole past life, just to cope with this new one. You found that if you dwelled in the past, on memories of your friends and family, it would only cause you to sink into a severe, vulnerable depression.

Once back home, you sat on the floor in your parents’ home, eating your last can of peaches. You’d have to leave again to go search for food, and the neighborhood was running low. You’d looted most of the surrounding houses, and you were quickly running out of places to search. You decided to try, at least, and after you finished your last peach from the can, you grabbed up you backpack and pick ax and headed towards the door. Tugging it open slowly.

You almost screamed when you saw to figure standing on your porch, hand raised to grab the doorknob. You raised your pick ax, readying yourself to slice into the filthy, mud-covered zombie, until you noticed his eyes: they were bright, gleaming with a smile instead of glazed over and dead. They were familiar eyes, eyes you’d only just been thinking about.

“Lu…Luhan?” you whispered. You pick ax thundered to the floor as you dropped it in disbelief.

“Y/N,” Luhan breathed a sigh of relief. You were frozen to your spot, scared to say anything. “I’m so glad I found you. I’ve been searching for you ever since the outbreak.”

“Wh…what… why are you here?” you stuttered, unsure of anything else to say.

“When the outbreak started, and people were dying around me and coming back, I shut myself in my dorm to try and wait it out,” Luhan started. “I thought about you every day in that dorm, about you and coming home to you. I’m… I’m so sorry for everything that happened between us.”

You rushed into his arms, not caring that he was completely covered in mud. You threaded your fingers into the back of his hair, pulling his head close as you hugged him tight. Tears sprinkled your eyes, you were so happy to have someone here, alive and with you, and the fact that it was Luhan made it even better.

“I can’t believe you found me,” you cried, your breath hitching in your throat.

“You know I can always find you, Y/N.”

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Luhan Drabble: Coming home to their S/O after a long day

He didn’t have to say anything for you to know it had been a long day. As soon as Luhan opened the front door, you noticed the tiredness in his face, the slowness in his movements and the real battle to actually reach your room.  “Lu? I thought you were going to the dorm tonight?” “Yeah... but I always rest better next to my baobei... do you mind?” He yawned, somehow dragging his feet to you.  “Of course not! I love it when you come and you know that” He simply smiled and leaned his head, resting his forehead on your shoulder. You wrapped your arms around him and slowly guided him to your warm bed.  “Do you want some tea before going to rest?” “No... I just want you here with me” “Come on Lu.. at least eat something...” He let himself fall into the bed and pulled you with him. “No... we can do all that tomorrow... We’ll make pancakes and drink some chocolate... but right now... all I want... is hug my girlfriend until we both fall asleep”

A/N: This was requested by smileandstudy Do not re-post without permission or use in any way, this is my work.

[baekzhang]

Is the drabble game still on? If yes ● Luhan : Melanie Martinez - Carousel ("And it's all fun and games, til' somebody falls... in love, but you've already bought a ticket, and there's no turning back now.") if no, sorry for annoying you... thank you anyways ♡

“And it’s all fun and games, til’ somebody falls… in love, but you’ve already bought a ticket, and there’s no turning back now.”

It was supposed to be simple: pretend to be his girlfriend, so his parents won’t arrange anything with a girl he doesn’t know. He asked you casually, maybe he knew that you had a soft spot for him, maybe he just thought—hey, you’re friends, you’d do it for your friendship.

You thought it would be easy to resist him; seeing the benefits of a rich house and getting expensive presents, over to eating the most exquisite foods. It wasn’t too misleading that you might have fallen in love with the life style and not Lu Han. But you were so wrong.

The way his arm rested on your shoulders, the way his face neared yours, up to the moment where his lips softly brushed over yours—your heart never beat when you were seeing gold and silver, only when you saw his eyes, his smile, his everything.

It was good in the beginning, when friendship was the only thing you wished to associated with Lu Han, but the game of playing around; the game of calling him babe, of kissing him every day, of holding his hand in public, of standing close and having others call you a couple—it went out of hand on your part. 

He wasn’t into you. He chose you because you made sense. Nothing more and nothing less. And here you were, in your shared room, next to him in bed, far away and yet so close to intimate touches. But you would’t get any. Because he didn’t love you, but you fell more and more by day. It hurt.

[baekkxong]

Try

Pairing: Luhan X Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Word Count: 1,695

A/N here it issss, hope you like it, baek anon! ^.^

“No exercising, no stress and most importantly, don’t sweep under the bed!” Luhan’s cheerful mother waved from the front door of her house, eyes crinkling into crescent moons as she smiled. Luhan chuckled, slipping his hand into yours and using his other hand to wave back at his mother.

The two of you had just visited Luhan’s mother, who was more than happy to give her ‘tips’ on successful conception – which seemed to just be old wives’ tales. You and Luhan had been trying for a baby for a few months now, but to your disappointment, to no avail.

“Will do!” you called back, waving to his mother.

“Good luck!”

You climbed into the front seat of the car, pushing your sunglasses atop your head which drew your hair out your face. You sighed, leaning against the window while Luhan rolled down the convertible roof; it was exceptionally hot. You waved final goodbyes to Luhan’s mother, the beep from the horn making her jump slightly but spreading her grin even wider.

It wasn’t a short drive back to yours and Luhan’s home. He placed a hand on your thigh and squeezed gently as the quaint house shrunk in the distance.

“It’s always nice to see your mother,” you said. “We’ll have to take her advice into account.”

Luhan scoffed. “Don’t be silly, they’re all just old wives’ tales that make absolutely no difference.”

“Well nothing else seems to be working,” you said, tilting your head to look out the window at the fields rolling past.

“It will,” Luhan sighed, squeezing your thigh comfortingly again. “Eventually.”

You bit your lip as the familiar feeling of fear washed over you. Maybe you’d never get pregnant –  maybe it just wasn’t meant to be. Tears pricked and stung your eyes, before you sniffed and wiped them away.

“Y/N?” Luhan asked, glancing at you in concern before returning his eyes to the road. “What’s wrong?”

“What if… what if it’s just not going to happen? What if I’m infertile? Or it’s just not meant to be?” you gasped, suddenly finding it difficult to breathe. “Should I see a doctor?” you choked, unwarily bringing a hand to your throat

“Y/N… Don’t worry about it; it’s completely normal for couples to take a while to conceive,” Luhan reassured, now rubbing his hand up and down your thigh.

“But this long?” you half whispered, turning to watch his eyebrows crinkle in discomfort at your unhappiness.

“Some people take years; we’ve only been trying for a few months.”

You just couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong with your body – being unable to bear a child. Images seemed to overtake your mind – if you couldn’t give Luhan children, would he leave you? Or would he stay by your side, suffering in silence, incapable of leaving out of guilt, while wishing he’d chosen someone else?

As if he’d sensed your inner state of panic, Luhan rushed to attempt in improving your mental stability. “How about we’ll keep trying, and if in two weeks there’s nothing, we’ll go to see a doctor, then they can see what’s up,” Luhan suggested.

“Okay,” you agreed quietly, nodding. You reached down to intertwine your hand with his, watching out the glass at buildings and amenities whizzing past.

His fingers traced along the waistband of your jeans before easing them down your thighs. He played with your core through the fabric of your underwear. You whined, begging for friction and moving your hips upwards to meet his touch further. Luhan smiled, his lips inches from yours as he looked contently into your eyes, hungry with lust and love.

“Impatient…” he murmured, baring a smile that showed all his perfect, white teeth. After what felt like an age of Luhan teasing you through the fabric – when it was mere seconds – he pulled down your underwear. Your wet heat was met with his fingers; skin to skin. You gasped as he trailed a finger over your clit, making you shudder in response, before gently inserting his finger inside you.

You moaned, reaching around his neck to pull him down so you could kiss him while his hand began to speed up, buried deep inside you. He pulled his lips from yours, tracing kisses along your jawline while you whimpered beneath him. His teeth found their way to your earlobe, gently biting the skin.

Luhan knew you so well, he knew exactly how to get you riled up and could destroy you in mere minutes. He knew where each spots of delight were and which of his movements had you begging for more. He travelled southwards to suck on the skin of your neck, marking you as his own. The familiar pool began to bubble in the bottom of your stomach and you reached down to clasp Luhan’s wrist in your own, pushing him away.

“Already?” He smirked, pushing off you and kneeling on the end of the bed.

“I want it later,” you breathed, joining Luhan and sitting up. You reached for his belt, unbuckling it yourself until Luhan gently took hold of your shoulders and lay you back down.

“Tonight’s all about you, baby,” he purred, unbuckling his jeans himself. You raised your eyebrows, Luhan usually loved to have you pleasure him, but you were happy to comply.

Gripping his length in his hand, he slowly entered you, eliciting moans from the both of you. Luhan let you adjust to his size, while also manoeuvring himself so that his jaw became buried into your shoulder. He nipped playfully at your collarbones as he drew his hips backwards and began to set a rhythm of thrusting into you.

You buried your fingers into his hair, closing your eyes in ecstasy while both of your moans and pants drove round the room. Luhan’s adrenaline seemed to burst within him, increasing the pace and going so far deep that he repeatedly brushed against your sweet spot. Your nails imprinted into Luhan’s smooth back, only encouraging him further. He moaned your name against your skin while you couldn’t even bring yourself to form coherent words - you’d become a whimpering mess beaneth his iron grip.

You could feel your orgasm approaching fast, clenching around him as he continued to drill into you while your toes curled uncontrollably.

“Luhan… I’m,” you attempted, but Luhan hushed you with a swift connection of his lips, tugging gently on your lower lip.

“I know,” he responded as he pulled back, moving a hand down your body to come into contact with your clit. You gasped, your grip on him becoming more forceful as he rubbed small figures of eight along your skin. It came in shockwaves – rippling like lightning through you as your body tightened around him.

Luhan moaned your name as he came soon after, feeling his seed shoot in ribbons inside you. The only sound in the room was both your panting against one another, entirely saturated in pleasure, weakened and drained from both your highs. Luhan collapsed to your side, his elbow supporting his head as he rested it on his hand.

“Do you think that was the one?” Luhan asked breathlessly, scraping back your hair which was stuck to your face and kissing your forehead. His own hair was pushed backwards, exposing his glistening forehead.

“I hope so.” You smiled up at him.

“So, you took two tests?” the doctor asked.

“Yes, the first was negative but the symptoms didn’t seem to go away, so I took another which was positive,” you explained.

“I see… The test should be ready by about now, I’ll just go and see.” The doctor politely smiled and exited the room.

You and Luhan were sitting in the private room together, side by side, while he nervously played with your fingers. Your eyes danced in anticipation over the posters decorating the plain, white walls.

“Do you think I am?” you whispered. Luhan turned to look at you, the corners of his lips tilting up ever so slightly. He pulled his hand away from yours and ruffled your hair delicately.

“Your symptoms seem to say so,” he said, his arm falling to your shoulders where he pulled you closer to his side. His fingers began tracing shapes on your shoulder while you played with the hem of his hoodie. You weren’t going to let your hopes rise – it’d only happened too many times.

The door burst open and your stomach dropped. Your doctor had arrived, holding various sheets in gloved hands.

“Congratulations, you’re expecting.”

The doctor had never seen a couple’s eyes light up quite so brightly.

After your ultrasound, you had discovered you were in fact 6 weeks pregnant at the time. Luhan had laughed and declared that it “explained the abnormal mood swings”. You smiled fondly, recalling the memory. You were now sitting side by side with Luhan, just like you had been the day you’d found out you were pregnant. However now, instead of in a medical room, you were on the local park bench.

You were admiring your four year old daughter running and squealing in delight with the other children in the playground. She’d inherited Luhan’s delicate facial structure and soft eyes. Your heart swelled with so much love, pride and joy; you wondered if it could quite physically burst. Your daughter had a strong bond and was attached to Luhan; she seemed to just adore him. Luhan never failed to make her laugh, scooping her up into his arms and announcing her his “beautiful girl who’d gained her mother’s looks”.

Your head was resting atop Luhan’s shoulder while you let your hand rub your stomach. You’d fallen pregnant for the second time, this time with a little boy and you were cherishing every moment of the pregnancy before he came. Luhan was over the moon, giddy to meet his son, as well as your daughter who glorified the concept of becoming a big sister.

You smiled to yourself, your eyelids fluttering closed from pregnancy’s exhaustion. Nuzzling your face into Luhan’s jacket as the autumn breeze brushed against your skin, you realised quite how lucky you were.

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CONGRATS 💙💙💙 you deserve way more

For the drabble game, 1 and 40 from fluff for Lu Han

Love you 😘

💙 Anon

thank you so much bb!!! and thank you for requesting, i do hope u like it!!!💞💞💞 (this is sUCH A CUTE SCENARIO AAA I LOVED WRITING IT)

1) “you look better in my clothes than i do.” 40) “are you blushing?”

genre: non-famous/slice of life au! tooth-rotting fluff <3 wordcount: 732 warnings: none

author’s note: pls correct me if i got lu’s cat’s name wrong lol

Chiming bells pulled you from dreamland and back to reality right as the clocked turned to nine o’clock in the morning. You stretched your arms up before opening your eyes slightly and turning to the bedside table. You grabbed your cellphone and halted the bells before sitting up and opening your eyes fully. You noticed a piece of paper stuck to the screen and peeled it off.

‘Good morning baby, if I’m not in bed as you’re reading this it’s because I went to get some groceries and cat food. Will be back soon, hope you slept well. -Lu ♡ ’

You smiled as you folded the note and put it onto the table, mentally reminding yourself to put it in your purse later. You glanced over at the empty side of the bed before getting out and walking to the bathroom.

After completing your morning routine, you made your way over to Luhan’s kitchen to make a small breakfast for the two of you for when he returns. You bent down to pet Xiao Huang as you took a half empty carton of eggs and a tomato out of the refrigerator and set it down onto the counter.

As you started scrambling the eggs, the kitchen became cooler as the air conditioner started to blow cooler air. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you spotted a worn out gray hoodie hanging over a chair. 

‘I hope he doesn’t mind if I wear this for a bit,’ you thought to yourself as you slipped the hoodie over you. Instantly you felt warm and cozy, the homely scent of his cologne filling your nose. You rolled the sleeves up as you went to dice the tomato, remembering how Luhan mentioned that he liked tomatoes with his eggs.

The door to the apartment opened right as you finished cooking breakfast. You turned the stove off before rushing over to help your boyfriend with the bags. 

“Good morning,” you pecked Luhan on the cheek as you took one of the grocery bags out of his hand. “I made tomatoes with eggs, I hope you don’t mind I used some of your eggs.”

“I don’t mind at all, it’s okay. I bought more eggs anyway,” Luhan set his other grocery bag down onto the table before bringing the giant bag of cat food over to Xiao Huang’s bowls. You walked back to the stove and began to divvy up the eggs into two plates as Luhan began to put some of the groceries away. 

“Is that my hoodie?” 

You accidentally dropped the utensils you were holding before turning to Luhan. Worry laced your voice as you began to apologize profusely, saying that you were simply borrowing it temporary until you were finished with making breakfast. He walked over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, taking the time to fully take in the sight of you wearing his favorite hoodie. 

“No, no, no, please don’t apologize. If I’m being honest... you look better in my clothes then I do.” You felt your cheeks flush as he smiled down at you, kissing you on the forehead. You covered your face with your arms as you wiggled out of his embrace.

“The eggs are gonna get cold!” you called out. He grinned as he sat at the table, eagerly awaiting his meal. You set his plate and a pair of chopsticks in front of him before sitting down next to him. You began eating slowly, covering part of your face with the sleeve of your, his, hoodie. 

Luhan watched you as you ate and tried to avoid eye contact with him in fear of embarrassment. His heart fluttered at the sight of you: how amazing you looked wearing his hoodie while acting absolutely adorable in his eyes. “Are you blushing?” Luhan teased, moving your arm away from your face.

“I’m not blushing! You’re blushing! Shut up!” you giggled, punching Luhan playfully in the shoulder. He cried out in faux pain as he stood from his spot and lifted you in his arms. You squealed as he set you on top of the table and began peppering kisses all over your face. 

“You should wear my clothes more often.” You raised an eyebrow before pressing a kiss to Luhan’s soft cheek.

“Maybe I’ll take you up on that offer.” He smiled at your words, capturing your lips with his.

[kookievmyoppa]

You Are Not Alone (Luhan drabble)

Idol: Luhan

Type: Fluff

Word count: 686

A/N: Even though requests are closed, my friend who’s been feeling a little bit down latetly asked for a oneshot, and I just want her to feel better, so here it is. Im sorry if it’s not exactly what you wanted but I still hope you like it.

It was just another "one of those days"... I went to school and did an stupid test I had no idea about. I didn’t know how did it go, and tbh, I didn’t even care that much considering how stressed school and life itself had had me lately.

Luhan, my boyfriend called me to see if I wanted to hang out for a while but I was not in the mood, I just wanted a little time for myself, so I could relax a bit.

I decided to go to the park of my neighborhood. It was a cold kind of rainy day so there were no children playing, the whole place was empty which was perfect for my main purpose of having some time alone. I sat down in one of the park benches with my gaze lost in the horizon.

After a while I felt something on my shoulder and then I realized it wasn’t something but someone poking me, it was a guy I knew well. I didn’t even need to look at him, his scent was enough for me to know it was him.

I made a huge effort not to smile, I really didn’t feel like it but just the fact of him being there was enough to test me hard, because that was kind of a superpower he had. But lately I didn’t want anything or anyone to make me feel better. Everything felt so wrong I just wanted to see if there was any possibility for that awful sensation to go away itself.

"Do you mind if I sit down here?" he asked. I looked up and there he was, the most perfect guy on Earth, my boyfriend. Expressive brown eyes, and straight dark hair getting wet in the rain.

"Whatever..." that was the only thing that came out from my mouth. I just didn’t want him to get involved with my problems, he already had enough on his own, but how could I be so rude to the guy who loved me more than anyone?

I couldn't even look at him in the eyes since then, but I had this weird sensation that he was staring at me the whole time, and that was something I could not handle, the guilt was consuming you alive.

I started blushing and I realized he was still staring at me with a huge smile on his face. That was definitely the most beautiful smile ever and you could never get tired of it, with those soft pink lips and those paper white teeth.

Then he talked again, getting me killed for the second time.

"Everything's gonna be alright, you know?" he whispered in my ear and I melted, still struggling not to smile.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, unable to look at him yet, I didn’t want him to know I was having a hard time.

"Everything" he said, while he got up, and I could finally meet my eyes with his, how could he possibly know, though? I hadn’t told him anything about what was happening in my life lately, I’d actually been quite distant from him in order to keep him away from my problems.

"I know something’s been off with you. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to" he smiled again. As I didn’t say a word, he leaned down and placed his hands on my cheeks pulling me closer to crush gently his lips with mine.

It was like time had stopped, all my problems seemed insignificant now that I was by his side.

"I hope to see you tomorrow with a smile on your face. Life can be hard sometimes but everything comes and goes, you know?" he said right after pulling away from me. I could still feel the taste of his soft lips.

“Just know you are not alone, you never are. I will always be here for you, even when you don’t want me to” he placed a kiss on my forehead before walking away.

Then I knew it. He was right, everything would turn out well.

That was it, I really hope you liked it! Ps. I DO NOT own any of the gifs or pics used on this post, credit to the rightful owners. For more check out the Masterlist!

[taemins-dolphin]

Your New Roommate (With Luhan)

genre: fluff! 1187 words

Drabble 1: Luhan #2 “Do we like… hold hands now?”

"How I Met Your Mother's on!" He shouts, loud enough for your brother to hear. His body plops on the couch as he takes a seat beside you, arm landing behind your head and, 'coincidentally' on your shoulders. “How is my lovely roommate doing today?”

"Off," You say, eyes not moving from the drama playing.

Nothing happens.

You turn to look at him and notice how 'concentrated' he is on the drama but you know that’s not true when you see him grin like the jerk that he is.

"I said off, Han." You take his arm and drop it on his lap. He was always annoying you like that but what could you do. He was your brother's best friend; besides he wasn't exactly doing anything bad. Your brother enters the room and sits himself on the other side.

"Oppa, Han won't stop bothering me." You whine, eyebrows furrowed in anger. Minseok looks at his friend with his eyebrows furrowed. "Luhan, I let you move in because I knew you were familiar with her temper." Minseok says casually as if he didn’t just call his little sister short-tempered. He’s so used to you two fighting, that line comes smoothly out of his mouth as if it was a line in a script. Luhan stares at my brother as if he hadn't done anything. "I didn’t do anything!" Luhan yells out, betrayal written across his forehead. You purse your lips in annoyance of his stupid face. You flick your finger on his forehead; he’s just so annoying. Satisfied with his surprised reaction, you return your attention to the drama.

Pak! "Oppa!" You whine as you rub your palm on your forehead. The guy freaking flicked your forehead! Your brother sighs and stands up in defeat. "You," He points at my rival, then at me. "And you." You gulp, you have never seen your brother this mad at you before. He was always on your side when it came to Luhan. Fuck.

"It's been two weeks since Luhan moved in and you still haven't learned how to get along. So," He stops and glares at both of you. "I'm going out and when I come back, you two better be in peace. If not, I'll make you two bond. "

“I’m not staying here with the annoying monster here.” You say, crossing your arms in protest. There’s no way Minseok would actually do this to you. Besides, his idea has flaws. You could just leave and come back when he does.

“Yeah, I don’t wanna stay in a room with the loud-mouth goat either.” Luhan says nonchalantly as if he didn’t just insult you. You stand beside him, mouth slightly agape as he continues to glare at his best friend.

“I don’t care. If we’re all going to live together, I want you my baby sister and best friend to get along. Bye.”  Minseok exits the apartment, leaving you alone with the annoying Luhan.

“19 and I’m still being treated this way.” You mumble as you head to your room. You’re not staying alone with him. If he continues to be frustrating, you’re a hundred percent sure someone is going to get physically hurt by the end of the day.

"Where are you going? He said we have to bond!" He follows you to your room and jumps when you slam the door shut. Luhan rolls his eyes and knocks on the door aggressively. You change into your jeans and slip on a jacket before opening the door wide. Luhan stumbles and almost falls on top of you before using his arm to settle on the door frame and stop himself from doing so.

“You’re an idiot.” You roll your eyes at his actions and proceed to leave your room. You’re putting on your shoes when you realize that this idiot isn’t following behind you to stop you. He stares at you from afar and shrugs before walking away to the couch to continue watching the drama. You’re shocked to say the least. This is probably the only time he leaves you alone and chooses not to irritate you.

You’re about to leave when something in your head tells you to glance at him. You do as your mind tells you and find him sitting on the couch with a smile on his face. You watch as his mouth widens at a joke Barney said on the show and suddenly, that smile didn’t annoy you as much. In fact, it was very cute. You frown, that thought has never came into your mind before.

As if he felt your stare, Luhan looks back at the front door to see if you’ve left, only to be surprised by your eyes staring back at you. No glare, just a curious regard. This is the first time you’ve ever looked at him without annoyance.

“Hey Han…” You call out to him quietly, unsure how he’ll respond to this crazy request you’re about to ask.

“Yeah?” He asks, sceptic of what you’ll say.

“Wanna go out with me?” The words come out surprisingly natural, as if you’d been dying to ask him this question after all this time.

Luhan stands up from where he’s sitting and approaches you with a blank face. You can’t read him. What if you made a mistake? What if you just embarrassed yourself in front of your brother’s best friend? You shut your eyes in embarrassment, you basically confessed to finding him cute. You admitted to finding your arch nemesis cute.

You watch as Luhan gets up and walks closer and closer to you with a blank face. You can’t read him. You never could.

“Actually, never mind. I change my mind.” You say as he becomes an arm away from you. He’s towering over you and you can’t help but feel so stupid for admitting anything to him. You shut your eyes as you feel his face approach yours. You bite down on your lip nervously and turn your head slightly to face another direction. You hear Luhan release a scoff until he’s full on a giggling mess in front of your face. You frown and take off your shoes swiftly so you could leave this embarrassing moment. Luhan’s eyes widen and quickly grabs your arm before you could do anything. He can’t let you leave just like that. Not when his tiny crush just asked him out.

He tugs your arm and you find yourself trapped in his arms.

“I’d love to go out with you.” He smiles down at you. “I’ve always wanted to.”

Before he could say anything else, you pull him down and place your lips on his. Luhan smiles between the kiss at the thought of finally getting to kiss you. He never thought he’d ever get the chance to be with you because of your hatred of him but here’s proof that you didn’t hate him to that extent.

“So now what? Do we have to like… hold hands now?”

Luhan shrugs and grabs your hand to drag you back to the couch so he could kiss you some more.

[marshmallow-phd]

What’s the Difference?

Genre: Drabble Request

Pairing: Luhan x Reader

A/N: Inspired the tiniest bit by my experience of Thanksgiving cooking yesterday.

**

“I really don’t think that’s right.”

“I’m telling you, it says two tablespoons.”

“But that seems like a lot.”

This was new territory for the both of you. It was Luhan’s idea to try something different and cook together. Neither of you were masters in the kitchen. You tended to stick to very simple, non-adventurous recipes. Luhan did not cook at all. In the first fifteen minutes of this new territory, you’d accidentally set the heat too high for the stove top, somehow managing to burn the vegetables that were supposed to be lightly sauteed while still undercooking them. How was that even possible?

Now you were trying to put together the seasoning for the chicken, which really should have been done first before really starting the process, but that’s what you get for jumping straight into the recipe without reading it all the way first. Then again, you did put Luhan in charge since this was his idea. 

“I’m just reading the recipe,” Luhan grumbled. This was really the test of your relationship. Sensing a fight coming on and wanting to keep this fun, you backed off. 

“Okay,” you nodded, giving him a smile. “Two tablespoons of garlic.”

The rest of the cook time went surprisingly smooth after that. The chicken cooked perfectly in the oven in the time that was given in the recipe and the two of you even managed to save the side dish. Sitting down at the table, your mouth watered and your stomach growled. It smelled delicious. And you’d worked hard for this meal. 

“I’m actually quite proud of us,” you declared. 

“I am, too” Luhan agreed with a laugh. 

Picking up your silverware, you both cut into the chicken and took a bit. And gagged. 

“That is disgusting!” You spit out the piece of chicken and lunged for the glass of water by your plate, desperate to get the horrifying taste out of your mouth. 

Luah shoved his plate away as if it were covered in disease. “How could something that smells so good taste so awful?”

“I have no idea.” With a sneaking suspicion, you got up and went over the paper that Luhan had been reading the recipe from. Coming to the seasoning section, you groaned and covered your face. 

“What is it?” Luhan asked as he came over.

“It was supposed to be two teaspoons of garlic,” you growled through gritted teeth. 

“No, it said tablespoons.”

You showed him the paper as evidence. “It clearly says T-S-P.”

“Yeah. Tablespoon.”

“No, tablespoon is T-B-S-P.”

Luhan shrugged. “What’s the difference?”

“What’s the difference?” you echoed. Marching over to the chicken, you cut a fresh piece off and stuck it on the edge of your fork. “Here. Let me show the difference.”

“No! Keep that away from me!” To spare himself the torture, he took off. But he wasn’t getting away that easily. You chased after him, determined to teach him the difference that a simple “B” could make.

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LuHan oneshot - Morning glory

Requested by anon

NSFW!

"Y/n... Babygirl... Sweetheart" Luhan's sensuous voice started playing tricks on my mind. From the moment I fell asleep, I could hear his darling words, but I saw nothing but pitch black. I knew I was dreaming, but it felt so real. I could feel his plush lips on mine before they moved to my neck, then my bare chest, all the way down to my hips.

"Mmm, Lu..." It felt so good, I couldn't stop myself from moaning.

The moment I felt his nimble tongue brush against my throbbing slit, my eyes fluttered open. I looked down at him, smirking between my legs. I opened my mouth to speak but he went right back to eating me out. I threw my head back, reaching down to comb my fingers through his hair. He hummed against my slit, making me yelp and squirm.

"Daddy~ More...Please."I begged.

"More of what, baby girl? Do you want my fingers? Or more vibrations, Hmm?" His teasing was frustrating me to no end.

"V-vibrations," I answered.

"That can be arranged." He kissed my core and got off the bed.

I watched him take a vibrator out of his nightstand, turn it on and place it on my stomach. He ghosted the toy over my skin as he eased his way down, leaving goosebumps all over. He pressed it to my clit, increasing the sensation. My toes curled and I screamed his name. Luhan held my hips down, forcing me to stay still. I tugged at his soft locks while he licked me clean.

My limbs started to shake, I was so close. I pushed his head down, smothering him in my essence, but he shook my hand off and pulled away. "UGH!" I groaned. Luhan plunged his fingers into me, pumping them in and out. I raised my hips, needing more. He brought the vibrator back down on my clit. "Yes! More, daddy!" I shouted.

"Fuck, you taste so good." He moved the vibrator in small circular motions.

My heart was pounding so fast, I went completely flushed. I bucked my hips, matching Luhan's fast thrusts as he fingered me mercilessly. I clenched my walls and screamed for more. My mind went blank and my vision was blurred by the tears building up in my eyes. I couldn't hold it in anymore. I arched my back and came all over his fingers.

"Oh, god~ Daddy!" I whimpered.

Luhan replaced his fingers with his mouth, licking me clean while I came back down from such an intense high. He gave my clit one last kiss, but I didn't even flinch. I just woke up and I'm already drained. Luhan climbed back up to give me a kiss on my lips. I raised my shaky arms, rested them around his shoulders and kissed him back.

"Good morning sweetheart." He whispered.

"Hmm~ Good morning, daddy."

THE END