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spacequokka · 4 months
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For Me | Day 5
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Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader Genre: Fluff Rating: G Summary: Baekhyun invites you over for a Christmas movie marathon. Word Count: 1.3k Warnings: established relationship
Here's a fluffy drabble set sometime after part two.
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Baekhyun was the kind of guy who got hyped up for holidays. He always went all out for Christmas. Competing with his neighbors for the highest light bill generated by the decorative mass of lights and lawn decorations was his newest hobby. His apartment was no exception. The interior would make Martha Stewart proud with the copious amounts of garland, candy canes, and holly adorning every surface. The man was a menace, right down to his meticulously wrapped presents and perfectly hung mistletoe.
You knocked on the door, and it swung open instantly. Baekhyun greeted you with a bright smile on his face. He was wearing a red and green flannel, a Santa hat perched on his head, and had even drawn a fake white beard on with eyeliner. "_____! You made it!" he exclaimed and pulled you into a warm hug.
“If I missed this, you'd come find me and drag me back here," you replied, engulfed with the mixed scent of cinnamon and pine as it wafted through the door.
"Of course, it wouldn't be a Christmas movie marathon without you," Baekhyun chuckled, his voice filled with genuine warmth.
"Not true. You could snatch Taemin and never notice the difference."
"Please. He doesn't get why I watch the same movies every year." He stepped back and gestured for you to come inside, revealing his apartment transformed into a cozy haven of holiday delights.
"True, but I wouldn't say I entirely understand it, either." You shrugged. "I just like seeing that little giddy smile you get. It's cute as hell." Baekhyun blushed at your compliment, the warmth of the room seeming to intensify as his gaze met yours. "Besides, they're not bad movies, and I like free food."
"Well," He took your coat and traded your shoes for fuzzy slippers that matched his, "there's no shortage of food this year. I managed to get that chicken place we like to give me a catering discount."
"Catering? For just two people?" You looked at him then over his shoulder towards the kitchen. The buffet he'd set up looked like it could feed a football team. "You're gonna get sick from eating too much, watch."
"Nooo," he whined, throwing his arms around you again. "You're here to help too! Whatever's leftover will feed me for the rest of the week."
"As long as you're not trying to overfeed me." You led the way to the couch and plopped down. "So, what are we starting off with? Comedy? Horror? Hallmark?"
He settled down beside you with two mugs of hot chocolate. "I was thinking classics. How about Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer? I saw the DVD in store and got hit with nostalgia."
"Ooh! I love those. They have an old-school charm to them, like Charlie Brown era stuff."
"See? You get me! That's why you're my baby." He pulled you close and kissed all over your cheek. "Okay, okay. So I made the cocoa when I got your text, so it should be safe to drink. If you get hungry before this one's over, we can pause and load up."
You nodded. "Gotcha. Until then," you put your legs over his and cuddled into him, "I just wanna get warm."
"Oh, I'm great at that." He pressed his face into your neck, lips tickling your skin. "Just some touches and kisses and you'll be on fire."
"Oh my gawd, you goober. Stawp!" You giggled, weakly pushing at his head and hands until he pulled away. The loud fanfare of the movie drew his attention away, allowing you both to settle down. Moments like these were the best. Just being held in his arms, being the most important part of his cute little tradition, were the moments you lived for.
Neither of you spoke much during the movie until his stomach growled loudly. His face scrunched up, and he paused the movie, looking at you with puppy eyes. "Babe—"
"Time to hit up your buffet?" You suggested with a teasing smile. He nipped at your neck again, then nodded.
"Please?" His voice was muffled, making you laugh out at his silliness.
"Come on. Let's see what you got."
As he unwrapped and unboxed the feast he'd ordered, you regretted eating anything at all that day. The spread was enough to give Thanksgiving a run for its money. "Stop looking at me like that! It's not that much food."
"My love, not that much for who? Are you inviting more people over?"
He shook his head. "Nope. This is all for you—well, us—but I didn't want you to need to leave or order anything. I have a case of wine, desserts, even that honey bun you said you liked from the donut shop."
You mulled his words over. "Wait, how long am I staying?"
His eyes sparkled. "As long as you want to. You said you had a few days off and we've both been caught up with work…"
You put a hand over your chest, then pulled him in for another quick hug. "Jesus Christ. Every time I think I've seen you at peak cuteness, you raise the bar. My heart can't take this if you keep maxing out the adorable boyfriend on me."
He bit his lip, and for a second, you could tell he was lost in thought. "…Boyfriend."
You side-eyed him. "Yes." A Byun in deep thought could be a troublemaker if left to his own devices. "A boyfriend I love and adore very much."
He nodded and luckily left it at that, pulling out plates and forks for you while you picked up the pretty festive wine glasses he'd put out for the occasion. Soon enough, you both were back on the couch with your food and drinks, continuing the movie. When that one went off, he let you pick the next movie, so you opted for your favorite, The Nightmare Before Christmas.
"You know," you said in between bites of the crispy, fried chicken he went "to the ends of the world" to get, "their relationship reminds me of how ours started out. I'm really thankful we had the chance to change things."
He watched you for a bit, then nodded. "Me too. More than words can express." He picked up his cup for a swig of wine. "But I'd like to change things again."
You looked at him, eyes wide. "In what way?"
He put down his plate and wiped his fingers on a napkin, prompting you to do the same. Whatever he was about to say had to be serious. "Well," he rubbed his hands together, the movie quickly forgotten as it continued playing, "I bought this townhouse with the intention of you moving in with me at some point."
You nodded. "Yeah, that's why you insisted I tag along for the viewing."
He turned toward you. "We never really set a date for that, y'know? And with Christmas coming up, it feels like there's no better time than the present."
You couldn't help but smile. "Is this your way of asking me to move in?"
"I mean, I think I could do better, but--" You cut him off with a kiss before throwing your arms around him.
"Nah, I like this. It's all cute and flustered and you." You kissed his cheek before sighing. "You're lucky I've been thinking about it too, with me missing you so much. I realized I wouldn't have to miss you if I could wake up and go to bed with you. So, I may have been packing already."
"You're serious?" He pulled back to look at you. "Please, don't joke about this. I don't think my heart could take it."
You shook your head, smile growing wider. "I pretty much just need to hire a moving service and figure out what to do with the furniture I don't need to keep."
"I love you so much," he bear-hugged you, peppering your face with kisses. "Just hearing that makes me feel better. This will be the best Christmas I’ve ever had."
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kpop-stories-21 · 5 months
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Duty | Masterlist
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Group: SuperM
Pairing: ??? x Fem!OC
Ongoing Word Count:
Rating: 18-21+
Genres, Tropes, & AUs: Non-Idol AU, Secret Agent/Spy AU, Good vs Evil, Colleagues to Lovers, Smut, Fluff, Angst
Content & Trigger Warnings: Agent!Reader, Agent!SuperM, kpop companies as organizations, battles between rivals, mentions of past deaths, violence, fighting, blood, death, murder, minor character death, mxm relationships, polyamory
Summary: "We have to fulfill our duty to the agency." "What about our duty to each other?" Several years after the Incident that left South Korea's world of espionage shattered and torn, Jun Kyungshi puts together a team of top agents to hunt down those who caused the devastation and put an end to their dark plans.
Network pings: @cacaokpop-fics | @kdiarynet | @cultofdionysusnet
Divider courtesy of @cafekitsune
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Part One: Gathering Together
Prelude | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight
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nctsplug02 · 6 months
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Soft dom husband!mark , coming tired from practice and just needs his wife, fluff and smut pls add whatever u think will be fine, your mind works better than mine lol
Love your writings♡♡
Shower Sex M.Lee
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GENRE: fluff, smut, married couple.
WARNINGS: shower sex
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it was eleven-thirty at night and mark still wasn’t home.
the door unlocking has your ears perked up and has you pushing off the couch. you pause your show and walk towards the front door of the penthouse.
your husband walks in with his duffle bag hanging from his shoulder and his beanie nearly falling off.
“hey, markie. welcome home.” mark looks up and instantly smile. “oh, baby.” mark stumbles forward and drops his bag, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your neck.
“didn’t wanna use the elevator tonight?” your hands softly pat marks back and head. “it’s been such a long day and.. i really.. really needed to see you.” mark sighs heavily.
you pinch his red ears and smooth the shell. “i’ll reheat dinner and we can talk about how today was while we eat, yeah?”
mark pulls away from you and rubs his eyes. “i know— i’m sorry, baby. i wasn’t home for dinner.” you shake your head and kick the door shut with your foot, the top lock locks instantly.
“that’s alright, baby.” you cup marks face and you kiss his lips. “wanna take a shower instead? you’re kind of stinky.” you say with a giggle.
mark follows your giggle and groans. “i’d love to and i really don’t want to be a pain in the ass but.. i’m really sore and..” mark sighs and rubs his face.
“yes, mark. i can help wash you, that’s fine. you’ve been at practice for over twelve hours, you deserve a break and some caretaking.” you take his hand and drag him to the bathroom.
you don’t bother closing the door since it was just you and mark who lived in the small penthouse.
you undress mark who vents to you about his day, telling you how he barely took breaks because he didn’t want to mess up for their performances.
“okay, go in the shower first. i’m gonna grab some to towels and i’ll join you in a second.” you push mark towards the running shower but the butt naked man watches as you leave and come back with a stack of towels.
“mark,” you whine when seeing him just standing there . “you were supposed to go in the shower and soak up first.” you set the stack of towels on the toilet lid.
“i know,” mark bites his lip and places a hand on the door handle. “just wanted to wait for you.” he whispers and enters the shower.
you shake your head and undress yourself before joining mark in the hot, steaming shower.
“mm, the water feels amazing.” you shut your eyes and sigh. “you mind if i turn the water a bit colder?” you open your eyes to see mark already holding the faucet. “whatever helps you relax, baby.”
you let out a little gasp when the water turns icy cold. “geez,” you mumble, looking down when feeling your nipples grow crazy hard.
“sorry, babe.” mark holds your waist and rubs little circles on your soft skin.
you grab your navy blue loofa and squirt some watermelon body wash onto it, fluffing it up and turning to mark.
“you’ve been working so hard, markie.” you turn him around and scrub the loofa on his back. “i’m so proud of you, markie.” you then scrub his shoulders, a moan exhales from marks throat. “you’re a bit tight there, mark. i’ll give you a massage when we get out.” mark rolls his neck and sighs.
you turn him around and begin to rub the loofa on his chest. “you’re smelling a lot better than before.” you giggle and watch as he inhales the watermelon scent with a giggle.
you move down to his abs, lubing his body with the scented bubbles. “oh,” you stop when seeing how hard mark was.
you look up at mark who bites his lip and flexes his abs making his cock twitch and nudge your arm.
“should i wash this too?” you move the loofa down to his cock. “oh, fuck.” mark gasps and jerks, quickly grabbing your hand and looking down at you.
you bite your lip and grin. “may i?” mark takes in your puppy eyes and nods. you drop the loofa and grab mark by the base.
“you’re so hard.” you whisper, jerking him off and washing away the bubbles. “geez, y/n.” mark groans as you take him in your mouth.
you circle your tongue around his tip and tease his tiny slit. you moan around him as the tip of your tongue massages right under his head.
“ooh, fuck.” mark pants, placing a hand on your head and forcing himself to stop himself before he gets out of hand.
you drop your hands and look up at mark, softly nodding and allowing him to fuck your face. you shut your eyes while mark forces his cock down your throat.
your throat tightens around mark and he moans loudly. his noises bouncing off the tight shower walls. “fuck, y/n. f—fuck!” mark pants and groans, hugging your head and keeping his stuttering hips in place.
marks cum shooting down your throat while you choke and slap his thigh. “just a little bit more, baby.” mark mutters, bucking his hips as if your nose wasn’t already touching his abdomen.
marks tip tickling the back of your throat causing you to gag. your eyes water and tears slip past your cheeks.
you gasp and fall on your ass when mark releases you. you wipe the drool from your chin and attempt to catch your breath. globs of tears slip down your cheeks and the shower quickly washes them away.
“i’m sorry, baby.” mark helps you up and hugs your body against his. “i got a bit outta control.” mark presses a few kisses on your shoulder and jaw.
“that’s okay,” you pinch his ears and rub his jaw. “you feelin’ better?” mark looks up at you. “a little bit. but,” you raise an eyebrow. “but?” you question.
instead of answering, mark pins you against the wall and lifts your leg. he pins your thigh to his hips and slips his fingers into you.
“oh, fuck.” you gasp, dropping your head and letting your knees buckle. mark catches you and rests his forehead against yours, droplets fall from his nose and strands of hair.
“try and stay up for me, gorgeous.” mark mutters with a smirk.
it was torture, mark fingering you while telling you to not cum yet. his thumb rubbing your clit while he fingers push past your gummy walls. his fingers curling and brushing your g-spot.
“hold on, baby.” mark grunts as he grabs his dick and holds it against your entrance. “mark, please hurry!” you whine desperately.
“you’re so eager,” mark chuckles. “it’s pathetic.” he scoffs and pushes himself into you.
you dig your nails into his shoulders as mark brings you to your tip-toes. mark squeezes your thigh and moans as you tighten around him.
mark fucks you quickly.
his hips smacking against yours roughly, his vocals kicking in and mixing with yours. the sounds of skin smacking against skin echos in the small shower.
“oh, mark.” you moan, pulling him closer so that his chest is pressed against yours. “i’m gonna cum, mark.” you gasp as mark rolls his hips and pushes himself deeper inside you.
you hug mark tightly as you cream all over mark. “s—shit, y/n!” mark shudders and thrusts one last time before shooting his load into you.
uncontrollably, marks hips stutter into yours.
mark drops your leg and backs his hips up, just a bit so his cock falls out of you.
mark drops to his knees and lifts your other leg, giving the first leg a rest. “mark, what are you—?” mark gives you one look and buries his face between your thighs.
“oohh, wow.” you gasp and grab a fistful of his hair. marks tongue enters you before leaving and licking a long stripe on your clit.
“shit.” you hold your breath.
you run your fingers through his wet tangled hair while his tongue circles your clit. “fuck,” you groan and watch as mark eats you out like a hungry man. “oh, my god.”
mark turns his head and laps your juice from a different position.
“i’m gonna cum, m—markie!” you jerk forward as mark sucks your clit. his mouth fully attached to your clit, his only focus.
marks tongue suckles and brings your orgasm closer… and closer… and—
you shudder and let out a cry when your orgasm hits you. it stings you like a bee and doesn’t go away until mark is pulling away, heavily breathing.
his chest falls as fast as it rises.
“you taste,” mark wipes the back of his mouth with his backhand. “so fucking sweet.” he chuckles with a taunting smirk.
mark stands up with his hands on your hips.
“i do, huh?” your legs buzz and slowly turn numb. “you taste very sweet, baby.” mark pulls you by the waist and hugs you to his chest.
“i wonder how sweet you’re gonna taste.” mark inhales to say something but doesn’t say a word, instead he watches as you lower yourself onto your knees.
you bite your lip and grab him by the base, “mwah.” you press a soft kiss on his tip. “fuck, baby. this is gonna be a long night, huh?”
you swirl your tongue around his tip and hum. “uh-huh.” you giggle before swallowing him whole.
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AN| this was so shit but it’ll have to do for now! i love you all, i’m sorry for being inactive. i’m so busy! <3
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writemekpop · 8 months
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Stolen Kisses | Lee Taeyong
Summary:  Sneaking off to have sex is tough with a kid in the house.
Genre: Husband!Taeyong, domestic AU, fluff
Word Count: 0.7k
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“Yeah, baby, just like that.” 
Taeyong’s breaths were hot against your ear.
With a pre-schooler in the house, you didn’t have a lot of time to be intimate. Whenever you had the chance, you were on each other like teenagers.
He was lying on top of you, arms either side of your head, biceps bulging with the effort. 
You were lying beneath him, stark naked. Only a thin sheet covered you both. 
You secretly loved sneaking around with Taeyong. It made you feel alive. 
His hips were rocking against yours at a sinful pace. You bit your lip to keep yourself from moaning. 
It was crazy to have sex at 5pm, when your daughter was down for her nap – but after Taeyong spent the whole of lunch with his eyes gazing suggestively into yours, winking whenever your daughter wasn’t looking, you couldn’t resist.
Taeyong looked at you like he was a starving man, and your body was the only food.
You turned your head to the side. That’s when you noticed two wide brown eyes staring at you from the dark. 
You yelped. 
Taeyong’s body stiffened. He lifted his head and followed your gaze. When he saw what you were looking at, he swore. 
It was Yumi, your four-year-old daughter. Her purple tie dye pyjamas were crumpled, her face was puffy with sleep, and her black hair was a bird’s nest. 
“Mommy, daddy, what are you doing?” 
You froze. This was your worst nightmare - worse than when you walked out with your school skirt tucked into your panties, with the entire high school sniggering at your exposed butt. 
Taeyong smoothly got up from the bed and wrapped the sheet around his lower half. He pulled the duvet over your naked chest. 
Normally, you were calm in a crisis, and Taeyong was the flustered one, but today, it seemed you had switched. 
Taeyong smiled in a way a schoolteacher might. “Daddy and mummy are having some grown up time. Go to your room sweetie, we’ll be there in a minute.”
The little girl looked at Taeyong, and then at you. Then, she shrugged her shoulders, said “okay”, and padded away. 
You didn’t realise that you’d been holding your breath this entire time. 
You exhaled, feeling dizzy. “Holy shit. Do you think she… saw anything?” 
Taeyong smiled softly. “She’s four. Even if she saw something, she’s not going to know what it means.”
You watched him as he put on his grey sweatpants. You admired his lean yet muscular form, and the many small tattoos that graced his skin. You thought about how much you wanted to kiss them, but then your daughter’s face flashed into your mind’s eye, and you grimaced. 
“How are you so calm about this?” 
Taeyong smiled wistfully, eyes staring off into the distance. “This happened to me once before.” 
You frowned. “When?” 
Taeyong pulled his hand through his silky hair. “Um… my ex’s kid once walked in on us, you know… doing it… on the couch. So I know exactly what to say – it’s a grown-up hug, privacy is important, it’s not your fault, blah blah blah.”
You scowled. You knew Taeyong had had lovers before you, but you didn’t like to be reminded of it.  
Taeyong grinned and stroked your arm reassuringly. It was like he could read your mind. He always knew when you were jealous. 
“Come on, momma.” He purred. “Let’s go and reassure our girl, then we can finish what we started.” 
You bit your lip. Taeyong was a hard man to resist.
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After twenty minutes of comforting your daughter, she finally went to sleep. 
You and Taeyong went back to your bedroom, hand in hand.  
You groaned and leaned your head against his sculpted shoulder. “That was so embarrassing. We are never having sex again, like ever.” 
Taeyong chuckled, deep and manly. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, and placed long, opened mouthed kisses on your skin that made your entire body buzz. 
“I’m sure I can convince you.” 
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kjdkive · 7 days
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hiiii ! loved the girl dad!jaehyun texts, can i request a mark ver please ? 🤭 love uuu
girl dad! mark lee
warnings: k word jokes, kind of suggestive
a's/n: thanks anon for requesting this, you brought me back to life <33 requests keep this acc alive for anyone who cares hahaha
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taetr4ck · 2 months
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Could I ask for mark x reader texting during/after an argument?
MARK AFTER AN ARGUMENT TEXTS !
mark lee x reader, no warnings — fluff, angst
a/n : OF COURSE MY LOVEEEEEE here you go ! mwah 🩷 (i should go to jail for making this criminally short wtf)
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⋆ taetr4ck, est may 2023. / requests open
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youaremycosmo · 7 months
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《Press here》 taemin x reader scenario
Firstly i wanted to say big thank you for everybodyone who read my previous scenario and liked it! Actually i have so much things in mind, and i'm planning to make some kind of story <3 still it's so much work haha This scenario was inspired by Taemin's sweet instalives, hope you'll enjoy it!
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Word count// 1,008 words
Pairing// Taemin x you
Summary// Little sweet talk before sleep... or maybe something else :D
Genre// fluff + mild naughty talk
Warnings// none MASTERLIST
- Ah, when will you be done? - Taemin groaned again in past twenty minutes, sitting in bed under the covers and staring at you constantly.
- Give me one moment more, please - you replied, slightly annoyed by his questions, and reached for another cream. You were sitting at your desk with your legs crossed and just have been doing your evening routine. The day was quite busy today, you had a test and a few classes, so it was relaxing to have some time to yourself.
Taem, however, was so impatient today. All the time he patted the spot next to him on the bed or pushed back the covers saying it's time for you to lay down. Yes, his arms were also a comfortable place to rest, but you needed soothing atmosphere filled with taking care of your body.
- Baby, you don't have to put on so many creams, you're already beautiful - Tae complimented you sweetly. You snorted under your breath at his words and glanced at him. Taem blew you a kiss and smiled widely.
- I'm beautiful because I put cream on myself, baby - you answered as lovingly yet artificially, looking back at the mirror. - Besides, you could take care of yourself too, if you're so bored…
- I already applied my cream - he said happily. - I smeared it on my face and… look, even my elbows are soft and moisturized! - he pulled up the sleeve of his Kuromi pajamas.
You blinked a few times as Tae showed you his elbow. Sometimes Taemin really said weird things and acted… at least unusual.
- I'm impressed, really...- you replied after a moment's thought, suppressing a chuckle. - Do you need some kind of reward for this?
- A kiss. I like kisses as rewards - he murmured, completely missing your sarcasm. His eyes went to the button as he started playing with it. In moments like these he definitely didn't look nineteen, with his cute expression and just being in his affectionate and clingy nature.
- You're too spoiled, definitely - you put eye pads and crawled over him to your side of the bed, pecking his lips lightly in the process. He was actually right, even those were moistured with strawberry lip balm.
- And that's not going to change because I like being your spoiled baby - he said with satisfaction, adjusting his pillow and laying down next to you. - What is it? - he asked, running his finger under your eyes.
- Eye pads. I'll take them off in a moment, you couldn't wait - you rolled your eyes, sighing heavily.
- Of course i couldn't wait to hug you - Taem smiled playfully and got a little bit closer. You just stared at each other faces in complete silence for a long moment. Even though you were further than usual, you could still feel the radiant warmth of his body, as well as the incredibly strong love written in his eyes as he carefully traced every inch of your face.
It was a few weeks now since you moved out from your parent's house. Everything still seemed so weird and kinda clumsy, because there wasn't anybody who would say what should be done in home. Of course you knew how to do household duties, but Taemin was much more laid back about it. He often said you shouldn't be so stressed about little mess or preparing meals, but you just wanted this place to be as comfortable as possible. Because it was your and Taemin's home.
You frowned slightly and leaned closer to his face. You reached for his chin, making him show you the right side of his nose. For a few days now, you have noticed a strange dot in this place, which finally today took on the right colors and showed its appearance. But it was still barely visible.
- I was wondering what is it, and you're just getting a mole here - you said thoughtfully. - You didn't have it before…
Taemin grinned, obviously pleased with your little discovery. - It's especially for you... Of course, besides it makes me even more handsome - he said amused, reaching for your hand.
You watched carefully as he gently flexed your fingers, leaving only your index finger.
- If you press here… - he put your fingertip to his new mole. - I love you - he tensed the body slightly, saying it in a changed voice.
You laughed out loud. - You're an idiot, I swear - you snorted and he undaunted pressed your finger to his nose again.
- I love you - he said again, this time looking deep into your eyes. - You can press whenever you need it - he murmured, kissing your fingers affectionately. Even though you had been together for over three years, all his gestures were still so tender and filled with undying emotion.
However, you bit your lip lightly, carefully reaching out your hand from Taem’s grip.
- What if I press here? - you asked with giggle, reaching quickly under the covers and squeezing his crotch lightly. Taemin widened his eyes in surprise, even moving his hips back slightly at your gesture. Well, sometimes your playful side would start when he didn’t expected it at all.
- Hey, I'm all romantic here, and you only think about one thing! - he said indignantly, but it caused him to let out a soft laugh. You knew it was just a cover and Tae loved being sweet and innocent as much as a little bit naughty.
- It's not true - you whined loudly and quickly sat on your boyfriend’s hips. - I'm currently thinking of pressing more points on your body than just one - you added excitedly. - And the first one is here - You touched his lips with fingertips.
- Can I say something anyway? - he asked quietly, visibly stifling his giggle.
- Aish, let it be. Quickly - you rolled your eyes, taking your fingers slightly away.
- You look so weird with those eyepads, I won't be able to focus - he said completely seriously just to burst out in laugh, to which you started to hit his arms in annoyance. Sweet talk switched to lighthearted wrestling match just in few seconds, but it was so you and Taem.
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marklydaydreams · 1 year
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[11:36 pm]
The room was soaked in a deep moonlight blue.
There was no sound save for the ticking of the clock, which steadily shifted towards midnight.
Mark was asleep when you came in, wrapped up in the comforters. His hair fell softly over his forehead — a shock of black against the white of the pillows.
Mine, you thought. Mine, mine, mine.
Mark stirred as you walked over to him, and reached out to push his hair out of his face. He leaned into your touch, sighing when you left a kiss on his forehead. There was nothing else and yet you felt like you couldn't breathe. He fell back asleep. You walked over to your side of the bed, making yourself comfortable under the sheets that all smelled like him. Mark turned over and wrapped his arms around you, all warmth and long legs. You could think of nothing but him.
All yours, you thought. Yours, yours, yours.
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markflrt · 1 year
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i'm sleeping in the couch tonight | l.mk
pairing: lee mark × fem. reader
warnings: none(?
genre: fluff, crack (TikTok prank)
ara's note: I wanted to do a ot7 NCT dream reaction but I don't have enough imagination lmao, also I wanna clarify that English is not my first language and there's probably some grammar mistakes, sorry ;-;
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mark arrived early today and after having dinner together, you were cuddling in the couch watching a silly romantic movie, when you suddenly remembered the prank you saw at TikTok today earlier. you weren't really sure how will he react, but nevertheless you wanted to try.
"mark" you said, that was the first part of the prank because you never call him by his name, he looked at you a little confused "what's up baby?" he says smiling, he already had sleepy eyes and looked so cute making you felt sorry for him "I think it's time to go to bed" you say kissing his cheek "but the movie didn't end yet" "I know but I feel sleepy already, don't you?" before he could say something he yawned making you smile "see? go to bed" he get up and make his way to the bathroom, and you started to prepare the couch for the prank.
when he came back he looked at you confused "are we having a sleepover at the couch or something?" you look at him "no, I'm sleeping here tonight. you can go to the bed" he rises his eyebrows surprised "wait. what?" he tries to grab your arm but you don't let him "what's wrong baby? we were ok just a few minutes ago. did I do something?" you laugh a bit finding him too cute to keep a serious face "no mark, i just wanna sleep here tonight"
he doesn't seem convinced with your answer "is it because I didn't let you hug me last night? I'm sorry baby i just felt so hot but we turn the ac tonight and you can hug me if-" "no is not because of that" "then tell me what is it" you lay down sending him a flying kiss "is nothing mark, good night"
"no baby…" he kneel down next to you and caresses your hair "tell me why are you acting like this" his voice became so soft and sad that you can't continue with the prank anymore
you get up and hug him "I'm so sorry baby is just a joke" you start to kiss his face and he looks even more confused now "what?" "I saw a TikTok prank and I wanted to see your reaction, I'm sorry" he hugs you back "that's not funny y/n, i thought something happened, but I'm glad that it was just a joke" you pout after hearing him calling you by your name and he laughs a bit. you kiss his lips slowly "don't call me y/n. call me baby" "well don't ever do that anymore please" he says. you can't help but laugh at how relieved he looks "now let's go to the bed I'm very tired" you nod and he picks you up in his arms carrying you into the room "this is the only place where you should be sleeping. with me"
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mykoreanlove · 2 months
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don't leave my side no
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Taemin would be the one dragging you with him to every social gathering, especially the ones held by his friends and acquaintances. He waited a lifetime for you and that was more than enough. Being apart for more than a second felt like torture to him. He needed you for his mind. His psyche. His soul.
Taemin would be the one eagerly happy seeing you get along with the most important people in his circle. He’d let you be on your own, yet always keeping an eye on you like a hawk. He loved watching you when you felt unnoticed, all natural and authentic.
Taemin would be the one to study your every expression, never needing to hear you express your thoughts since your face said it all. Every gesture, every mimic was infatuating to him. You were infatuating to him.
Taemin would be the one taking your hand and guiding you to sit on his lap, separating you from the crowd you were interacting with. He’d place kisses on your neck, whispering how much he missed you. He’d whine when you replied with laughter, since you hadn’t been away at all. But to him you were.
Taemin would be the one to miss your touch on his skin, igniting his flesh with fire. He’d be the one missing your scent, clouding his thoughts with desire. He’d be the one missing your beautiful eyes as he got lost in them, not even realizing how starstruck he was.
Taemin would be the one persuading you to go home. To leave everything and everyone behind – everyone but him. He’d be the one whispering dirty things into your ear, seducing you with a preview of what was to come. He’d be the one pushing your hips down on his lap harder, making you feel how badly he craved what you had to offer.
Taemin would be the one to carry you into the bedroom like a princess but made love to you like you were a whore. He’d cater to your every desire, as long as you made him feel safe. Taemin would be the one to give you his all, going all in as long as you did the same. To him you were a precious jewel, someone that he longed for all his life.
Taemin would be the one thrusting into you while serenading declarations of love, eyes all glistening and vulnerable.
Taemin would be the one mumbling the dirtiest compliments, forgetting how shy he’d felt if the roles were reversed. He’d be the one holding you in his strong arms as you’d drift off to sleep. He’d be the one singing soundly, promising his undying love for you.
Taemin would be the one writing songs about situations like these, in which love met uncertainty. Because even if he was sure of his ever-lasting love for you, he could only hope you’d feel it, too.
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PAIRING : Ten Lee × Fem Reader
WARNINGS : None
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"Come on, love! I wanna show off my girlfriend." Ten whines, you are still skeptical because you and him are equally famous in different fields. Ten is an idol, and you are a scientist. You never thought the relationship between him and you would work out because he's a star and you are a workaholic who loved staying in your laboratory over time. Oddly, you made it through and always found both of you in his bed cuddled together. You reduced your overtime working, and he made sure to come home at night when no one can disturb your peace. Soon enough, the rumors of Ten having a girlfriend and the picture of you spread in the news.
You got threats, true, but Ten made sure to stay with you, and you always had bodyguards around because of your dad. Still, that doesn't stop the hate from reaching you. You were scared because he was the definition of beauty, and you were nowhere near him. Yet his bewitching eyes are hard to resist, so you sigh, "The paparazzi?" Adjusting his shirt, slipping off your shoulder. Ten grins because he knows you are convinced, "Don't care about it." he shrugs, springing to his feet and struts to his closet. He brings a black off-shoulder dress with black lace in the waist area and hands, stopping a little above the knee and all black three piece suit for him. You look at him with dread as he plops down next to you with a smile, "I'm not as beautiful as you, Ten. I-" You start but cut off immediately, but his lips harshly swallow the words of self-depreciation from your lips. His lips taste like wine, as his tongue glides inside your mouth, and you pull away after a few seconds, "Don't you dare." He mutters breathless against your lips. Your cheeks red with the blood rushing to your face.
"So up for flexing us?" He asks, hushed as he pulls you up to your feet, "Yeah." You answer, flushing red again when his fingers trace your curves with a sly smile.
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kiestrokes · 4 months
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Free for all for Vampire!Sunghoon ☕️ gimme whatever is on your mind
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Your Partner Won't Let You Sleep | NSFW + SFW
Idol Casting: Park Sunghoon of ENHYPEN. Kim Seungmin of SKZ. Liu Yangyang of NCT. Lee Taemin of SHINee. Rating: NSFW. Mature (18+) Minors DNI. + SFW. Genre: soft hours, hard hours, headcanon, imagine, fluff, crack, smut. Warnings: some super fluff, lovers spat, vampire, dhampir, cursing per usual.
Sexually Explicit Content: cuddling, kisses, hand holding, semi-non-explicit intercourse, biting, sleepy (consensual) sex, reproductive body parts aren't mentioned so this can be viewed as gender neutral.
🗝️ Note: Did a split of two NSFW and two SFW, because my vampire!Sunghoon fic isn't going to contain explicit smut. SFW is above the cut. Let me know if I missed anything in the warnings, hasn't been betaed. Your vamp ice prince @minttangerines
Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted below.
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Park Sunghoon (from a new titled vampire wip: Apricity) "Just stay up with me, I hardly ever have the opportunity to see a sunrise." Sunghoon sighs, gripping your wrist to keep you planted on the window seat next to him. You roll your eyes, enough of a response on its own before tacking on a snarky remark. "Because you're a vampire Sunghoon…in case you've forgotten." His eyes scale up to yours, solemn under his bold brows and you immediately shift your gaze out the window. Sunghoon's fingers release your wrist, but they take their time removing themselves entirely from your body. Drifting over your knuckles, pressing the tips of your fingers into the cold velvet of the cushion. You feel his gaze leave your face the same time his touch does, and the two of you sit in a thick silence watching the winter sky turn from a dusty indigo, drifting into a heather, smoky magenta, and finally a hazy tangerine.
Kim Seungmin Seungmin doesn't even allow you to enter the bedroom, so your storm off to the linen closet to retrieve the pillows and blankets reserved for guests. "You can't sleep on the couch!" You glower a him as you ceremoniously spread the blanket over the couch, "well someone won't let me in our room." You waste no time cocooning yourself in the blankets, ignoring when the cushions dip behind your knees. "I just don't want us to go to bed mad, jagi." You don't acknowledge him because you know those puppy eyes, he has going on will be your undoing. You wake up a couple of hours later crammed between the back of the couch and something solid pressing into your spine. You already know what, or better yet who it is, and you try to squirm away, but the long arm tucked around your waist squeezes you into the alcove of Seungmin's hips. "Don't leave me jagi, 'm sorry." His sleep damp lips pucker against the back of your neck. You sigh, your anger from earlier gone and roll over to pull your snoozing, black lab of a boyfriend against your chest. "If you're so sorry then you will do all of the chores tomorrow, even mine since I did yours today." Seungmin smiles in his sleep burrowing into your chest, "mmmkay."
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Liu Yangyang Ooof. Ok, let’s fucking do this. “Baobei, please let’s go to sleep already.” You whined as Yangyang shouted into the mic if his headset. "Just let me finish this round," he calls over his shoulder, not even sparing a glance in your direction. Frustrated, you take matters into your own hands. Tossing off the throw blanket, you abandon your nest on the sofa and prowl over to your boyfriend's gaming chair. Where you slip pointedly into his lap, facing him. "Baobe-" Yangyang starts but you don't give him the opportunity to finish, pushing the headset off and mashing your lips to his. You hear the controller tumble to the floor as his hands find your waist. "I want to go to bed." You punctuate each word with a kiss, making your point that you want him to also accompany you to bed. Yangyang's hands glide up your back, pressing you against him as he stands, walking you back towards the bedroom. Kisses and hands everywhere as the two of you shed your clothing. Falling into bed facing each other, slowly coming back together for a softer, drawn-out fuck. One that leaves you both shaking, limbs gelatinous, eyelids heavy as the two of you drift off to sleep entangled.
Lee Taemin TWO Taemin requests, RIP me. "Don't fall asleep before I get there." Taemin pleaded across the phone. "I won't, I won't." You assured him, wrinkling your nose in an effort to keep a yawn at bay. "I'll see you in thirty minutes, adorable." You of course fell asleep, Taemin decides to wake you up his way. Kissing every inch of exposed skin, biting over clothed parts to stir you. Once you're awake you're stripping him, and he is stripping you. The two of you can't get naked fast enough, and you can't get Taemin between your legs quick enough. Your mind only wants one thing, that's his talented hips thrusting into you and bringing you to orgasm. Taemin is happy to oblige, still riding the adrenaline high of his performance he brings you to climax a couple of times before giving into his own. Bowing over your body, damp forehead pressed against your clavicle, praising you and your body as his spills into you.
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hi can i request for mark smut where he's just obsessed with your boobs and nipples. like he doesn't even care if you're at public place he just needs to touch them. he also likes to play with your nipples at home hehehe
Do Not Touch Mark.L
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GENRE: fluff, smut, fwb
WARNINGS: kissing, flirting, banter, FWB, fingering, breast play, nipple play, riding, slight anal play, unprotected sex, spanking, standing doggy, mirror sex, public sex-ish, getting caught in the act, consented recording, possessiveness, and slight food sex play!
AN| i tried being cheesy by using MISAMO as my title.. get it.. hehe.. anyway, the first scene was inspired by a twitter NSFW artist!! this is their account and the art that really was stuck on my mind for a week! i’m gonna make a jaemin ver but i’ll keep itfor valentines… happy readings! ;)
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“mark, give up! just face the fact that you’ve used up all the syrup!” you say with your lips pressed together and curved down into a frown.
your brown syrup covered breasts pressed together as mark shakes the bottle and presses it firmly together to squeeze more syrup.
“there’s still a little more, baby. i promise, just be patient and wait with me.” the bottle of chocolate syrup farts and bubbles up as mark uses all his strength as an attempt to squeeze the rest of the syrup out from the bottle.
you sigh as your arms begin to cramp. “dude, my arms are starting to hurt.” you whine and drop your arms, your breasts falling with your arms.
“i know, baby. i know but just.. just a few more minutes, it’s almost all out!” his desperate bug eyes focused on the last tiny drop that teased him by taking its sweet time to drip from the bottle.
“mark, i’m just—“ as you go to sit up, mark pushes you back down and squeezes your breasts together, licking the last bit of the syrup from the tube and mouthing one of your nipple.
you moan and grab a fistful of his short locks. “you’re such a greedy jerk.” you mumble and lock your legs around his waist.
mark throws the bottle and it hits the closet door with a loud thud.
mark moans and moves to your other nipple. you squeeze your arms around his head and kiss his head. “are we done yet?” you ask, playing with his hair.
you give him a smack on the head when he doesn’t answer. “i’m hungry,” you whine. “i want to eat something.”
mark pulls away, his face absolutely covered in chocolate syrup. “eat this dick.” you shove his face and roll the two of you over. “you’re disgusting.” you slide off the bed and grab your clothes off the ground before leaving the room.
“i was just kidding, babe.” mark says while following you to the bathroom. “shut up and go cook me something.” you use a rag and you wet the material, squeezing out the extra water and wiping away the sticky syrup from your breasts.
mark watches with admiration and with a cute grin from the doorway.
“god, how did i let you get away with this idea. ‘such a stupid idea.” you sigh and wash the rag after cleaning your breasts with it.
you hang the rag and slip on your bra, taking little glances at mark who watches you through the mirror. “mind helping?” you struggle with your clips.
“mm,” mark pouts with a smirk. “after you calling me stupid, disgusting and a greedy jerk.. i think you can do it yourself.” his eyes squinting in a taunting way.
you turn to him while holding your straps. “okay, first; i didn’t call you stupid, i just said your idea was stupid. second; i’m hangry and i’m gonna get more angry if you don’t help me. third—“
mark yanks you by the waist and kisses you. “shut up.” he whispers when pulling away. “or i’m gonna shove my dick down your throat.”
before you can protest your angry thoughts, mark spins you and grabs your bra clippings, clipping them together and spinning you back around. “c’mon, i’ll go cook us some ramen.”
mark takes your hand and drags you to his kitchen. “yeah, because that’s the only thing you can cook.” you mumble.
“you should be thankful you’re getting ramen instead of raw, burnt eggs.” you glare at him from behind and you can visualize his smirk.
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mark walks into the practice room with two bags of candy and drinks. “oh, finally.” he huffs when seeing the peacefully sleeping haechan on the couch.
“how’d you tire him?” mark asks, removing his black mask and black beanie. “y’know, did what i always do to tire you out.. a little bit of cowgirl.. missionary.. and a blowjob.. whatnot.” you shrug while scrolling on your insta feed.
“hey!” you whine when your phone is snatched from you. “don’t say those type of shit, y/n.” you glare up at him and giggle. “gotcha there, didn’t i?” you stand up with your hands on your hips. “don’t be jealous, remember you’re the one who said no strings attached.”
mark chews the inside of his cheek and watches as you walk past him.
“so, what kind of snacks did you get?” you dig through the bags and pull out a few snacks and drinks. “mm, chocolate covered mushrooms, yum.” you tear the bag open and plop one of the treat into your mouth.
you moan and grab another one. “thanks, markie.” you smacks your lips together and toss a handful into your mouth.
you drop the bag of chocolate when being spun around. “hey!” you’re met eye to eye with an angry looking mark. “if you wanted some, you could’ve just asked.” you go to turn and grab the bag but mark drags you by your ankles so that you’re now underneath him.
“you like donghyuck?” your eyebrows pinch together. “are you actually jealous? really, mark? wow, who knew a little joke would make the mark lee jealous.” you scoff and marks jaw ticks.
mark looks down at your legs and then back up at you. “no, mark. haechan is sleeping right over there— he’s literally six feet away from us!” you didn’t actually know, you just didn’t want to be caught.
“pretty girl doesn’t want to be caught in the act, huh? that’s never stopped you, has it?” you press your lips together and glare up at mark who stands over you with a smirk.
“what, you don’t remember the time you snuck me in your room while your best friend was asleep on the floor next to us?”
you bite your lip. “ugh, you’ve made your point! stop being a jerk and hurry up.” mark watches as you undo your sweats but he stops you.
with frustration burning in your eyes, you glare up at him. “i thought this is what you wanted, no?!” mark shakes his head and quickly glances at haechan who stirs with a moan.
“c’mere,” mark pushes himself off his knees and walks over to the dim corner, he sits himself by the mirror and spreads his legs. “c’mon, brat.”
with a huff, you crawl over to mark, sitting in between his legs with your back against his chest and your knees barely pressed against your chest.
“stay quiet for me, yeah?” mark whispers and gives you a kiss on the shell of your ear.
with your shirt pushed up and exposing your breasts and your sweats pushed down by your knees, mark fingers you with one hand and uses the other hand to tweak your nipples.
his fingers moving fast and curling every time they enter you. his lips softly cursing into your ears while you quietly moan.
his hand curling up and his palm rubbing against your clit. you roll your hips as an attempt to get more pleasure from his palm.
“i’m gonna cum— fuck!” you whimper and gasp when seeing haechans body toss and turn on the tiny couch.
“i said to be quiet, didn’t i?” mark whispers.
you squeal as mark picks up his pace and fucks your pussy with his fingers. the thought of just his fingers getting you off blew your mind, he was talented in so many ways.
“mark,” you pant. “mark,” you roll your hips and grab the back of his neck, bringing his face closer to yours. “i’m cumming.” you whisper before clamping your legs shut and shivering with your orgasm.
you gasp and turn, burying your face into the broad chest of mark. “ooh, fuck!” you cry out into marks chest and dig your nails into the back of his neck.
“ah, fuck. that’s it, baby.” your hand squeezes marks wrist as he tries to keep fucking you with his fingers. “stop, stop..” you pant and push yourself from mark.
mark stares at you, his chest rising slowly and shrinking in the same pace. a worn out grin on his face as he watches your legs twitch and you sitting so breathlessly.
“you’re mean, mark.” you pull your bra and shirt into place and move onto your pantie and sweats. “you know you love it, brat.” you stand and tie your messed up hair into a high ponytail.
“what do you say,” mark stands and grabs you by the waist. “head back to my place?” he bites your shoulder as he stares you down through the mirror.
“we can’t just leave haechan here by himself.” you drop your hands after tightening your pony. “he’s a big boy, he can handle being alone.”
“yeah, i’ll be fine.” haechan says nonchalantly.
you gasp and turn to haechan who lays on the couch with an arm over his forehead. “no fucking way.” you mutter and walk towards the pile of stuff, grabbing your bag and leaving the practice room.
“nice tits and moans, y/n.” haechan says with a small giggle.
mark sighs and chases after you.
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“hey, hey, you’re my favorite kind of night.” the song sings while you circle mark with a hungry look in your eyes.
mark grabs your waist and dips you in a circle, gradually grinding his hips into yours. “so, i love when you call unexpected.”
he brings you back up and your noses are barely inches apart. “‘cause i hate when the moment’s expected.” you look at his lips then back at his eyes before smiling cheekily.
you step back from him, slowly and matching the beat. mark follows, curling his lips as he pops his body to the beat.
“so, i’ma care for you,” you stop and look to the side. “you,” mark snakes his hands up your waist and under your breasts. “you.” he smirks and gropes your breasts.
you shove him off you and walk away from him, shutting off the music and turning back to the mark and the crowd.
“damn, you guys choreographed this?” taeyong asks while slipping on his beanie.
“yeah,” mark smoothly fixes his hard-on while staring you down.
“the tension is there, it’s sexy.. hot.. hungry.. just a sexy type of tension is what i’m getting from this routine and i love it.” johnny says.
you snatch your water bottle and unscrew the top. “that’s what we were going for, weren’t we, y/n?” you nod while chugging down a few gulps.
“we’re still working on a few things. i’m a bit rusty and mark has to.. loosen me up a bit.” you screw your lid back on and wipe your sweat away with your backhand.
“although,” you set your water bottle and catch everyone’s attention. “the boob grabbing wasn’t apart of the routine, now was it, mark?”
everyone turns their attention to mark who turns into a tomato. “uhh.. it wasn’t.”
“i think it looks amazing right now.” jungwoo comments. “thanks, pup.” you wink and jungwoo who giggles right after.
“i think you guys should keep that part in, it makes the tension and chreo look more better and attractive.” one of the dance instructor comments.
you look at mark while biting your thumb. “i guess we could make it work, can’t we, markie?” mark lifts his eyes to you and slowly his lips turn into a smirk. “yeah, i guess we can.”
you sigh and clear your throat. “well, i have to go. need to go feed my friends cats and turtles since he’s on vacation in italy.” you grab your things and leave while bidding everyone, excluding mark, a goodbye.
excluding mark; you were going to see him later anyway.
“yeah, yeah. see you guys later!” you could hear marks faint voice while you turned a corner.
feet hitting the floor and loud pants have your head turning. it was mark obviously.
“mark, go back to practice. you’ll see me later.” mark grabs your hand and turns you. “he?” your eyebrows pinch confusingly. “what are you talking about?”
“you said he earlier in the practice room. who is this he dude?” you roll your eyes and fix the strap on your shoulder. “it’s just an old friend from my high school.”
when you try to walk past mark, he pushes you against the wall. “old friend, huh?”
you could hear faint voices from the next hall and it triggered your brain. “mark! get off me, do you want people seeing us like this?!” you whisper and push mark.
mark looks toward the direction where the voices could be heard and sighs, taking your hand and dragging you to an empty dance studio.
“i don’t care, y/n.” mark says after shutting the door, he hits the lights and lights the room in a dim way.
“what do you mean you don’t care, mark. what’s been up your ass this past week? being possessive, obsessive, clingy, bold and letting us get caught by haechan? you’re the one who started this, mark. sure, we fuck but you said no strings attached. stop tugging me in different directions and give me a full on answer!”
after your little rampage, mark grabs you by the jaw and slams his lips against yours. you kiss back and moan, ignoring the taste of blood mixing with his sweet watermelon chapstick.
marks hands move down to your breasts and he tugs down the stretch fabric. exposing your breasts and letting your nipples grow hard.
“fuck,” you mumble in between the kiss and drop your bag, it hits the floor with a thud.
mark grabs your leg and pins your thigh against his waist. you moan when feeling his hard bulge pressed against your thigh.
mark pulls away, biting his lip. “you taste so sweet.” he lifts you off the ground and brings you over to the couch.
“can you be a good girl and ride me?” you bite your lip and slide off marks lap. you kick off your shoes and undress yourself all while mark pushes down his sweats and frees his hard-on.
with excitement bursting through every part of your body, you climb back on marks lap and sink yourself down his cock.
with moans coming from both you and mark, you bounce your hips slowly. taking in the thickness and length of mark.
“you feel so good, markie.” you moan and hide your face in the crook of his neck.
you squeal when mark lands a spank on your ass. “you’re doing so well for me, baby.” mark groans, cupping your ass with his hands and giving your ass more spanks.
you roll your hips side to side and in circles. every now and then, clenching around mark who’d groan every time you did that.
mark reaches in his pocket and pulls out his phone. “wh— what’re you doing?” you ask while panting and slowing your hips down.
“can i record this?” you look behind you to see your ass pushed out with mark inside you, the view in the mirror was amazing.
“yes,” you turn back to mark.
mark hits the record button and spanks you, you let out a moan and jerk forward. the head of marks cock stays out inside you before mark pushes down your hips.
“oohh, fuck.” you sigh, the thickness of mark filling you up oh, so perfectly.
you bounce your hips and hug mark to your chest, his mouth collecting your nipple. you moan and arch your back, pushing your breast more into his face.
mark brings his hand up to his mouth and sucks on his finger. you gasp and slow down your hips when feeling mark push a finger into your ass. “mark,” you whisper. “i’m sorry,” he pulls his finger away from you. “i should’ve asked first.”
you look down at him. “no.. it’s fine, i.. liked it.” mark smiles a little and circles your rim before pushing in gently.
you pick up your pace and bounce your hips in the same pace as before.
“fuck,” mark growls and stops recording. he tosses his phone aside and picks you up, gently setting you aside and then pulling you off the couch with him.
mark kicks off his shoes and steps out of his sweats.
“i want you to watch me fuck you.” mark pulls you in front of him with his hands on your naked hips.
mark knocks your legs apart and bends you forward. he grabs his cock and looks at you through the mirror. “watch, alright?” you nod and stumble forward when feeling mark push into you.
“oh, fuck.” you moan, hands on your knees while you watch as mark lifts his shirt, tucking it under his chin and showing off his shaded abs.
mark holds your hips with both his hands and fucks into you. his hips already roughly pounding into you. your loose hair bouncing with every thrust.
“you feel so good, y/n. so fuckin’ good.” mark moans and tilts his hips to the side, giving himself a good view of his cock slipping in and out of you.
mark hisses and pinches your hips while thrusting his hips. his hands coming up and grabbing your shoulders, pulling them back and tucking his arms under yours.
your back to his chest, your breasts bouncing freely, you on your tiptoes and your hands grabbing marks nape.
“fuck, baby.” mark hugs your waist with one arm and uses the other hand to rub your clit.
your knees buckle and your moans fill up the room. you free mark and you fall forward, knees bent and hands on them while mark still fucks you.
“you’re so perfect.” you clench around him and squeeze your knees together. “i—i’m cumming.. god, i’m gonna fucking cum.” you mumble, eyebrows pinching together as you frown.
“yeah, baby. cum on my cock. show me how good i fuckin’ make you feel.” without being told another time, you cum.
creaming all over marks cock before he shoots into you without warning. “fuck— mark!” he pulls out and jerks himself on your back.
mark pulls you up and turns you to him. “so,” he sighs and holds your waist. “how’s that for an answer?” you bite your lip and look down, trying to hide your flushed face.
mark grabs your jaw and makes you look him in the eyes, his eyebrows flicking up once, asking you to answer.
“it’s a.. good way to answer.” mark kisses you with a giggle. “exactly, now let me clean you up then we can go get dinner and talk about this whole situation.”
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“so, you like me.” you say, chewing down your chicken drumstick.
mark snorts, “and, you like me.”
you look to the side and grab your cola can, chugging a bit down and sighing at the fizzy after taste in your throat.
mark sets down his chicken breast and grabs a small onion ring. “miss y/n,” you look down at his hand and snort. “will you do the honors and be my one and only girlfriend.”
mark holds the onion ring with two hands and touches his chin to his chest. “i, (last name) y/n, will do the honors and be your one and only girlfriend.” you hold out your hand and mark slides the onion ring on your middle finger.
“cute.” you examine the onion ring.
“look at me, baby.” you look up to see mark holding his phone up in a position that said he was ready to take a photo.
you hold your hand with the onion ring next to your face and you smile big.
“say, cheeseee!” mark says.
“cheeseee!” you repeat after him with a giggle.
when seeing mark lower his phone, you lower your hand. “you’re so beautiful.” mark giggles and shows you the photo. “you’re good at taking pictures.”
“i’m even better at taking videos. you should see the one i took earlier.” you gasp.
the video he took earlier in the practice room!
“you better delete that, mark lee!” you whisper in a hushed tone. “but, send it to me before you do.”
mark reaches over the table and rubs your cheek, you lean into his touch before he hands disappears. “wha— mark!” you tsk and smack his hand away when feeling his hand cup your breast.
“we’re in public, you perv!” you repeated push his hand away when mark comes back for more. “that’s never stopped us before, has it?”
“oh, shut up! do not touch, mister mark lee.” you back up with your hands crossed in front of your chest.
“i’ll always have access later.” mark says with a shrug.
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AN| pt.2 | just like my PUNCH post, it literally has ALMOST nothing to do with the title. i tried to including it but i only tried to include it after i wrote everything and it just didn’t work out for me. but, omg i’ve been so obsessed with ‘Do Not Touch’ by MISAMO. it’s me and sneakylinks current new song beside ‘New Jeans’ by NewJeans. anyway, i hope you enjoyed reading this even though it got very sloppy in the end (i really wasn’t feeling the ending). love you all and thank you to the anon who sent this in a while ago.. i only just answered this now.. sorry, love you! <3
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writemekpop · 8 months
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Live A Little | Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul (Ten)
Summary: You knew that a holiday with your best friend Ten would be wild… you just didn’t expect to fall in love with him.
Genre: Friends to lovers AU
Word count: 1k @tyongie
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“Ten, what are you doing? You’ll get soaked!”
You watched in horror as your best friend Ten ran out from under the bridge, right into the thunderstorm.
Ten stood in the middle of the empty road, arms flung out, face tilted up to the sky.
Thick, warm drops of monsoon rain soaked him in an instant. The rain slid down his body, darkening his clothes and making his T shirt cling to his slim, muscled frame.
Ten turned to look at you, his dark eyes glinting mischievously.
He cocked two fingers at you.
“Come here,” he said, smirking. 
“No way! I don’t want to catch a cold!”
Ten just smiled, and turned his head to the sky once more. His handsome face was smooth, blissful. The rain soaked his plump lips.
Your eyes traced the droplets that curved down his Adam’s apple and pooled in his collar bones. The sight of him sent shivers down your spine. You couldn’t tear your eyes away. Ten had never looked less like your loveable best friend. He looked like a beautiful stranger.   
Not one drop of rain had touched crisp white shirt and business skirt. You could feel your bra digging into your skin, and your tight bun made your head throb.
You wanted to be carefree like Ten. You wanted him to lick your wounds and kiss your worries away. A strange feeling was swelling inside you. You realised that Ten was the answer to every question that had filled your head since you got here.
The realisation that you were in love with your best friend hit you like a truck.
You pulled out your bun, letting your hair fall past your shoulders.
Then, you took a deep breath and stepped out from under the bridge.
The rain drenched your body. It was warm, soothing your tightly wound muscles, coaxing a moan from your lips. 
Ten’s head turned towards the sound.
He walked towards you. His sly smirk transformed into a full-on grin by the time he reached you.
“Look who finally let her hair down,” Ten teased, twirling a soaked curl of your hair between his fingers.
You grasped Ten’s hand and pressed it against your chest, hoping he could feel your thundering heartbeat under his palm.
Ten’s brows quirked up.
Your words died on your lips. What did you want?
“I want – I want to be free like you,” you said, gulping. “I want… to be passionate like you. I want…”
Ten hummed, pretending to think.
Ten watched you with cold interest. “Is that all?”
“I want you,” you finally said.  
“You just have to do one thing,” he said, trying not to smile.
“Anything,” you gasped.
“Close your eyes.”
You let your eyelids fall shut. Your whole body felt alive, every cell was pulsing.  
At first, nothing happened. All you could feel was the rain splashing against your face. You stayed still, hoping, praying…
Then, suddenly, you felt warm, plump lips pressing against yours.
You gasped. You had never kissed your friend before. You didn’t even think you were his type. But the more you kissed, the more right it felt. It was like something had been missing in your relationship all these years, and this was it. Ten’s body against yours – that was what you had been craving.  
You moaned against Ten’s lips, reaching your hands to tug through his soft, dyed hair.
Ten’s head tilted back, and a slow, sexy grin spread over his lips.
“Took you long enough,” Ten said, dark eyes raking down your body.
You let out a laugh. You pulled Ten towards you, feeling his arms curl around your waist.
“Shut up and kiss me again.” 
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ddalgidream · 11 months
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[3:48 PM] "markie..." you cooed teasingly at your boyfriend who's seemingly stressed on writing one of his upcoming song, however, he might've needed an inspiration to do so and you totally know how.
it's been an hour or two since he placed his things on your kitchen table, wiping all the things away from it as he took a peaceful time and you ruined it- not really though. he likes- no, honestly LOVES your existence.
mark sighed and glanced up on your soft features, smiling down on him while leaning on the table with your palm placed on your chin, your elbows standing as support. he raised his brows, "what baby?" he asked, it was breathy, he was tired of sitting and thinking for hours.
you went beside him and gave him a side hug, nuzzling your face on his neck smelling his fragrance that became your favorite scent from the past 3 years you officially became a couple.
mark smiled at this and placed a long kiss on your cheek and closed his eyes at the feeling of your warmth. "stand up" you whispered after pressing a kiss on his jawline, "but-" he almost reasoned but you cut him off somehow, "just stand up and hold me" you demanded softly.
so he did.
if you dance, i'll dance and if you don't, i'll dance anyway give peace a chance let the fear you have fall away
the first stanzas of lana del rey's "yes to heaven" played from your old favorite vintage cassette, both your right hands shared warmth, his left one placed firmly but enough to be fragile against your waist and yours placed lightly on his shoulder.
i've got my eye on you i've got my mind on you say yes to heaven, say yes to me say yes to heaven, say yes to me
you held each other closely, his forehead placed on yours as you stared on each other's sparkling orbs—filled with love and sparks you danced the afternoon storm away.
you come back i'll be right here like a barge at sea in the storm i stay clear 'cause i've got my eye on you i've got my mind on you
he turned you around like a princess with a smile, you giggled as you almost tripped on your own foot, but he held you to avoid it.
say yes to heaven, say yes to me say yes to heaven, say yes to me
as the second chorus stopped a bit, it was as if fireworks exploded behind the background. staring on each other's eyes lovingly, both knew what you wanted. you kissed. him being the one who began the thing.
soft lips against soft lips, it molded. filled with passion and love. nothing, literally just a kiss, but it meant a lot.
if you dance, i'll dance i'll put my red dress on again and if you fight i'll fight it doesn't matter, now it's all gone i've got my mind on you i've got my mind on you
you both pulled away and you placed a quick peck on his nose, "i love you mark lee" you mouthed, "i love you too baby, thank you" he whispered and pulled your body into an embrace.
say yes to heaven, say yes to me say yes to heaven, say yes to me i've got my eye on you i've got my eye on you i've got my eye on you i've got my eye on you.
"i know what i want now, you'll be the inspiration of this song" he giggled and started writing from a scratch and your mouth came agape, "hey! that'll sound cringe, i know you, ew!"
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nanawritesit · 1 year
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Bodyguard!Baekhyun x Pregnant!Reader: Angst to Fluff
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Anonymous said: “Hi! Could you write cold/bodyguard Baekhyun and pregnant reader? Baekhyun doesn't want the baby but reader resists. No angst end pleaseee. 😢”
TW: fem!reader, domestic angst, mentions of contraception, pregnancy, sex, and violence. brief mentions of suicide
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Your heart was beating out of your chest. Your palms were sweating profusely. You were shaking like a leaf.
You tried your best to ignore your growing anxiety, mindlessly going through the motions to prepare dinner for you and your husband. Of course he didn’t expect you to, but you wanted to surprise him. Especially because you were planning on presenting some big news to him. You might be pregnant.
To be honest, you weren’t sure how Baekhyun was going to act. He was religious about using condoms and always asked if you were taking your pills, so part of you was worried he absolutely did not want a baby. On the other hand, when you first got married he would sometimes fantasize about moving somewhere far away with you and starting a family. You didn’t know what to expect tonight, so you were obviously very nervous.
“Baby I’m home-“ a voice boomed from the entrance of your home. You croaked out a simple “kitchen” in response. You heard him set down his bag and begin to take off his boots, and after a while he appeared in your doorway. He was dressed in all black, like usual. God, he looked so rugged and strong. It’s no wonder you were knocked up. “Hey beautiful. How was your day?” he asked, coming up behind you to kiss your cheek.
“Oh…. the usual…” you lied, setting down your spatula. “Dinner’s almost ready.”
He was resting his head on your shoulder, lips pressing against your neck in the form of a few short kisses. “You didn’t have to cook, baby.” he chuckled.
“I know, I just thought it sounded… nice tonight.” you lied once again, nervously pushing yourself out of his grasp and huffing over to the other counter to cut up some vegetables. “You should go wash up, I’m almost done.”
“Yes ma’am.” he laughed, confused but going along.
You heaved a sigh of relief as he left the kitchen, busying yourself with setting the table. Soon he was back from the washroom and fixing up a plate. You both took your seats at the table and began eating dinner. You were too anxious to eat normally, picking at your food and taking small bites. He was the opposite, ravenously devouring the meat and vegetables with rice.
“You’re hungry today.” you commented, trying to make conversation to calm your nerves.
“Yeah, I am.” he chuckled, taking a sip of water. “Work was so rough today. Some crazy fan jumped at my client and I had to hold him off.”
“That sounds scary, are you okay?” you asked, concerned.
“Oh yeah, he wasn’t armed or anything. I guess I should’ve mentioned that.” he laughed at himself, and you joined him in spite of your anxiety.
“Yeah, just give your poor wife a heart attack why don’cha.” you giggled, pushing your plate away from you.
He looked up at you. “You done eating already?”
“Yeah, I’m not feeling too good tonight…” you told him. It wasn’t a huge lie, you did have a decent stomachache. That’s what led you to buy a pregnancy test in the first place.
You continued listening to him talk about his day at work, laughing at the funny parts and gasping at his stories of crazy people. Being married to a bodyguard was always interesting to say the least. Of course, it worried you how dangerous his line of work was, but you knew how much he loved it, and it at least gave you some interesting conversations. Before you knew it, he was done eating.
“That was delicious baby, thank you for cooking dinner.” he complimented you, reaching across the table to pat your hand. “Hey, do you wanna go get some ice cream for dessert? I’ll pay.”
“No I’m okay honey, like I said I don’t feel very good.” you told him.
“Man, you must be sick if you’re turning down ice cream.” he chuckled, giving your hand a light squeeze.
“Yeah, that’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about…” you began, sitting up in your chair.
“What, are you sick or something?” he asked, slightly concerned.
“Not exactly…” you explained, feeling your stomach tie into a knot. “I don’t know how to lead into this, so I guess I’ll just come out and say it. Baekhyun, I’m pregnant.”
He completely froze up. He didn’t move a single muscle for what felt like ages, then he just clicked his lips and brought a hand up to rub his brow bone. “I’m sorry, what?”
“I think you heard me Baek.” you laughed nervously.
“Are you absolutely sure?” he asked, looking into your eyes intensely. He wasn’t showing any emotion at all, which made it very hard to gauge his reaction.
“Babe I peed on like four sticks and they all said the same thing.” you blurted put, starting to feel defensive.
“I don’t understand. We use condoms every time we have sex.” he began, getting up and rushing to the bathroom to grab the box.
You sighed and rolled your eyes, then got up to follow after him. “Honey you know those only work like 98% of the time right?”
You found him in the bathroom, sifting through the trash with the box of condoms next to him. “There must have been a hole in it or something. I swear to God when I find that thing I’m gonna sue the company.”
“Baekhyun what is the big deal!” you asked, tugging on his shoulder. “Why can’t you just accept it?”
“Because I don’t want a baby right now Y/N!” he snapped, whipping around to look at you. There was an awkward moment of silence between the two of you, the tension in the room just having reached its climax.
“You don’t?” you asked meekly, swallowing the lump in your throat.
“Y/N, we’ve talked about this…” he sighed, getting up to stand in front of you. “I have no business being a father when I work in such a dangerous environment.”
“Okay, so do I not have any say in whether or not I want to be a mother?” you asked, starting to get angry.
“That’s not what I said.” he stated flatly. “Do you know what it’s like to go to work every day and know that you might get hurt, or even killed? Now imagine having that knowledge with a family involved. If anything happens to me, this kid doesn’t have a dad anymore. Do you want that for them?”
You started to feel tears prick at your eyes. You bit your lip and looked at the ground, choking down the sobs that threatened to erupt from your throat. “Do you not consider me your family?” you asked finally.
His mouth dropped open a tiny bit at the accusation, baffled that he had implied such a thing. “Yes, I do. I don’t know why I said it that way, but that’s not what I meant.”
“Because maybe you shouldn’t have married me if you’re so worried about dying everyday!” you shrieked, finally snapping. The tears were streaming down your face like a waterfall and you could hardly breathe. You wanted to scream.
“Honey, I-“ he reached a hand out towards you, but you pushed his arm away and shoved your way past him and out of the bathroom.
Baekhyun immediately turnt around and tried to follow you into your bedroom, but you were too quick to slam the door behind you and lock it.
“Babe!” he pleaded, fiddling with the door knob and knocking urgently. When you have no response, he sighed and rested his head on the door. “Okay… I can see we’re not getting anywhere like this. I’ll give you some time to yourself. I’m gonna go take a walk. I love you.”
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Baekhyun didn’t know how to feel as he walked through the park. He never liked seeing you upset, and he tried his best to never be the reason. But he just couldn’t accept the idea of having children.
It wasn’t that he didn’t like kids… he got along with them just fine. And he’d be lying if he said he didn’t fantasize from time to time about starting a family with you. However, he thought that was as far as it should go. Fantasies, not reality.
He exhaled into the cold air, hands shoved in the pockets of his leather jacket, before plopping down on a park bench to collect his thoughts. As he was disassociating, he noticed a man and a woman playing with what looked like their young daughter. She had to be around five years old. They all looked so happy.
He knew he eventually wanted kids. Just not now. Work was too stressful.
But when was it not going to be? Was there ever really going to be a good time to have a baby?
Baekhyun began to look closer at the man. He wondered if he had any worries about his capabilities as a father. Did he ever regret settling down?
He took one last look at his face, and noticed the bright smile upon it. As the man stared at the woman and child next to him, he looked as if he had everything he ever wanted right in front of him. It was honestly pretty easy to envision himself as the man, and you as the woman. He really liked thinking about what your child would look like. What features of his they would have, and which of yours… raising them, protecting them, and keeping them safe…
That was something he was confident he could do. He kept people safe all day at work. He also enjoyed feeling like he protected you and your home. Would it really be so difficult to add a little one to his list? People tried so hard to have kids everyday, and you were both just given one with hardly any effort.
He knew you would be a terrific mother. He saw the way you looked at other parents with their children… the loving sparkle in your eyes when you played with kids. You wanted it more than anything, but with him always shying away from the idea, you never talked about it.
It was then that he realized, he could give you that. In fact, he already had. You were probably so excited to tell him, and with the way he reacted…. oh god, he felt just horrible. He immediately sprung up and started jogging back to your apartment.
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“Baby?” he cried out as he burst through the front door of your home. He wanted to see you so bad that he didn’t even bother to take off his boots or jacket.
He instinctively started running for the bedroom, as it was the last place he saw you. But as soon as he got there, the door was open and you were nowhere to be seen. He glanced over to the bathroom to see the door shut, signaling that you were in there.
“Baby!” he called for you, reaching for the doorknob. The door was locked, and you weren’t answering. All he could hear was the water running, so he immediately assumed the worst.
“Y/N!” he exclaimed, pounding on the door rapidly. He was freaking out. He knew what he had to do. He took a few steps back, then leapt forward and broke the door open.
You jumped at the sudden intrusion from your place in the bathtub.
“Baekhyun what the hell!” you shrieked, ripping your earbuds out of your ears.
He breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of you. “You weren’t answering and I heard the water running, so I was worried…”
“Oh my gosh, no. I’m not going to drown myself just because you don’t want our baby.” you huffed. “I just wanted to take a bubble bath to clear my head.”
He kneeled down next to the tub and reached for your hand. You hesitated, but let him hold it.
“Y/N, I want to have this baby with you.” he told you.
“Do you actually?” you asked sharply, shooting daggers at him with your gaze. “Or are you just telling me that to make me happy? I’m only going to raise this kid with you if we both want it.”
“No, I’m not saying I’ll just be ‘okay’ with it. I genuinely want to be a father. ” he reassured you, reaching forward to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear.
You looked over him suspiciously. “What changed your mind?”
He placed his hand softly on your cheek. “When I was at the park, I saw a family playing together. They looked so happy together. I started to think of all the wonderful things I’d gain from being a father. All the memories we could make as a family, all the love we have to share with our child…”
You started to relax into his touch, leaning more towards him. “What kind of memories?”
“Teaching our kid how to walk and talk, taking them to school, taking them to the park…” he started listing, looking at you with an excited sparkle in his eyes. “I’d like to take them to Disney World. We can all make breakfast together, throw them birthday parties, read them stories…”
You smiled at him lovingly. “You’ll be an amazing dad Baekhyun.”
“And you are going to be the most amazing mother in the world.” he continued. “You’re so kind, and patient, and smart, and strong… I hope our baby is just like you.” He suddenly plunged one of his hands under the water to touch your tummy. “I’m so excited to go on this journey with you Y/N. I’m so sorry my first reaction was so horrible.”
“You’d better be.” you teased, splashing some water up at him. “Every woman’s worst nightmare is getting pregnant and the father wanting nothing to do with them. I was worried I was going to have to leave you and move in with my mother!”
He laughed at you, wiping the water off of his cheek. “I promise you, as long as I’m living, I’ll be by your side. I’ll take you to all your doctors appointments, buy you all the food you’re craving, give you back rubs… You won’t have to lift a finger for the next nine months. And if you go into labor while I’m at work, I’ll just tell my client they’ll have to protect themselves and hop in a cab.”
You giggled as you imagined the scenario. “Well you don’t have to do that, but I appreciate the sentiment. I’m so glad you’re ready to start a family.”
“I really am.” he told you. He leaned forward to place a tender kiss on your lips. “Now, would you like some company in that big lonely tub?”
“Yes I would.” you chirped in reply.
Maybe telling your husband about your pregnancy didn’t go exactly as you’d planned. But the two of you never really went the traditional route anyway. You knew that the two of you could overcome any obstacle, big or small. All you needed was each other. Soon, you would be parents. And you couldn’t wait to meet your little baby.
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