in record time
in record time
nc-17; pwp; sehun/luhan; 2,298w
summary: luhan likes to play a little game whenever sehun is tasked to clean the dishes right after dinner. (or dishwashing!au, as lisa so fondly calls it)
a/n: finished this eons ago but only got around to posting it now. welps. inspired by this.
when a hand sneaks down the back of his jeans, sehun automatically tightens his grip on the plate he’s currently scrubbing to keep it from dropping back down into the sink. luhan’s touch brings along a kind of dreadful feeling that proceeds to loom over him and sehun can’t help but think how the next few minutes are going to be pure torture on his part.
sehun tries to remember how to breathe properly. inhale, exhale, inhale, ex- “hyung, please, i’m doing the dishes.”
“hmm,” luhan only says. sehun doesn’t really like the sound of that response. ”do you remember that little game we used to play, sehunnie?”
luhan’s question lands hot against the shell of sehun’s ear and he can’t hide the shiver that runs down his spine, both from the underlying seduction in luhan’s voice and the implication of that question. sehun clearly remembers their little game - as luhan so eloquently puts it - and he isn’t entirely sure if playing dumb right now and lying through his teeth would work on luhan.
probably not.
so sehun doesn’t even attempt to pretend like he’s already forgotten the existence of that game because 1. he’s pretty certain luhan would make him remember, anyway and; 2. sehun can’t quite hide the fact that he’s actually looking forward to this ever since he and luhan started doing it a few months ago.
nobody should make him nod as enthusiastically as he’s doing right now, especially not by just sticking their hand down sehun’s pants and shamelessly groping his ass while they’re at it. but luhan does that so effortlessly sehun is seriously beginning to think that maybe he’s born to do this or something (which is a rather ridiculous thought, really, if sehun may say so himself).
“y-yes, i do-” luhan moves his other hand towards sehun’s front, hot and teasing. sehun involuntarily jerks his hips forward when luhan starts to rub him through his pants. “-but we can’t do this now-someone might see, hyung!”
“sshh,” luhan whispers against his ear. sehun scrambles to hold himself together despite the overwhelming urge to just fall apart under luhan’s touch. “everyone just went out with manager hyung and we have five minutes - maybe ten minutes tops - to do this.”
luhan presses lingering kisses along the side of sehun’s neck, down to his shoulders, practically every expanse of skin that his mouth can reach. it’s getting harder and harder for sehun to focus on his task at hand with luhan distracting him like that. just as sehun is about to negotiate with luhan in hopes of changing his mind, he feels the hand on his front dip down, quickly popping the button on his pants and pulling the zipper down in one fluid motion. luhan wriggles his hand down inside sehun’s boxers and proceeds to curl his fingers around his cock. a pleased smile instantly slips on his face when he hears the barely contained groan escaping from sehun’s lips.
it’s more than satisfying on luhan’s part, hearing sehun’s shuddery breath when he twists his hand a certain way; seeing sehun grip the edge of the counter so hard like his life depends on it. sehun, on the other hand, is trying his damndest not to give in to that tempting bliss right there and then. it’s been way too long since they’ve done this and sehun wants to draw out this pleasure for as long as he can, make this enjoyable for the both of them.
“you remember the rules, right?” at sehun’s brief nod, luhan continues, his voice filled with a sick kind of excitement that makes sehun shudder, “no coming until you’re done with the dishes, sehunnie.”
it sounds easy - just a fairly simple challenge, sehun once stupidly thought - but in reality, sehun can barely hold himself upright when luhan teases him like that, making him weak in the knees with luhan’s every steady upward-downward stroke. sehun’s pretty certain it’s going to take more than willpower alone to keep him from tipping over the edge when luhan-
sehun feels his pants, along with his boxers, quickly being pulled down and in no more than a few seconds, luhan is already settled in front of him, taking no time in fisting sehun’s cock while he experimentally licks the tip to have a quick taste. sehun lets out a quiet moan at that, pleasantly surprised at the sudden feel of luhan’s tongue on his cock. it’s only when the sound of plates clanging against the sink reaches his ears does sehun remember what he’s supposed to do.
it’s kind of a miracle that sehun can even hold a plate with his trembling fingers but, somehow, using his sheer will and effort, he manages to do just that. even more surprising when he finds himself mechanically scrubbing them clean one by one, as though his fingers suddenly possess a mind of their own so they can help him out in his dire need (heaven knows his brain is slowly shutting down from the heat and pleasure pooling in his stomach right at this very moment).
sehun feels luhan’s hand moving, slowly spreading his arousal down his cock, before his mouth finally, finally slips over it, all moist, delicious heat. sehun blanks out for a moment, his vision blinded by a thick haze of lust and despair for the boy who’s currently situated between his legs, making obscene sucking noises as he blatantly goes down on sehun out in the kitchen. the same boy who can easily reduce sehun into a sobbing, incoherent mess whenever he pleases to do so.
that fact alone should scare sehun out of his wits because finding himself so easily persuaded by luhan to do everything he wants is anything but a good thing for sehun’s sanity and raging hormones. but sehun doesn’t have enough time to let the fear and worry creep in right now, especially when he feels luhan suddenly tonguing the underside of his cock and realizes that, fuck, there are still a few plates waiting to be scrubbed and rinsed on the sink.
really, it’s only terrible luck that luhan coincidentally decided to play this game just when the whole group and their respective managers thought it was a good idea to have dinner together. fuck everything.
with what seems like a herculean effort, sehun tries to pick up the remaining plates one by one, washing them thoroughly (or as thoroughly as he can, anyway) without breaking a single one. never in his nineteen years of living has sehun thought that an easy a chore as scrubbing plates can be this hard, but with luhan constantly trying to make every second of his day a living torture (like coming up with this ridiculous game), it’s quickly turning out to be one of the most difficult things sehun has to do in his life.
and it’s only unfortunate on sehun’s part that he lets luhan do whatever he wants, whenever he wants. did sehun mention he’s completely and utterly wrapped around luhan’s finger?
violently tearing himself out of his reverie, sehun lets out a throaty groan when he feels luhan trying to take him deeper, his strong fingers gripping the base of sehun’s cock where his mouth doesn’t quite reach. it takes all of sehun’s self-control not to thrust into that inviting heat. instead, sehun opts to gather the remaining wisps of his concentration so he can devote them all on the goddamn plates and actually finish this chore.
(in all honesty though, sehun couldn’t care less if the plates just explode right there and then. but that happening also means losing to luhan and his sick little game and sehun just refuses to be a sore loser in the face of his sadistic hyung.)
for all of luhan’s portrayed innocence on stage, luhan is anything but when the cameras aren’t rolling and trying to capture every single comical expression on his face. he is especially nowhere near the epitome of virtue and purity when luhan, all of a sudden, deep-throats him, letting sehun’s cock slide to the back of his throat.
“fuck, hyung,” sehun all but grits out. his brain short-circuits for a second and he would’ve gripped the plate even tighter in his hand if he has any more motor control to spare. but, as it turns out, all that concentrating took a toll on his already frazzled brain, leaving him with none, and so, he drops the plate back into the sink with a loud clang.
“be careful, sehunnie,” luhan singsongs right after drawing his mouth away in a slick slide, his breath tickling sehun’s sensitive cock. it’s frustrating how luhan still sounds absolutely pleased when sehun is all but close to dying from trying to hold off his orgasm. “you don’t want kyungsoo unleashing his wrath on you for accidentally breaking one of his precious plates, do you?”
of course he doesn’t want that. kyungsoo may be a little thing but sehun values his life far too much to know that messing with anything that involves the kitchen is a definite no-no if you don’t want to get into kyungsoo’s bad side.
sehun grunts his response. for some weird reason, that incoherent sound translates into “yes, i’m pretty much aware of that, hyung. now can you please return to your task at hand” because, before he can even prepare himself from another wave of pleasure hitting his senses, sehun already feels luhan’s tongue dragging hard from the base of his cock towards the head, tasting him before taking him into his mouth again.
sehun lets out a choked moan at the sudden sensation. he doesn’t know how luhan expects him to finish cleaning the dishes (through his clouded vision, sehun realizes there are only four of them left on the sink) when he’s pleasuring sehun like this, so eager and determined to get him off with each lick and suck, but sehun still tries. not just for himself, but also because luhan’s faith in him to overcome such obstacles is quite…something.
so sehun attempts to claw his way out of this pleasure-induced bubble and picks up one of the remaining plates. by mind power alone, sehun wills his fingers to help him out again just like how they did earlier. sehun thinks he’s pretty lucky to have such obedient fingers listening to his every plea because it only takes a second or two before he finds himself scrubbing them again, rinsing them clean one by one until all there is left is one measly plate sitting in the center of the sink.
this is, of course, that exact moment when sehun feels the familiar tightening in the pit of his stomach, the pleasure now threatening to drown him in waves. sehun knows his body likes to betray him most of the time but, well, he supposes he couldn’t ask for a better timing for his approaching orgasm.
sehun is so, so close that it hurts. luhan knows it, too - he can tell by the erratic movement of sehun’s hips as he wildly thrusts into luhan’s mouth, and the way sehun tries to tone his moans down even though he fails spectacularly at it. sehun can hear himself gurgling incoherently as he gets closer and closer to the brink but he has half a mind to even care about the needy sounds that slip through his lips.
blurrily, sehun remembers grasping the only plate left on the sink and scrubbing it clean as quickly as he can before he finally feels the tight coil in his stomach uncurl. white light explodes viciously behind his eyelids and sehun comes with a jagged moan being ripped from somewhere in his throat.
it almost takes a minute before sehun’s higher functions come back down from cloud nine and, by that time, luhan is already pulling sehun’s boxers back on before getting on his feet. luhan’s legs feel a little numb from all that crouching he did. luhan sends a little smile in sehun’s direction and sehun, for a brief moment, feels the ground tremble underneath him, brittle and unstable, as though he’s standing on wobbly legs.
he isn’t quite sure if it’s entirely due to that warm smile or from the mind-blowing orgasm he just had. or maybe both.
sehun hears the front door open, followed by a string of conversation and laughter from his other hyungs and, for a heart-stopping second, he stops breathing. he would’ve continued holding his breath if not for the fact that sehun remembers that, yes, he already has his pants on and, no, no one would possibly suspect that luhan had just given him the Most Amazing Blowjob Ever if they try hard enough to pretend like everything’s just right in the world (which it is. for sehun, at least).
“just in time,” luhan suddenly whispers beside him, something akin to relief ringing in his voice. sehun thinks he knows how luhan is feeling at this very moment. really, he doesn’t dare imagine what could’ve happened if the rest of their group walked in on them earlier.
before sehun can even get himself to respond, luhan turns to him and says, “good job in cleaning those dishes in record time, sehun-ah. should we aim for something quicker next time?”
sehun can only gurgle in response. he isn’t sure how that translates to “yes” - because he’s positively sure that it doesn’t - but when luhan gives him another one of his pleased smiles, sehun finds that he doesn’t really have the heart to correct luhan and tell him his intended answer.
he really isn’t looking forward to another one of luhan’s silly games (in the back of his mind though, sehun begrudgingly admits that maybe, just maybe, he is).
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nc-17; pwp; sehun/luhan; 2,298w
summary: luhan likes to play a little game whenever sehun is tasked to clean the dishes right after dinner. (or dishwashing!au, as lisa so fondly calls it)
a/n: finished this eons ago but only got around to posting it now. welps. inspired by this.
when a hand sneaks down the back of his jeans, sehun automatically tightens his grip on the plate he’s currently scrubbing to keep it from dropping back down into the sink. luhan’s touch brings along a kind of dreadful feeling that proceeds to loom over him and sehun can’t help but think how the next few minutes are going to be pure torture on his part.
sehun tries to remember how to breathe properly. inhale, exhale, inhale, ex- “hyung, please, i’m doing the dishes.”
“hmm,” luhan only says. sehun doesn’t really like the sound of that response. ”do you remember that little game we used to play, sehunnie?”
luhan’s question lands hot against the shell of sehun’s ear and he can’t hide the shiver that runs down his spine, both from the underlying seduction in luhan’s voice and the implication of that question. sehun clearly remembers their little game - as luhan so eloquently puts it - and he isn’t entirely sure if playing dumb right now and lying through his teeth would work on luhan.
probably not.
so sehun doesn’t even attempt to pretend like he’s already forgotten the existence of that game because 1. he’s pretty certain luhan would make him remember, anyway and; 2. sehun can’t quite hide the fact that he’s actually looking forward to this ever since he and luhan started doing it a few months ago.
nobody should make him nod as enthusiastically as he’s doing right now, especially not by just sticking their hand down sehun’s pants and shamelessly groping his ass while they’re at it. but luhan does that so effortlessly sehun is seriously beginning to think that maybe he’s born to do this or something (which is a rather ridiculous thought, really, if sehun may say so himself).
“y-yes, i do-” luhan moves his other hand towards sehun’s front, hot and teasing. sehun involuntarily jerks his hips forward when luhan starts to rub him through his pants. “-but we can’t do this now-someone might see, hyung!”
“sshh,” luhan whispers against his ear. sehun scrambles to hold himself together despite the overwhelming urge to just fall apart under luhan’s touch. “everyone just went out with manager hyung and we have five minutes - maybe ten minutes tops - to do this.”
luhan presses lingering kisses along the side of sehun’s neck, down to his shoulders, practically every expanse of skin that his mouth can reach. it’s getting harder and harder for sehun to focus on his task at hand with luhan distracting him like that. just as sehun is about to negotiate with luhan in hopes of changing his mind, he feels the hand on his front dip down, quickly popping the button on his pants and pulling the zipper down in one fluid motion. luhan wriggles his hand down inside sehun’s boxers and proceeds to curl his fingers around his cock. a pleased smile instantly slips on his face when he hears the barely contained groan escaping from sehun’s lips.
it’s more than satisfying on luhan’s part, hearing sehun’s shuddery breath when he twists his hand a certain way; seeing sehun grip the edge of the counter so hard like his life depends on it. sehun, on the other hand, is trying his damndest not to give in to that tempting bliss right there and then. it’s been way too long since they’ve done this and sehun wants to draw out this pleasure for as long as he can, make this enjoyable for the both of them.
“you remember the rules, right?” at sehun’s brief nod, luhan continues, his voice filled with a sick kind of excitement that makes sehun shudder, “no coming until you’re done with the dishes, sehunnie.”
it sounds easy - just a fairly simple challenge, sehun once stupidly thought - but in reality, sehun can barely hold himself upright when luhan teases him like that, making him weak in the knees with luhan’s every steady upward-downward stroke. sehun’s pretty certain it’s going to take more than willpower alone to keep him from tipping over the edge when luhan-
sehun feels his pants, along with his boxers, quickly being pulled down and in no more than a few seconds, luhan is already settled in front of him, taking no time in fisting sehun’s cock while he experimentally licks the tip to have a quick taste. sehun lets out a quiet moan at that, pleasantly surprised at the sudden feel of luhan’s tongue on his cock. it’s only when the sound of plates clanging against the sink reaches his ears does sehun remember what he’s supposed to do.
it’s kind of a miracle that sehun can even hold a plate with his trembling fingers but, somehow, using his sheer will and effort, he manages to do just that. even more surprising when he finds himself mechanically scrubbing them clean one by one, as though his fingers suddenly possess a mind of their own so they can help him out in his dire need (heaven knows his brain is slowly shutting down from the heat and pleasure pooling in his stomach right at this very moment).
sehun feels luhan’s hand moving, slowly spreading his arousal down his cock, before his mouth finally, finally slips over it, all moist, delicious heat. sehun blanks out for a moment, his vision blinded by a thick haze of lust and despair for the boy who’s currently situated between his legs, making obscene sucking noises as he blatantly goes down on sehun out in the kitchen. the same boy who can easily reduce sehun into a sobbing, incoherent mess whenever he pleases to do so.
that fact alone should scare sehun out of his wits because finding himself so easily persuaded by luhan to do everything he wants is anything but a good thing for sehun’s sanity and raging hormones. but sehun doesn’t have enough time to let the fear and worry creep in right now, especially when he feels luhan suddenly tonguing the underside of his cock and realizes that, fuck, there are still a few plates waiting to be scrubbed and rinsed on the sink.
really, it’s only terrible luck that luhan coincidentally decided to play this game just when the whole group and their respective managers thought it was a good idea to have dinner together. fuck everything.
with what seems like a herculean effort, sehun tries to pick up the remaining plates one by one, washing them thoroughly (or as thoroughly as he can, anyway) without breaking a single one. never in his nineteen years of living has sehun thought that an easy a chore as scrubbing plates can be this hard, but with luhan constantly trying to make every second of his day a living torture (like coming up with this ridiculous game), it’s quickly turning out to be one of the most difficult things sehun has to do in his life.
and it’s only unfortunate on sehun’s part that he lets luhan do whatever he wants, whenever he wants. did sehun mention he’s completely and utterly wrapped around luhan’s finger?
violently tearing himself out of his reverie, sehun lets out a throaty groan when he feels luhan trying to take him deeper, his strong fingers gripping the base of sehun’s cock where his mouth doesn’t quite reach. it takes all of sehun’s self-control not to thrust into that inviting heat. instead, sehun opts to gather the remaining wisps of his concentration so he can devote them all on the goddamn plates and actually finish this chore.
(in all honesty though, sehun couldn’t care less if the plates just explode right there and then. but that happening also means losing to luhan and his sick little game and sehun just refuses to be a sore loser in the face of his sadistic hyung.)
for all of luhan’s portrayed innocence on stage, luhan is anything but when the cameras aren’t rolling and trying to capture every single comical expression on his face. he is especially nowhere near the epitome of virtue and purity when luhan, all of a sudden, deep-throats him, letting sehun’s cock slide to the back of his throat.
“fuck, hyung,” sehun all but grits out. his brain short-circuits for a second and he would’ve gripped the plate even tighter in his hand if he has any more motor control to spare. but, as it turns out, all that concentrating took a toll on his already frazzled brain, leaving him with none, and so, he drops the plate back into the sink with a loud clang.
“be careful, sehunnie,” luhan singsongs right after drawing his mouth away in a slick slide, his breath tickling sehun’s sensitive cock. it’s frustrating how luhan still sounds absolutely pleased when sehun is all but close to dying from trying to hold off his orgasm. “you don’t want kyungsoo unleashing his wrath on you for accidentally breaking one of his precious plates, do you?”
of course he doesn’t want that. kyungsoo may be a little thing but sehun values his life far too much to know that messing with anything that involves the kitchen is a definite no-no if you don’t want to get into kyungsoo’s bad side.
sehun grunts his response. for some weird reason, that incoherent sound translates into “yes, i’m pretty much aware of that, hyung. now can you please return to your task at hand” because, before he can even prepare himself from another wave of pleasure hitting his senses, sehun already feels luhan’s tongue dragging hard from the base of his cock towards the head, tasting him before taking him into his mouth again.
sehun lets out a choked moan at the sudden sensation. he doesn’t know how luhan expects him to finish cleaning the dishes (through his clouded vision, sehun realizes there are only four of them left on the sink) when he’s pleasuring sehun like this, so eager and determined to get him off with each lick and suck, but sehun still tries. not just for himself, but also because luhan’s faith in him to overcome such obstacles is quite…something.
so sehun attempts to claw his way out of this pleasure-induced bubble and picks up one of the remaining plates. by mind power alone, sehun wills his fingers to help him out again just like how they did earlier. sehun thinks he’s pretty lucky to have such obedient fingers listening to his every plea because it only takes a second or two before he finds himself scrubbing them again, rinsing them clean one by one until all there is left is one measly plate sitting in the center of the sink.
this is, of course, that exact moment when sehun feels the familiar tightening in the pit of his stomach, the pleasure now threatening to drown him in waves. sehun knows his body likes to betray him most of the time but, well, he supposes he couldn’t ask for a better timing for his approaching orgasm.
sehun is so, so close that it hurts. luhan knows it, too - he can tell by the erratic movement of sehun’s hips as he wildly thrusts into luhan’s mouth, and the way sehun tries to tone his moans down even though he fails spectacularly at it. sehun can hear himself gurgling incoherently as he gets closer and closer to the brink but he has half a mind to even care about the needy sounds that slip through his lips.
blurrily, sehun remembers grasping the only plate left on the sink and scrubbing it clean as quickly as he can before he finally feels the tight coil in his stomach uncurl. white light explodes viciously behind his eyelids and sehun comes with a jagged moan being ripped from somewhere in his throat.
it almost takes a minute before sehun’s higher functions come back down from cloud nine and, by that time, luhan is already pulling sehun’s boxers back on before getting on his feet. luhan’s legs feel a little numb from all that crouching he did. luhan sends a little smile in sehun’s direction and sehun, for a brief moment, feels the ground tremble underneath him, brittle and unstable, as though he’s standing on wobbly legs.
he isn’t quite sure if it’s entirely due to that warm smile or from the mind-blowing orgasm he just had. or maybe both.
sehun hears the front door open, followed by a string of conversation and laughter from his other hyungs and, for a heart-stopping second, he stops breathing. he would’ve continued holding his breath if not for the fact that sehun remembers that, yes, he already has his pants on and, no, no one would possibly suspect that luhan had just given him the Most Amazing Blowjob Ever if they try hard enough to pretend like everything’s just right in the world (which it is. for sehun, at least).
“just in time,” luhan suddenly whispers beside him, something akin to relief ringing in his voice. sehun thinks he knows how luhan is feeling at this very moment. really, he doesn’t dare imagine what could’ve happened if the rest of their group walked in on them earlier.
before sehun can even get himself to respond, luhan turns to him and says, “good job in cleaning those dishes in record time, sehun-ah. should we aim for something quicker next time?”
sehun can only gurgle in response. he isn’t sure how that translates to “yes” - because he’s positively sure that it doesn’t - but when luhan gives him another one of his pleased smiles, sehun finds that he doesn’t really have the heart to correct luhan and tell him his intended answer.
he really isn’t looking forward to another one of luhan’s silly games (in the back of his mind though, sehun begrudgingly admits that maybe, just maybe, he is).
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