#YOUR LITTL HEART JUST EXPLORES WITH JOY AS THEY DISCOVER THE WORK AND DUTIFULLY TELL YOU ABOUT IT

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Rated M for 18+ content.

“SURPRISE!” You and Baekhyun shouted, as his mother opened the door.

Hand to heart in shock, she started to cry, as her newly minted daughter-in-law and youngest son surged forward to hug her. She smacked him about the shoulders in mock anger as she pulled you to her side… “You awful child! You told me that you weren’t coming!”

Baekhyun just hugged her tighter and nuzzled his face into her neck. “I know Eomma. This one wanted to tell you-”

“It’s true! I did!” You piped up from under your mother in law’s arm, your arms wrapped around her waist, your tawny gamine face surrounded by a cloud of coffee-coloured curls.

“–but Abeoji and I thought that it might be a nice surprise,” Baekhyun finished.

“Your father was in on this, too?!” she asked in surprise.

“Guilty,” he said, as he sauntered into the room.

She gave him a teasingly dark look. “I’ll deal with you later!”

Her husband grinned, his brown eyes twinkling as he sat down in his easy chair, and inclined his thickly silvered head. “Promises, promises,” he laughed. 

“Awww, Eomma, you’re not really angry, are you?” Baekhyun wheedled.

She beamed up into her son’s face, cupping his cheek as she rubbed his wife’s back. “Nah,” she said. “But now I know why your father wouldn’t let me take the haemul pajeon off of the menu. I should have known. You two are the only ones who eat them.”

“Thanks, Abeoji,” Baekhyun said to his father, who nodded, looking satisfied.

“Well, we can’t just stand here, heating the outside!” She said. “Yeobo, bring in their things.”

“I’ll help,” said Baekhyun, which prompted a clap on the back from his father as they headed outside.

The new daughter in law, you stood shyly in front of your eommonim. “I really did want to tell you,” you said softly. “I know how hard it can be to plan Chuseok, even without unexpected surprises. Is anyone else here, yet?”

Eommonim waved her hand dismissively. “My eldest son and his wife are already upstairs, unpacking. Don’t worry about the surprise; it’s fine.” Her warm, dark eyes twinkled mischievously as she wrapped her arm around your shoulders and affectionately bumped you with her hip. “I know, first-hand, just how persuasive Byun men can be.” You looked down at the floor, blushing as you tried to hide a grin. She just laughed as the men returned, carrying the luggage.

Baekhyun took one look at your face and laughed, “Aw, Eomma—what did you say?”

She put her hand on your hip and said, “Nothing. I merely asked when you two are planning on giving me grandchildren!”

Your head jerked up in shock, your doe-brown eyes wide, as Baekhyun’s face turned a mottled shade of red.

She sauntered over to her husband and said in a mock whisper, “It’s so easy, isn’t it?”

He grinned as he looked at the faces of his children. “Were we ever like that?”

She winked at him, “Well…you were.”

He laughed and kissed her on the cheek as he left to carry the bags upstairs to Baekhyun’s room.

“Well,” she said briskly, coaxing a stray strand back into her large salt and pepper bun, “Are you hungry?”

You and Baekhyun looked at each other. “Starving,” he said.

“I should think so! Only a week off from a three-week honeymoon! I’m surprised that you two can even walk straight.”

"Eomma!” Baekhyun said in shock as your face took on interesting new shades of crimson.

She grinned at the dismay in her son’s shocked eyes, and rubbed her hands together, cackling. “Revenge will be sweet, my darling.”

You shook your head and muttered to your husband, “Told you we should have told her.”

Laughing, she ushered you into the kitchen. “Baekhyun-ah, let this be a lesson to you—always listen to the wise counsel of your wife!”

You and Baekhyun sat down at the kitchen table, chatting while she re-heated a few baked sweet potatoes. “I’m sorry that I don’t have more for you,” she said, sliding them in front of you, “But we don’t have much besides Chuseok food right now.”

“It’s alright, Eommoni,” you said, as your husband studiously stuffed his face with steaming hot potato. “After all, you didn’t know that we were coming.”

Baekhyun smiled at you, as you tucked into your potato. "Would you like a glass of milk?” he asked. You nodded, still eating, and he poured a couple of glasses for you both. By the time he sat back down, his older brother, his wife, and their three children had all made their way into the kitchen.

Your older sister-in-law smiled at you, ruffling your hair. “Good to see that you two are finally upright and taking nourishment,” she laughed.

You smiled back, nodding at Baekhyun as he started to give you half of the remaining potato. “Why, Pot!” you drawled. “Surely someone with three children and one on the way wouldn’t be teasing the kettle about staying upright.”

Your older brother-in-law, laughed as he came up behind his wife to lay a hand on her rounded belly. “What can I say,” he chuckled, rubbing her tummy, “She can’t get enough of me. I told her that I had a headache, but the woman just wouldn’t take no for an answer. I feel so cheap!”

She rolled her expressive eyes and laid her hand over his. “You’ll take it and you’ll like it!”

“Yes ma'am,” he said, giving her an exaggerated kiss on the neck. A tiny, pudgy hand clamped onto your sleeve, and you looked down to see your sloe-eyed niece calmly climbing into your lap. Your brother-in-law began to warn his daughter to get down, his black brows snapping together over his eyes.

“It’s alright,” you said, settling the toddler on your lap, and feeding her a bit of potato.

“You keep that one,” your sister-in-law said, “We’ll take the other, and go settle. If I know Eomma, she’s up in my room, trying to unpack everything, and put it away herself. Come on,” she called to her son. "If you behave, we’ll find some cookies for you after we’re done upstairs.” The shy six-year-old trotted dutifully after his parents. You could hear your brother-in-law heartily greeting his father, as the crowd passed through the living room.

Baekhyun watched as you continued to feed his niece bites of baked potato. “She really likes you,” he said, smiling and reaching a hand to slowly stroke your pretty skin.

You lightly bounced her on your knee, stroking her hair. “Well, that’s because she has excellent taste, don’t you, baby?” you asked.

She nodded. “I have ‘skellent taste,” she announced solemnly.

“Well, there you have it,” he said seriously. You all continued to eat in silence but, after a while, he looked up at you. “So, do you want one, jagi?”

“Ohhh, no! I’m quite happy being an auntie right now, thank you very much. Besides, this is definitely not the time. We’re both still discovering each other, and…working toward our own goals, so regardless of what our parents want…not so much.”

Baekhyun nodded, and reached out to gently stroke one of his niece’s soft, plump, rosy cheeks. He grinned. “Sure is fun to practice making them, though.”

“Well,” you said, patting her solid little belly. “You certainly are good at that.

"Good at what?” a voice boomed behind them. They turned to see Baekhyun’s brother grinning at them both. He moved forward to wrap his arms around Baekhyun’s head, mussing his thick, already tousled, wavy hair. “This beanpole? The only things that he’s good at are putting away copious amounts of food and hogging all of the hot water.”

Baekhyun laughed, pushing him away. “Still jealous of my good looks and superior intellect, I see. It’s sad, really. What are you doing with your life? Medicine? Psh. Way to low-ball, loser.”

“Whatever, twerp.”

“Jerk.”

“Nerd.”

“Dork.”

“Dweeb.”

Your sister-in-law slipped in beside you to watch the ostensible bickering between your husband and brother-in-law. Her dark hair and eyes always looked so elegantly dramatic against her creamy olive skin, you thought enviously. She leaned toward you and drawled, “They’re still children, aren’t they?”

“I should hope not,” said you dryly, “Or else I’m going to have Chris Hansen knocking down my door, considering what I’ve been doing to Baekhyun for the past month.” She gave an uncharacteristically indelicate snort. “Where are the children?” you asked.

“I have absolutely no idea,” she said cheerfully. “Probably somewhere searching the house for the doorway to Hogwarts, or something.”

"That’s adorable!”

“I don’t know about adorable, but it is convenient.” She leaned in confidentially, “If you’re going to have children, make sure to have at least two. That way, they can amuse each other.”

You laughed. “You’re terrible!”

She gave you a knowing wink. “I’m a mother who now has twins safely ensconced in the loving bosom of the private school system. What I am is grateful. Maybe now I can reacquaint myself with that little known delicacy, sleep.”

“Oh, please! You know that you love your hectic schedule. Work, kids, your husband–take away any one of those, and you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself. You thrive on the adrenaline high.”

“Touché,” she allowed.

The house shuddered as the front door slammed open, and shrieks of joy echoed through the halls. The brothers looked at each other, and your brother-in-law said laconically, “Sounds like our dear little cousin is here.”

A lone scout padded into the kitchen to explore the new territory. Your niece squirmed off of your lap to go pet the enormous husky. The other two trotted in to surround the little girl, sniffing and licking her face while she giggled uncontrollably. Tall, lanky Minah and her even taller husband, Jongsuk, breezed in after their dogs, with all of the children trailing eagerly behind, ready for some prime playful puppy action.

She hugged everyone, exclaiming, “Hey, guys! What’s new and exciting?”

“Well—” Baekhyun started.

“That’s nice–I’m pregnant!” She grinned widely at their shocked faces.

You recovered first. “Congratulations!” you said, hugging her tightly.

“I second that,” your sister-in-law said warmly, rubbing her shoulder.

Baekhyun and his brother surrounded their little cousin’s husband, thumping him roughly on the back and teasing. “Hyun Jongsuk, you lascivious dog!”

He grinned and slipped an arm around Minah, who nuzzled into his side. “I hope that it’s a girl,” he said softly, looking lovingly into his wife’s shining eyes, “and that she looks just like you.”

The brothers made not-so-surreptitious gagging noises. Without looking, Minah shot out a hand and smacked them.

“Oh, burn!” Jongsuk said, pretending to be sympathetic. He laughed at the other men’s indignant faces. “With a wife like mine, who needs ADT?”

Your brother-in-law smirked. “Let’s see how enamoured you still are once she’s seven months along and sending you out into the snow at 3 AM for pickled eggs and Nutella.” He shuddered.

Your sister-in-law waved her hand loftily. “You had middle-of-the-night shopping trips, I had 72 hours of labouring to push two watermelons through a pinhole. We all had our burdens to bear.”

Jongsuk ran his fingers through his raven’s wing hair, pushing it out of his face. “I’m rather looking forward to late-night pregnancy cravings. They’ll make me feel all hunter-gatherer,” he said, jokingly pushing out his chest.

Your mother-in-law wandered into the kitchen. She took in the scene and stopped, her eyes shooting to Minah.

“No!” she said, her face lighting.

Minah nodded excitedly. “Yes!”

“You aren’t!”

“I am!”

She whooped and rushed in to drag both Minah and Jongsuk into a bear hug.

You leaned over to Baekhyun, whispering, “How does she do that?”

He shrugged. “I have no idea. It’s her thing.”

“She’s good. She’s very good.”

“You can imagine how much fun it was growing up under the all-seeing eye,” he said dryly.

You winced. “Thank goodness for benevolently distracted professors,” you rejoined, referring to your own loving, if scatterbrained, parents.

“I heard that!” your mother-in-law shot over her shoulder at you.

“Yes, she does that, too,” Baekhyun said, responding to your bemused expression.

The children began shooting around the kitchen, playing some game that seemingly consisted solely of screeching and chasing. The normally large kitchen was overfilled with the sounds of laughter, chatting, childish shrieks, and the occasional bark, as the dogs joined in the children’s chase. Baekhyun looked apologetically at you. He took your hand and squeezed it, and you smiled and leaned toward him, saying, “It’s alright. I rather like all of the energy. It’s very festive.”

“So, not regretting having married into such an overwhelming family, yet?”

Your curls bounced as you laughed. “Not yet!”

*****************

Later that night, you and Baekhyun trooped tiredly up to his room. It had been a long day, and you wanted nothing more than to bathe, crawl into bed, curl up, and pass out for the night. Baekhyun went down the hall to use another shower, while you used the bathroom that joined his room to his brother’s. You both came into the room at the same moment, grinning at your synchronicity. You peeled back the covers and stopped. Throwing back your head, you began to laugh, covering your mouth with your hand. Confused, Baekhyun looked at his bed. Covering his mattress were his old, faded Pororo sheets which he hadn’t seen since he was 12. He shook his head, embarrassed. “Tricksy hobbitses,” he muttered, referencing his mother.

“Now we’re even!” she called as she walked down the hall.

You looked at him, wide-eyed. “How does she do that?!” you mouthed.

He shook his head, turned off the lamp, climbed into bed, and curled up behind you, tucking the covers around your bodies. You snuggled against his warm chest and tucked your soft bottom into the nest of his pelvis. He wrapped an arm around your waist, tucking his body as close to yours as he could. you sighed, basking in the quiet peace, lulled by his soft breath ghosting across the back of your neck. He spread his large, warm hand over your soft belly and pressed you even closer to him, stroking the smooth strip of skin that peeked between your flannel pyjama bottoms and his over-sized tee. You closed your eyes, breathing in his lovely clean smell. He slipped closer, nuzzling the back of your neck, comforted by the scent of your hair.

You slept.

****************

You awoke in the milky light of dawn, to the sensation of your husband’s fingertips slowly drawing circles against the exposed flesh of your creamy belly. You murmured nonsense, instinctively pushing your bottom closer to his warmth. You felt a rush of warmth on the back of your neck as Baekhyun growled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. You realized that you were no longer snuggled into the soft, springy nest of his crotch, but that your bottom was pressed against the hard bar of his erection. You grinned, eyes still closed and shook your head, mumbling, “No, Baekhyun”.

You could feel him placing small, soft, delicate, deliberate kisses on the back of your neck, and you turned to hide your face in the pillow.

“Yes…” he rumbled, his voice sleep-roughed and wicked. His hand slowly moved to splay just under your breasts, softly stroking the silken skin.

“We are not having sex in your mother’s house, on your Pororo sheets,” you said, turning your face toward his, your eyes still closed.

Baekhyun said nothing, merely moved closer to place more delicate kisses along the edge of your mouth. The hand that had been under your neck slid down to slip itself under you, wrapping around your breasts, pulling you closer. His other hand moved in slow, comforting, hypnotic circles over your ribs and belly, lulling you back into relaxation. He moved his mouth to your ear and licked your earlobe, making you shiver.

You tried again. “I am not having sex with you–in your mother’s house–with your whole family sleeping innocently in their beds.” You felt his mouth grin behind your ear.

“And what makes you think,” he purred “that my siblings aren’t doing the very same thing?” His breath was hot against your ear, and it still smelled lightly of last night’s Colgate.

You turtled, drawing your head into your chest and pulling the blankets over yourself, in a silly attempt to fend off his advances. “You’re a fiend,” you whispered loudly. “A sex fiend!”

Baekhyun grinned to himself and moved his hand to coaxingly stroke your hip, running his fingertips just under the waistband of your bottoms. He pulled your body even closer to his, feeling you squirm at the wiry strength of his arm. He knew that you loved feeling the iron in his grip. In fact, he could feel you, your bottom unconsciously tucking up, trying to let you rest your heat on his aching shaft. He could feel you blooming against him, and he purred in appreciation. He nuzzled the back of your neck, opening his mouth to whisper teasingly against your skin, “Your sex fiend.” He pushed his hips against your bottom, letting you unconsciously rub yourself against his hungry erection. He could feel you nipples poking into his forearm, feel you pushing your chest against his arm, testing his strength.

You whined softly, then said. “I have to go help your mother cook for Chuseok…”

He lowered his voice and purred into your ear, “No one’s awake, jagiya…it’s just you and me…” punctuating each thought with a slow, sucking kiss against your exposed shoulder.

“But they’ll hear us…” He knew that he was winning. “Let me take care of that. Let me take care of you. Will you? Will you let me take care of you, agi?”

You gave a low, heartfelt moan, and then nodded.

That was all that he needed.

Baekhyun slipped from behind you to crawl over your sleep-heavy body. He burrowed underneath the covers, using his mouth to nudge the tee higher up your soft belly. Under the covers, he was surrounded by the floral aroma of your soap, and the warm, sweet scent of your burgeoning arousal. He placed slow, licking kisses against your sleep-warmed tummy, feeling your fingers lazily wending their way through his thick hair, alternating between tugging and pulling him closer. He gave an open-mouthed grin against your navel, dipping his tongue inside to tease the sensitive hollow, and was rewarded with a lazy lift of your hips and a low, purring sigh.

He wanted to go slowly, wanted to savour you, but the truth was, he didn’t know how soon the household would waken, and he needed to feel you naked, pressing against him, for as long as possible. So, he moved his mouth south, using his chin to nudge your bottoms out of his way as he lapped at the hot, sensitive hollow of your hip bone. Baekhyun heard your muffled whimper and imagined the way that your sharp white teeth sank into your plump pink bottom lip when you were trying to stifle your reactions. He grinned, and slid his hands up your hips, hooking his fingers into your bottoms to slowly, inexorably pull them off of you.

You lifted your hips to help him, and as the plaid flannel cleared your bottom, he paused, feeling his entire body grow as rigid as his erection. No panties. You had been sleeping next to him all night, soft bottom practically suction cupped to his crotch, and you hadn’t had on any panties. He could feel the tickle of your curls brushing against his lips as his cheek rested on your hip bone, and he had to move his head to stifle his heartfelt groan against your inner thigh. Baekhyun felt you squirming underneath him, trying to wriggle the rest of the way out of the bottoms, and he wrapped them around his hand, yanking them off in one violent tug that made you gasp and arch in sensuous surprise. “Wicked girl,“ he breathed over your curls, as he moved between your legs, preparing to taste the only meal he really wanted. Baekhyun stopped as he felt his you frantically tugging on his hair, clutching at his shoulders, trying to pull him back up your body.

Disappointed, he allowed himself to be dragged from under the covers, but comforted himself by nudging his hips to rest between your soft thighs. He leaned his forehead against yours, reveling in the warm mint-tinged breath that puffed over his face. "What is it, agiya?” he whispered, lazily dragging his heavy erection over your sensitive lips.

“Mmm,” you purred, and then shook your head. “I mean, no! No, you can’t do that. I can’t…” you looked up at him with pleading doe eyes, “I can’t keep quiet if you do that.”

“Mmm, no?” he rumbled, ego soaring.

“Mm-mm,” you murmured, your hips moving in perfect opposition with his, as you rubbed your swollen slit against the hard front of his pyjama bottoms.

“Mmm, okay, jagi. I’ll be good. For you. This time,” he said, nipping your lower lip and sucking it into his mouth. Baekhyun felt you shudder under his body, and then slide your hands under his pyjama bottoms to cup his firm cheeks. His eyes closed, and he buried his face in your neck, body relaxing as you kneaded his bottom, pushing him closer to you.

“Off…” you whispered desperately, trying to gain enough purchase to take off his boxers and bottoms. “Off…“

"Yes, ma'am,” he chuckled, reaching down to shuck off the clothing that kept you from what you wanted.

“Yes…” you purred, arching under him as his heavy shaft fell hard against your sensitive, swollen slit.

He slid his hands under your shirt, moving them up until your pretty little flushed face reappeared. Your hands were above your head, tangled in the shirt and, for a moment, Baekhyun felt tempted to leave them there. Later, he decided, when you were back home, and he could take his time with you. Tie you down and tease you until you demanded that he give you what you wanted.

Baekhyun jerked the shirt free, throwing it to the ground and, climbing onto his knees, quickly pulled off his own, tossing it behind him. Before he came back to you, he took a moment to enjoy the sight of you, flushed and willing beneath him, nipples glowing and tight, and thighs soft and open around his, swollen lips glistening with liquid proof of your arousal.

He could feel his heartbeat pulsing in his shaft, and a drop of pre-cum welled from his slit to slide slowly down his veiny cock. Baekhyun wrapped his large hand around his shaft squeezing firmly and twisting until more pre-cum appeared on his slit. With a heartfelt groan, he watched as the thick, syrupy liquid slowly dripped down onto his your already wet slit. He leaned forward, bracing one hand under your arm, and used his swollen head to rub his hot, thick pre-cum all over your slick, smooth lips. You ran your fingertips languidly up and down his arm, watching while he marked you, and then looked up into his face. His eyes met yours. “Mine,” he growled.

You nodded lazily, slow and satisfied in your own power. Before your husband had a chance to move, you arched under him, sliding one leg over his hip, wrapping one arm around his neck, and then pulled your body up to his. Baekhyun held himself stone still as you slowly, sensuously rubbed your body against his, your firm nipples tracing hypnotic patterns on his chest, your warm, wet lips opening over his aching, steely shaft and swollen, hot balls. You caressed your free palm over the back of his head, over his ears, as you rubbed your wetness all over him, saturating his curls and covering every inch of his manhood with your slipperiness. You raked your teeth over his earlobe and sucked it into your mouth before breathing in his ear, “Mine…”

Baekhyun groaned, unable to keep still. He wrapped his free arm around you, and gently lowered your bodies to the bed, careful not to crush you. He was nodding, his eyes rolling in the back of his head at the soft sucking sensation of your wet lips against his pulsating erection. “Yours…all yours, agi. I am yours, every inch,” his voice lowered to a rumble, “every drop…”

You cooed in pleasure at his words. "Yea?” you breathed, your voice high and reedy.

“Yes,” Baekhyun groaned, his own voice almost as breathy as yours, as you had taken that moment to sink your teeth into the firm muscle of his shoulder. He sucked in a hissing breath as his cock grew even harder. “Mmm, yea, jagi. Mark me; mark your property, agiya.” He could feel your soft little tongue lapping at the sensitive bite, lips sucking at the small wound. He knew that he would have a blossoming bruise there by the time you were done and the knowledge made him bare his teeth in satisfaction. He brought his face down to his your neck, nuzzling your warm, fragrant skin as you lifted your head, exposing the long expanse of your neck.

You whimpered as he scraped his teeth over your silken skin, shivering as he moved down to nibble your collarbone. You slid your fingers through his thick hair, and he knew what you wanted. Baekhyun sighed regretfully against your neck, his warm lips kissing, stroking. “I can’t, jagi, I’m sorry. Not where they’ll see.” Your body shuddered under his, and he bit his lip, trying to hold onto his control. With a throaty moan, you pushed him down your body, pressing his mouth to your breast.

“Yes, yes,” you panted, and he gave in, gave you what you wanted. Opening his mouth over your firm little breast, he sank his teeth into the warm, yielding flesh, sucking as he bit. You arched, throwing back your head and opening your mouth, but before you could cry out, he brought his hand up to your mouth, clamping it over your cry of satisfaction. You opened your eyes in surprise, and he looked up at you just in time to see your pupils dilate with desire. He groaned against the nipple in his mouth as you tugged his hair, and dragged the flat of your tongue over his palm. He knew just what that clever little tongue could do, and he wanted it.

Your rosy brown nipple popped out of his mouth as he turned his head to rest his cheek against your soft breasts, trying to control himself. Why had he started this? It was driving him crazy, the urge to bite, to lick, to taste, the urge to pull you down onto your knees and feel your suckling little mouth driving him crazy. He nuzzled your breasts, and you moaned behind his palm at the heated sensation of his cheek against your sensitive nipples.

He had to take control again, or he would forget what he was trying to do, and the whole house would know what you were doing. Baekhyun climbed to his knees and crawled behind you, fitting your small, soft body to his hard frame without moving his hand from your mouth. His shaft lay cradled at the cleft of your soft cheeks, but he just had to ignore that. Ignoring it would be a lot easier, he thought grimly, if you would stop sliding yourself seductively up and down his dick, forcing more pre-cum to paint your firm cheeks, inviting him to slide between them and thrust while you clenched around his length, your rosebud tickling the underside of his shaft until he blew all over your back.  

Baekhyun wrenched his mind back to the present. He slid his right hand under your right arm, curving it up over your chest, and switched hands over your mouth. He then had to bury his face in your hair to stifle a laugh as he heard you giggle, felt the bubbles of sweet laughter tickling his palm. He slipped his left arm under your left arm, curving it around your waist until you both were almost in the same position you had been when he started this game. This time, however, instead of seductively stroking the soft skin of your little belly, he let his hand wander lower, stroking the tips of his fingers over your soft curls. You lay quiet in his arms, your eyes closed as you blossomed under his petting.

You started to squirm as his hand moved lower, moving your head against the palm held so firmly over your mouth. Baekhyun brought his mouth to your ear, breathing, “Moan, jagi. I have you agiya, no one will hear. Make as much noise as you want.” You were about to playfully nip him for his overconfidence, when his questing fingers found your swollen bud, and you thrashed in his arms, hips arching, trying to rub against his fingers. You were moaning, whimpering without even knowing it, as his fingers slid under your hood, pulling it back to expose the pink pearl that was the centre of your most intense pleasure. He trailed a fingernail over the top and, without meaning to, you bit him. Baekhyun grunted, feeling his dick pulse in answer, his balls so full, so heavy with cum that they burned. He groaned against your neck. It was such a good burn…

You whimpered as he slid his fingers away from your sensitive clitoris to gently tug at your inner lips with the webs of his fingers. “Do you like that, agi? Do you like my big, strong hand playing with your wet little cunt?” he whispered wickedly, running the tip of his tongue over the shell of your ear. You shivered at his words, squirming in his arms as he played with your sensitive, swollen lips. You felt him smile against your ear as he drew back his hand and lightly tapped you, each tap sending streaks of pleasure like lightning through your erect little pearl, to spread up to your aching, tingling nipples.

Baekhyun bit his lip as he felt your wetness coating his fingers, connecting his fingers to your sex with each playful tap. You were so wet. He could feel it seeping back between your thighs to soak his curls and slowly drip teasingly down his balls. Without thinking, he quickly pumped against your wetness, rubbing his balls against your dripping opening, covering himself with your heat, your scent.

He moved his fingers lower, to trace his your opening. Baekhyun felt you go still, as he let his fingertips explore. He could feel little flutters kissing his fingers, and he groaned against your shoulder, thinking about how good they were going to feel gently clamping down on his aching cock. He started to slide two fingers into you, but stopped when he felt you shaking your head.

He moved his hand from your mouth, and you twisted to look up at him, whispering, “No, I want you…”

He nuzzled your mouth, purring darkly. “You’re going to have me, jagi. I’m just going to make you come on my fingers first…”

You whined softly, "I want you, Baekhyunnie. Please, I need you… Stop teasing me…I need to feel you filling me up, thrusting into me, owning me, making me yours…” You punctuated each new idea with a slow roll of your body, brushing it against his.

Baekhyun groaned into your hair, your words and movements making his dick ache so bad, that he didn’t think that he could stand it much longer. He was panting as he said, “But I thought you liked it when I touch you…when I pet my princess…when I make you lose control all over my fingers…”

Your eyes closed and you purred at his words. “I do…I like that….I love it,” you admitted. “But I need to feel you inside of me, losing it…losing yourself…” You twisted just a bit further and licked his mouth.

His control snapped. He flipped you over, pulling you onto your knees and opening them wide. Baekhyun wrapped his wet fingers around your hip, lined himself with your opening, and then slowly slid inside. You gasped at the feeling of being stretched and filled, and Baekhyun slipped his other fingers into your mouth, feeling your tongue sliding over them, closing his eyes as he imagined how good that wet tongue would feel on his cock. Mmm, later.

With firm, shallow thrusts, he was soon inside of you, your soft cheeks pressed against his pelvis, the backs of your warm thighs firmly resting against the hard, flexing fronts of his. He leaned over your body, resting his chest against your back. Your bottom was up in the air, your cheek against the bed, your mouth steadily sucking on his long fingers. He loved you in this position, open, helpless, wanton. He knew that you loved it, too; loved the feeling of being overtaken, filled, covered by him. He sank his teeth into your shoulder as he began to thrust, firmly holding you in place with one hand kneading your soft breasts, teasing your pouting nipples as the other slowly drew his fingers in and out of your mouth in a teasing counter rhythm. You had an oral fixation, and it was his deepest pleasure to indulge it at every possible opportunity.

You whimpered around his fingers, sweetly sucking as your cunt milked his cock, coaxing him to release the cum boiling in his swollen balls. Baekhyun groaned incoherently into your shoulder, suckling and licking the hungry bites that he lavished against your creamy shoulder. As much as you were able, you arched your back, nuzzling his forehead, encouraging him. He gave it to you like he knew you liked it, slow, hard thrusts, each one making your body jump with its force.

Despite your small size, you were no wilting flower. He knew that you could take it, and that you reveled in him losing himself with you. He paused to slowly circle his hips, making you grind against him. He tore his mouth away from your shoulder to whisper roughly into your ear. “That’s it, jagi, take what you want. You like it when I take you like this? Hard and rough? Mmm…” He nuzzled your ear. “Just looking at you spread out before me makes me want to come. I can feel you tightening around my hard dick, milking it…” He thrust his hips hard, making your breasts bounce as you took his cock. “You like taking my cock, don’t you, agiya? Like to ride it…cover it with your slippery wetness…”

By this point, Baekhyun almost didn’t even have to move. You were sliding up and down his thick pole on your own, his words driving you into that special place where all you cared about was feeling him filling you up, rubbing his body against yours, covering you with his scent. All the same, he kept up with his thrusts because they just felt so good. Every inch of his thick cock felt like it was being licked with tongues of maddening, teasing fire and he wanted more. He wanted to feel you clamp down on him, wanted to feel your wetness seeping out of your stretched cunt, around his thick base to drip down his balls, to slide down his thighs.

You pouted as your husband removed his clever fingers from your breasts. When he slid them over your hungry pearl, however, you thrashed underneath him, bringing him dangerously close to the brink. He paused, not moving, just letting you work yourself on his swollen shaft, each clench and flutter making his stomach tighten with the need to come. When you had worked yourself into a steady rhythm, he began to move, making you gasp around the fingers he had buried in your mouth at the double sensations of his cock plundering your sensitive cunt, and his strong fingers working your erect, sensitive bud.

Baekhyun rested his cheek against your back, rolling his hips in opposition to his fingers pinching and plucking at your pearl, gently tickling the special spot under your hood that drove you crazy. All of the sensations were too much. You squirmed artlessly, feeling the electric sensation building inside, around your sensitive opening, still stretched to the brink around your husband’s thick driving dick, in your hard little clitoris, in your tingling nipples. Your mouth clamped on his fingers as your cunt clamped down on his cock, milking him as you came on his burning shaft.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he felt your release, heard your whimpering cries leaking around the fingers buried in your small, sucking mouth. He thrust once, twice, three times, and growled as his cock burst with cum. He could feel each pull as his balls drained themselves in your tight little fluttering cunt. With each spasm, he thrust deeper into you, needing to fill your tight sex, needing to splash his hot, creamy jizz all over your clamping walls, mark his territory even as your spasming sex sucked every drop out of him, owning all he was.

Baekhyun collapsed on top of you, gasping in your ear, groaning at the unbelievable relief of feeling his balls emptying themselves into you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and rolled, keeping you close to him as he nuzzled the back of your neck. He could feel you panting in his arms, and he moved a hand to slowly stroke your hip, calming you down. He smoothed his mouth over your neck, over your shoulder, whispering into your skin how much he loved you, how he belonged to you, how he could never have enough of you.

He turned you over onto your back, sliding under your arm, so that he could rest his head on your breasts, his broad palm spanning your belly as he stroked the soft, damp skin. You brought a weak hand to his head, threading your fingers through his hair, gently scratching his scalp, reveling in his adoration.

Just as you had almost drifted back to sleep, there was a knock at the door. Baekhyun lifted his head from your breast, preparing to ask who it was, when you both heard his mother say, “I’m going downstairs to start breakfast. Feel free to put on some clothes and join me.”

You looked mutely up at your husband, mouthing, “Does she know?“

He shook his head. She couldn’t know. You both had been quiet, he was sure of it…

His mother covered her mouth to stifle her laughter as she walked back toward her husband, and they made their way downstairs.

"So?” he asked, laughing at her impish expression.

“Oh, yes. They were definitely doing what I said they were doing,” she nodded.

“How did you know?”

She scoffed. “They were way too quiet. It was like…a black hole of noise. That drew my attention. And then I heard the bed moving waaay too much for proper REM attainment.” She sniffed, and then loftily said “Clearly they don’t appreciate the full scope of my powers.”

Her husband grinned at her. “Foolish mortals.”

“Aren’t they just?”

“Well, fortunately for me, I appreciate them.”

“Oh, I know. Especially the power of holiday breakfast.”

He nuzzled her neck as he began pulling her back up the stairs toward their room. “Oh, I don’t know…there are a few other powers that I think I appreciate a bit more…”

She giggled, as charmingly a young bride, as her husband began nibbling her neck. “Oh?”

“Oh, yes,” he asserted. “Why don’t you show off a few?”

She chuckled, tossing her head defiantly as her husband closed their bedroom door.

“Let them eat cereal.”

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