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I Can Beat More Than Just A Bludger (Luhan x Reader)

Originally posted by baekthoven

Pairing: Luhan x Reader

Genre: Smut, HogwartsAU

Summary: After helping Gryffindor win the Quidditch Cup over Slytherin, Luhan pays you with a very generous reward.

A/N: Never written smut before, so tell me how I did! Open to all criticism!

Swish! Whoosh!

The cold chill of the billowing November wind made you shudder visibly on your broomstick as you dodged the black, devilish shape of a Bludger aiming at your head. You craned your neck to look at the scoreboard beside Professor McGonagall’s head.

Gryffindor – 30. Slytherin – 10.

You were in the lead.

The game had been going on for nearly thirty minutes and Luhan been losing his mind issuing orders, fervently watching the game, and keeping up with the Bludger’s whereabouts all at the same time. You’d tried to help him, instructing one of your Chasers named Wooyoung on how to dodge the Bludger when Luhan swiftly yelled at you to get back to finding the Snitch.

And now here you were, irritably glancing high and low for that tiny little golden ball. You weren’t exactly angry at Luhan; he was the one who’d even given you a chance to be on this team and it was up to you to eagerly prove to him he hadn’t made his decision out of vain. You’d heard from one of the other Chasers, Sehun, that Luhan had scraped you a spot on the team because he found you pretty hot, but you were more determined to prove Luhan’s impression of girls awry than hook up with him.

Though about that, though—

I mean, you couldn’t lie: you had had more dreams about Luhan than you could count. Where the two of you were darting after the Snitch together, resulting in your fingers locking simultaneously over the shiny metal before you shared a kiss in front of the whole school who had leapt from their seats to celebrate Gryffindor’s win. Then, Luhan would sweep you off your feet where you’d end up in his room and he’d slip off his robes and—

“(Y/N)! The Snitch! Get going!”

You snapped out of your daze to find yourself back in the whirlwind of the Quidditch game. Slytherin had just scored and you were about to fly head-on into one of the goalposts. Firmly biting your lip against the cold wind whipping against your face, you swiftly veered so you were now flying in the opposite direction and continued forth. Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin team’s opposing Seeker was also furtively searching high and low for the Snitch. He caught sight of you and sneered devilishly, stopping in his tracks when you two came in passing.

“What’s up there, Gryffindor? Too busy daydreaming about hair products to pay attention?”

“Shut up, Malfoy!” You absolutely could not stand that guy. His greasy blonde hair, his pointed rat-like face. Oh, how you wish you could just—

“Hey, hey!” Luhan came steering over to the two of you, looking furious. “Get back to the game, Malfoy and leave her alone!”

Malfoy glanced at Luhan, his face masked with cold fury, and then back at you. A malicious leer broke out on his face. “So this is what you were daydreaming about, huh?”

Your face obviously blanched, but you chose to ignore Malfoy. “Luhan, go find a Bludger before one those stupid Slytherins score!”
Luhan opened his mouth as if to protest and then shot a furtive angry look at Malfoy. The blonde boy merely sniggered in response before Luhan took off in the opposite direction, his ears glowing red.

“Your daydreams may not be too far off!” Malfoy called as he suddenly dove off ahead of you. “Looks like Lu was jealous!”

You looked back at Luhan, angrily staring ahead at the sea of green robes flapping through the sky. You couldn’t deny you’d thought Luhan had seemed a bit jealous, but it could’ve all been in your head.

“Ah, there it is!” came the commentator’s voice from the stands. “The glowing golden Snitch!”

You looked up. Glittering right above your head was the Snitch, its tiny wings flittering as if begging you to catch it. You darted up so fast you actually felt a bit dizzy and the Snitch flitted past your fingertips as you outstretched an arm.

“Come on,” you grunted, edging yourself forward on the broom as the Snitch madly flitted away. “Get over here!”


Malfoy breezed past, arm oustretched, and the Snitch, seemingly not wanting to be touched by Malfoy, zoomed above his head and soared in the opposite direction. You took off after it, the wind breathing harshly against your face as the goal posts and the stands were a completely blur. Judging from the commentary, you heard that Slytherin scored again and inferred that they were close to tying with you. If you got the Snitch right now, Slytherin would lose by 150 points.

A sudden nudge made you nearly fall off your broom and you found that Malfoy was right beside you, arm pushing against your ribs as he dived right after the Snitch along with you.

“You’re not gonna get it,” he muttered. “Just accept it. Your boyfriend’s going to be pissed.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you spat through gritted teeth. “He’s my captain!”

You and Malfoy both swiftly dived towards the ground where the Snitch was heading. You could hear his cold rich laugh ringing in your ears as you both outstretched your arms ready to catch it. The Snitch dove farther and farther towards the ground as you and Malfoy both swiftly descended towards it, the icy chill freezing both of your necks. You felt a smirk growing on your face: Malfoy was going to be an idiot. He was going to soar upwards, thinking the Snitch would do the same and you would catch it. You just knew it.

Pong! Slytherin scored once more. The two teams were now tied.

You inched closer and closer to the ground, your fingertips edging closer to the golden surface of the Snitch.

Come on, come on, come on…

Malfoy gave a loud, forceful grunt as he rose upwards, his blonde whipping in front of his eyes. You stayed right in place, waiting for your fingers to close around the surface of the Snitch.


A violent force thudded into your back and next thing you knew, you were suddenly jolted off the surface of your broom and hauled face-first in the mass of dirt below. Your whole body had crashed violently into the ground and your broom lay forgotten next to you. The crowds above gasped and screeched and Madam Hooch hoarsely blew her whistle. Next moment, you felt the rough thuds of feet all around you and suddenly two hands wrenched your shoulders and flipped you, so that the icy cold air was now blasting in your face. Your eyes screwed shut against the torrent of noise suddenly flung at you and it wasn’t until you felt a coarse something beating its wings passionately against your fingers, did you realize what was happening.


You popped open your eyes. The whole Gryffindor team was huddled over you, cheering and clapping with merriment. Sehun and Jongin, the other two Chasers were hugging tightly and Woohyun softly ruffled your hair. Your other fellow Beater and Keeper, Hyoyeon and Seulgi, graciously pulled you up in a sitting position and before you knew it, you were face-to-face with your captain Luhan. His blonde locks were waving exquisitely in the wind as he stared at you with his gentle, doe-eyed gaze.

“Are you alright?”

You nodded assuringly, brandishing a tender smile. “I’m all good.”

A broad smile broke out on his face so you could easily see his adorable dimples. “Excellent.” He took your hand to pull you up and you slowly climbed to your feet, the rest of the team slowly crowding around you two. Dumbledore descended the stands with the gleaming Quidditch Cup and the smile momentarily left Luhan’s face. He was gawking intensely at it as if he’d never seen anything more precious.

“To Gryffindor,” Dumbledore handed Luhan the Cup and he beamed, pompously. He took the precious metal into his hands, feeling it, running his eyes all over it as if it could disappear from sight at any moment. And then before you could prepare, Luhan turned to you and took you into his arms, eyes glittering with joy, and lifted you off your feet. Your arms automatically draped around his shoulders as he heaved you high in the air, staring gingerly into your eyes.

Then, with speed quicker than a bolt of lightning, he found himself tediously pressing his lips against your own.

Your mind went blank for at least half a minute; all you seemed to focus on was the feeling of Luhan’s lips moving soundlessly against yours, kissing you so sweetly your head seemed to be spin. His strong arms held you still in the air as he captured your lips over and over again, making you feel like a puddle of dense goo. You kissed him back just as eagerly, never wanting the moment to end.

“Good job,” Malfoy’s cold, drawling voice suddenly filled your ear. “I bet that won’t matter to your lot at home. Being a Mudblood at all.”

Luhan’s lips quickly seceded from yours as he listlessly set you down, watching as Malfoy’s eyes twinkled with malice.

“I told you to leave her alone,” he growled.

“And I believe she told you to mind your own business!” Malfoy spat, contemptuously. “Then again, I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t listen to a Mudblood—”

You quickly leapt forward as Luhan made to punch Malfoy, dropping the Cup and drawing back his fist.

“Luhan, no,” you whispered gently in his ear, placing your hands on his shoulders. “The professors are watching.”

Luhan’s eyes briefly flickered up towards Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall who were too busy chatting to notice the commotion beneath them.

“Later,” he growled, staring menacingly at Malfoy. “Later I’ll get you.”

“Sure,” Malfoy grunted and he swept off, taking extra care to roughly clash into your shoulder as he went.

“Malfoy’s such a rotten little—”


One of Luhan’s eyebrows hitched amusingly and you giggled at his puzzled expression.

“A what?”

“I don’t even know. He looks like an egg, but he’s pale like a wipe so—”

“Good one,” Luhan smirked as he joyously picked up the Cup from the ground. Despite the tracks of mud and dirt littered beneath you, the Cup was completely spotless. “You did great out there. Not to be sexist, but I told Sehun I was a bit worried about a girl joining a team full of boys.”

“Oh no,” you faked a tone of understanding, “not sexist at all.”

“No, really,” Luhan’s tone had suddenly turned very solemn. “I didn’t mean to be mean, I just–”

“Doubted my talent cause I was a girl?”

Luhan licked his lips nervously. “No. I—honestly I was trying to protect you. Sehun can be a real skeez sometimes, I swear.”

“Protect me?” you said, sharply. “Do you not think I can protect myself?”

“Well, with that fiery attitude I know you can,” Luhan teased, playfully. “But you didn’t show that at tryouts. It wasn’t until you punched Sehun for hitting on Wendy during our first practice, did I know I wouldn’t have much to worry about.”

You felt yourself smiling a little at his words, even though you’d tried to shamelessly hide it. “So…” Your memory flashed back to the kiss. “When did you know you had feelings for me?”

“Oh,” Luhan reached a hand back to scratch at his nape. “Uh…a few months ago.”

“Months ago?” You’d only been on the Quidditch team for two whole months now. “When, in fifth year?”

Luhan nodded, sheepishly. “That’s why I was really happy when you tried out. And not only that, but you were good too. You’re the best Seeker I’ve seen in a while.”

“So you just like me ‘cause I’m a good Seeker?” you teased watching as Luhan’s face dawned red.

“N-No. Y-You’re really p-pretty too, actually. I dunno if anyone’s ever told you that, but—”

You quickly silenced the last few of his words by swiftly placing your lips back against his, fixing your hands upon his shoulders. He responded immediately, kissing you back sweetly as his hands landed on your hips.

“No one’s actually ever told me that,” you whispered once the two of you broke apart, “but thanks.”

“Party back in the common room!” Wooyoung suddenly yelled, pumping his fist in the air. “Let’s go!” Luhan’s sudden confession had nearly made you forget about Gryffindor’s recent win. Heart bursting with excitement, you quickly followed Luhan off the pitch, promptly locking fingers with him as the two of you trailed through the grass. The Gryffindors were ecstatic the whole way back, screaming and jeering at the Slytherins who in turn grimaced in response. Woohyun and Sehun couldn’t stop giggling and smiling the whole way back, but you and Luhan remained quiet, merely feeling the softness of each other’s skin as you continued on. Occasionally his hand would slip from your grasp and accidentally scrape against your inner thigh or splay against the small of your back, but you paid no mind to it as you all neared the entrance of the castle. The Gryffindors all pooled into the entrance hall and filed up the stairs to the common room, but while on the second floor staircase, a flight down from where the Gryffindors were now trailing up, he quickly clasped your hand and dragged you towards the nearest portrait hole. After listlessly murmuring the password, he quickly dragged you down the corridor which was completely empty.

“Luhan, where are we—”

You didn’t finish your sentence as Luhan suddenly slammed you against one of the classroom doors and planted his mouth right back against yours. You found yourself responding immediately, arms folding around his nape as his mouth greedily sought yours. His tongue slipped inside quicker than you’d expected and you lashed yours against his, listening as he groaned recklessly.

His mouth trailed down to your neck, sending a trail of heat along with it, as his lips sucked at the sensitive skin. You instinctively pressed your legs together as he pressed his body right up against yours, nipping and licking at your earlobe. It’d always been a sensitive spot of yours and how Luhan had discovered it so quickly was beyond you.

“I want you,” he muttered. “I want to show you I can beat more than just a Bludger.”

Your hand quickly found the cold metal of the doorknob and you twisted it open, barely hearing the soft creak over Luhan’s heavy pants in your ear. Your legs were still tightly wrapped around his waist, your arms enveloping his neck and your lips pressing gently against his robe-clad shoulders. Never would you have expected this. Not even in your wildest, wettest dreams.

Luhan charged into the room and you heard the door quickly shut. He gently laid you down on one of the first tables he saw and latched his mouth back onto yours; both of your tongues collided roughly and his hand ran down your hip, the other cupping your covered breast. You could feel him grinding against you, his pants heatedly rubbing against your concealed core and you whimpered in need. Luhan kissed you harder in response and massaged your breast again. You could tell he wanted nothing more than to strip you.

“Luhan,” you whispered his name as he suddenly hauled himself off of you. He grabbed the ends of his Quidditch robes and drew them over his head, flinging them to the other side of the room. You smiled devilishly at the sight of his firm, built abs; there was a thin line of sweat running from the valley of his chest and you caught sight of the obvious erection protruding from his pants.

“(Y/N),” he murmured, eyes glistening with need as your hands immediately latched onto his pants. “I want you.”

“I never said you couldn’t have me,” you muttered, tugging down his pants to reveal his gray boxers. You threw the pants aside as Luhan began his assault on your own clothing. Your robes were swiftly pulled over your head and cast aside. Luhan took in the sight of your body, watching as the sweat from earlier ran down your stomach.

“God, you’re beautiful. I never expected you to look this good.”

“Is that a compliment?” you teased, watching as he playfully smiled at you.

“Yes,” he quickly pecked your lips, “it is.”

His hand went down to cup your covered core and his mouth traveled down to your bra-clad chest, letting his tongue run in between the valley of your breasts, tasting your soft, warm skin. You arched your back as his hand ran feverishly up your spine, his fingers wasting no time to grasp the buckle of your bra. He undid it in no time and threw it aside, his eyes sparkling madly at the sight of your round, supple breasts. You whimpered helplessly as he took one of them into his mouth, his tongue swirling passionately around the nipple.

You grabbed impatiently at your pants, quickly unzipping them and tugging them listlessly down your legs as Luhan grinded firmly against you. Pants long gone, he slipped his hand beneath your underwear, finger quickly grazing your clit. You shuddered against him as he tenderly kissed you, rubbing his fingers slowly against your sex.

“Luhan,” you gasped, throwing your head back as his pace increased.

“Does that feel good, baby?” he whispered in your ear. “Am I making my baby feel good?”

You responded by kissing him again, your hand traveling down his stomach towards his member. You brushed your fingers against his boxers and it was his turn to moan this time; a rich, deep moan that reverberated in the caverns of your mouth. You let out a soft gasp as one of his fingers curled inside of you.

“You like that?” He pumped his finger rapidly in and out of you, making you bite your lip in need as you wanted nothing more than to feel his length sliding inside of you. “Do you want more?”

“I want you,” you whispered, greedily. “I want your cock.”

Luhan swiftly pulled down his boxers and your eyes fell upon his length. It was a lot bigger than you’d expected, but you were perfectly content with that. You ran your hand along his shaft, eliciting a few stifled groans and allowed your fingers to curl around it, stroking it softly.

Luhan’s lips suddenly broke from your own and began sweeping down your body, pressing chaste kisses against every inch of skin exposed. He reached your panties and his eyes seemed to glitter mischievously as his fingers hooked around the edges. He latched his mouth onto the covered lips of your wetness, licking and teasing the concealed skin. You gasped at the feeling of his wet tongue running along your panties, which you undoubtedly knew were soaked to the core.

Without having to ask, Luhan tugged down your underwear, throwing them aside in the pile of clothes in the corner of the room, and let his tongue brush against your free clit. The feeling of his mouth plus the cool air of the room on your core seemed to drive you wild. You threw your head back, tangling your fingers in Luhan’s hair as his tongue ran up and down your folds, pressing flat against your clit and flicking furtively at your lips.

“You taste so good, baby. Just as good as I expected.”

He seemed to really be enjoying it; letting his tongue explore the wet caverns of your core and sucking gently at your clit. It wasn’t until you were dripping wet and lining his lips with your wetness did he finally break away from you. He grabbed his length in his hand, pressing it softly against your burning sex.

“How bad do you want me?”

You grinded helplessly against him, trying to push yourself onto his cock, but he placed a hand firmly on your hip to stop you.

“How bad do you want me?” he repeated, eyes glowing dangerously.

“R-Really bad,” you moved your hips in circles now despite his tight grip, allowing your clit to somewhat circle his tip, eliciting a whole new wave of pleasure. “God, just fuck me, Luhan.”

And that he did. He slowly entered you, allowing a little bit more than just the tip to sink into your core and you let your head fall back again, letting out a long, rich moan. Luhan grunted under his breath as he pumped in and out of you at a slow, gentle pace. You watched as his length became coated with your wetness as he drove deeper inside of you, breaths coming out in harsh pants. He began to speed up, tightly gripping your waist as his head fell in the crook of your neck. Your hands ran and up and down his back, gripping at his spine as he went harder and harder, driving you closer to the brink of orgasm.

“Just like that,” you whispered. “Just like that—don’t stop.”

He didn’t stop. He went harder. He lifted himself up and stared deep into your eyes, groaning as the heat of his orgasm began to reach him.

Eyebrows knotted together in a thin line, he looked you straight in the eye as he murmured, “I think I’m gonna cum.”

You nodded, feeling that familiar feeling in your stomach gradually emerging. “I’m gonna cum too.”

It wasn’t long before you did, moaning and writhing beneath Luhan’s body, legs trembling a bit from the force of the ecstasy pummeling through you. Luhan followed a little after, warmly blanketing your body with his own, head buried in the crook of your neck. You wrapped an arm around his shoulder as a rush of happiness seemed to hit you.

Not only had Gryffindor won, but you’d always gotten and fucked the boy of your dreams. How wonderful.

Luhan suddenly lifted his head up from your skin, looking alarmed. “We’re in McGonagall’s classroom.”

You looked around at the assortment of Transfiguration-related notes littering the walls. McGonagall’s neat, pointy hat was even fixed upon the desk in the corner of the room.

“Yeah,” you panted. “So?”

“So,” Luhan quickly climbed off of you to your chagrin. “We need to go. She’ll surely come back soon. The others are probably wondering where we are.”

You sighed, lifting yourself up off the desk as Luhan began swiftly putting on his clothes. Midway through shoving on his robes, he turned to look at you, fixing you with a sad smile.

“You can come in my room. We can sleep in there.”

You got up off the desk, smirking as you walked toward him, caressing his face. “Are you sure you want us to sleep in there?”

His eyes roamed down your still naked body and it wasn’t long before his hands found your waist again and his lips locked with yours.

“You’re right, sweetheart,” he murmured once you broke apart. “There’s still a bunch of positions we didn’t try.”

You laughed, allowing his lips to once again capture yours as you leaned into his amorous embrace.

Originally posted by yoonterlude

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Cam-Boy (Exo Drabble Series) 04. Sehun

Originally posted by wooyoung

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1,763

Summary: Four college friends without a dime and school fees biting at their feet decide to take an Interesting part time job.

04. Sehun and Baek enjoy each others company on their collab web show. Baekhyun enjoys seeing the drama of Sehun’s life unravel afterwards.

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A/N: Here’s part four. Please read the others and enjoy this last intro before a plot appears. :’) Lowkey have a thing for noisy Baekhyun now. Next update will be this weekend.

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