Month: November 2018

Mark scenario – Miss Right

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Requested by anon

Genre: fluff, teacher!au, smut, his POV

Summary: Winter break is fast approaching and Mark’s crush on you is becoming a little more intense each day. The real question is, when will he make is move?

Just look at her. that smile, those eyes, the way she walks. Miss y/l/n was by far the hottest teacher in this school. She’s always so put together, but I know there’s something there. A side of her that she could never show around her students. There are days that I swear she’s giving me bedroom eyes. If she keeps swaying her hips when she walks, I might just have to take her right here in the hallway-

“Good morning Mr.Tuan.” I jumped back a bit, startled by one of my students.

“Oh, good morning.” I cleared my throat, bringing my focus back to the task at hand. I pushed out all those thoughts about Y/n and went straight into teacher mode. My students come first.

“Alright everyone, class dismissed. No homework this weekend, but it wouldn’t hurt to review chapter 10. See you all on Monday.” The majority of the class was long gone before I could get the last word out.  I can’t blame them though, Everyone wants to get a head start on the weekend.

I walked outside the door, holding it open for the few that actually stayed until the last moment. I looked down the hall, saying a few goodbyes to the other students. My mind went blank when I saw an angelic figure walking toward me. Y/n struggled as she carried a stack of books back to her classroom. It was only a matter of time before she dropped them but I wasn’t going to let that happen. I hurried to her side and took a few books in my hands.

“Here, I’ll lighten the load,” I said with a smile.

“Oh, thank you. I really appreciate it.” She said with a sigh of relief. “I had class in the library today and I guess I lost track of time.”

“Nothing wrong with that. At least your kids were actually listening to you. Most of my class was out the door as soon as the bell rang.” I said.

“Trust me. I’ve had my bad days too.” We walked into her classroom, placing the books back on the shelf one by one.

“So are you doing some kind of research project in the library?” I asked.

“Well, kinda. The librarian was complaining that the kids weren’t utilizing their resources and since I’m an English teacher, everyone assumed I was the one who should be using the library the most. So, I brought my class to the library for the hour. Plus I figured they needed a change of scenery, you know?”

“Very clever. I should use the library resources too, being a history teacher and all.” I thought out loud, making her smile.

“Well if you ever want to tag-team for a book report, let me know.” She said with a light chuckle.

I laughed with her until an idea popped into my head. “Wait. That’s not such a bad idea.”

“What do you mean?” She asked.

“Since we’re core class teachers, your students are my students. Why don’t we come up with a lesson plan to get the kids engaged in the library? Everyone wins.” I explained.

Y/n pouted her full, soft, luscious lips, thinking about my plan. She only pondered for a moment in time, but I completely lost myself in my imagination. I stared at her lips, wondering how they would feel against mine.

“That’s actually a brilliant idea! The book report can be their final exam. I always hated giving real tests at the end of the year. This way they can be creative and prove that they comprehended the material…” She went on, adding more detail to my original thought. “…Mark?”

“Huh? Oh, sorry, uh- yeah that’s what we should do.”

“Great! Let me just get my jacket.” My eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“What?” I asked.

“I’m just grabbing my jacket before we head out. Do you want to take my car or drive separately?”

“…Where?” Wow, I spaced out hard.

“My place… To map out the lesson plan?"She finished with a question and I nodded, acting like I knew what she was saying.

"Oh, right. Um, I’ll just follow behind you. I need to grab a few things too.”

“Okay, I’ll meet you out front.” We walked out of her classroom together and I continued to my room.

I still couldn’t comprehend the fact that I’m about to go home with her… and I wasn’t even paying attention. I quickly packed up my bag, making sure to grab my books and rushed to the parking lot. Y/n stood next to her car, smiling when she saw me.

“I don’t live too far. It’ll be easy to just follow behind.” She said.

“Great! Lead the way.” She drove ahead of me, going at a moderate speed so I wouldn’t lose track of her.

When we arrived, I parked behind her car and took a moment to grip the fact that I was actually spending time with her outside of work. She got out, turning back to look at me. I quickly took my bag and scrambled out of the car.

“You’ll have to forgive the mess. We can just brainstorm in the office.” She said.

“Sure. That’s fine.” I followed her into her house, looking around at the furniture and decor. Everything in the house was a perfect reflection of her.

She led me to her home office, moving a chair for me to sit in. She unpacked her bag, taking out her laptop and a notebook.

“Okay. So, I was thinking we could do something with Mark Twain. He was an incredible writer and he had a good sense of humor so the kids will be more engaged.” She didn’t need to use Mark Twain’s sense of humor to keep anyone engaged. She could talk about beige paint drying all day and I’d hang on her every word.

“Yeah. I agree. And his novels came out in a really pivotal time in America.” I said.

She wrote down our ideas as we went along, taking in every detail. Her passion was so enticing. We went back and forth for a while, drafting the plan for our students. The more she wrote, the more curious I became. I scooted my chair toward her, getting a better look.

“Oh, wow. This will work great. Do you think they’ll go for it?” I asked.

“Yeah, it beats an exam.”

“True. I can see why you’re the favorite teacher.”

“Me? All everyone ever talks about is Mr.Tuan’s class. I’ve never seen a kid walk out of your classroom in a bad mood. You really are amazing.” She said, flattering me.

“I try my best.” I looked down at my lap, feeling a little bashful. I brought my eyes back up to her as her smile faded.

She looked at me with something I haven’t seen before. Her stare went from my eyes to my lips and my heartbeat quickened. Was this really about to happen? I watched her come closer in slow motion until her plush lips pressed to mine. I closed my eyes, savoring the taste of her sweet kiss. Just before I could touch her, she pulled away quickly.

“Oh, god. What I’m I doing? I’m so sorry, Mark.”

“N-no. No, don’t apologize. Please.” I cupped her cheeks, pulling her back in. She relaxed in my touch, letting all of the reget and self-doubt go.

I moved my hands down to her hips as she took a hold of the back of my neck. I brought her onto my lap to straddle me. I would do anything to keep living in this moment. Her kisses were so addictive. When she grinded down on my growing bulge, I thought I would explode. I took her bottom lip between my teeth, giving her a playful nibble, making her smile.

“Where’s your room?” I asked.

“Down the hall, first door on the right.” She said between kisses. I lifted her up, walking her to the bedroom.

Our lips didn’t part for a second. She clung to me tightly, moving her hands around my neck and shoulders. I laid her down on her bed, breaking our kiss and unbuttoned my shart as fast as I could. She unzipped the back of her skirt, pulling it off just like she did in my fantasies. She threw her top toward the laundry basket and I smiled. Even in a moment of passion, she sticks to her tidy demeanor.

I mounted on top of her gorgeous body, raised her legs and grinded down. She gripped my arms, looked me in the eyes and said, “No, Mark. No teasing. I want you now.”

“I’ve waited so long for you to say that.” I pulled down my boxers, freeing my hard shaft and giving it a few strokes before holding my tip against her warm slit.

I looked into her eyes and slowly thrusted into her. I was drunk on the feeling of her heat. She was so blissfully tight. I watched her expressions change from anxiousness to pure fulfillment. Her beauty was so overpowering, she looked like a work of art.

Y/n hooked his hand around my neck, pulling me closer. “Kiss me.” She ordered. I was in no position to refuse her. Our lips connected for a rough kiss, causing me to pick up the speed of my hips. She moaned into my mouth, digging her nails into my neck and arm. I broke away with a loud moan when she clenched around me. She bucked her hips, taking me deeper with each thrust.

“Oh, Mark. I’m so close!” She said, running out of breath.

I could feel the little beads of sweat accumulating on my forehead. WIth a few more sharp thrusts, Y/n screamed out, flexing around my cock as her intense orgasm washed over her. I came along with her, burying my face in her neck, smelling her delicious scent. Her moans softened in my ear as she came back down from her mighty climax. I kissed her collar bones and rolled off of her.

“That was…” I started.

“Worth the wait?” She suggested.

“Absolutely.” I pulled her leg around my hip, resting my hand around her waist. I looked down at her legs when I felt her dripping center on my hip. “…Is that what I think it is?”

She shrugged innocently, trying to play cute. “How bad do you wanna find out?” As if she even needed to ask.

THE END

Glad to head you do mafia/wolf/monster au’s 😍 my request is mafia boss Xiumin where you two are a arranged marriage however he hears you telling your sister or friend that you truly love him and at an event that same night some guy offers to take you off his hands and he losses his shit and takes you home and your like ??? And he realized he loves you too and he doesn’t want anyone talking or even thinking about touching you because your his wife and only he can 😎 sorry if thats a lot 😅

Xiumin scenario – Fools gold

I added a smut part. I wasn’t sure if you wanted that in or not so I just put it at the end

Xiumin scenario – Fool’s gold

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Requested by anon

Genre: Mafia!au, angst, smut

Summary: Your arranged marriage with Minseok has been seen as perfection. Two people head-over-heels in love. Pretending to be a happy couple has tricked everyone into thinking it’s for real… even you.

Warnings: strong/violent language, rough sex

The caring touches, the stolen glances, the illusion of love was beginning to fool me. Minseok is the perfect gentleman around other people, but behind closed doors, we’re a million miles away. No one knows that we sleep in separate rooms or that our marriage was completely arranged. Everyone around us praised fate when they found out my father was old friends with his uncle years ago. Little do they know that after Minseok’s uncle passed away, he became the head of the family. Now that my father is starting to get up in age, he made a deal with Minseok; a thirty million dollar deal and his eldest daughter’s hand in marriage.

We’ve been married for three months now, but we still barely know each other. He leaves for days at a time without a word and comes back in silence. Growing up, my father never left the house unless he said goodbye. Maybe I’m just being too sensitive. I just feel so alone in my own marriage.

The first time he asked me to join him for dinner with the rest of the mobsters, I was completely shocked. The whole night he smiled at me, pulled my chair out for me, held my hand and even kissed my cheek. I was blinded by the smoke screen until we came back home and he went straight to bed, not even saying a simple “good night”

We kept this going around others, making everyone believe we were madly in love. The more I faked my feelings for him, the more real they became. I dreaded leaving parties and dinners because I knew I would have to go back to being alone. I didn’t want to pretend anymore. I want to be in love for real.

Your POV

“Did you tell him this?!” My sister asked in shock. She invited me to lunch while she was in town. I never intended on telling her about Minseok, but she can read me like a book.

“No. How can I? None of it’s real.”

“But you love him.”

“I don’t know. I mean, I should because we’re married, but… It’s arranged.” I said, whispering the last part. The last thing I needed was someone in the restaurant to hear and with my luck, they’ll be connected to my families rivals. Rule number one of the mafia, trust no one.

“Y/n, if you’re unsure, you need to be open and direct. What’s the worst that can happen? He doesn’t feel the same way? Too bad. You’re married.”

“You know it’s not that easy. Life isn’t a contract. If he doesn’t feel the same way then he really isn’t the one I should be with, but I can’t go out and find mr.right because I will have violated the agreement and our family is screwed.” I leaned back in my chair, exhausted by the reality I’m stuck in. “I’m trapped in a loveless marriage.”

“You don’t know that. And you never will until you say something.” She was right. I know she was.

His POV

“Hey, boss. We have a situation.” I sprung from my chair and headed straight for the surveillance room. If any of those rat bastards so much as breathed near my territory, I’ll have them in the ground.

I burst into the door looking over all the screens. “What’s the problem?”

“Check it out. Wifey’s on the loose.” One of my men pointed to the screen, showing the video of Y/n leaving the house. “And then this came in about ten minutes ago.” He pulled out his phone, showing me pictures of Y/n at some café

“She’s with her sister you idiots. Next time you call me out of my office someone better be in the hospital.” I turned to leave but he stopped me.

“That’s not all. Look closer.” He zoomed into the background and handed me the phone.

Just two tables away from where Y/n was sitting, three of the rival thugs were staring at her. What are they planning?

“Where’s the café?”

“Just outside the territory. Her sister is staying at a hotel near there.”

“Switch the reservation to somewhere closer. I don’t need her going out of bounds.”

“No need. Little sister is leaving this afternoon. We have a few guys hanging around to make sure no one tries to pull anything.”

“Good.” I checked my watch and handed the phone back. “I gotta go. I expect full surveillance of the event this evening. Call the host and request the security footage. He owes me a favor… or five.”

“Yes, sir.”

I needed to get ready for tonight. But more importantly, I need to know what those thugs want with my wife.

When I got home, Y/n was on the phone so I tried to keep quiet. I don’t know what she said to her sister at the café, but it sparked the interest of the enemy.

“No, he’s not home yet. I can’t tell him tonight we have that gala. If I tell him then it’ll seem like I’m some love sick school girl who got caught up in the facade.” She said.

Love? Does she love me? If she told her sister she loves me then why would those thugs be so interested? As far as they know we’re happily married.

“I’ll just call you tomorrow. Safe travels. Bye.” I waited a few seconds and opened the door before slamming it shut, acting as if I just walked in. Y/n didn’t even turn around to look at me. She just poured herself some tea and went about her business.

“Shouldn’t you be getting ready?” I asked.

“Oh, Minseok. I thought you’d be upstairs by now. Um… I was just having some tea before I got ready. I’m feeling a little drowsy.”

“Okay. Let me know when you’re ready. I need to make some calls.” I headed upstairs, leaving her to her business.

Your POV

My heart was about to pound out of my chest! I touched my hand to my blushing cheek, trying to calm myself. My God, I’m crazy about him! It was such a basic interaction yet I’m still in wonder.

I went up to my room to get ready, excited for what was to come. s long as we were in public, he’s the kind of husband every girl wants. I took the time to find the right pair of shoes to match my clutch purse and the right jewelry to match the gown. By the time I was finished I had another look at myself.

“Beautiful.” I gasped when I heard Minseok’s voice and turned to look at the door. He leaned against the frame, looking very casual, unlike his hand-tailored tux.

“Oh, thank you.” I looked down at my shoes, feeling shy.

“Shall we?” He extended his hand, offering to escort me to the car.

And the charade begins…

Minseok handed the keys to the valet, ushered be inside and was greeted by the host. His hand remained on the small of my waist as he said. “So good to see you again. You remember my lovely wife, Y/n?”

“How could I forget. You look beautiful as always.” The host shook my hand gently and Minseok walked us into the ballroom. There were elegantly decorated tables surrounding the dancefloor. I was blown away by the scene.

Minseok found our table and pulled out my chair as always. We sat with a few of the other mobsters and their wives, having some small talk. I was enjoying the evening until one of Minseok’s men tapped him on the shoulder.

“Sir, one of the dons wants to speak with you.”

“Which one?” Minseok asked.

“…The Incheon don.” He said. My eyes went wide for a moment. What would the Incheon mafia boss be doing here?

Minseok turned to me, kissing my cheek and excused himself. “I’ll be back in a moment, my love.” He left with his lackey and I sighed in frustration.

“Aw, he’s so sweet even when he leaves you for a moment.” One of the wives said.

I smiled at her kindly, not showing my true feelings and tried to forget about whatever the Incheon boss wanted.

His POV

I walked out of the ballroom, down the hall and stopped when I saw a couple of goons standing by a double door. I removed my hands from my pockets and raised my arms, proving that I didn’t have any weapons. They opened the doors, allowing me inside. I walked toward the single table in the middle of the room and sat across from my mortal enemy for the first time in years.

“Minseok.” He said.

“Don Kim to you,” I said, staring him down.

“Oh? You’re the head of the family now?” He said, taunting me.

I cocked my head to the side, irritated by his tone. “Yes, I am. But you already knew that which is why I’m here and not my father-in-law.”

“Right. Your little… arrangement with his eldest daughter seem’s almost perfect. I understand you two aren’t as happy as most may think.”

“What are you getting at?” I asked him.

The sly smirk on his face grew. “I know a way to get you out of it.”

“What?”

“Let’s just say… a little bird told me she’s considering looking for a better companion since her ‘husband’ isn’t showing much interest. And if that so-called ‘mr.right’ were one of us, her father wouldn’t be too thrilled with her. However, it would still leave you with her dowry and her family’s power.” He explained. “Since you two are married, you kept your end of the deal, but if she is unfaithful, she breaks the pact.”

“Why are you telling me this?” I asked. “There’s no way in hell she’d go anywhere near your turf.”

“She doesn’t have to. We’re in a neutral zone here tonight.”

“Again, why are you telling me this.” He was really irritating me now.

“Because… I want a run at your girl.”

I recoiled at his words, unable to accept what he said. I shook my head in disbelief and stood up from the seat.

“No. She’s not some toy you can mess around with, she’s my wife. Touch her and die.” With that, I stormed out. Four of my men were waiting for me by the door. We all walked back to the ballroom with fire in our step.

“You. Get the car and meet me in the back. You. keep an eye on that door and let me know if anyone tries to do something less than friendly. You. follow behind me on the way home. And you. Find out who that ‘little bird’ is and put him in a body bag.”

“Yes, sir.” They all said. We split up and I headed straight for Y/n. No one will take her from me.

Your POV

I was speaking to one of the other guests when Minseok, popped up out of mid-air and took my hand. “Y/n, sweetheart. Care for a dance?”

“Uh, sure. Excuse me.” I walked behind Minseok, trying to keep up with his fast pace. 

I was confused when he walked completely past the dance floor and toward the back door. That is until I remembered who he was just talking to. Something was wrong.

“What did he say to you?” I whispered to him. He didn’t answer. Instead, he just kept walking.

We burst through the back door and he assisted me in the back seat of the car. We sped off into the night with the second car following behind.

“Minseok, what is going on? Are we in danger here?” I had so many questions, but he still ignored me.

When we got home, he held the door open, letting me out of the car with ease. “Go inside.” He ordered.

“O-okay.” I did as he said and he stayed behind to speak to the driver.

I went up to my room, took off my heels and let my hair down. Why was he acting so strangely? He’s never shaken by those thugs.

I almost unzipped my dress when I felt a pair of strong hands spinning me around. Minseok held my hips and stared into my eyes. I was so startled by him. He hasn’t ever stepped into my room, let alone while I’m getting undressed.

“I heard you earlier today. I heard what you said to your sister on the phone.” He said. My lips parted, but I held back the gasp. “Do you honestly think I would reject you? Or think less of you?”

My eyes felt a little watery, but my expression remained emotionless. “I-I don’t know. That’s what I was afraid of.”

Minseok, cupped my cheeks, bringing my face just centimeters from his. “Y/n… The circumstances of our marriage don’t matter. I’m here, you’re here so just tell me now. What do you feel?”

I took a pause, erasing all the little details and just lived in the moment. “I’m falling in love with you.” The words spilled out of my mouth.

He raised his thumb, catching a tear as it fell from my eye. He looked down at my lips briefly before he did the unthinkable. His body pressed to mine as he crashed our lips together. The last time he kissed me on the mouth was at our wedding. And that little peck couldn’t make a spark in a firework shop.

I clung to him, holding him against my feverish body. He let go of my face, unzipped my dress and let it fall to the floor. I started on his tie, mercilessly untying it and tossing it aside. He hoisted me into his arms only to walk a few steps and drop me on the bed. I went without his warm touch for a few seconds while he undid his pants and pulled them off. I ripped his shirt down the middle, sending the buttons flying all over the room.

He slipped out of his underwear, revealing his massive erection. I looked up and down his chiseled body, taking in every curve. He kissed me one more time before lining himself at my throbbing entrance.

“Tell me how you feel.” He commanded.

“I love you,” I replied. He slammed our hips together, forcing every inch of his manhood into me.

“Say it again.” He retreated himself from my tight heat.

“I-I love you. OH!” Once again, he thrusted into me with great force.

“I love you too, Y/n. I love you.” He repeated.

I was on cloud nine. The man I loved told me he loves me too and now all I needed was to feel his warm cum filling me. I gripped the sheets in a shameful attempt to stop my climax from happening too soon. Minseok saw that I was close and increased the speed of his hips. He lifted my leg higher, taking me from a better angle.

That was it. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I arched my back so hard, it was off the bed. Minseok ducked his head down, covering my chest in hot, wet kisses. His mouth opened into an ‘o’ shape as he shot his essence against my walls. His sharp thrusts came to a slow stop and he planted one last kiss between my breasts.

“Mmm~ Now that is how I pictured being married,” I said, playing with his hair.

“I guess this would be the start of our honeymoon period. Since our real honeymoon was just for show.” He leaned in, kissing my lips and resting on top of me. “This… is just for us.”

THE END

Chanyeol scenario – The hoodie

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Requested by anon

Genre: straight up S M U T

Inspired by “The hoodie song” – Mae Muller

The worst part of spending the weekend with Chanyeol is that he has to go back to work when it’s over. I woke up this morning to a cold and empty bed. I sat up, looking out the open window and sighed. It was strange not having a pair of big arms pulling me back under the covers. I got off the bed, walked around the room, finding something to wear.

I started feeling a little sad when I saw Chanyeol’s oversized hoodie. Just ten hours ago, I was pulling it off of him. I missed the way he cuddled me into his chest when he wore it. The way his warm cheeks felt against my lips. I picked up the hoodie and put it on. I went to the underwear drawer and decided to steal a pair of his boxers to complete my ‘lazy day chic’ look. I grabbed my phone and headed downstairs.

Chanyeol was branded on my mind. I couldn’t get him out if it! I made myself some cereal, reminiscing of yesterday morning when he had me right here on the counter, kissing, biting, scratching. I took a deep breath, feeling flushed. 

I ate my breakfast silently, at least, silently outside of my mind. I couldn’t stop replaying his raspy moans and the haunting sound of his hand coming down on my bare ass with a rough spank. Just the thought sent tingles up my spine.

My phone buzzed, pulling me out of my memories. I unlocked it and smiled when I saw a message from the sexy devil himself.

Yeollie: Sorry I left in such a rush, baby. You looked so peaceful and I didn’t want to wake you. I’ll see you after work

Y/n: But babyyyyy I miss you… inside me 😉

I smirked at myself when I sent the message. I got up from my seat and put my cereal bowl in the sink. My phone went completely silent, bot a single response. Maybe I wasn’t provoking him enough.

I went back up to our bedroom, turned my phone on to selfie mode and snapped a picture of myself in his hoodie. I made sure to display the “SEXUAL FANTASIES” printed on the front. I sent the picture, but once again, no response. Playing hard to get I see. I went into the bathroom, took off the hoodie and positioned my arm to cover my breasts, barely. I took another picture, flaunting his boxers. I sent the selfie to him with the caption “About to take a shower. Wish you were here”.

I turned on my playlist, pulled off his boxers, and pinned up my hair for my shower. I kept the temperature of the water low to cool myself off. Chanyeol just drove me wild! I felt like an addict after a bender. I absolutely craved the man. I swayed back and forth to the soft beats, letting the water dribble down my suds-covered skin.

“You say you wanna come over to my place~ Just the thought of you in my bedroom it increases my heart rate~” I smiled to myself while I sang along.

Chanyeol was probably in the middle of dance practice which would explain the lack of replies. Once again, thoughts of him flooded back into my mind. I imagined his breaking a sweat, his muscles flexing with every movement, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. I bit my lip, reaching down between my legs and started teasing my clit a little. I stroked up and down my slit, picturing Chanyeol’s big hands instead. My mouth hung open with a moan.

“Mmm, Chan…” I whispered.

Suddenly, the shower curtain flew open. I gasped, almost falling when I saw Chanyeol standing in front of me like a Greek god. He already took it upon himself to strip naked for me.

“Here you are,” he said with a crooked smile. “Do you have any idea how much trouble you’re in, baby?” He stepped into the shower, backing me into the corner. I kept my eyes locked on his, but didn’t say a word. I couldn’t believe he actually left early for this. Serves me right for being a tease, I suppose.

I shook my head ‘no’ and trembled when I felt the cold tiles on my back. Chanyeol’s eyes shot down to my hardening nipples. He cupped my breasts, taking the small buds between his fingers with a pinch.

“I love seeing you like this, baby. Even after a cold shower, your skin feels like it’s on fire.” He met my stare and raised his eyebrows in curiosity. “Do I get you all hot and bothered?”

“Yes.” I moaned. I was so entranced by how impulsive he was being right now. He was just as turned on as I was.

Chanyeol let go of my breasts, shut off the water and ran his hands down my legs before lifting me into his arms. I coiled my legs around him until he placed me gently on the counter. He picked up a towel to dry me off. Starting at my feet, he slowly worked the soft cloth up my leg, to my inner thigh and back down the other side. He held the towel around my waist, patting me dry and stroked down my arms until I was completely dried off.

“Chanyeol…” I stretched out my legs, holding his hips and pulling him closer. “Fuck me… hard.”

The color of his eyes darkened with lust as he took a step back, picked up his hoodie and said, “raise your arms”. I did what I was told, not wanting to wait any longer. He put it on for me, brushing the hairs out of my face while I straightened it out. Chanyeol lifted me up, holding me against his naked body as he walked us back into our bedroom.

I couldn’t help it. I had to kiss him. I grabbed his sweet cheeks and pulled him in, smashing our lips together. Chanyeol laid me down on our bed and parted our lips to move his kisses down my neck. I raised my legs, giving him perfect access to where he was heading. He looked up as he as he eased his way down to my drenched center.

He closed his big brown eyes, breathing him my sent and slowly grazed his tongue up my slit. My lips parted, allowing my soft whimper to easily pass through into the lustful atmosphere. Chanyeol grasped my ankles, tossing my legs over his broad shoulders. He planted an open-mouth kiss on my warm core, tasting my essence. With one hand rubbing my clit, he pumped his shaft with the other, releasing some tension for himself.

“Y/n… You have no idea what you do to me.” He raised his head from between my legs but continued to rub my clit. “Just seeing you in this hoodie is enough to get me rock-hard.”

“Chan…” I bucked my hips, needing more contact.

“So wet, baby. Is this all for daddy?” He asked with a devilish smile

“Yes, daddy.”

He inserted a finger into me, causing my legs to tense up. I tightened around his finger, showing him how badly I needed him. He bit his lip, trying to resist.

“Fuck me, daddy. Please. I’ll be a good girl~” I said with innocent eyes.

Chanyeol leaned toward my face, staring me down. “Say that again.”

“Fuck me…”

He took a hold of my feet, pulling me down to lay directly beneath him. I nearly took the hoodie off when Chanyeol stopped me.

“Leave it on.” He said. He raised my hips, looking me in the eye and thrusted his entire cock into me.

“Oh, fuck yes! Take me!” I screamed.

Chanyeol fit his long, thick member inside of me, stretching me out. It was something that was a little uncomfortable, but after a few more thrusts, the foreign sensation was gone. All I could feel was the glorious friction paired perfectly with his dark grunts.

“God damn, baby. So tight.” He hid his face in my neck, panting softly as he picked up the pace. “Moan for me love, let me hear you.”

“Oh~ Chanyeol! You’re S-so good. Harder, daddy.” He grabbed a hold of my hips, slamming into me as hard as he could. “Yes! Just like that, daddy! Mmm, I’ve been wanting this all day.”

“I’m here now, baby. You’re all mine now.”

He pounded into me faster and faster till I couldn’t take it anymore. I arched my back and reached my climax. My nails scraped down his back, making him groan. His warm cum shot against my walls while he thrusted mercilessly. My toes curled and stiffened until I finished my vigorous orgasm. Chanyeol stood up on his knees, looking down at the aftermath of his fierce desires.

“You really are my sexual fantasy.” He said.

I pulled him down next to me, covering myself in the soft material. The man was already a skyscraper compared to me, yet he still insists on buying close that are too big even for him. Chanyeol draped his arm around my waist, rubbing my back.

“Did you really leave work early just to see me?” I asked.

“I figured those pictures would have gotten worse if I left you here any longer.”

“…True.” I admitted. He kissed my nose and pulled me on top of him. He always works so hard. What’s one more day in bed?

THE END

LuHan oneshot – Morning glory

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Requested by anon

NSFW!

“Y/n… Babygirl… Sweetheart” Luhan’s sensuous voice started playing tricks on my mind. From the moment I fell asleep, I could hear his darling words, but I saw nothing but pitch black. I knew I was dreaming, but it felt so real. I could feel his plush lips on mine before they moved to my neck, then my bare chest, all the way down to my hips.

“Mmm, Lu…” It felt so good, I couldn’t stop myself from moaning.

The moment I felt his nimble tongue brush against my throbbing slit, my eyes fluttered open. I looked down at him, smirking between my legs. I opened my mouth to speak but he went right back to eating me out. I threw my head back, reaching down to comb my fingers through his hair. He hummed against my slit, making me yelp and squirm.

“Daddy~ More…Please."I begged.

"More of what, baby girl? Do you want my fingers? Or more vibrations, Hmm?” His teasing was frustrating me to no end.

“V-vibrations,” I answered.

“That can be arranged.” He kissed my core and got off the bed.

I watched him take a vibrator out of his nightstand, turn it on and place it on my stomach. He ghosted the toy over my skin as he eased his way down, leaving goosebumps all over. He pressed it to my clit, increasing the sensation. My toes curled and I screamed his name. Luhan held my hips down, forcing me to stay still. I tugged at his soft locks while he licked me clean.

My limbs started to shake, I was so close. I pushed his head down, smothering him in my essence, but he shook my hand off and pulled away. “UGH!” I groaned. Luhan plunged his fingers into me, pumping them in and out. I raised my hips, needing more. He brought the vibrator back down on my clit. “Yes! More, daddy!” I shouted.

“Fuck, you taste so good.” He moved the vibrator in small circular motions.

My heart was pounding so fast, I went completely flushed. I bucked my hips, matching Luhan’s fast thrusts as he fingered me mercilessly. I clenched my walls and screamed for more. My mind went blank and my vision was blurred by the tears building up in my eyes. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I arched my back and came all over his fingers.

“Oh, god~ Daddy!” I whimpered.

Luhan replaced his fingers with his mouth, licking me clean while I came back down from such an intense high. He gave my clit one last kiss, but I didn’t even flinch. I just woke up and I’m already drained. Luhan climbed back up to give me a kiss on my lips. I raised my shaky arms, rested them around his shoulders and kissed him back.

“Good morning sweetheart.” He whispered.

“Hmm~ Good morning, daddy.”

THE END