Like a Doll (oneshot)
Like a Doll; Sehun/Luhan; nc-17; romance; smut; 3,608 words
Sehun's the manager of Macy's and Luhan is his personal mannequin, completely still and unbelievably gorgeous.
Like a Doll;
Sehun enjoys running course fingers over the hardened wax and thick fiberglass that molded perfectly to form the inanimate object, tracing the outline of those thin lips; a deep shade of pink mixed with rusty burnt sienna, and utterly beautiful all at the same time.
It’s cold to the touch, eyes stony, staring beyond the cream colored walls of the department store and lips painted on with cheap acrylic paint. His hair’s a sandy blonde hue, and Sehun doesn’t forget to cascade his fingers through it at least once a day, whispering sweet colloquies in its ear, half expecting the immobile figure to make some kind of gesture to show it was acknowledging Sehun’s presence and half expecting it to just lie there in obscurity.
Still, the manager could’ve sworn he's seen the doll making slight movements, very slight such as the blinking of an eye or the twitching of the nose. But every time he’d do a double take, there was nothing but a hefty blow to his split second of brewing enthusiasm.
“You’re really pretty you know.” The man in his mid-twenties says, flattening his lips against its frigid temple, lingering for a few seconds before pulling away.
His employees find him to be an odd one surely, as a few weeks ago Zitao catches him nearing the mannequin, lips pressed against its cold temple and the latter turns right back around as he finds himself unable to ask if Sehun could confront the fuming, unsatisfied customer at one of the cash registers.
Zitao doesn’t talk about it with Sehun, however, instead of dropping the subject, he tells Jongin and Yixing without any regrets about his unfortunate encounter with their boss trying to make out with the mannequin that was shipped to them just a few weeks prior. They all end up snickering; apparently, Zitao’s co workers witnessed the same event, at different time slots of course.
They all conclude that Sehun could be suffering from the uncanny valley effect, no doubt about it.
Jongin, Yixing, Zitao, and Sehun all went to the same high school together and graduated sitting side by side with silken black caps and gowns with smiles that reached to their ears as they waited for their ultimate prize that they’ve worked so hard to attain for four years. It was no wonder that Sehun gladly gave them all good paying positions at Macy’s, although he warned them that he refused to mix friendship with work.
In fact Jongin almost got himself fired a year ago when a customer came out of the fitting room to ogle at herself in front of one of the full-sized mirrors, fingers splayed over her waist as they trailed down towards her hips, asking Jongin, “I need your honest opinion. Does this dress make me look fat?”
Jongin sized her up from head to toe, almost cringing as he noticed how much the sleek, knee-high length black dress clung to all the wrong places, including her protruding pot belly and sagging love handles. “You want my honest opinion you say?” The woman had nodded and Jongin clicked his tongue thinking, wrong answer lady.
“That dress is two sizes too small for you. Quite honestly you look like a pregnant killer whale who hasn’t had her afternoon lunch yet.” Jongin almost cackled when the woman gasped, one of her palms covering her mouth in sheer horror as the other one came up to strike at his face.
“Hey, she asked for it!” Jongin had retorted when Sehun was forced to quiet down the angry customer who certainly wouldn’t be returning anytime soon, or ever. “You’re lucky you’re my best friend, otherwise I’d have your ass kicked out of here with the snap of my finger you stupid fuck.” It was always fun making their boss lose every thin strand of patience he owned.
“Should we tell his mother about this?” Jongin almost spat out his black coffee.
“Dear god no his mother would probably send him to the countryside where his grandparents are. No internet means he would die of boredom, which means that when he’s resurrected he’ll shave off all of our pubic hairs in our sleep. Or worse, he’ll probably chop off our balls and feed the remains to the birds. Do not, I repeat, do not tell her anything. Just leave it alone.”
Yixing snorts, “Don’t you think you’re overreacting just a bit?” Jongin starts chewing on his fingernail, and it’s odd because he hasn’t done such a thing since middle school.
“Let’s just say you guys don’t know Sehun like I do.”
Everyone leaves it at that.
It's gorgeous, Sehun thinks, hands pressed behind the mannequin as he pulls it closer to himself, the coldness from the plastic object contrasting rather well with his heated frame, he thinks. “You really are something, Luhan.”
It was a name he had given it, and he wouldn’t change it for anything else, considering he loved the way it rolled off his tongue each time he pronounced it slowly. Closing hour is upon them, and by now with the exception of himself and his employees, the entire store was completely vacant.
The others were getting ready to depart, and so was Sehun, though he was unwilling to unlike Jongin who wanted to get the fuck away and get some shut eye with his boyfriend.
“See you tomorrow Luhan.” Sehun kisses him hard and quick before going to the front of the store where the rest of the employees resided.
“You all did well today.” Sehun acknowledged politely and suddenly Jongin stealthily swings an arm over his shoulder, holding him in a tight headlock and the former sighs, trying to shake off the impending arm firmly attached to the back of his neck.
“About that raise―”
“For the last time Jongin, no.” Jongin removes himself and Sehun sighs in relief much too loud because he can finally breathe again within his own personal space.
“Really, fuck you Sehun.” Jongin mumbles through clenched teeth and Sehun grins cheekily, “Is that a promise?”
“Oh god.”
Gone are the pitch black marbles that make up his eyes, now dark brown that glimmered in the night and gone are the plastic coverings that make up his entire being. The mannequin’s face is now a light peachy tone color instead of a stark white one, his skin now soft to the touch instead of being stiff and unmoving.
Luhan stumbles a few steps backwards because he always finds it difficult to balance himself once the clock strikes twelve every night. Today on display he was wearing a Michael Kors charcoal gray suit, and although it fit him quite nicely around the shoulders and waist, it was the middle of summer and the fabric from the dress shirt clung uncomfortably to his damp skin as he fights back the urge to toss the jacket to an unknown corner of the room.
Then he notices that all the lights in the store are still as bright as ever, and that meant he could finally walk out without having the heavy bolted doors and gates blocking his path as usual. Before anyone notices, he slips out of the store and out towards the parking lot.
Roads were bustling nearby with people not paying attention to street signs, cars tightly packed beside each other while honking their horns trying to get past the night traffic, and pale pink cherry blossom petals twinkling in midair lazily, allowing the soft wind to carry them throughout. Luhan exhales deeply through his nose, quietly basking in the smell of combustion fumes from the traffic ahead. City life is nothing short of perfection.
Around the corner of a street he finds a quaint café and bakery, pretty and pink on the outside with large, clean, and crisp flower designs bordering the windows. Buttery goodness and bitter coffee with vanilla surrounds him from every corner, and he feels his stomach churning from hunger.
Time to eat.
When the egg and cheese croissant and small cup of coffee reach his table, he sighs almost too loud, Closing his eyes and humming to himself, Luhan takes the first bite with an eager mouth and empty stomach. The egg and cheese croissant melts in his mouth and he sighs in contentment, twiddling his pinky fingers over the freshly baked bread. The coffee compliments the sandwich as well, he thinks with a small charitable grin.
He isn’t usually one to enjoy coffee, so when he does, it must mean it tastes exquisite. The bitterness doesn’t overpower the drink, which is quite a feat, Luhan thinks, because he’s consumed a bit of coffee in the past back when he used to be in display for a boutique in Busan and none of them had even the slightest touch of sweetness. This one though, has the perfect balance of bitterness and sweetness.
Luhan drinks the burning liquid eagerly, exhaling through the small crack of his lips every time he swallowed. It was an obvious pattern for him; first he would take a small bite of his croissant, chew on it incessantly, and, while there’s still some food trapped between his teeth, he’d take a sip of his coffee to wash it all down.
Everything was remarkably heartfelt and delicious, and Luhan did not forget to leave a small tip beside his crumb-filled plate, from the single notes and loose change he’d found while strolling about absentmindedly.
When he walks out of the café, he feels somewhat bloated, probably from the coffee after adding heaps of the sugar packets inside, he thinks. Shrugging, he decides to walk it all off. Until he sees Sehun.
Luhan wasn’t even able to fully comprehend the entire situation at hand when Sehun grapples on his wrist just a little too hard, pulling him near to the side of a 3-story brick walled apartment building and kisses him hard, teeth clanging with a kind of gentle force as Luhan’s hands come up to curl into Sehun’s chestnut brown hair.
The blonde tastes like slightly bitter coffee with a hint of vanilla cream and Sehun thinks he wants to just taste him forever. Lips parted, Sehun probes his tongue into the latter’s mouth, and he feels himself growing hard when Luhan reaches down and palms the taller male through his jeans. “Fuck,” Sehun curses, pulling Luhan’s hand away reluctantly because he knows for a fact that he would be unable to hold himself back and the latter looks up at him with half lidded eyes, dilated pupils and parted lips as his breathing comes out in shallow, ragged ones.
“How did you find me?” Luhan manages to ask, and Sehun grins widely with teeth, the back of his hand coming up to splay his fingers across his cheeks. Luhan leans into him further.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice when the cameras recorded your every moves when you’d walk about the store during closing hours? Or when you’d just walked out of the store like tonight?” Luhan made a little noise when Sehun suddenly grasps his chin lightly, his thumb and index finger pressing against the soft skin.
“I’ve always wondered how it would feel like to touch you in your human form,” Sehun leans forward to nip below Luhan’s ear and chides when the latter shudders from his ministrations, “and now that I am, I don’t want to let you go.”
“Then please don’t.” Luhan begs him, arms clinging to the back of Sehun’s neck, rubbing his nose against the taller male’s shoulder.
Sehun sighs, “Let’s go to my apartment.”
Luhan agrees.
Sehun has them both completely naked over the thin, tangled sheets, fingers curling and digging themselves into the soft skin of Luhan’s hips, not hard enough to hurt him or leave a mark, but enough to tickle the sensitive area. Sehun thinks Luhan’s the most beautiful like this, when it’s dark out and the only source of light is the dimmed light of his room above their heads, giving a sheen glow against his glimmering skin and flushed cheeks.
“You’re really pretty you know.” Sehun whispers against his stomach, giving light pecks near his navel and the latter squirms in his place, hand clasped over his lips as he feels the other nearing towards his hardened sex. There’s no doubt, the former has a way with his lips and tongue, the way his pink muscle would soothe across the skin where he’d nipped and sucked earlier, pursing his lips forward after and soon the small pecks would turn to sloppy kisses, leaving behind a trace of saliva splayed across his abdomen.
Kneeling off the bed slowly, Sehun lowers his head between Luhan’s legs, nuzzling his nose against his inner thighs and the latter shudders as he props himself on his elbows, watching Sehun as he croons his balls with warm fingers and peppers light kisses all over the tip of his penis.
“Don’t, you don’t have to Sehun,” Luhan hisses through clenched teeth, fingers twitching and digging into the mattress as Sehun swallows the head, hands coming up to rest at the former’s mid thigh, giving them a gentle squeeze every now and then and Luhan doesn’t think he’ll last another minute of this blowjob.
“I always thought you were pretty when you were just a perfectly still doll with no traces of flaws anywhere,” Sehun says as he pulls away for a moment, and he chuckles from deep within his throat when Luhan grunts above him, pressing his thighs tight against his head because fuck him, he cannot stop now, “and still, you look the same, except even more beautiful as you sweat and cry underneath me.” And Sehun bends down again, taking him whole into his mouth and Luhan shouts raw against the air.
When Sehun looks up, he sees Luhan’s veins protruding his neck as he cranes his head backwards, showing off that pale, smooth skin and he wants nothing more than to kiss and lick the area. He would never purposely mark him though; he didn’t wish to taint the skin that was remarkable and beautiful, and for his eyes only.
Sehun licks the underside of his penis; his tongue moving in upward, downward motions as he draws the hard skin further into his mouth, making loud, obscene slurping noises and he doesn’t forget to encircle his index and middle fingers slowly against the latter’s sensitive balls.
“Sehun, I,” Luhan croaks, his body suddenly convulsing and Sehun presses his hands over his upper thighs to keep him still so as to not gag as the tip of his penis nears the back of his throat. “Close?” Sehun hums and Luhan sinks his teeth into his lower lip, his messy fringe spilling over his closed eyes and he swears he’s about to pass out because his fingers are tingling nonstop as he takes deep, shallow breaths that aren’t enough to fill his lungs with oxygen.
“Y-Yes.” Luhan affirms and much to his dismay, Sehun pulls away completely, leaving behind a hardened penis and a line of saliva over the base and tip. Luhan collapses under his elbows, his chest heaving up and down rapidly as he watches Sehun crawl on top of him, bringing his leg up as he kisses behind his thigh and strokes the soft skin.
“You make me confused sometimes Luhan,” Sehun says as he brings the latter’s hand up to kiss his palm, “sometimes I think you’re not real because of how you are during the day; completely still as you stare into nothing yet here you are next to me tonight, and I can’t seem to know whether you really are or not.”
Luhan freezes beneath him and Sehun notices as he stiffens right away, and now he thinks maybe he should’ve kept his mouth shut from the start. His employees did tell him from time to time that despite being manager, he asks a lot of unnecessary questions and makes inappropriate comments to the customers.
But then Luhan smiles and Sehun swears he feels a ton of weight dissipate off his shoulders because the last thing he wanted was to upset the former. And then Luhan takes hold of Sehun’s hand, which is much too large against his own, and presses the back of his palm to his cheek, “You can feel me, can’t you?” Sehun nods.
“You can hear me, can’t you?” Again, Sehun nods, and Luhan grips his forearms, pulling him down and sticking out his tongue and they moan quietly, lips wide open as they move against each other and nip at each other’s mouths with teeth before pulling away momentarily, a string of saliva connecting them as they separate.
Luhan runs his tongue over his lips before asking, “You can taste me, can’t you?” Sehun presses against him, further, fitting his head into Luhan’s neck and the latter can feel him move against him as he agrees once again. “Yes,” he answers aloud this time, bringing himself up to plant kisses down Luhan’s Adam’s apple and the latter sighs into his light touches.
“You can see me, can’t you?” Every whisper makes Sehun shiver with anticipation because he wants nothing more than to take Luhan, pounding into him firmly but with slow movements as he makes the other scream into his mouth when he hits his prostate. “Yeah.”
“And you can smell me, can't you?” And Sehun inhales into his neck, basking in the smell of slightly pungent sweat mixed with coffee from earlier and he nods one last time.
“Do you think I’m real now?”
“Yes, oh god yes.” Sehun says as he pulls away from Luhan, walking to his dresser as he pulls out a packet of lube, coating his entire penis and three of his fingers nicely with the transparent gel. He’s about to sink a finger into Luhan, however the latter seems to be getting more impatient as the night wears on and Sehun loves every minute of it.
“Please, just put it in.” Luhan’s close to begging, snapping his hips into Sehun and the latter can suddenly see stars. Pressing his fingers against Luhan’s ass, he brings him up further, sinking himself into the delicious heat and they both exhale through their mouths simultaneously. Sehun thinks Luhan feels amazing, the way his insides pulsate around his dick and he wants nothing more than to just take him right then and there in quick, harsh motions.
But even so, he gently prods forward, dipping his hips into him and Luhan’s close to screaming because he wants his prostate to be found, right now. “Sehun, faster. Please.” He begs, meeting Sehun in time with his slow thrusts and he can tell by the way his entire being's quivering and beads of sweat form on his temples and onto his fringe that he’s holding back.
Still, the latter merely dips his hips into Luhan, slow and gentle as he holds down Luhan’s hips so he won’t thrust up onto him and make him lose all the fine threads of sanity he has left. He smiles, watching as Luhan grunts beneath him quietly, his mouth formed in a slight pout and so he bends down, capturing his lips in a chaste kiss and the latter responds right away, hands coming up to grip Sehun’s shoulders.
He screams himself hoarse into the latter’s mouth when Sehun thrusts into him with a new kind of force, rough and quick as he snaps his hips forward and clenches his ass and he knows he’s already found Luhan’s prostate from the way he’s yelling his name against him nonstop.
By now both of their bodies are gleaming with sweat, breaths sharp and battered against each other’s mouths and by now their movements are irregular, Sehun now too quick and Luhan’s unable to keep up with the timing. He loves the feeling of being filled one moment with the entirety of Sehun’s penis, then being afraid of him pulling out completely as he draws back momentarily, then pushes back all the way in again.
“You’re really pretty you know.” Luhan smiles every time the latter whispers these two words to him, and although it seems as though Sehun’s referring to his facial features, he thinks the latter means so much more to his words than what he hears from the exterior. He firmly believes it.
They’re both close as Sehun’s penis enlarges inside of the former and slips a hand between their working and sex-driven bodies, curling his fingers around the base of Luhan’s sex and squeezes it gently, moving it up and down in time with his thrusts because unlike the latter, he’s able to multitask just a little bit better.
“Shit Luhan,” Sehun cries out, gripping his hips with his palms, not his nails, and comes deep within Luhan, and just a few seconds later, he comes as well onto his own stomach and onto Sehun’s chest, however the taller male’s too tired to notice as he collapses onto the male beneath him.
Once in a while Sehun would give him a hug, telling him how perfect and gorgeous he is, and in response, Luhan would kiss his cheek in appreciation. For as long as Luhan could, they both lie in each other’s embrace, until it’s time to resume work the next day, and Sehun’s a manager and Luhan’s just a doll.
“You’re really pretty you know.” Sehun says to it for the umpteenth time that day, placing a kiss on its temple in the middle of the store and this time, Luhan feels warm against him and he holds him close. He really is like a doll; flawless.
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So I promised myung_soo I'd write her a hunhan oneshot that involves Sehun as a manager of a department store, Luhan as a mannequin, and, well, smut lol. This was kind of rushed because I wanted to get this done before heading off to uni today, and so I hope it's alright ;;
Sehun's the manager of Macy's and Luhan is his personal mannequin, completely still and unbelievably gorgeous.
Like a Doll;
Sehun enjoys running course fingers over the hardened wax and thick fiberglass that molded perfectly to form the inanimate object, tracing the outline of those thin lips; a deep shade of pink mixed with rusty burnt sienna, and utterly beautiful all at the same time.
It’s cold to the touch, eyes stony, staring beyond the cream colored walls of the department store and lips painted on with cheap acrylic paint. His hair’s a sandy blonde hue, and Sehun doesn’t forget to cascade his fingers through it at least once a day, whispering sweet colloquies in its ear, half expecting the immobile figure to make some kind of gesture to show it was acknowledging Sehun’s presence and half expecting it to just lie there in obscurity.
Still, the manager could’ve sworn he's seen the doll making slight movements, very slight such as the blinking of an eye or the twitching of the nose. But every time he’d do a double take, there was nothing but a hefty blow to his split second of brewing enthusiasm.
“You’re really pretty you know.” The man in his mid-twenties says, flattening his lips against its frigid temple, lingering for a few seconds before pulling away.
His employees find him to be an odd one surely, as a few weeks ago Zitao catches him nearing the mannequin, lips pressed against its cold temple and the latter turns right back around as he finds himself unable to ask if Sehun could confront the fuming, unsatisfied customer at one of the cash registers.
Zitao doesn’t talk about it with Sehun, however, instead of dropping the subject, he tells Jongin and Yixing without any regrets about his unfortunate encounter with their boss trying to make out with the mannequin that was shipped to them just a few weeks prior. They all end up snickering; apparently, Zitao’s co workers witnessed the same event, at different time slots of course.
They all conclude that Sehun could be suffering from the uncanny valley effect, no doubt about it.
Jongin, Yixing, Zitao, and Sehun all went to the same high school together and graduated sitting side by side with silken black caps and gowns with smiles that reached to their ears as they waited for their ultimate prize that they’ve worked so hard to attain for four years. It was no wonder that Sehun gladly gave them all good paying positions at Macy’s, although he warned them that he refused to mix friendship with work.
In fact Jongin almost got himself fired a year ago when a customer came out of the fitting room to ogle at herself in front of one of the full-sized mirrors, fingers splayed over her waist as they trailed down towards her hips, asking Jongin, “I need your honest opinion. Does this dress make me look fat?”
Jongin sized her up from head to toe, almost cringing as he noticed how much the sleek, knee-high length black dress clung to all the wrong places, including her protruding pot belly and sagging love handles. “You want my honest opinion you say?” The woman had nodded and Jongin clicked his tongue thinking, wrong answer lady.
“That dress is two sizes too small for you. Quite honestly you look like a pregnant killer whale who hasn’t had her afternoon lunch yet.” Jongin almost cackled when the woman gasped, one of her palms covering her mouth in sheer horror as the other one came up to strike at his face.
“Hey, she asked for it!” Jongin had retorted when Sehun was forced to quiet down the angry customer who certainly wouldn’t be returning anytime soon, or ever. “You’re lucky you’re my best friend, otherwise I’d have your ass kicked out of here with the snap of my finger you stupid fuck.” It was always fun making their boss lose every thin strand of patience he owned.
“Should we tell his mother about this?” Jongin almost spat out his black coffee.
“Dear god no his mother would probably send him to the countryside where his grandparents are. No internet means he would die of boredom, which means that when he’s resurrected he’ll shave off all of our pubic hairs in our sleep. Or worse, he’ll probably chop off our balls and feed the remains to the birds. Do not, I repeat, do not tell her anything. Just leave it alone.”
Yixing snorts, “Don’t you think you’re overreacting just a bit?” Jongin starts chewing on his fingernail, and it’s odd because he hasn’t done such a thing since middle school.
“Let’s just say you guys don’t know Sehun like I do.”
Everyone leaves it at that.
It's gorgeous, Sehun thinks, hands pressed behind the mannequin as he pulls it closer to himself, the coldness from the plastic object contrasting rather well with his heated frame, he thinks. “You really are something, Luhan.”
It was a name he had given it, and he wouldn’t change it for anything else, considering he loved the way it rolled off his tongue each time he pronounced it slowly. Closing hour is upon them, and by now with the exception of himself and his employees, the entire store was completely vacant.
The others were getting ready to depart, and so was Sehun, though he was unwilling to unlike Jongin who wanted to get the fuck away and get some shut eye with his boyfriend.
“See you tomorrow Luhan.” Sehun kisses him hard and quick before going to the front of the store where the rest of the employees resided.
“You all did well today.” Sehun acknowledged politely and suddenly Jongin stealthily swings an arm over his shoulder, holding him in a tight headlock and the former sighs, trying to shake off the impending arm firmly attached to the back of his neck.
“About that raise―”
“For the last time Jongin, no.” Jongin removes himself and Sehun sighs in relief much too loud because he can finally breathe again within his own personal space.
“Really, fuck you Sehun.” Jongin mumbles through clenched teeth and Sehun grins cheekily, “Is that a promise?”
“Oh god.”
Gone are the pitch black marbles that make up his eyes, now dark brown that glimmered in the night and gone are the plastic coverings that make up his entire being. The mannequin’s face is now a light peachy tone color instead of a stark white one, his skin now soft to the touch instead of being stiff and unmoving.
Luhan stumbles a few steps backwards because he always finds it difficult to balance himself once the clock strikes twelve every night. Today on display he was wearing a Michael Kors charcoal gray suit, and although it fit him quite nicely around the shoulders and waist, it was the middle of summer and the fabric from the dress shirt clung uncomfortably to his damp skin as he fights back the urge to toss the jacket to an unknown corner of the room.
Then he notices that all the lights in the store are still as bright as ever, and that meant he could finally walk out without having the heavy bolted doors and gates blocking his path as usual. Before anyone notices, he slips out of the store and out towards the parking lot.
Roads were bustling nearby with people not paying attention to street signs, cars tightly packed beside each other while honking their horns trying to get past the night traffic, and pale pink cherry blossom petals twinkling in midair lazily, allowing the soft wind to carry them throughout. Luhan exhales deeply through his nose, quietly basking in the smell of combustion fumes from the traffic ahead. City life is nothing short of perfection.
Around the corner of a street he finds a quaint café and bakery, pretty and pink on the outside with large, clean, and crisp flower designs bordering the windows. Buttery goodness and bitter coffee with vanilla surrounds him from every corner, and he feels his stomach churning from hunger.
Time to eat.
When the egg and cheese croissant and small cup of coffee reach his table, he sighs almost too loud, Closing his eyes and humming to himself, Luhan takes the first bite with an eager mouth and empty stomach. The egg and cheese croissant melts in his mouth and he sighs in contentment, twiddling his pinky fingers over the freshly baked bread. The coffee compliments the sandwich as well, he thinks with a small charitable grin.
He isn’t usually one to enjoy coffee, so when he does, it must mean it tastes exquisite. The bitterness doesn’t overpower the drink, which is quite a feat, Luhan thinks, because he’s consumed a bit of coffee in the past back when he used to be in display for a boutique in Busan and none of them had even the slightest touch of sweetness. This one though, has the perfect balance of bitterness and sweetness.
Luhan drinks the burning liquid eagerly, exhaling through the small crack of his lips every time he swallowed. It was an obvious pattern for him; first he would take a small bite of his croissant, chew on it incessantly, and, while there’s still some food trapped between his teeth, he’d take a sip of his coffee to wash it all down.
Everything was remarkably heartfelt and delicious, and Luhan did not forget to leave a small tip beside his crumb-filled plate, from the single notes and loose change he’d found while strolling about absentmindedly.
When he walks out of the café, he feels somewhat bloated, probably from the coffee after adding heaps of the sugar packets inside, he thinks. Shrugging, he decides to walk it all off. Until he sees Sehun.
Luhan wasn’t even able to fully comprehend the entire situation at hand when Sehun grapples on his wrist just a little too hard, pulling him near to the side of a 3-story brick walled apartment building and kisses him hard, teeth clanging with a kind of gentle force as Luhan’s hands come up to curl into Sehun’s chestnut brown hair.
The blonde tastes like slightly bitter coffee with a hint of vanilla cream and Sehun thinks he wants to just taste him forever. Lips parted, Sehun probes his tongue into the latter’s mouth, and he feels himself growing hard when Luhan reaches down and palms the taller male through his jeans. “Fuck,” Sehun curses, pulling Luhan’s hand away reluctantly because he knows for a fact that he would be unable to hold himself back and the latter looks up at him with half lidded eyes, dilated pupils and parted lips as his breathing comes out in shallow, ragged ones.
“How did you find me?” Luhan manages to ask, and Sehun grins widely with teeth, the back of his hand coming up to splay his fingers across his cheeks. Luhan leans into him further.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice when the cameras recorded your every moves when you’d walk about the store during closing hours? Or when you’d just walked out of the store like tonight?” Luhan made a little noise when Sehun suddenly grasps his chin lightly, his thumb and index finger pressing against the soft skin.
“I’ve always wondered how it would feel like to touch you in your human form,” Sehun leans forward to nip below Luhan’s ear and chides when the latter shudders from his ministrations, “and now that I am, I don’t want to let you go.”
“Then please don’t.” Luhan begs him, arms clinging to the back of Sehun’s neck, rubbing his nose against the taller male’s shoulder.
Sehun sighs, “Let’s go to my apartment.”
Luhan agrees.
Sehun has them both completely naked over the thin, tangled sheets, fingers curling and digging themselves into the soft skin of Luhan’s hips, not hard enough to hurt him or leave a mark, but enough to tickle the sensitive area. Sehun thinks Luhan’s the most beautiful like this, when it’s dark out and the only source of light is the dimmed light of his room above their heads, giving a sheen glow against his glimmering skin and flushed cheeks.
“You’re really pretty you know.” Sehun whispers against his stomach, giving light pecks near his navel and the latter squirms in his place, hand clasped over his lips as he feels the other nearing towards his hardened sex. There’s no doubt, the former has a way with his lips and tongue, the way his pink muscle would soothe across the skin where he’d nipped and sucked earlier, pursing his lips forward after and soon the small pecks would turn to sloppy kisses, leaving behind a trace of saliva splayed across his abdomen.
Kneeling off the bed slowly, Sehun lowers his head between Luhan’s legs, nuzzling his nose against his inner thighs and the latter shudders as he props himself on his elbows, watching Sehun as he croons his balls with warm fingers and peppers light kisses all over the tip of his penis.
“Don’t, you don’t have to Sehun,” Luhan hisses through clenched teeth, fingers twitching and digging into the mattress as Sehun swallows the head, hands coming up to rest at the former’s mid thigh, giving them a gentle squeeze every now and then and Luhan doesn’t think he’ll last another minute of this blowjob.
“I always thought you were pretty when you were just a perfectly still doll with no traces of flaws anywhere,” Sehun says as he pulls away for a moment, and he chuckles from deep within his throat when Luhan grunts above him, pressing his thighs tight against his head because fuck him, he cannot stop now, “and still, you look the same, except even more beautiful as you sweat and cry underneath me.” And Sehun bends down again, taking him whole into his mouth and Luhan shouts raw against the air.
When Sehun looks up, he sees Luhan’s veins protruding his neck as he cranes his head backwards, showing off that pale, smooth skin and he wants nothing more than to kiss and lick the area. He would never purposely mark him though; he didn’t wish to taint the skin that was remarkable and beautiful, and for his eyes only.
Sehun licks the underside of his penis; his tongue moving in upward, downward motions as he draws the hard skin further into his mouth, making loud, obscene slurping noises and he doesn’t forget to encircle his index and middle fingers slowly against the latter’s sensitive balls.
“Sehun, I,” Luhan croaks, his body suddenly convulsing and Sehun presses his hands over his upper thighs to keep him still so as to not gag as the tip of his penis nears the back of his throat. “Close?” Sehun hums and Luhan sinks his teeth into his lower lip, his messy fringe spilling over his closed eyes and he swears he’s about to pass out because his fingers are tingling nonstop as he takes deep, shallow breaths that aren’t enough to fill his lungs with oxygen.
“Y-Yes.” Luhan affirms and much to his dismay, Sehun pulls away completely, leaving behind a hardened penis and a line of saliva over the base and tip. Luhan collapses under his elbows, his chest heaving up and down rapidly as he watches Sehun crawl on top of him, bringing his leg up as he kisses behind his thigh and strokes the soft skin.
“You make me confused sometimes Luhan,” Sehun says as he brings the latter’s hand up to kiss his palm, “sometimes I think you’re not real because of how you are during the day; completely still as you stare into nothing yet here you are next to me tonight, and I can’t seem to know whether you really are or not.”
Luhan freezes beneath him and Sehun notices as he stiffens right away, and now he thinks maybe he should’ve kept his mouth shut from the start. His employees did tell him from time to time that despite being manager, he asks a lot of unnecessary questions and makes inappropriate comments to the customers.
But then Luhan smiles and Sehun swears he feels a ton of weight dissipate off his shoulders because the last thing he wanted was to upset the former. And then Luhan takes hold of Sehun’s hand, which is much too large against his own, and presses the back of his palm to his cheek, “You can feel me, can’t you?” Sehun nods.
“You can hear me, can’t you?” Again, Sehun nods, and Luhan grips his forearms, pulling him down and sticking out his tongue and they moan quietly, lips wide open as they move against each other and nip at each other’s mouths with teeth before pulling away momentarily, a string of saliva connecting them as they separate.
Luhan runs his tongue over his lips before asking, “You can taste me, can’t you?” Sehun presses against him, further, fitting his head into Luhan’s neck and the latter can feel him move against him as he agrees once again. “Yes,” he answers aloud this time, bringing himself up to plant kisses down Luhan’s Adam’s apple and the latter sighs into his light touches.
“You can see me, can’t you?” Every whisper makes Sehun shiver with anticipation because he wants nothing more than to take Luhan, pounding into him firmly but with slow movements as he makes the other scream into his mouth when he hits his prostate. “Yeah.”
“And you can smell me, can't you?” And Sehun inhales into his neck, basking in the smell of slightly pungent sweat mixed with coffee from earlier and he nods one last time.
“Do you think I’m real now?”
“Yes, oh god yes.” Sehun says as he pulls away from Luhan, walking to his dresser as he pulls out a packet of lube, coating his entire penis and three of his fingers nicely with the transparent gel. He’s about to sink a finger into Luhan, however the latter seems to be getting more impatient as the night wears on and Sehun loves every minute of it.
“Please, just put it in.” Luhan’s close to begging, snapping his hips into Sehun and the latter can suddenly see stars. Pressing his fingers against Luhan’s ass, he brings him up further, sinking himself into the delicious heat and they both exhale through their mouths simultaneously. Sehun thinks Luhan feels amazing, the way his insides pulsate around his dick and he wants nothing more than to just take him right then and there in quick, harsh motions.
But even so, he gently prods forward, dipping his hips into him and Luhan’s close to screaming because he wants his prostate to be found, right now. “Sehun, faster. Please.” He begs, meeting Sehun in time with his slow thrusts and he can tell by the way his entire being's quivering and beads of sweat form on his temples and onto his fringe that he’s holding back.
Still, the latter merely dips his hips into Luhan, slow and gentle as he holds down Luhan’s hips so he won’t thrust up onto him and make him lose all the fine threads of sanity he has left. He smiles, watching as Luhan grunts beneath him quietly, his mouth formed in a slight pout and so he bends down, capturing his lips in a chaste kiss and the latter responds right away, hands coming up to grip Sehun’s shoulders.
He screams himself hoarse into the latter’s mouth when Sehun thrusts into him with a new kind of force, rough and quick as he snaps his hips forward and clenches his ass and he knows he’s already found Luhan’s prostate from the way he’s yelling his name against him nonstop.
By now both of their bodies are gleaming with sweat, breaths sharp and battered against each other’s mouths and by now their movements are irregular, Sehun now too quick and Luhan’s unable to keep up with the timing. He loves the feeling of being filled one moment with the entirety of Sehun’s penis, then being afraid of him pulling out completely as he draws back momentarily, then pushes back all the way in again.
“You’re really pretty you know.” Luhan smiles every time the latter whispers these two words to him, and although it seems as though Sehun’s referring to his facial features, he thinks the latter means so much more to his words than what he hears from the exterior. He firmly believes it.
They’re both close as Sehun’s penis enlarges inside of the former and slips a hand between their working and sex-driven bodies, curling his fingers around the base of Luhan’s sex and squeezes it gently, moving it up and down in time with his thrusts because unlike the latter, he’s able to multitask just a little bit better.
“Shit Luhan,” Sehun cries out, gripping his hips with his palms, not his nails, and comes deep within Luhan, and just a few seconds later, he comes as well onto his own stomach and onto Sehun’s chest, however the taller male’s too tired to notice as he collapses onto the male beneath him.
Once in a while Sehun would give him a hug, telling him how perfect and gorgeous he is, and in response, Luhan would kiss his cheek in appreciation. For as long as Luhan could, they both lie in each other’s embrace, until it’s time to resume work the next day, and Sehun’s a manager and Luhan’s just a doll.
“You’re really pretty you know.” Sehun says to it for the umpteenth time that day, placing a kiss on its temple in the middle of the store and this time, Luhan feels warm against him and he holds him close. He really is like a doll; flawless.
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So I promised myung_soo I'd write her a hunhan oneshot that involves Sehun as a manager of a department store, Luhan as a mannequin, and, well, smut lol. This was kind of rushed because I wanted to get this done before heading off to uni today, and so I hope it's alright ;;