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Bliss - Seokjin [M]

Pairing: Seokjin x reader

Description: Wolf!Au, idiot(s)-to-lovers Jin finally found his mate too bad she’s too stubborn to let him knot

Warnings: Smut 🔞 Minors DNI, PWP (if you squint at the plot) knotting, unprotected sex (please don’t let men nut in you)

Note: this story literally wrote itself and I wanted to post it for Halloween 🎃 I barely made it

Word count: 2,003

“Honey,” Jin paused between his yelling, and keyboard clacking. “Will you get me food please?” You scoffed and shook your head. He was sitting across the room playing video games and had been for awhile. “Pause your game and get it yourself. I’m busy.“ Currently your masters program was demanding a test and homework was due tomorrow night. “Baby, please? Your alpha is starving.” You could hear the pout in his voice. “Sugar plum, I’m working right now and I’m trying to finish my test.” “Are you rejecting your alpha?” “I reject the submission of an omega. I will not simply submit without question, and I’m busy.”

Jin smirked, looking at his headstrong pack mate. You’d thought it would pay off to be shaking up with the alpha, but the smug shithead loved arguing especially with you. He took a deep breath as he looked at you. “And when your heat comes, and I know it will be soon, I can’t wait for you to be begging for my knot.” The heat rose to your face as you glowered and slinked away to the kitchen. Damn that good looking bastard. He knew your heat was coming - the instability in your sleep and moods gave it away. Damn pack tradition stating all omegas must be bred before the ripe old age of 24. Damn being born as an omega. Damn your mother for being a human and your father for pursuing her. Damn them for leaving you in a basket at the fire station. The one thing worse than being an omega was not knowing your wolf heritage at all. Once you phased for the first time at 13, you knew you had to find others like you. Your wolf needed a pack and once you found them your life changed. Without your biological father in your pack or life you had no bearings of your rank in the pack so it was decided for you. . . Omega. . . The rank had to be a mistake but the only way to change rank was through mating. You didn’t mind being mated, but you drew the line at being bred like cattle. The past couple of years during mating season you were released from your duties by suppression medication. The elders of the pack denied your request much to your dismay, but they had their ways. Seokjin was one of the last Alphas that needed to officially have a mate and that only happened after taking a knot and the fates determined if it was meant to be or if it was doomed.

You weren’t stupid. You loved being with Jin and being with him but it would absolutely devastate you if he wasn’t yours. The only solution was to stay away. Jin was simply too delectable to resist and the way your body would undeniably crave his, put you at risk. The jitters already started so you went home after feeding Jin and turned your phone to ‘do not disturb’ and went into over drive into classwork, home projects, and general clean up worked for awhile. It made you tired enough to fall into bed at night, but it did nothing against the dreams - oh the dreams - one in particular involving Jin, a blender, and a wooden spoon had you keening. After that when you looked in the mirror, you gasped in shock. Your eyes descended into a deep red in the iris. This had only happened a couple of other times all of which was red with fury. No matter what you did, napping, masturbating, hell even eye drops did nothing and you were starting to feel desperate. You wanted Seokjin and you wanted him BAD.

Alpha,” you moaned into the phone just trying to find a way to relieve the growing heat in your neither regions. A dark chuckle came across the line and you groaned. “Is my little mutt wet?” You nodded to no avail. “Come over. Take it away.” Your heat was rushing through your body at full force and there was no stopping it. The last shred of your pride left you at home instead of at the club hopping on the alpha’s hard cock. He tsked, “Y/N I told you I won’t service you until you’re hot, bothered and begging for me.” An animalistic growl ripped through your throat. “Are you going to fuck me or not? I’m sure I can call someone else who would be more than happy to help me.” It was an empty threat. Now it was Seokjin’s turn to growl. “No,” you heard your apartment door close. “I’m already here you brat.” Your heart thumped faster in anticipation. Quickly you hung up the phone and practically ripped off the oversized t-shirt that covered your naked aching breasts, hating the way the cotton felt itchy. Jin’s scent hit your nose, slick dripped from your pussy, soaking your already wet panties. He was right behind the door, hesitating. “I know you’re there.” He entered the room with a smirk, pausing slightly at the sight of your mostly naked body. “How long have you been in heat?” “Four days.” Four long days of laying in bed with your sex toys, but none of them helped. Your shaky hand moved your hair to one side. You wanted to pounce on him, milk him of every drop of cum, and claim him as a mate.

You wouldn’t until he dropped the silly notion of begging. “Four days, huh? How long have your eyes been red?” He slowly unbuttoned the sinful black silk button down. “I don’t know. I don’t care. It’s all blurred together.” You started to get up but his glare pinned you to the bed. “No, not yet.” His stern alpha voice came out. Fucker unleashed a direct order. You had to obey but you didn’t have to be quiet about it. Your wolf growled watching him slip the silk black button down shirt from his body. Your eyes caught his bulge in his black pants, making your mouth water. Thankfully you didn’t have to wait long before he was completely naked. “Is there anything you want to say to me?” He asked, stroking his hard cock, basically purring. “Go fuck yourself.” You barked, even as another puddle of slick ruined your panties. He sighed, like he wanted to be disappointed. “As you wish.” Leisurely he sat down in a chair across from the bed, and began pleasuring himself. A moan fell off of his lips and you watched as precum wept from the head. His eyes locked with yours and your name was out of his mouth like a mantra.

You simply snapped. Within seconds you were on your knees in front of him taking his cock in your mouth like your life depended on it. You had no patience for foreplay and blew him at a brutal pace, a hand taking over what your mouth couldn’t take in and the other digging into his thigh. Jin grabbed your hair in a crude ponytail. The little growls and moans egged you on to shove his cock down your throat. “Fuck Y/N,” he choked out as you swallowed around him. You did this a couple of times, wishing his orgasm would come.

“Stop, stop, stop. I’m going to knot in your mouth if you don’t and you still owe me a few words.” Rationally his words made sense but your wolf didn’t see the problem with being attached to Jin’s cock while he was ballooned in your mouth. Roughly, he pulled on your hair, taking you away from his manhood. You found yourself bent over the edge of the bed. As one hand held you down the other slapped your ass, you arched your back and moaned. He let you put your ass in the air, slowly going under the band of your underwear. “Little mutt? I’m waiting.” The small strap snapped to your side while you pushed back wanting some type of touch on your pussy. You stayed silent, shivers going down your spine, as two fingers rubbed up and down your clothed slit. A moan escaped your lips as he decided to rub your clit. A hard hand came down on your ass again, as he was getting impatient. The soaked panties were ripped off and two digits were painstakingly slow fingering you. A whimper came from you, your wolf simply begging to obey. “Please, Alpha? You’re driving me crazy. Mark me. Make me yours. Breed me. Do whatever you want just please fuck me.” His cock slammed into you as he whispered finally. The stretch was slightly uncomfortable but he made up for it when he brought you up, attacking your lips with his and giving your poor clit some well deserved attention. The soft pumps of his cock slowly gave away to an unrelenting pace. “Seokjin.” You moaned as he marked up your neck, satisfied at his handiwork. “I want to touch you.” He smirked against your skin before repositioning you on the bed, your legs over his shoulders. “You should’ve thought about that before you started sucking my dick off.” You flushed before kissing him. It was too much effort so you settled for his neck. Soon his throat matched yours as he groaned into your breasts, licking and sucking every chance he got.

“I’m close.” Your breathing hitched when he hit your g-spot. Jin tested it out a couple of times until he got the spot every single thrust. It was a triple threat. His cock drilling into you, his unrelenting digit rubbing your clit and the constant teasing of his teeth over your jugular. “Please, please, please don’t stop.” You begged, hands tightening around his hair. “Baby, you can cum.” Your body responded immediately as the orgasm barreled through you. It was almost too much coming back down to him still rubbing your clit. He noticed the sign of overstimulation and began chasing his own orgasm that wasn’t far behind, He was already growing his knot. “Yes, Jin, give me your knot. I need it.” You licked a strip up his neck to nip his earlobe. He growled his eyes bleeding into the same red yours were earlier. “You’re going to be good now and take every drop of cum from my knot?” There was an intake of breath at a particularly rough thrust. “Yes. Please. I trust you. I want you.” Your words fueled his desire to mark his mate, with one last thrust his knot was fully formed and released his cum. Your breathing was hard for a moment. Jin released your legs and laid his body on yours. It made you chuckle and run your fingers through his hair.

That’s when it happened. You had a feeling that Seokjin was your mate but here in the afterglow of mating you felt it - the otherworldly connection to him. He was yours. Warmth spread through your chest, being completely content in this moment, perfectly sated (for now). In Jin’s eyes - everyone would know that you were his. He would make sure you were covered in his scent so all wolves would know you were his and he would leave his mark on you so all humans knew you were taken. No one would make the mistake of thinking you were in need of a mate again. You shifted on the bed, relaxing on his chest. You listened to his heartbeat as he rubbed your back. “What changed your mind?” He asked. You blushed and hid into his neck. “My wolf was afraid you would leave.” “Never. You’re stubborn as hell, and I like that about you.” You smiled but still hid. “And I was afraid. There was a chance that you weren’t my mate and I didn’t want to lose you.” “Y/N, you’re my heart, my reason for living. I love you - I always have and always will silly girl.” You kissed his soft lips. “I love you too.”

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Nothing is Guaranteed 1-5Baekhyun [M]" Omg all that chapets were really amazing❤️, at the beginning I thought Baekhyun have a kid lol but was the cat 😂 but each chap was really good even at first Baekhyun was a lil mean but I'm glad they both get to like each other and now 😭🤧 they both are really happy 💕 plus the M was super 🤤 **I'm battle my inner demons now really that part of the chaps was really intense and hot 🔥 ho ho ho** really thank you for all the amazing story I really love it ❤

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Loaded - Baekhyun [M]........AMAZING GOSH THIS IS MY fourth TIME TRYING TO SEND THIS LOL 🤣 but I wanna say amazing one shot ❤

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Loaded - Baekhyun [M]

Inspired by this tweet - full credit due to @/baekaeri06

Also shameless self plug in the beginning - that’s my chaptered Baekhyun story you can read here

Description: mafia!baek comes home after a few long hard days - dom!baek

“What was our rule about touching yourself?” He growled. You turned back to look at him with a pout. Maybe if you looked more innocent, he would go easy on you. “Not to sir, unless you said I could.” “And did I give you permission?” The question came out indignantly. “No, but I just missed you all day today, Sir.” “My little virgin wife turned into a sex craving maniac who can’t go without an orgasm. What should I do about that?” He pondered, running his hand over your reddened cheek. “Teach me a lesson by showing me how good your cock-“ The door of your bedroom opened with a thud ruining your smut session. You were so caught up in the fic that the sound of your boyfriend unlocking the front door fell on deaf ears. Sitting up instantly, you glanced at the time – 4:37 am. “Where have you been?” You croaked, examining the man you haven’t seen in four days. Your bedside lamp was still on letting you see that he looked like sex personified with his styled hair, sweaty glowing skin, leather pants and pointed stare. Your heart sped up, rightfully anxious. Baekhyun had been fighting. That was obvious from the tears in his shirt, darkening and swelling of his left eye and the gun in his hand. “I don’t want to talk about it.” This wasn’t a surprise. He never wanted to talk about work. Being a part of nefarious workings in the city required him to be secretive and often bloody and beaten. If you ever met the boss, he or she was going to get more than an earful from you.

You uncovered the bed beside you and patted it. “Come to bed.” Seeing him like this always reminded you how short his life could end. It worried the hell out of you when he went away for days at a time. He shook his head. “No can-do sweetheart.” His eyes raked over your appearance in approval. You weren’t sure what he approved of – it was a typical night for you in an old oversized t-shirt and you had been rolling around in bed for a while so who knew what your hair looked like. He bit his lip before he came over to your side of the bed. “Blow me with your mouth or I’ll blow your head with my gun? Choose well, baby.”

It was understandable that he was under a lot of stress and needed some sort of control in his life. Baekhyun controlled you in the bedroom. With his talk, you would be willing to bet that his safety was on his gun. Hearing his sensual voice had your heart pounding. Your hands went to his belt buckle immediately. His coat came off and with it the bottom of his shirt rode up. Your lips went straight to the exposed skin, kissing and sucking where you could, getting his stubborn pants off. Getting to your knees in front of of him, you began to pout. “I missed you Baekhyun.” A soft hand caressed your cheek. “I missed you too. Now suck me off.” He demanded, his flushed cock commanded your attention. You lick your lips as you grasp his hardened member. It felt like you had been without him for too long. A light kiss on the tip, made Baek harshly hiss above you. He wanted you just as badly as you wanted him.

Taking his tip into your mouth, your eyes flick upwards watching as his head fall back. His hands immediately found purchase in your hair guiding you along his length, until he feels his cock hit the back of your throat. “I worry so much about you while I’m away. Seeing your pretty mouth wrapped around my cock makes it all go away.” He purred pulling on your strands again. It makes you moan into length as you begin to bob your head against him.

Hearing his whimpers and moans made you feel powerful. Not to be biased or anything Baekhyun was a total badass and the control he gave you was empowering. You slid your tongue against the underside of his cock, hollowing your cheeks, until you felt the slight quiver of his thighs. He hissed, “that’s right, baby, suck my cock like the slut that you are.” He wasn’t going to last long if he kept this dirty talk up - he never did, not with the way those words made you moan. Baekhyun began to thrust slightly into your mouth. “Are you going to take my cock so easily when I face fuck you?” When another moan left your lips his hands tightened, pulling you back until his cock was out of your mouth. “I asked you a question.” Your eyebrows knitted together. From the warm lighting you could see his cock slick with precum and spit. It was begging to cum. It sent heat to your core. You wanted to cum. “Yes, I can take your cock any way you give it to me, sir.” A smirk spread across his face before his cock pushed passed your lips. He kept you still as he fucked you as he pleased. You knew when he was close moving your head at a pace that would match his, deep-throating his manhood. He let out another whine. “Swallow my cum.”

Waiting till he hit the back of your throat again you moaned and you saw as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. “Fuck” he came with your name falling off of his lips.

You sucked him dry until you were content and sat back on the bed, watching Baekhyun strip. It was your turn, raking your eyes all over his body, lingering a little too long on his rigid abdomen. Laying back in bed you expected to be dominated. “What do you think your doing? I’m not done with you. Get your perky little ass into the bathroom and start the shower.” You smiled and stood quickly before kissing Baekhyun. It didn’t last long before he pushed you towards the bathroom. It was going to be one hell of a day...

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Nothing is Guaranteed VI - Baekhyun [M]

GIF not mine 

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part 4.5 | Part 5

[Note: This is the last chapter and honestly I am so glad. As you guys saw I have a terrible time with uploading. This ‘universe’ isn’t forever gone, but this part of their story is told, Also should be noted that I though Kitten has Claws was the dirtiest thing I’ve written, I was sadly mistaken. This smut honestly takes the fookin cake] 

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“Get on your hands and knees, slut.” Baekhyun hissed, smacking your bare ass. A mewl lift your lips before you complied. “What was our rule about touching yourself?” He growled. You turned back to look at him with a pout. Maybe if you looked more innocent, he would go easy on you. “Not to sir, unless you said I could.” “And did I give you permission?” The question came out indignantly. “No, but I just missed you all day today, Sir.” “My little virgin wife turned into a sex craving maniac who can’t go without an orgasm. What should I do about that?” He pondered, running his hand over your reddened cheek. “Teach me a lesson by showing me how good your cock feels so that I can’t orgasm without it.” You remarked. That earned you two smacks. “I could give you a weak orgasm and then not touch you for a week. Would you want that?” You shook your head, whining. “No, sir. Please fill me up.” You watched as Baekhyun crossed the room, looking in the underwear drawer, smirking when he found it.

“I know how you’re going to make this up to me, Y/N. I’m not going to touch you tonight, but you’re going to wear these panties tomorrow and after work I’m going to ravish you.” Your heart sped up, seeing his wicked look. “Baekhyun, please, get me off.” You pleaded, wrapping your arms around his neck, bringing your naked body flush against his. Going on your tiptoes, your leg straddled his hip, letting you feel his hard cock at your entrance. He shook his head and smiled, bringing your other leg up. “You’re much more trouble than you’re worth.” His manhood slid into you making the both of you moan in relief.

As Baekhyun got ready with you in the morning, he pushed your perfectly clean underwear out of your hands. “You’re not wearing those.” An incredulous look crossed your face. He brought out the black lacy panties and the matching remote. “Wear these.” You raised your eyebrow but followed his order anyway. When you had them on, Baekhyun pressed a button that made you cry out. “Shit!” You grabbed the side of the dresser as the pounding vibrations assaulted your clit. You were going to smack that wicked smile off his face. “That was only medium.” Moans dropped from your mouth as the evil underwear brought on that familiar clenching of your stomach.  Your reprieve came quickly when he turned it off.  “I have one condition, if you want me to wear these all day.” His thumb pressed over the buttons slowly, like he was deciding which one to press next. “What is it, baby?” You brought your hand under his chin so that he knew you were serious, “I have a test at noon. It’s my final, but, I don’t care to play your little game but, I need to be able to concentrate. Will you agree to that?” His eyes darkened before he licked his lips. “You’re wearing these because you touched yourself without my say so. So, little pet, if you try to take these off without my permission, that sweet little pussy of yours isn’t going to be touched for two weeks.” Baekhyun didn’t miss the pout on your lips. “Yes, sir, but will you stop for my test?” He nodded and pecked your lips.  The rest of the morning went off without a hitch. Your morning ride to school was a little more interesting to say in the least. Every time Baekhyun came to a light, the vibrator turned on. He would leave it on long enough to get you worked up and then turn it off. Once you got to school, you were practically begging you husband to leave on the panties long enough to get you to orgasm. “Sorry, Y/N. It's my game and we’re playing by my rules.” He gave you the cutest smile and sent you off with a kiss to the forehead. You had this feeling of dread in your stomach. This was a bad idea. Maybe it was from the almost orgasm or your own test anxiety.

The first classes went fine, for the most part Baekhyun didn’t turn on the underwear. It still made you hot and bothered knowing that you were wearing a vibrator, and no one knew. In your first break of the day, Irene invited you to a cram session before the test started. The others were fighting over answers. Yeri’s answer was 5 while Joy’s was -6. Somehow you were the only one who ended up with 3. “I don’t know Irene! I used the formula and-“ A sharp intake of breath stopped you from finishing your sentence. “Y/N! Are you alright?!” Yeri asked, panicked. You quickly cleared your throat, looking at all their surprised faces as the machine circled around your clit. “Sorry, cramps.” You lied and went back to answering the question. Baekhyun was getting a little braver, leaving the vibrator on longer. You couldn’t stop squirming. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Joy asked before you walked into your math test. The vibrator was still on, but Baek still had five minutes to play. You smiled and laughed nervously. “I’m fine, Joy. This test is giving me a lot of anxiety.” She gave a reassuring smile. “It’s just a test, Y/N.” You nodded and went to your desk quickly.

The heat in your core was building quickly. Your orgasm was going to hit you like a bus. Right as you were on the edge the vibrator cranked the speed up to high, making you see white as you came. Your fingers dug into your arms as you clenched your teeth together, so no one would hear your unchaste moans.

[YOU: Came just in time for my final, thank you ;)]

There was no time to read a reply because your strict professor walked in. The middle-aged man should have found another profession. His gruff exterior paired with his inabilities to feel sympathy made him the teacher you disliked the most. Students were not allowed to go to the bathroom on test days, because of cheating. If a student was caught with their phone, then that would mean they would receive a zero for the day. He also didn’t teach efficiently and would be snippy with students when they asked him questions. Maybe today wasn’t the best day to play this crude game.

Once he passed out the tests, there was no way out of this. The toy was still going on high speed. To your horror, you realized that after 5 minutes it wasn’t going to stop. All your friends peeked glances at you, wondering why you wouldn’t stop moving. By squirming in your seat, you deflected most of the toy’s power on your now sensitive center. Trying to get though the stupid test, you accidentally locked eyes with your professor who raised his eyebrow to you. “Misses Byun, can you stop moving around?” His sharp voice that raised with every word, pinned you to the seat. “Sorry, Sir.” The test had 50 questions, and after 45 minutes and many attempts to cover your moans you got out of there as fast as you could. Looking at your phone, Baekhyun never responded to your initial text. Losing to him was out of the question. You had to keep the vibrator on, but you were going to kill him. His office was a 15-minute walk, one you were going to endure.  

You practically busted down the door of Baekhyun’s office when you finally reached his building. Sheer delirium was going to take over soon, your countless orgasms had you sensitive and the overstimulation made your legs weak. Your husband was not in his office, but it didn’t matter. You were going to find that damned remote. Throwing the first drawer open, another orgasm barreled through your body, making your legs too weak to stand. You plummeted into Baekhyun’s chair with a moan. At that moment the door opened and walking in was the bastard that made you a moaning mess. “Y/N? What are you doing here?” “Turn it –nngh—off.” You hissed through clenched teeth, fighting to keep quiet. Baekhyun instantly went to his desk and grabbed the remote out of the same drawer you opened.

The buzzing in your neither regions stopped, and it finally felt like you could breathe again. “What the fuck, Baek?” His gaze caught your glare. The vibrator had been on its own form of shuffle, going between the three settings periodically. You were surprised you lasted an hour with it on. “I probably failed my final. It’s 20 percent of my grade, but who cares it’s not like I need a job, or goals in life, might as well give up ambition while I’m at it.” It was hard getting your statement out, breathing heavy while flailing your arms around. His face was apologetic as he dropped to his knees in front of you. Slowly he kissed your outer thigh, which was exposed due to the skirt you were wearing. “I’m sorry, Princess. I thought I turned it off and then I was called into a meeting.” You ran your fingers through his hair, lovingly. “I want you to have everything you want in this world.” The two of you sat there quietly in his office, until your stomach growled. “I’m going home. I’m hungry and exhausted.” Your weak voice sounded through the room, making Baekhyun get up. “Do you want me to drive you?” The tingling between your legs still hadn’t stopped. Usually you would be fine with walking, but your hunger was ravenous at this point; the faster you got home the better.

Arriving in the parking garage, Baekhyun grabbed your hand before you could get out of the car. “I’m really sorry about your test.” He never meant for the game to go this far. Your own reassuring smile crossed your face. “It’s not like I was miserable all day, hon.” You planted a kiss on his lips. “I love you.” The honest words left your lips. “I love you, too.”

Your soft bed was calling your name after eating. You could barely keep your eyes open. Sinking into the soft mattress, a groan left you lips. This was it. In all your life, you never fell asleep so quick.

Vivid images lined your brain before it settled onto the scene of a beach. You were walking alone on the stranded beach, loving the way the breeze felt against your skin. When you looked to your side, a hand was holding yours, one that you would have known from anywhere. “Baby, we have to find sand-dollars, they look like this,” Baekhyun held up the special, put together shell. Immediately you stopped and looked down on the beach. “I don’t see any.” “That’s because they’re all in our room.” The scene changed and now you were in a bedroom that you recognized from a popular television show. Laying down in the bed, Baekhyun was on top of you and his lips were making their own hot trail from your mouth to your ear. “How do you want me?” He was nearly purring in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. You brought his face back to yours, feeling his hips grind into yours. A warm palm slid up your thigh, hiking your dress higher and higher. A moan rumbled in your chest. The other hand untied the wrap dress your subconscious put you in and teased your budding nipples.

One jolt of the bed pulled you out of your paradise dream. You opened your eyes to a dark room and a body rolling into the bed with you. “What time is it?” The question came out groggily as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. “Almost 11.” You slept the better part of the day away. That didn’t matter though. Neither did the reason for your long slumber. Want filled you as the dream came back to your mind’s eye. Waking up with a throbbing between your legs, your kiss was sloppy as you straddled his lap. Bare hands went up and down his bare chest. “I was promised something this morning, something a little more exciting than a vibrator.” Your mouth went to his ear and nibbled on it, like dream Baek did to you.  “Do you think your princess deserves a treat?” Your tongue licked a stripe up his neck before sucking on the final spot. You felt his growing erection against your naked womanhood. A groan escaped his lips. “Don’t I deserve to be ravished?” Baekhyun snapped. One of his hands went to your thigh, messaging the bare skin. The other grabbed a handful of your hair, pulling your lips to his. It was like you couldn’t get enough of him. As he turned over, he pinned you down to the bed, using one hand.

He shoved the shirt you had on over your head, leaving you bare. “You would like that, wouldn’t you, princess?” You hummed in reply as his slender fingers slid into your center. “I want your cock. I’ve had enough foreplay.” A smirk crossed his face as he stripped completely down, pumping his cock. You spread your legs wide open for him. “You’re so ready for me, it’s so sexy. It makes me want you so much more,” He didn’t hesitate, hooking his arms under your knees, bringing them to your shoulders, providing you with relief. You moaned, as he pounded into you. It was embarrassing that you were already close to coming. His own groan left his lips as he grabbed your tit, twirling his fingers around the nipples. You felt his elegant fingers slid from your chest to your neck, wrapping around it lightly. His hips were moving powerful, and precise as you felt his hand tightening around your throat. “Come for me, princess.”  Hearing those three words while feeling unable to breathe tipped you over the edge, making you let out a string of moans, only prolonged when Baekhyun allowed for you to breathe again.

Baekhyun let out a hiss, feeling your tight walls clench around his cock, tighter than they had before. Letting out his own string of curses he pumped into you harder than before. “Princess, talk dirty to me, again.” He begged, to which you complied. “Oh, Baekhyun you fill me up so well. I love it when you fuck me like the slut that I am.” Your lips went back to his neck, sucking on the spot you made before. “Come in me, Baek.” He did as he told and came in your pussy. Riding his orgasm out, both of you moaned. His hips slowed to a stop. As you both caught your breath, he kissed your forehead before laying beside you. A whine escaped your lips. “You’re too far away.” He chuckled as you laid your head on his chest. “Good-night, honey.” A yawn left your lips, which made him laugh again. “Good-night, sleepy girl.”  

Everyday went on like that for weeks, tittering between sex and sleep when you were home. You didn’t care where you were or what you were doing, in the car, at a grocery store, on Baekhyun’s desk. The best place had to be at the grand opening of your mother’s spa. You didn’t know what made you hotter, all the steam or the way Baekhyun thrusted into you while you were up against the wall in the sauna room. The most mundane things turned you on and Baekhyun obliged happily to make sure that you had a strong release. Your favorite places were in public, but you loved being in your own bedroom too. The rougher Baekhyun was the wetter you became.

“Is it normal, Irene? I mean we have been having a lot of sex, pretty much every day for the last three weeks.” She smirked as you both walked into the café. “Maybe it’s your body making up for lost time.” Sitting down, you shook your head, “it’s been like almost a year since we’ve started having sex. I figured that my hormones would have simmered down a small amount, not literally smother me from the inside out. For Christ’s sake,” you lowered your voice to a whisper. “The other night we had dinner at his parent’s house and I needed to have him before and after we got there. I’m lucky they don’t have to watch for him to come or to leave or they would have seen us having sex in their driveway, twice.” She brushed off your words with a laugh. “Either you’re a sex maniac or you’re pregnant.” “Hey! I’m trying to be serious here.” You shoved her indignantly. “I am being serious, Y/N! When was the last time you had your period?” “I just had it-“ Your voice died down as cold sweats broke across your body. When was the last time? You couldn’t remember. The last time you remember having your period was early January. It’s March. Late March. “Oh, no.”

The both of you weren’t exactly trying for a baby, much to your mother’s dismay, but you also weren’t diligent with birth control. “Let’s not get too carried away here. You still could be a sex maniac!” She tried to lighten the mood, but the mood was immensely heavy with the thought of a baby growing inside of you. “I need to get home.” Your actions were almost robotic as your brain put it on autopilot. Vaguely, you heard Irene behind you, yelling for you to slow down. Going into the nearest store you bought 6 pregnancy tests. Being thorough was crucial at this point.

Irene followed you into the apartment carrying her own bag. “I brought drinks, your going to need to pee a lot.” You bit your lip while you paced in the living room. “Should I wait for Baekhyun?” She shrugged. “It’s up to you. Would it kill you to wait for a couple of hours?” The suspense might. “Maybe I should just do one.” She sat you down on the couch and handed you a bottle of water. “Sit, relax and drink this. I will take care of everything.” And she did. 20 minutes later, Baekhyun couldn’t get over to you fast enough. He wasn’t supposed to be home for another hour and a half. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” You shook your head and looked over at the black plastic bags beside you. If anyone was leery about having children, it was you. Children were cool and all, but babies were down right terrifying, especially when they were your own. Baekhyun, on the other hand, loved kids and adored all the babies he encountered.

“I think I’m pregnant.” His eyes almost popped out of his head. “Really?” You nodded and brought out a test. Faintly you heard the door click, mentally you reminded yourself to thank Irene when you saw her next. “I bought tests and I haven’t taken any.” Your loving husband helped you off the couch and pushed you into the bathroom.  “Do you want to have a baby?” You asked while the both of you sat on the bathroom floor. “Of course, I do. It’s why people get married.” Sometimes you forgot how much of a romantic Baekhyun was, but your thumping heart didn’t. “That’s not why we got married.” He played with the wedding band on your finger. “Maybe not, but it eventually will lead to a baby.” You saw the longing look in his eyes. This is what he truly wanted.

The sound of a bell rang out; it was the moment of truth. With your degree practically in the palm of your hand, would it be sensible to bring a child into this world? You inwardly sighed. It didn’t matter now, you were pregnant. The eight-letter word was there in plain sight. “I want to be sure.” 4 out of the 6 were positive while 2 were negative, but you chalked it up to choosing quantity instead of quality. Your mother cried when you told her the news, as did Baekhyun’s father.

Going to the doctor’s, you found out that you were almost 10 weeks pregnant to a healthy little bean. Honestly you were scared, but you couldn’t be happier. The man of your imprisonment turned out to be the man of your dreams. The shackles that used to chain you to him were turned into bonds of love.  

[mayeolorie-writes]

Nothing is Guaranteed V - Baekhyun [M]

GIF  not mine

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part 4.5 

[Note: The sex is happening folks]

Recommended Song: Love Me Now

Ever since your intervention your marriage stood a chance. You both took turns each night to tell everything about each other, laying on your couch with Baekhyun laying on your thighs. It was truly therapeutic running your hands through his hair as he slowly ran his hands up and down your legs. Once a week you would sit down and say everything that the other did that made you mad. It was a big love fest in your house. Baekhyun constantly told you he loved you, which you didn’t say it as much as he did, but he felt your love nevertheless. You weren’t complaining about the oral either. If Baekhyun had a frustrating day he took it out on your nether region, or he would talk filthy enough to get you on your knees. It was time to christen your shared bed. Today was Baekhyun’s birthday and he was going to get the perfect gift. His physical gift was a watch he had been ogling for a while now, as well as, over the weekend you had celebrations for him at his favorite restaurants. His other gift was finally having all of you. It might have been cliché, but you were ready as was he. The cliché didn’t stop there. You were dressed in all white. Your ensemble for the night was thigh high socks, a thong, and a robe.

“Bori~ I’m home.” Baekhyun called out to the now meowing cat. “My beautiful daughter, I’ve missed you today. I hope your mommy was good to you today.” The white cat meowed in response, pushing herself against Baekhyun’s leg. It brought a smile to your face. Some things never change. “Welcome home, birthday boy.” You sang, giving Baek his gift. His dazzling smile never left his face, as he opened the box. His eyes lit up as he saw the watch, not expecting for someone else to get it for him. “Thank you, baby. I’ll cherish this watch forever.” He truly looked you over and saw the lack of proper clothing making his smile diminish to a smirk. “It looks like the watch isn’t the only thing I’m cherishing tonight.” His hands pushed the robe off your shoulders where it landed on the floor and went to your nipples making them bud. You brought your lips back to his only for a second before moving to his neck. Exploiting his neck with hot open kisses had him groaning and pushing his bulge into your crotch. Quickly you unbuttoned his shirt, getting his top half as naked as yours. “Have a seat, baby.” He pushed you onto the couch. His thumb teasingly rubbed over your core. His lips assaulted your neck, sucking on all the sensitive parts before he took your panties off, inserting two long fingers into your center. “Baek,” a wanton groan left your lips. He knew what you needed and curled his fingers, stroking your clit. A moan left your lips as your hands roamed his body. “You’re so beautiful like this, writhing under me, face flushed, moaning for me and your pretty pussy taking in what I give you.” His husky voice filled the room while he added another finger. His pace quickened edging you to your climax faster. “I’m about to-“ he stopped his menstrations making you whine at the loss. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll let you cum.” His dark eyes met yours as his smirk changed when his tongue shot out and slowly tasted your pussy. You let out a long moan.

It didn’t take him long to have you back on the edge as he ate you out like no tomorrow. He grabbed your thighs bringing them closer to his mouth, letting you move your hips as you pleased. Your hands had no problem finding purchase in his hair. Your core was tightening, when his own moan sent vibrations, sending you over the edge. Your back arched as I came.  “Oh fuck, Baekhyun!” He milked your orgasm for as long as it could go. You were on the verge of tears by the time you came down from your high. When you looked back at your husband, he was smiling. “Come here.” He followed your command as you walked to your bedroom. You turned to take his pants off, seeing his hard cock spring free from his underwear. Giving Baekhyun oral was almost as pleasurable as getting oral. You loved the sounds he made and the reactions you got when you tried something new. Getting on your knees, you licked a stripe up his shaft before taking the tip into your mouth slowly sucking. You took him in your mouth a few times before your hand joined the mix, just like Baekhyun taught you. His head fell back as he let out a groan. Your name came out of his mouth as you continuously pumped him. With the pulling of your hair you moaned around his cock. “Shit, Y/N. Stop before I come.” You released him, but not without one last suck to his sensitive tip. You felt his thighs tremble as his cock twitched.

His lips found yours again, feeling his erection on your thigh. Desire curled in your stomach as you pushed him down on the bed.  When he reached the middle, you climbed in as well, straddling him. His hands went to your thighs, not missing the opportunity to grab your ass.  “Are you sure?” Baekhyun’s nervous eyes met your steeled ones. “Absolutely. Happy Birthday Baekhyun. I love you.” “I love you.” He managed to utter those words before you slowly sank down on his cock, mewling from your sensitivity. The new feeling of his shaft filled you better than his fingers. Waiting to get used to the feeling of him, Baekhyun kissed you softly, while rubbing circles over your clit. You started to bounce slowly up and down. Baekhyun moaned, moving his hands to your hips. “You’re so tight around my cock. I don’t think I can last long,” he confessed, looking apologetic. It was his birthday, you wanted him to get off the way he wanted to. You gave him a reassuring smile before setting a pace you were comfortable with. His hands couldn’t control themselves as one tweaked your nipples and the other went to your hip helping you bounce on his cock. You were a moaning mess as you felt the familiar tightening in your stomach. Baekhyun had his eyes closed, mouth open, his moans escaping on their own accord. Your husband was lost in the feeling of you until he snapped his eyes open and gripped your hips, thrusting upwards. He was chasing his orgasm. His thrusts became harder and more uneven, but the snapping of his hips felt amazing. “Oh, Baekhyun.” You rasped out feeling his hot seed spill into you as he let out his own groan. He rode out his own orgasm while you chased yours. The hand that stroked your clit earlier was back, rubbing intently. You stilled as your orgasm barreled through you. Baekhyun helped you ride out your orgasm as well. Breathing heavy, you rested on Baekhyun’s chest.

“How do you feel?” A harsh laugh came from you. “Tired, but other than that I’m really happy.” You peppered Baek’s chest with kisses before he slid out of you to clean up. When he came back you were passed out under the covers and his heart was full.

[mayeolorie-writes]

Nothing is Guaranteed IIII.V - Baekhyun

GIF not mine 

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

[Note: This is 4.5]

Recommended Song: Love Me Now

“As many as possible.” Your mother jumped with happiness along with Baekhyun’s mother as they rushed into the kitchen. They came back with the food that they brought and immediately unboxed it. “These,” your mom pointed to what she had. “Are good for fertility. I ate these and six weeks later I was pregnant with your brother.” She shoved a spoonful of beans into your mouth. It wasn’t much better on Baekhyun’s side. You could hear his mother go on and on about sperm count.

You didn’t think you could eat anymore, hell you didn’t think you could move if you wanted to. Your parents filled you to the brim with delicious baby-making foods and drinks. Your parents said good-bye to give you both some alone time. “Baekhyun, I’m pregnant. . . With a food baby.” He chuckled, “don’t say that too loud, our mothers are still too close.” A smirk took over his face as he gazed at you. “We would have to do this once. In one shot I could show you what your missing and have you pregnant.” Your leg shot out and kicked him. It was the opposite of what you wanted. You were safe from your mother’s looming doom for six weeks. Six measly weeks. “I’m not having sex with you.” The smirk didn’t change.

“Honey, we had oral sex today and as I recall, someone was more than willing to let me ravish her in the bathroom. It’s not the first time I’ve had you hot and ready for me.” You scoffed at his remarks. “Last week was one night of drunken canoodling that won’t be happening again anytime soon, and what happened this afternoon was to get you out of your shit mood towards me. I need intimacy and genuine friendship that includes trust and honesty before I can start building the romantic life I want.” “Hey, we have all of that!” You pursed your lips. “Why did you marry me?” This was his chance. The real reason why you couldn’t completely give into him. You needed to know the truth before you could ever start a real relationship with him. He needed to tell you about Kat. He frowned, “you know exactly why. I knew you were in trouble and I wanted to help. I didn’t know my help would have been marriage.” “Baekhyun, why did you marry me?” You asked again. “I just told yo-“ “I know you married me to keep sleeping with Kat.” Your calm voice carried through the room as disbelief crossed his face, sitting frozen.

“How do you know about that?” You shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. How long?” “How long what?” “How long did you sleep with her after we were married?” “Who cares? The point is that it’s over between her and I and it has been for a long time.” “How long, Baek?” Your frustration was seeping through your calm façade making your eyes water. “Did you expect me to drop everything and everyone after a month of knowing you so that we could fall madly in love?” “Yes! No! I don’t know.” The tears flew down your cheeks before you hurriedly wiped them away. Baekhyun pulled you to him, wrapping you up in his arms. “Why didn’t you tell me about her?” “Because I was ashamed. Ashamed that I was dumb enough to get caught up with a woman like that, and because I felt like I trapped you into something due to my stupidity.”

The room stayed quiet for a while. Baekhyun gently rocked you in his arms, rubbing your back. “Your 20th birthday.” “Hmm?” Honestly with how emotionally draining this topic was along with the food coma your mother almost put you in made your eyelids drooped; you were on the cusp of sleep. “The night of your 20th birthday is the last time I wanted to see Kat. After I had finally brought you home, she pounded on the door demanding to see me. She was at that club that night and watched me with you. I told her that I didn’t want anything more between us. She didn’t like that. Kat threatened to tell her husband the truth. If he found out that his wife was cheating on him, it was over for me. I played her little game too long. I realized how much I was hurting you, so I ended it. I was weak for so long it made you weak too. The day you wanted my blessing for school is when I realized that there was still hope. I went to her husband that week and told him everything. He was pissed, but he knew the truth about her past.” “It took you that long to get away from her?” You felt Baekhyun nod. “I want to move on with you. I want to be stuck with you for the next eleven years. No more lies or secrets. We are a team and I want us to try to be one.” You earnestly said, letting your feelings for Baekhyun take over. His lips met yours once again and you were surprised once again. This kiss was soft and gentle as he held you. Your heart welled up in your chest. You were really falling for Baekhyun. “I promise nothing more than you and me.”

[mayeolorie-writes]

Nothing is Guaranteed IIII - Baekhyun [M]

GIF not mine 

Part One | Part Two | Part Three 

[Note: the smut is finally here, but it’s just oral :)]

[Warnings: Oral sex]

Recommended Song: Love Me Now 

A week passed from the club incident and not a night goes by where you don’t dream about Baekhyun’s lips on yours. You were right, as much as you hated to be. Things were standoffish once again. In fact, they were even worse than the last time. Baekhyun gave you the cold shoulder, even going out of his way to be an asshole to you. Honestly, you didn’t know how much more you could take before you snapped at him. It was time to make amends. He can’t go from kissing you and having his hands all over you to loathing the ground you stood on. Tonight, you were going to do something naughty and Baekhyun was going to like it. Getting physical was the only thing he seemed to respond to. Going into your apartment you thought it was strangely quiet. The TV was on but Baekhyun wasn’t watching it. Confused you walked to your room to put your things away when you heard it. A muffled moan filled your ears. You didn’t think that Baekhyun would be so callus as to bring women to your shared apartment, though you weren’t stupid. He had five years of being a free adult before getting married and he wasn’t a virgin. Another grunt was heard as you followed the noise. Baekhyun was in his office, the door cracked open like he wanted someone to see him.

There he was, sitting at his desk, watching something on his phone (by the way the woman was moaning it was porn,) pumping his left hand over his manhood. A different sound came to your ears; a meow. Bori rubbed against your leg and then the door, wanting to go in. “Bori no!” you frantically whispered trying to grab that damned cat. The door crashed against the wall as you were running after Bori, your face burning hearing Baekhyun shuffling around you. You couldn’t look up. You simply wouldn’t. The porn stopped playing at least. You watched as that little shit ran back out of the room. “Stupid cat. . .” The words were mumbled from your lips. Your face was so red. Why wasn’t it burned to a crisp on the floor? Baekhyun finally broke the silence before you could bolt. “Y/N,” your gazes caught. He looked smoldering. His face wasn’t red nor was he embarrassed about what just happened. The hooded eyes sent heat of a different kind through your body. His tongue darted out across his bottom lip, looking down on you, showing his sharp jawline. “Why don’t you make yourself useful and suck me off.” You never wanted him more than you did in that moment. His pants were unzipped again as you practically ran over to Baekhyun.

His lips immediately claimed yours, feeling the first amount of true passion since you were married. His hand grabbed yours pushing his hard cock into your palm. Irene prepared you for this. Maybe not but she did give you pointers. Pulling away from Baek with a smirk, you pushed him back into his desk chair. You heart was beating out of your chest. He fervently pushed down his pants and underwear; you obliged by getting on your knees, slowly taking his cock into your mouth. The foreign feeling of Baekhyun in your mouth, hearing him groan, made your mind go blank. It hit the back of your throat. What were you supposed to do now? Your uncertain eyes met his, “that’s right baby girl, use your hand too.” You followed his directions, sucking him off eagerly, pumping what wouldn’t fit in your mouth, and soon his grunts and groans filled the office. His hands were wrapped in your hair as he pulled on the locks guiding you to his own rhythm. Your gaze met his, egging you on. A curse fell from his lips as he whined, “Y/N, I’m close.” The tips came to the front of your mind, as you worked harder to get Baekhyun off.  Another groan left his lips, “I’m going to come in your mouth.” A moan left your own mouth, the vibration sending him over the edge. Thrusting upwards, Baek shot hot come down your throat. Your eyes watered but took all of him anyways. Baekhyun was spent, leaning back in his chair, heaving.

He didn’t stay down for long. He brought your face back to his, slowly walking forward until you hit the edge of his desk. His mouth dominated yours, as his hands roamed your torso. A hand found its way to your ass before squeezing. Baekhyun sat you down on his desk, placing hot open kisses on your neck, making you unexpectedly hiss when he sucked a particularly sensitive spot. Nimble fingers dug into your bare thighs. Hot breaths brushed your ear. “Now that I’ve face fucked you, I get to fuck you-“ his voice came out in rasps, interrupted by the doorbell ringing. Pushing Baekhyun away you fixed your rumpled clothing before turning to him. “Fix yourself, Baek. This doesn’t change anything between us.” You needed to talk out your problems and why he was so mean to you.

Your face was hot, and you prayed whoever was at the door wouldn’t know what conspired between the both of you. The people at the door were your parents, and Baekhyun’s parents. A small panic went through you. Taking deep breaths, you heard the doorbell go off again. “I’m coming!” You yelled through the door. You could have sworn you faintly heard Baekhyun laughing at your words. Throwing open the door, you were met with your impatient mother. “Finally, Y/N. Were you going to make us wait all day?” With her, she brought a picnic basket. Baekhyun’s mother was in tow with another bag full of plastic containers. “Come on, Karren lighten up. You know what it’s like to be young and married.” She threw your mom a wink and you could feel the bile rise in your throat. “Where’s Baekhyun?” Your father asked. “He’s uh just washing up.” You felt your face warm again. “Y/N. Please sit. We really want to talk to you both.” You groaned inwardly but did as your mother in law asked. This was going to be about kids again. “Actually mom, I have to use the bathroom.” You still tasted Baekhyun on your tongue. An unwarranted guest showed up as you were trying to brush your teeth.

Your eyes didn’t leave Baekhyun’s as he moved your hair showing the little pink spot on your neck. His mouth went back to the sensitive area making you moan. The heat that was in between your legs returned. One hand pressed your body against his while the other went under your skirt, running up and down your clothed womanhood. You felt his hardness against your back. You grabbed the counter to steady yourself. “I bet your pretty little cunt would feel amazing around my cock.” Baekhyun’s mouth moved from your neck to your ear. A growing wetness formed between your legs.  You bent over to rinse out your mouth and he took that opportunity to grab your ass. “A thong, Y/N?” He tsked, “you’re such a naughty girl.”

The sexually charged air was ruined with a voice on the other side of the door. “Y/N, hurry up I have to use the bathroom.” Your father’s gruff voice came through and you almost groaned in frustration.  “Okay, dad. I’m done.” You looked at your husband, biting his lip. You brought your lips to his quickly. “We have to go.” A little voice in your head was screaming at you for letting Baekhyun go so far but the majority of your brain was fogged up by lust. Were you going to let Baekhyun take you as he pleased right here in the bathroom? Absolutely. You just wanted him to touch you, but there were four other adults in your apartment desperately waiting to talk to you. Your dad had a look of confusion on his face when you exited the bathroom with Baekhyun, but at this point you couldn’t care less. “We have to wait for your father, now too.” Your mother grumbled, folding her arms while you sat down beside Baekhyun.  

You made pleasantries around the group. Your mother in law was learning how to knit and she wasn’t getting the hang of it too easily. Your father in law invited Baekhyun to go fishing with him and his father. Your mother decided to open her own spa and wanted you both to be there during the “cut the rope” ceremony. Once your dad came back the conversation stopped as the parents looked between themselves Baekhyun’s dad started off the conversation. “Kids, we love you both and you guys know we’re not getting any younger here. We want to know why we aren’t grandparents yet. Are you having infertility problems?” They had got to be kidding. Going in order, they all went around saying their own pros and cons of the both of you reproducing.

“With all due respect, you are grandparents. Baekhyun and I are not in any way shape or form ready for children. I want to be able to start my career before starting a family and I also know that Baekhyun would feel better if we were to wait.” “Actually, I think now would be the perfect time to think about it. You’re almost finished with your first year of school and a year of school is 9 months.” The clenching of your hands at your side didn’t go unnoticed by Baekhyun. “Honey,” you spoke through your teeth. “I don’t think it would be a good idea to be in the hospital while pregnant or with a newborn baby.” Not only that, but your impending deflowering was looming over your head. “Yes, but Y/N you don’t need to work.” Your father said. “Besides,” your mother began, “we aren’t leaving here until you agree to at least show some sort of effort to meet us half way.” You knew that glint in her eye. It was the same one that she had when you came to her sobbing after the fire. You begged her to do something before you went to jail, then she came home with Baekhyun. That night she picked you up off the floor, practically throwing you into Baekhyun’s waiting arms. She told you that this was the only way to get it taken care of. Her word was the final say in the matter at this point. That hopelessness you were desperately trying to escape from crawled its way back into your body, choking any type of resistance you had. It was five against one. “How many do you want?”

[mayeolorie-writes]

Nothing is Guaranteed III - Baekhyun

GIF not mine 

Part One | Part Two  

[Note: Sex and some other dirty things are mentioned in this. Y’all I promise I’m getting to the smut]

Recommended Song: Love Me Now

You felt stronger. Stronger than you have felt in months. Irene helped to build your self-esteem back up and knowing that you were making a difference in the world made everyday seem brighter. You rediscovered a part of yourself that Baekdumb sucked out of you. Marriage was lame, but you were now okay living in a loveless marriage. “I know this is a long shot, but do you want to go out?” A voice whispered in your ear and you looked over to see your best friend beside you with a grin. “Why wouldn’t I want to go out?” “Usually my married friends want to stay home with their husbands.” You shrugged. It had been a long time since you went out and had a drink with friends. “I’m down what time do you want to meet?” She gave you the information and you were excited. After school you got a change of clothes and your makeup before getting ready at Irene’s place.

The guy she was currently seeing was a grade A sleaze ball. There was no way that they were going to stay together for very long. He was pressuring her into things that she didn’t want to do at that point with him. Currently she was in the middle of a long story. “So, I told him that I didn’t want to suck his dick at his mom’s house. I mean I was in the middle of eating with his parents and he put my hand down his pants. The audacity straight men have is unnerving! What do you do when Baekhyun is horny like that?” “Uh. . . “ You hated when she brought this up. Usually you walked around the question or waited for someone else to say anything. This time was different. It was the two of you. There was no place you could hide. “. . . Actually. . .  I’m a virgin, but don’t tell anyone.” Your voice died, looking away from Irene. When you did look at her a few seconds later she was permanently frozen with her mouth hung open. “How long have you been married?” “Four years.” Almost one third of the way finished. “Really?” She was in complete shock. “Marriage is a deal between two people. Besides we’re waiting until we decide to have kids. That’s going to be a while considering I’m still in school and haven’t started my career.” Choking out the lie made your stomach turn. Irene raised an eyebrow to you but stayed quiet.

“Invite him tonight. You can have fun with him without having sex with him.” She did throw you a wink, before she stole your phone and sent a message to Baekhyun herself, squealing. “Do you need some tips?” “What do you mean tips?” She nudged you before getting out a foreign object from her top drawer. “Irene, oh my god! A dildo!” You exclaimed, feeling your face heat up. “Yes. You need to practice before we leave.”

Showing up at the club was like riding a bike. The loud music got your heart pumping. The night started out fun. Drinking with the girls, talking about anything and everything was great. You were free for the night. It was time to dance and with the rum in your veins your blood was warm. “Whoo!” You hollered before taking another shot. Dancing in between Seulgi and Irene was intense because they were great dancers. “Look at who decided to show up!” The entire gang was all here, and Irene didn’t say anyone else was coming. Suddenly your feet went out in front of you. Seulgi pushed you back, but strong arms caught you. Hot breaths were in your ear. “Is this going to be a repeat of your 20th birthday?” The deep voice whispered in your ear, teasing. Your heart sped up, making you wonder where this was coming from. Baekhyun looked great, not that you would admit it. His all black ensemble had a pop of red at his collar. The way he was looking down at you with narrow eyes and a sharp jawline. Actually, he looked sexy. You couldn’t stop staring at him, but he laughed and grabbed your hips, moving to the beat of the music. Taking more shots, you really felt lose. Nothing could ruin your mood.

After Baekhyun came, you spent the entire night dancing. Your arms were wrapped around his neck keeping him close to you as your hips swayed to the music. “You’re fun, Y/N. Did you know that?” Another laugh left your lips as Baekhyun’s touched the base of your neck. You wondered if he could feel your heart pounding in your chest. “There’s a lot of things that you don’t know, but I do.” Your mind went back to Irene’s earlier as you gave Baek a wink. “Would you like to share that information with me?” His hands ran up your backside, coming up to cup your face. “I guess you’ll have to figure it out.” His face came closer to yours until his lips touched yours. “I guess I will.” You kissed him back, starting a frenzy. His tongue licked your lip, beckoning yours out to play. You complied, soon feeling your back hit the wall of the building. His hands did their own traveling, while yours stayed in his hair, pulling softly on the black strands. A groan rumbled in his chest as his knee went between your legs creating luxurious friction. That was until his warm body was pulled away from yours. “Should we go home and consummate our marriage?”

That’s when it all hit you. This was Byun Baekhyun we were talking about here. The man that up until a couple of months ago didn’t want anything to do with you. The man that trapped you in a marriage. The man who you didn’t love but had to be with for your entire youth. “This was a mistake. I’m going home.” You made it to the end of the block, but you were tugged back before you could cross the street. “Are you walking home?” Baekhyun asked, making you turn towards him. “Yes. It’s three a.m. I doubt I can get a taxi at this point.” His hand that was on your arm went around your waist. It was a brisk night, yet you couldn’t remember where your jacket was. You welcomed his warmth, but not the butterfly feeling in your stomach. “I can call for a car.” The night air let you think more clearly and the last thing you wanted was to be in a confined area with Baekhyun. “I want to walk.” He pulled off his own jacket and handed it to you. “Thank you.” Baekhyun shrugged and followed you. “Can you walk in those shoes?” You let out a snort. He really didn’t know you at all. “When I was in high school my mother made me wear heels all of the time so that I would be used to them by the time she got to marry me off. I could swim in these if I had to.”

The silence was nice, until Baekhyun decided to open his mouth again and again. “. . . Why do you hate me so much?” You glanced at him, wondering where this came from. “I don’t hate you, Baekhyun. I don’t like you that much, but I don’t hate you.” Knowing close to nothing about the same person who made your heart stop was annoying. “What have I done wrong?” The question came out cutely like a child. You laughed before replying, “First, you changed on me Baekhyun. Do you remember what you said to me the night of our wedding?” He shook his head. “You told me not to be nervous or afraid anymore because I would always have you in my corner. Fast forward to a year later and we didn’t even speak! Now you’re sending me mixed signals. When was I supposed to like you, Baek? All the times we had to pretend in front of our parents?”

You usually wouldn’t speak this boldly (when you’re mad it’s a completely different story) but rum had that effect on you. Not to mention Kat. His cougar lover. Was he ever going to tell you about her? You were home now, stationed in that damned living room. He was about to speak but you cut him off. “It’s really okay, Baekhyun. We are a business agreement. I wouldn’t expect you to make the next 11 years loving or friendly.” His demeanor hardened and the soft eyes you saw earlier were replace with scrutinizing ones. “Goodnight.” You stated before giving the jacket back to him and retreated to your room. You didn’t understand what that was all about, but you really hoped your feelings would leave before Baekhyun turned standoffish once again.

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Nothing is Guaranteed II - Baekhyun

GIF not mine

Part One 

[Note: swearing in this chapter. Just wanted to warn you]

Recommended song: Love me now

“Where have you been?” Baekhyun asked, outraged. It was nearing 2 a.m. He had to work in the morning, so it did surprise you to find him sitting on the couch. “The salon.” You replied with a shrug. Two seconds later you were trapped in between the door and you husband. A yelp left your lips as you pressed yourself against the wall. “Baek!” His crazy panicked eyes boring into yours. Each hand was on one side of your head, making you his prisoner. “Don’t ever leave like that again, Y/N. We both have a lot at stake here and I can’t have you out at all hours of the night. People talk, you got that?” You nodded, nervously. You had a dowry more expensive than the Al Marjan island. “I’m sorry. I just needed to leave. I feel trapped in these walls. It’s making me crazy.” A sigh left his lips as he dropped his arms. “What do you want to do to make the world better?” The question caught you off-guard. “I want to be a nurse for children.” He backed away. You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. “That,” a grin spread across his face. “Is an idea I can get behind. Tomorrow we will look at schools, if you want this.” Your face matched his. “I never wanted anything more.” He ran his hand over your hair repeatedly, messing it up. “Go to sleep Y/N.” You followed him down the hallway before you reached your room. “I like your hair,” was the last thing you heard before you went to sleep.

When you woke up, energy surged through your body. This was the beginning of your own forever. You practically jumped out of bed and started your day. The sunlight pouring through the windows was brighter than it had been in a while. “Today is the day, Bori. I’m finally going to nursing school!” The cat looked impatient as she meowed for the thousandth time that morning, begging to be fed. Nothing could ruin your mood. Within an hour the entire apartment was clean, and you had dinner planned out, so the rest of your day consisted of looking up schools in the area. When Baekhyun made it home Bori was curled up on your side as you had the application page of your first three choices pulled up. “Are we doing this now?” You nodded excitedly, patting the space beside you. He opted for the open space beside Bori. “Which one do you want to go to the most?” Bringing up the page you felt nervous. It was a little pricey, but it wasn’t your fault that it was the closest one to home. Besides your husband was loaded. “It’s the closest and it’s the highest rated out of the three I have up.” He smiled at your dedication. “Pick whichever one you want, Y/N. I’m behind you in this.” You didn’t know what changed his mind but you’re glad that he did.

Weeks later you were sitting in your first class, nervous as hell. Things between Baekhyun and you were starting to look up. You guys even might be friends. It was a good first week, you even made a couple of friends. In your math class a girl looked at you and asked for help, she was completely lost. “I’m Irene by the way.” She introduced herself and the rest was history. Soon you were best friends. Since she was younger than you by a couple of years, she often came to you for help about boys and life in general. She introduced you to her group of friends, Joy, Wendy, Yeri, and Seulgi. They accepted you with ease. A big test was coming up that you wanted needed to study for. After studying Irene invited you to go out with her and the girls, but you declined, but that didn’t stop her from walking with you to Baekhyun’s car.  

Irene let out the biggest gasp and stopped midsentence as her eyes bugged out of her head. “I know where I know your husband!” You frowned and stopped far enough away where Baekhyun couldn’t hear your conversation. “My great aunt is married to this guy who is one of the tycoons in the country and three or four years ago she had an affair with the rival businessmen’s son.” Your blood ran cold. “So, my great uncle gave her an ultimatum either stop seeing her lover or he was going to send out a hit on him. She convinced him that Baekhyun and her weren’t sleeping together because he was married to someone stupid enough. . . “ She stopped, cutting off her own words. “Sorry, Y/N.” Your world was turned upside down. Baekhyun needed protection, a security blanket, for him to keep sleeping around with some older woman. “I didn’t know, honestly. I’m so sorry.” You shrugged. How were you supposed to know anything about Baekhyun? The two of you played together as kids and that was the extent of it until about a month before you got married. Did your family know? They couldn’t have. Your father wasn’t the best business man, but he was well off and was the primary provider for his services. This is why Baekhyun freaked out the night you changed your hair. If he couldn’t control you, and make it look like you were happily married then he would die. Were they still sleeping together now? “What’s your great aunt’s name?” “She goes by Kat.” Figures a cougar would go by Kat. “I actually have to go now, Irene. Baek and I have dinner with our parents tonight. Thanks for studying with me.” You sent her a smile but when you walked away she grabbed your hand. “Again, I’m sorry. I wish I would’ve thought about what was going to come out of my stupid mouth before I spilled the beans.” You shrugged. “There’s a lot about Baekhyun I don’t know about.” You revealed a small amount of your marital problems before walking away. This time she let you go.

“Was that Irene?” You nodded getting into Baekhyun’s car. “You’ve met her before, Baekhyun. Twice.” He shrugged. “I couldn’t tell.” Honestly, you wanted to yell at him. Sleeping with a married woman? Obviously, you took sleeping with someone seriously. That was a line he wasn’t supposed to cross. Hell, no one was supposed to cross that line. He launched into a story about his office friend, Jongjin or something, ate someone else’s snack. You couldn’t pay attention to his story, you couldn’t care less about that. Images of him with a married older woman went right through you. You were short with Baekhyun, saying things like okay, and that’s cool. You could think of a billion things you would rather do than have this dinner with your parents. They expected both of you to be happy and of all things in love. Ugh. Recently they have been not so subtly hinting about the possibility of having grandkids. He stopped you before you were about to walk into the restaurant. “Why are you so short with me?” You shrugged. This was going to be a big fight and you would rather not have it in the middle of the sidewalk. “I’m not feeling well. Give me your stupid hand to hold.” He rolled his eyes but held out his hand.  At this point, even the way you had to hold Baek’s hand made you want to vomit.

The moms were cooing as you both walked in. “We made such a wonderful choice bringing them together.” You heard your mother whisper. “Y/N, Baekhyun! It’s been too long since I’ve seen my kids. Have you both been busy at home?” Her innuendo didn’t go past you. “Actually mom, Y/N is becoming a nurse and she’s been in school.” Your mother gave you a look, remembering the break down you had moths ago, and smiled. The fathers were stationed on the ends of the table while the moms sat on one side, letting Baekhyun and you share a side to yourselves. Oh, joy. “How’s school going honey?” “It’s really fun. I’m learning a lot, and this is a short program, so I will have my degree within two years.” “I’m proud of you honey.” Your dad finally spoke. “What do you think about your working woman, Baek?” His own father asked. You almost felt his eyes rolling. “It’s cute, for now, until she gets bored with it.” Mr. Byun laughed at the jab as you elbowed Baekhyun.

It was a long night. Constant jabs and backhanded compliments made you catty when you finally reached the inside of your apartment. “What the fuck was that?” You exclaimed, raising your hands in dismay. “I don’t know what you’re referring to.” Your glare matched his. “You know exactly what I’m referring to. I thought that we were friends and th-“ Your words were swallowed by his lips. He brought his hand to your neck, keeping your lips against his. Pushing him back, your anger went from a 7 to a 10. “What. The. Fuck. Do you think your doing?” You asked, your chest heaving, “just because we’re married, and things have been better between us doesn’t mean a damn thing. I still don’t know shit about you and you don’t know shit about me.” Anger coursed through you as you stomped to your room. The audacity. Who the fuck did he think he was? Kissing you? Did he lose his mind?

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Nothing is Guaranteed - Baekhyun

GIF not mine 

Part One 

[Note: chaptered story (smut in later chapter), about an arranged marriage. I saw this prompt and I wanted to do my own version]

Recommended song: Love me now  

Being 23 and married sucked. Business mergers sucked. If your father did business better, you probably wouldn’t have been roped into a loveless marriage with a complete ass. You were expected to be a typical housewife, taking care of Baekhyun, then eventually your kids. It didn’t always look so bleak. Baekhyun was actually nice and understanding in the beginning. Then your 20th birthday rolled around. He was attentive and sweet the entire night while your friends gave you drink after drink and then your memories became nothing from the alcohol consumption. Ever since that night he pretty much ignored you, only speaking to you when he had to when you were alone. It was a lonely life with only a cat to talk to about your problems but these days even the cat prefers Baekhyun’s company to yours. You were going to put your foot down. You were not going to be stuck in this two-bedroom apartment forever.

“Bori~ I’m home.” Baekhyun called out to the now meowing cat. “My beautiful daughter, I’ve missed you today. I hope my wife was nice to you while I was gone.” The white cat meowed in response, pushing herself against Baekhyun’s leg. He bent over, petting her. “Hey Baekhyun,” you paused waiting for his full attention. “Yes?” He asked, standing all the way up. “I want to talk to you about something.” He sighed and nodded. “Okay. Is dinner finished?” You gave him your own nod and moved from the doorway. “Sit, Y/N. Talk.” You did as you were told and watched as your husband chowed down. “I want to go to college.” “Why? My father and I paid off all of your debts from your first time in school.” Your ears burned, embarrassed from your past. “I want to have friends. I want to have a job that I like, eventually.” He was shaking his head, you were losing this fight. “College is an expensive way to make friends. If you want friends, then start a book club.” “No one would come because no one knows me.” You deadpanned. “What about a job? I just want to do something.” “What about our kids?” You scoffed rolling your eyes. “What kids, Baekhyun? I’m still a virgin! Obviously, that’s not going to change with you keeping me here all of the time.” His eyes and face hardened. “Do whatever you want, Y/N. I’m not your jailer, I’m your cell mate.” That was the end of the conversation, until dinner was finished. You knew that both pairs of parents wanted this marriage to work. Your parents have something against Baekhyun or his family, but you have yet to know what it is. He was right. Both of you were trapped in this marriage until one of you died or reached your 15th anniversary.  

“Do I have your blessing?” Your husband was leaning against the counter, watching you. Thinking about it, he rubbed his chin. “Hmmm. For school? No.” You paused for a second, before continuing again. “I’m not going to join a book club. I want to make a difference and reading a romance novel with other house wives isn’t going to do anything.” He gave you a pointed look. “I told you. I don’t care what you do, but I’m not throwing my money away again for you to party it up again.” Tears stung in your eyes as he threw salt in your wounds.

The first time you went to school, you did alright and partied every weekend, like most college kids, until your crazy roommate set the dorm room on fire. The worst of it all was that she pinned it on you and everyone believed it. She lived in the library (she claimed) and had a stellar academic record as well as a softball scholarship. Most of the staff knew her as the resident angel and you were the resident slacker, always running late to classes. You were lucky your father and Baekhyun’s were still good friends. Your father didn’t have enough money, but he did. Enough money was thrown the school’s way to get you out of trouble, but it earned you a fifteen-year marriage sentence or your family would be in crippling debt. With this marriage as well Baekhyun’s father merged the companies together, raising your parents’ economic status.        

When you were alone you thought about your options. Who else would support your decision to make your life and the world better? Calling your mother about the situation should make you feel better. She was a strong woman and could see why you would want to be independent of Baekhyun “Would you husband want you to go back to school? Y/N, you need to think about Baekhyun before you jump into a situation like this. How are you supposed to take care of Bori if you’re always at school?” “Bori is a cat, mother.” “She still needs someone to take care of her.” You sighed, steering the conversation back to what you wanted it to be. “So, can daddy help me with this or not?” Your mother clicked her tongue, “You know honey we wouldn’t feel right loaning you that money again, especially now that you’re married. I’m sorry, Y/N, but you’re on your own for this one.” Tears threatened to fall from your eyes as desperation filled your body. You were stuck.  

With your last failed attempt, you got up, needing something to change. You never wanted to feel this hopeless, this alone in your life ever again. Grabbing your bag, you left with only one word for your husband; “out.”  You went to the one place that made you feel good on your worst days. God bless the owners of the 24-hour salon. Kammie, the shop owner, thought of you as a little sister because when you were in college you would come here all the time to fix the drunken dyed mess from the night before. Being a pillar of strength for you, before you got married was super helpful especially on nights that were really tough on you. Her gummy smile was a relief to you as you came in through the door. The woman was tall, standing at about 6’4, paired with her 5-inch heels she towered over people. Kammie was also plus sized, but that didn’t stop her from dressing the way she wanted to. Her long, currently red hair cascaded down her back in perfectly placed curls. Kammie would never spill about how old she was yet due to her crow’s feet and smile lines she was in her forties.  “Y/N! I thought you weren’t due back here for another three weeks.” A grin crossed your face as you handed her your - Baekhyun’s - credit card. “I needed something a little more drastic done than just a simple trim. You have full control over my hair.”  That was the happiest you have ever seen Kammie.

Hours and layers later you were finally finished. The hair you once had was gone and, in its place, sat collarbone length dirty blonde hair with just the right amount of movement and light, shown lavender strands. In the front the hair was parted more on the side, so it gave the illusion of swooping bangs.  “Wow Kam. This is phenomenal!” “You’re a very special girl. I know sometimes it may not feel like you’re appreciated and that you feel lost, but don’t loose hope. Your day will come.” She didn’t know it yet, but her words sparked inspiration into you. Taking control of your life happened now. You were never going to feel like you had no one to turn to.

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Kitten Has Claws - Suho [M]

GIF not mine

Inspired by this post

[Note: This is honestly the dirtiest thing I have ever written in my life. Sorry mom. The gif doesn’t really explain what the fuck is going on but just look at the post and you will understand 

Dom/Sub Again the dirtiest thing I have ever written] 

“Are you going to cum for me, Kitten?” Your boyfriend whispered in your ear as he pounded into you from behind, hand rubbing your clit rigorously. “Fuck, Joonmyeon,” Your hands tightened around the tie as your orgasm wracked through your body. He rode out your orgasm, chasing his own. Feeling your clenching walls around his cock, he came filling you up. With a few last thrusts he pulled out making you hiss. Joonmyeon kissed your back, untying your hands.

“Next time you cook dinner with just my shirt on, make sure I’m coming home alone, okay?” You stood up from the island and looked at the now ruined dinner on the stove top and sighed. “Yes, sir.” The past couple of days had been stressful on Suho at work and you wanted to do something that would’ve alleviate that stress, so you wanted to cook him his favorite meal in one of his button-ups to give him a nice dessert afterwards. It would have been a perfect evening, if Sehun didn’t walk through the door. You never ran so quickly in your life. A sweet smile covered his face as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “How about you go clean up and I will order us some food.” You nodded giving him one more quick kiss.

~

You had a secret. A dirty secret. One that wasn’t going to stay down anymore. Okay maybe not dirty, but it was something that you had to tell Joonmyeon. Most of the time you were fine submitting to him, but you wanted to wreck him. You wanted him to moan out your name as you rode him into oblivion. You wanted to tie him up and do naughty things to him, but you didn’t know how he was going to react to you wanting to dominate him.

MY LOVE: “I want you cuffed to the bed with your ass in the air when I get home.”

Usually these types of texts made you warm on the inside, but today you rolled your eyes with a scoff. Joonmyeon had another thing coming tonight. Rather than you being face down ass up when he got home you were sitting patiently on the couch with your arms crossed. “Kitten,” he started, eyes darkening at seeing your disobedience. “Did you read my text today?” You nodded, “you know I did. I have on my read receipts,” then motioned for him to sit down while you stood up pacing in the room. “I wanted to talk about something that I’ve always wanted but didn’t realize how badly I wanted it until now.” He turned to look at you raising his eyebrow before giving you a look. “I come home to you disobeying me and now you want to ask me for a favor? My interests are intrigued.” He pointed out, but you stood your ground. “Yes, sir.” He sat back and crossed his legs. “What do you want, baby?” “I want control in the bedroom. I want you to say ‘Yes ma’am.’ I want to do whatever I want to you.” He was not expecting that at all. His jaw dropped, but Joonmyeon composed himself before looking up at you. “Where do you want me, Y/N?” A smile crossed your face as you crossed the room to kiss your boyfriend once. “I want you to go to our bedroom and get naked before I come in there.” His sly grin matched your own as his gaze held yours. “Yes, ma’am.” You watched him walk away already feeling a wetness between your legs. “Oh, and Myeonnie?” “Yes?” “Leave the tie out where I can grab it.” “Yes ma’am.”

Five minutes is how long you gave Suho to get ready like you instructed. On your way to the bedroom you took off all your clothes before entering. He was there exactly the way you wanted him. Taking the blue tie, you straddled him grabbing his wrists to tie them firmly to the bed post. His cock was semi hard when you started kissing his neck, teasing spots here and there with a suck. You continued down his defined chest and abdomen. Little moans left his lips then. The real fun began when you went down to his thighs and kissed everywhere besides his hardening cock. “Ma’am, please?” He pleaded with a whine. You finally took his cock into your mouth making Suho throw his head back. You teased by only taking in the head before licking a stripe down his cock. “Oh, for fuck’s sake Y/N, please suck me off.” You threw him a wink, then took him in, letting your hand pump what couldn’t fit into your mouth Hearing your boyfriend moan, while you blew him made you wetter knowing that he couldn’t move. He thrusted upwards, making you take in all his cock. You pulled away, leaving your hand on his penis. “You’re a bad boy, Joonmyeon. A very bad boy.” He was struggling to keep the frustration off his face. He wanted to fuck you, tease you, and touch you in the ways that you were doing to him right now. His dark eyes narrowed as he watched you climb up his body. “I think it’s time you started to do something for me.”    

You moaned as you face-fucked Joonmyeon. Seeing him tied up under you, eating you out like no tomorrow, turn you on more than you had been in a while. Suddenly a stinging slap rang out in the room your ass was slapped again when your thighs were held by Joonmyeon, making you take everything he did to you. He hummed adding to your stimulation making you mewl. The pleasure became too much as the orgasm hit you like a train. You cried out his name as he lapped up your juices. You moved fast, pressing your lips to his, tasting yourself. Your hands flicked over his nipples, your lips moving to his neck to his sweet spot. “Y/N.” A small moan left his mouth and you grounded your hips against his hard cock. Sliding down on his cock made you hiss as your sensitive pussy took him in. “You’re not allowed to touch me.” You growled as he grabbed your ass. An innocent smile crossed his face as he grabbed the wooden post in the headboard. “Yes, ma’am.” A pace was set, Joonmyeon meeting you half way with his own thrusts. Watching his own face contort with pleasure and his eyebrows knit together made you moan. His own grunts and moans joined yours. There was a burning in your thighs, but you wanted to watch him come under you. His thrusts became more erratic and you watched his knuckles turn white from gripping the post. His cock hit one spot inside of you making you gasp. Riding him, you drilled that spot repeatedly. You fell apart on top of him, scratching down his chest. Joonmyeon’s moan filled the room as he hit his own orgasm.

As you tried to catch your breath you laid on top of your boyfriend. Slowly, both of your heart rates came down. Suho wrapped his arms around you lovingly. “I want to be the dom twice a week.” He laughed and looked down at you. “How about once a week, kitten?” he suggested, but you weren’t taking it. “Myeonnie, please? It’s just one more day.” You grumbled. He sighed and relented. “Okay kitten whatever makes you happy.”  

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Dad Jokes - Kyungsoo

GIF not mine

Holidays were the worst yet also the best. They were the worst because your boyfriend, Kyungsoo, always had to work but they were always the best because afterwards you would always spend the night with him. Currently it was New Year’s Eve and the ball dropped awhile ago but it was nice to sit up with your honey and friends. “I haven’t eaten all year!” Your laugh rang out through the exo dorm, as Suho kept the shit-eating grin on his face. This made Jongdae groan, “why did you get him started, Y/N? Why?” Suho shut Jongdae up quickly when he imitated him. The younger man sent both of you glares before going to his room, probably to sulk. You were the only one who liked Joonmyeon’s dad jokes, and usually joined in with your own terrible puns. It didn’t help that all of you had been drinking all night. “I haven’t kisses my boyfriend this year.” Kyungsoo, for the most part, found it endearing how you got along with Joonmyeon, but you both have been at this for two hours. “Keep it up and you won’t kiss me at all this year.” He grumbled, heading towards the kitchen to get away from your jokes.

You shared a look with Suho before following Kyungsoo. “Kyung, are you tired?” It had been a long day and he was yawning a lot. He nodded his head with a small smile. “I’m tired of you telling horrible jokes.” Your arms wrapped around his hips, and you kissed his cheek. “You know the jokes are funny.” His phone went off the same time yours did.

MYEONNIE: “Why did the pirate miss the movie? It was rated arg!”

You heard an audible sigh from the other room, letting out your own giggle.

SEHUN: “Hyung, please stop.”

HONEY: “You are not funny.”

ME: “Yeah, myeon, you’re hilarious!!!”

BAEK: “Y/N we will not hesitate to kick you out of our group chat.”

A warm hand went to your chin pulling your face up. You were met with warm lips. Warmth spread throughout your entire body as you pulled Kyungsoo closer. Kissing Kyungsoo was one of your favorite things to do. His heart shaped lips were soft and inviting. Slowly his lips left yours, “let’s go to bed.” He muttered before getting a water bottle for each of you.

Laying in the small bed with him was comforting. Knowing he was getting the rest he deserved made you happy. “Soo, happy New Years. I’m glad you’re the person I get to spend it with.” In the moonlight you saw him smile. “Of course. Happy New Years, Y/N.” It was quiet for a while, both of you unwinding from the day. A unexpected giggle escaped your lips. “Dad jokes are funny. Admit it.” You whispered as you thought about your jokes from tonight. He sighed and pulled you closer. “Okay I will admit it, but after two hours they are stupid. Now close your eyes and go to sleep.” “But I like you.” That made your boyfriend laugh. “What do you call a fake noodle? An Impasta.” It was the first dad joke he ever told you. With a silent laugh your body shook the bed. You kissed your boyfriend again “I love you.” A grin took over his face and he kissed you quickly. “I love you too. Please go to sleep, my love.” You closed your eyes quickly going off to dreamland

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Forbearance - Chanyeol [M]

GIF not mine

[Note: may have been inspired by kat. This might be a collab with Admin Nochu over on a plague upon these hoes but might not be we are hot messes also DISCLAIMER most of the social constructs for this fic, I got from videos of a YouTuber, Megan, who lives in Korea and has for the past like 5 years so please go watch her videos and understand it’s not like this ALL of the time and what not. Reference 1, 2, 3 not a reference but I wanted to add it)]

​Patience. If there was anything you learned over the past year and a half it was patience. You started seeing Chanyeol, who was everything you ever wanted in a man, being sweet, caring, funny, supportive, and all around extra, you hoped one day to tie the knot. Living in a different country, you learned things like it wasn’t okay to invite a man over to your apartment, alone, if you wanted to be serious with him. It wasn’t okay to innocently touch each other early on, if you wanted to be serious. It wasn’t okay to openly talk about sex in public, if you wanted to be serious. It took Chanyeol six months for him to kiss you for the first time; in his defense he was on tour for half of that time.

​In a rare moment, Chanyeol was sitting with you on your couch, holding your hand in his warm one. This was a comfortable night in before your second public appearance as Chanyeol’s girlfriend. You weren’t nervous about the show (the EMCEEs would be as nice as they could be) but the fans scared you. Even sweet Yixing has had a glass bottle thrown at him. Out of the corner of your eye you saw him look at you and smile. When you turned to look at him, he brought your hand to his lips. “I love you.” A smile spread across your own face. “I love you too.” You laid your head on his shoulder and turned back towards the TV. “. . . Baby.” You hummed in response looking at him once again. His left hand went to the back of your neck, kissing you. It heated up quickly as his tongue started to massage yours. Your hands went through his soft hair as he brought you closer, hands under your shirt. The kisses moved from your mouth to your neck. “hmm, Chanyeol.” You hummed “Do you want me to touch you? To make love to you?” His voice was deeper than usual sending heat throughout your body, almost giving into him.

“Stop.” You whispered reluctantly. He did as you asked and pulled away. “Don’t you want me?” Watching him look you up and down with that hooded gaze wanted you to throw caution to the wind. “I’m serious about you, Chanyeol. I don’t want you to get any wrong ideas, if we do this too early.” A gruff laugh came from your boyfriend. “I want to marry you, Y/N. I am going to propose to you one of these days, silly girl. You’ve met my parents and I introduced you to my fans. I know you’re the only one for me.” His hand went to your bare thigh, squeezing it. “Now, I will ask again; do you want me to make love to you?” It took you a second to decide and your lips were on his.

Hungry kisses took you over as you landed in Chanyeol’s lap. Your hips grounded into his, making him groan. Clothes came off quickly, both of you were just in your underwear. The overview he was giving your body made you wetter. Pulling your boyfriend along, you went to your bedroom guiding him to the bed where you sat. He met you with tender kisses before he unclipped your bra that was quickly discarded. A warm hand went to your nipple, keeping it erect before switching to the other. Little mewls left your mouth that was busy nibbling and kissing Chanyeol’s neck, careful not to leave marks. His body became almost flush against yours, letting you feel his hardness on your thigh. You went for his boxers, wanting to feel his cock.

Just the sight of naked Chanyeol over you was enough to work you over. His lips curled into a smile as he kissed down your torso. He cupped your clothed core before removing he final piece of clothing came off. His lips went lower, to your soft inner thighs. “Chan.” You gave him a warning. His smile returned, looking innocent in between your legs. His eyes were still locked with yours when you felt his tongue at your entrance. You warned him not to tease you, but Chanyeol was going to anyway. He switched in between your entrance, mocking what his cock was going to do later, and brushing over your clit. A whimpering curse left your lips when his tongue settled on your clit. You broke eye contact, throwing your head back onto your soft pillows. Your moans egged him on, slowly his digit slid into your entrance. His name left your lips when he curled his finger, adding another. Your legs quaked. Your orgasm was coming quickly. Chanyeol hummed stimulating your clit even more and that set you over the edge. With your back arched and a silent scream your orgasm washed over you.

You could barely remember your own name when you came back down from your high to see your boyfriend stroking his own cock. Turning to your nightstand you got out something you didn’t expect to use, but secretly wanted to, and handed Chanyeol the condom. He put it on, then grabbed your thighs placing them on his. His gaze met yours as he deliciously slid into you for the first time. Chanyeol’s scrunched eye brows and hiss as he filled you was a feeling that was going to be etched into you forever. “Fuck, Y/N. You’re perfect.” You hummed in response as he stretched you. His eyes squeezed shut, biting down on his bottom lip as he began find a rhythm with his thrusts. When your wrapped your legs around him, Chanyeol let out a moan.

Your hands explored his body; a particularly powerful thrust had your nails digging into his back. “Shit.” The breathless word left your lips as Chanyeol did it again. You caught your lips with his, swallowing his moans. His thrusts were becoming quicker as his own orgasm was coming. “Are you going to cum, baby?” You wantonly whispered in his ear, nibbling on it gently. He shut his eyes and bit his lip and you felt his hips stutter in their speed. Watching him come undone above you set you off into your own abyss. Your nails dug into his skin again as the two of you came together.

He dropped beside you, catching his own breath. Giving you a kiss, he pulled out and disposed of the condom. When he was closer you opened your arms and he gladly filled them. “For the record you’re perfect too.” His face reddened as he kissed your forehead. “This is your room?” He asked, looking around.” You couldn’t help but laugh. “This is my room.” His eyes landed on your nightstand. “That’s my favorite picture of us.” “Mine too.” It was from almost a year ago when you went on your first day trip and both of you are widely smiling. When he drove you home, you knew you could’ve married him right there. You had to wait a long time for Chanyeol, but he was absolutely worth it. “I love you, Chan.” You said simply, knowing that tonight your love for him strengthened. “I love you, Y/N.”

[mayeolorie-writes]

The Power of Music

Chapter 1| Chapter 2 

GIF not mine

I tried to reach out to Baekhyun many times over the next couple of weeks. It was summer vacation for me and I was going to start my senior year of college soon. I needed to pin down Baekhyun’s sleeping schedule by then so that I could just sleep when he did. “Mira, you’re going to burn yourself out like this. Have you slept in your bed at all this week?” My grandmother asked me. I was becoming frantic; I was getting shipped back to college that was at least 7 hours away, even though I was a botany major. Away from all the ingredients that I couldn’t get in Reno. “I need to find him before classes start. What’s the point of being able to do magic if I couldn’t do something this simple.” I was exhausted and the constant migraine with a sore throat was not helping. “I know this is important to you, but you need to pack and rest properly. You’ll burn out your third eye like this.” I nodded and headed to my room. She was right. I sighed once I was alone. It was a little after 10 in the afternoon. I packed everything I needed to take from Bolder City to Reno. I heeded my grandma’s advice and shut my eyes for a couple of minutes.

I was dream walking before I realized it. The concert room came back as our location and Baekhyun was there this time with blonde hair. “Finally. I wondered when I would dream about you again.” I frowned; I didn’t know how I was here. I didn’t use magic and I just tried to find to find him on this schedule last week. “When do you sleep?” He shrugged. “When I can.” My frown deepened. “Sleep is important, Baekhyun.” He laughed “Silly, Mira, idols can’t sleep.” His finger bopped my nose. I didn’t think anything about it was silly.  “Where are you in the waking world?” “Let me show you.” He took my hand and soon the vison melted and reformed into a vision of an apartment. I looked around the entry way seeing many pairs of shoes. Baekhyun took his off before offering his hand out to show me around. “How did you do that?” His smile came back. “This is a dream. You can do anything you want.” “Do you really believe that?” He laughed for a second time. “Mira, relax and let me show you my dorm.” He started with the kitchen and we ended up looking at all the music awards. “EXO? What’s exo?” He howled with laugher. “It’s pronounced XO. You know for a dream girl you don’t know much about me.” I smiled at him not knowing how to respond.

Humans were not supposed to know about magic; it diluted the blood line. No one strictly said that humans were off limits to witches (if they were no one told me about it) but it was better to be either a full-blooded witch or a human. This wasn’t going to stop me from pursuing Baekhyun; at this point I don’t think anyone could. “The stadium,” I started slowly. “Is it important to you?” I thought about the red seats and the empty stage. That thought brought us back to the stadium, leaving us in the exact spot that we met. “This place, Los Angeles, is where I performed while I was on tour. It was just a stop before we left for Mexico.” My eyes went wide. That was amazing; Baekhyun traveled a lot. “Listen to this,” Baekhyun smiled before he started to sing.

I couldn’t stop my heart from racing. The blood pumped faster in my veins, my face was hot. His voice was amazing. My sleep hazed memories couldn’t have given it justice. A radio appeared on the stage and my t-shirt and jeans morphed into a black dress. “Dance with me, Dream Girl.” I’m pretty sure I swooned. It was nice being in his embrace while he sang along with the radio. “Sing with me.” He requested. I shook my head. “I’m not as good as you.” Which was true. I wasn’t necessarily a bad singer, but I wasn’t that great. “It’s not like anyone will hear you.” I shrugged and started singing when the chorus of the song came back on.

Hours could have passed but I couldn’t be bothered. Baekhyun unfortunately started to fade. He was waking up. “Good morning, Baekhyun,” was the last thing I got to say to him before he dissolved completely. I woke up a minute later, disoriented. I realized that I was wearing the dress Baekhyun had dreamed onto me. It was cute. The dress was one shoulder and seemed to be made from silk. There was also a cute black ribbon tied to my neck that went with the dress. I rolled with the weirdness of I and wondered where my magic would have put my t-shirt and jeans; they were my favorite pair of jeans. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 2 in the afternoon. Four hours. If Baekhyun got to enjoy eight hours of sleep then at 6 am I should be able to dream walk with him. I wouldn’t be able to talk to Baek on days I had class, seeing that I would be awake when he would hopefully be asleep.  I rushed down the stairs, ready for a snack, when my grandmother almost ran into me. “Nice dress. Where did that come from?” I gave her a rundown of what had happened. I asked her how we connected when I didn’t use the spell. “You have been attuned to him for a while now, right?” I nodded. I first heard Baekhyun’s voice 5 years ago. “When you first created the door, it expanded to him and now that you know when he is asleep, your mind automatically reaches out for him. I think.” “Maybe it was a fluke. I tried last week to contact him at the same time and it didn’t work.” She shrugged. “Magic is peculiar. I don’t know.” Thanks for your help, grandma. I thought bitterly. When I finished my lunch, I brought out my laptop.

Research is a beautiful thing; looking up exo I found out a lot about Baekhyun, more than I probably should have. He lives 16 hours ahead of me in South Korea and exo came out around the time I started hearing his voice. Coincidence? Probably not. I’m not sure how this happened but I’m glad it did. My time this morning was spent with a cute guy and I got a new dress. I felt reassured that this would be the start to a great friendship, at least, with Baekhyun.  

[mayeolorie-writes]

The Power of Music

This is inspired by a dream I had last night of baekhyun being found by a witch, Thanks to his beautiful voice. Tell me what you think. 

Chaper 1

“. . . Oh, 가끔 진실이란 거 Oh, 거짓말보다 아픈걸 Oh, 모두 상처 받긴 겁나는걸 진실에서 다 고개를 돌려. . .” It was the fourth time this week that I woke up to those vocals, ringing in my head. It wasn’t the first time this voice invaded my dreams without a doubt it wouldn’t be the last. I had to fine the man behind these vocals. He was my siren calling out to me with his voice. Well, this time I wasn’t going to let him slip through my fingers. Throwing the covers off myself, I grabbed my spell book. I just learned a new transportation spell and I was determined to test it.

Renewed with a new urgency I raced down to my basement; that’s where my grandmother kept all the good stuff for spells. When I came back said grandmother was in the kitchen drinking tea. “You’ll put yourself in a coma with all of that Eschscholzia Californica. I shrugged. “I’m not using all of the California Poppy. I have it on good authority that I’m going to finally meet my siren.” She smiled. “Do you want any help setting it up?” I shook my head, looking in her blue eyes. My grandma loved it when I tried to branch out and do my own magic but I saw that glint in her eyes that held fear. I knew what I was doing for the most part yet she has a fear of my magic backlashing and causing problems. The scar that went from her right ear to her nostril was proof of that. She rushed into a spell like 40 years ago and made a huge welt on her face. She was leery about teaching me magic but if she didn’t I would have found it on my own; it’s hard to stay away from. “I will be okay. I grabbed extra.” She nodded and hugged me. “Find him, Mira.” I smiled at her and went back to my room. Laying out everything, I knew this dream walking spell was going to be gross.

In a bowl, I had purified water and added two California poppies, Passion flower, magnolia bark and the final and hardest ingredient to find pure Huperzine-A. Stirring, I chanted the words I needed thinking of the voice and all the dreams it infiltrated. My body was warm with magic. Drinking the plant water, I drew a door on the wall. When I opened the door, a light was on the other side; I went through unflinchingly.

I was afraid after I stepped through that it didn’t work because I wasn’t that good at the mental part of spells, yet. My fears went away when I saw my own body sprawled on the hardwood of my bedroom. I was in astral projection. I surged my magic through me once more, thinking of nothing but my siren. I was floating up above the earth soaring in a new direction. It was like there was a rope connecting me and this mystery man. The more I pulled, the closer I felt. Soon I came back down. I didn’t know where I was. It looked like we were in a concert hall. Seats lined the walls with an empty pit. On the stage, I closed my eyes and turned around. This was it. I took a breath before opening my eyes.

A good-looking man stood twenty feet away from me, scrutinizing me as I was him. Brown eyes. Black hair. Cute button nose. Pale pink lips. He smiled at me and I thought I was going to burst. “Who are you?” He asked with a lazy smile. I wonder what he thought of me. Brown eyes, lighter than his, blonde hair that went to my hips with bangs that lightly swooped to the left side of my face, average nose, and full lips. I stuck out my hand. “Mira.” His hand shook mine. I didn’t miss how elegant his hand was and how long his fingers were. “Baekhyun.” I smiled, he finally had a name. Baekhyun. The world around us started to fade, panic flew through me. I was being woke up. The world crumbled as I came to. When I opened my eyes, my grandmother was there, as expected, standing over me with a smile. “Do you not like your bed?” “What? What time is it?” I got up and stretched; all my muscles were tight. Daylight poured into the room. “Almost noon.” My jaw dropped. I was under for twelve hours. “It took a while to find Baekhyun.” Longer than I thought. “Baekhyun huh? What is your siren like?” I shrugged. “I was trying to see but somebody woke me up.” I glared. She laughed. “Come on, Mira. I made pancakes.”