Breakfast. (Sehun, werewolf!au, Mating Season series 2/2) *NC-17*
Breakfast- Sehun, werewolf!au, Mating Season 2/2 *NC-17*
Warning: smut.
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It was 10 a.m at the moment, as you silently slipped back into your dimmed bedroom, pancakes in one hand and a whole bottle of maple syrup in the other. There, in the middle of your bed, slept Sehun. You smiled slightly at his calm face, his chest steadily rising with each breath.
Everything looked so adorable about him, that you almost didn’t want to wake him up.
After you carefully balanced the breakfast on the bed, you silently slipped under the covers, straddling his lap. Sehun stirred awake from the weight settling over him, and the body of his naked mate sliding over his, his eyes opening just a bit to look at you. Almost automatically, his hands came up to rest on your hips, thumbs drawing small circles into your skin.
“Morning.” You told him softly, your hand cradling his face. He hummed in reply, his head turning to kiss your palm.
“Good morning.” Sehun’s voice was still deep and scratchy from sleep, making your insides warm and giddy.
“I made breakfast.” You offered, your voice still not going higher than a slight whisper. Sehun smiled, his back arching up in a morning stretch, all that delicious skin coming closer to you, beckoning you to make more marks on it. You swallowed with difficulty, lifting your hips so that he could sit up with his back against the headboard.
When he was finally settled, you took the plate and syrup, sitting over his lap. Like before, his hands came over to rest possessively over your thighs, making your skin tingle. Before you did anything else, you leaned over and pressed a full kiss against his lips. Sehun responded immediately, kissing back with the love and softness that you always liked.
“Now it’s a good morning.” He murmured against your lips with a soft smile, before he let you pour some syrup on the side of your plate. His hands still stayed on your hips, which clearly meant that the grown werewolf wanted to be fed.
Fulfilling his wishes, you ripped a piece of the pancake, dipping in generously into the syrup, before pressing it to his lips. Sehun’s eyes never left yours as he sucked on your fingers, making sure there wasn’t a single drop of syrup left on your digits. He must’ve seen the lust in your eyes or your scent must’ve been spiked with arousal, because his grip tightened on your hips and he pulled you closer to him, brushing you over his already hard cock. Your breath hitched at the contact and he smirked, opening his mouth, signaling for more. You shot him a dirty look, but ripped another piece for him. This time, you let him reach for it and every time he got close to it, you jerked your hand back. Just when the two of you were chest to chest, you allowed him to eat it. He growled at your little game and once he swallowed his share, he reached into the plate, dipping his index and middle finger into the syrup. He then proceeded to coat your lips in the sweet substance, before rubbing the remains on your tongue. You opened your mouth gladly, your tongue pressing back into his fingers.
They were gone from your mouth in seconds and his other hand was on the nape of your neck, pulling you to him. Sehun’s tongue traced your lips teasingly, making you shiver and close your eyes in anticipation. When you sighed at his ministration, he dove in for a kiss. He tasted faintly of the pancakes you made, yet nothing could cover up the taste that was so purely Sehun.
What you didn’t expect him to do was slip those two fingers inside you without warning, making you moan loudly. You broke the kiss, burying your face in the crook of his neck, panting harshly.
The mating season was taking a big toll on you- your body was so sensitive to each and every of his touches that when he gently pressed into your clit with his thumb, you were embarrassingly close to a climax.
His fingers slid in and out of you in a way he knew you loved and soon enough, they brushed over a spot in you that had you whimpering.
“Right there?” his voice was in your ear, that throaty rasp melting your insides to goo.
“Yes…” you mewled, cutting yourself off as you nipped on his neck. You needed to do something, anything to occupy your mouth and keep those embarrassing sounds from escaping you.
Sehun’s other hand busied itself by groping your breast, squeezing it gently at first, rougher the next.
“More…” you whimpered against his skin, your hips moving in time with his teasing fingers. Your knees slid further apart, dropping yourself on his digits, pushing them deeper.
“You want more?” Sehun asked you, his head turning to you and you nodded, catching his lips in a bruising kiss. Suddenly, his hands were gone and on your hips, lifting them up and guiding you over his length, hissing as he entered you.
Sehun wanted to wait for you to adjust to his size. He really did, but you lifted up and slid down on him again and that had his head falling back against the headboard with a groan and his hips snapped up, making you squeak.
Your hands found purchase in his strands, as you pulled his head to rest on your collarbones. His breath came out in huffs, making your nipples erect. You were glad that he had an iron grip on your hips, guiding your pace, because you were far too gone to think of anything like that.
Sehun’s hips shot up with every powerful thrust, brushing over your spot every single time. It didn’t take long for your breathing to shallow and your vision to start blacking out. Sehun must have felt you clenching around him, because he pushed you onto your back with a growl and wrapped your legs around his waist. He fucked you roughly and thoroughly for the last moments, successfully bringing you over the edge. With a scream of his name, you became rigid in his embrace. Sehun prolonged your orgasm by keeping up his pace, chasing his own release that came in a matter of seconds. He bit down on your shoulder, making you whimper.
Only once he came down from his high he realized what he did, his tongue lapping at the wound in apology.
Sehun looked into your eyes and you smiled, brushing the hair form his forehead. He smiled back before kissing you.
He rolled you two over, splaying you over his chest. It rumbled in content, as he nuzzled into your skin.
“Thank you for breakfast,” he mouthed into your skin and you chuckled, holding onto him a little tighter.
I Know. (Sehun, werewolf!au, Mating Season 1/2) *NC-17*
I Know.- Sehun, werewolf!au, Mating Season 1/2 *NC-17*
Warning: Smut
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You sighed for what could be the hundredth time today. It was that time again. You very clearly circled the date on the calendar with a red marker.
The start of mating season.
Most of the time, it’s a happy time when you get to be with your mate and enjoy their presence for a whole week. But you hated it. Why?
Because you hated your mate.
You met Oh Sehun three years ago, when you started working in the same office. From the start, you noticed how he looked at you, how he always seemed to chase away all other men from you, how he kept you to himself. And you felt the attraction for him growing in you and so you hit it off.
It was perfect. For the first month, at least. After that, he started showing signs that he was not quite normal. The way his eyes would sometimes flicker to gold or to red, his incredible strength and the fact that he would always have these weird phone calls and end a date early or he wouldn’t even come made you question exactly who Oh Sehun was.
And so one night, you and Sehun sat down and had a long talk about who, or better say what, Sehun was. He looked reluctant to tell you at first, but with a bit of coaxing, you were able to find out everything. About him being a werewolf, his life as a shape shifter and most importantly, the real nature of your relationship.
He explained that it was all set up. It was all your hormones and chemistry pulling you closer and that you were destined to be together. For some reason, that made you very uncomfortable. You thought that your relationship was because of your mutual liking of each other, not because of some stupid chemistry. You thought it was beautifully impulsive, and not carefully planned out by a higher force.
And that’s why you broke it off. You tried to ignore that nagging feeling in your heart and continue with the relationship, but it was soon impossible to do so as it was always on your mind when you were with him. You soon started to hate Sehun, everything he did annoyed you. It went almost to the extreme that you would sigh aggravated when he would squeak his chair.
Everything went pretty well after the break up until the cursed time of the year came. Mating season took both of you by surprise and you ended up on Sehun’s desk with him pounding mercilessly into you. At first, you thought that would be the end of it, but it didn’t take long for the same to repeat. And over and over again for the whole week. That’s when you realized you two couldn’t function during mating season without getting rid of some of the frustration. That’s why you made a deal- during mating season, you and Sehun would fuck. No emotions, no staying over for breakfast- just a quick screw and after that he would be out of your door.
You have been doing exactly that for three years now. And this time, you felt the mating season coming up by yourself. You felt that everything you did was wrong- you were messing up at work, you hurt yourself clumsily on almost every step, and you couldn’t sleep because of anxiety. Everything was against you and you had a feeling you knew why.
Yes, there it was. Red on white, the big circle around today’s date. Mating season started.
“Great…” you muttered under your breath, already feeling the tingling sensation starting in your abdomen. You rolled your eyes at your oversensitive body and decided to take a shower. The cold water had a calming effect on you during these times, and you figured that taking a long, freezing shower would do the trick.
But no, thirty minutes later, with your skin almost turning blue, the feeling was still there, you noted with disappointment as you dried yourself off and put on a long white shirt and a pair of panties. You were getting ready to go to bed, when a sound of your door closing made you freeze.
Somebody was in your apartment.
You took a few steadying breaths before getting out of the bathroom to check who it was. It took only seconds for the man to cross the distance between you and push you up against the wall.
Your scream was muffled by a pair of lips pressing against yours. Your hands were taken prisoner as hey were pinned above your head and the long claws, shuddering body with need and deep rumbles in his chest gave away the identity of your attacker.
You tried to fight back, but you were on the losing side today. Not only had Sehun pressed his knee in between your legs, creating delicious friction that heated your core, your hormones whispered tantalizingly to you to let go.
To let him dominate you.
You bit his lower lip in defiance, but it only made Sehun growl and push against you tighter. All of his delicious skin, now bare since he just recently shifted rubbed against yours and it was harder and harder to remember that you were supposed to be opposing him.
“Sehun…” your own voice came out as a deep growl when he decided to venture downwards, a blazing trail of kisses went on your neck and you pulled on his hair. You felt his claws retract and your hands were held up by only one, as the other went to accompany his knee, his index and middle finger rubbing your clit.
“I hate you…” you moaned, throwing your head back. Your body though seemed to disagree with your words, as your leg wrapped around his hip, bringing yourself closer.
“I know.” His answer was curt as he covered your lips again. You whimpered when his fingers retreated from your clit and wound into your hair. Through the thick mist of lust, you felt the butterflies start to curl in your stomach when you realized Sehun gently rubbed your scalp. The other hand holding you captive wrapped around your leg, squeezing the flesh roughly. His hips ground into yours and you raked your nails down his back, before lifting up your other leg, crossing them at the ankles on his back.
Sehun held you up effortlessly before he pressed away from the wall, the hand from your hip splaying across your back, holding you securely. He already knew his was around your apartment, and so it didn’t take long for you to end up on your bed, with the needy werewolf between your legs. Gentle hands slipped the shirt over your head, but you didn’t let him continue as you swiftly rose to your knees and pushed into Sehun’s chest.
Surprise was most effective as he landed on his back with a soft grunt and you were all over him in seconds. You hungrily nibbled on his chest, leaving tiny red marks in your wake. Deep down, you enjoyed the way he groaned at your ministrations and you grinned briefly, before sucking onto his neck, intending to leave a bruise. Sehun growled, throwing his head back and offering you more, while his hands led your hips down onto his crotch. You moaned against his skin when he thrust up, the only barrier were your panties, already soaked through with arousal. One of Sehun’s hands crawled over to your ass, squeezing possessively, while the other cupped your cheek in an almost romantic way. With a final lick to the blooming bruise, you let him pull your face up to his, staring each other in the eye.
As always, a lump formed in your throat when you saw that look of unyielding adoration. The look that seemed to say he would die for you. That he would make you the happiest woman alive if you let him.
But you didn’t, you realized with your heart throbbing and you felt the need to cry creep up on you. It seemed stupid, now that you think of it, the reason why you wanted him to stay away.
But right now, primal instincts overpowered emotions, as you kissed him, your hands grasping his face and holding him in place, even though he would never lean away.
During the kiss, you were flipped onto your back again and you felt the fabric of your underwear being ripped from you. Almost simultaneously as Sehun’s tongue worked its way into your mouth, it swallowed your gasp when a finger entered you. Your back arched from the bed, pressing into his sweaty chest, and he pushed down towards you, intensifying the contact.
Sehun made a quick work of your preparation- he was aligning his cock with your entrance in a matter of minutes, looking at you with questioning eyes. There was a slight fear in them, he always feared the moment you would deny him yet another time, but how could you push him away now?
You motivated him onward with a long lick to his neck and as you reach his face, you nipped on his lower lip. A growl ripped through him as he sheathed himself inside you in one slide. The sudden breach had you gasping and pulling on his hair. You panted into his open mouth, your eye contact never breaking. There was something in his eyes- the delicious mixture of dark and light, of pain and pleasure, and the love which made you pull him down into another kiss and moving your hips, spurring him to move. You felt him pull out, before filling you in one intense thrust, his pace slow but hard. He enjoyed the feeling of holding you in his embrace, of being inside you, of claiming you just as he should.
His tongue lapped at your mouth, coaxing yours out to play. You complied, scratching your nails heavily down his back. From the way he growled, you were sure you did some damage but you couldn’t celebrate it for long.
Soon enough, Sehun brushed a spot inside you that had your back off the bed and a scream on your lips.
“Oh! Sehun!” you cried out, your arms stretching up above your head, trying to find something, anything to hold on to.
Your heart skipped a beat when you felt fingers slip next to yours, holding you tightly.
“I’ve got you.” His voice was right by your ear, somehow calming you and bringing you closer to the edge at the same time.
“Don’t worry, I’m here.” He answered you again, his pace quickening as he felt you pulse around his length. Sehun’s breathing elevated and you knew you weren’t the only one about to climax.
“Sehun-! Oh my g-!” your legs wrapped around his waist, your hips moving with his in time. You tried to silence your yells by sucking hickeys into his neck, but when he hit your sweet spot again, your head flung back.
“Nnggh~ Sehun!” you let yourself go, the feeling of beautiful pleasure overpowering your whole body. You held on to Sehun’s hands and this was the first time when Sehun couldn’t control his inner beast.
You felt his lips close around your neck, his teeth biting into the skin with his tongue lapping at the newly made bruise. The marking gave you even more pleasure as you whimpered under him and tried your best to rock your hips with his but it was almost impossible, as he sped up with the coming of his orgasm. He groaned your name before pressing himself as deep as he could go and releasing. You shuddered at the warmth filling you, before Sehun couldn’t hold himself up anymore and he slumped over you. His heavy breathing tickled your neck and you couldn’t stop yourself from placing a few kisses over the skin you could reach.
Too soon, he was rolling off you and onto the side of the bed, his legs on the ground. You propped yourself up on your elbow and watched the werewolf bury his head into his hands. The long, red angry marks raked down his back, droplets of blood adorning the skin as well.
This was normal. You two would fuck and right after Sehun would go home. That’s the rules you set down when you two found out you wouldn’t be able to function without having sex during mating season.
Three mating seasons later, you hated yourself for that rule.
You heard Sehun sigh, but before he was able to stand up, you grabbed his arm. He froze.
“Could…” you had to clear your throat nervously.
“Could you…maybe…stay?” Sehun stayed motionless, you could barely see him breathe.
“Please?” you added almost desperately when he didn’t answer. A moment later, warm arms engulfed you wordlessly and you finally allowed yourself to fall apart in Sehun’s arms.
There he was, holding you through it all, letting you cry and wail into his chest. He held you tighter when sobs wrecked your body. It all fell down on you- your stress, those sleepless nights, all those days without your mate.
“Sehun?” your voice was small and you hiccupped.
“Yes?” he answered, his fingers combing through your hair. You leaned away from him just so that you could take a look at hm.
Sehun looked like he went through a lot- his neck was marred with hickeys, there were bite marks and scratches all or his bare chest. You, on the other hand, looked untouched, save for the single bruise on your neck. You talked to one of the pack’s mates and she told you that the need to mark during sex is almost impossible to resist.
And yet, Sehun did it.
Even though you deliberately hurt him during sex, he still held you close and tight, like you were the most precious thing in the universe. Even though you snapped at him during the day, he always had this stupid smile on his face.
Even though you told him many times you hated him, he took it all with a smile, always replying with a curt nod and a short “I know.”
“Sehun, you know that I don’t hate you, right?” you searched his eyes for any denying.
You must’ve looked so desperate. And yet, there it was.
That stupid, soft smile that you fell in love with.
Spider. (Yixing, werewolf!au, Mating Season series)
Spider.- Yixing, Werewolf!au, Mating Season series
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A pair of arms wrapped around you from behind and you almost smiled and leaned into them, before you remembered.
“No.” you said sulkily, ripping the arms off you.
“I hate you, Zhang Yixing.” And proceeded to take a book from the bookshelf. A whine resonated behind you, begging you to pay attention to your supernatural boyfriend.
“But Baobei~”
“No, I hate you.” You cut off any other sweet coos he was about to give you, leaving him there to stomp his foot. You almost laughed at his childishness, but then you remembered.
You hated Zhang Yixing.
You and Yixing went a long way back, going through high school and college did its charm and you fell in love with him. After a year of dating him, he confessed to you about all his absences in school. He said that he just went through his first transformation into a wolf. At first, you thought your jokester of a boyfriend was lying, but then he transformed right in front of your eyes and had you falling back smack on your ass and believing him the hard way. You got used to it after a while- he was, after all, Yixing, the good, old, dimpled goof you fell in love with. Yet sometimes, his goofiness was far too much.
You woke up into what you thought would be a beautiful day- mating season was coming. You knew that from the mind-blowing night you spent with him. Since Yixing is so playful most of the time, you almost forgot he could have that side to him as well, making you that much more breathless when he suddenly pushed you up against the wall and sucked on your neck, rasping that he wants you so bad in that husky voice of his, making your knees buckle.
You were expecting to wake up with him still by your side and saying good morning with a kiss to your lips or maybe even something more and that’s when your eyes opened and laid on the ugly, eight legged monster currently on the sheets that were covering your body.
You threw the sheets off your body with a shriek, scrambling to the nearest chair you could find and that’s when a sound broke through your fear- laughter. And there he was, bent over in giggles, clapping his knees, all that jazz. The other hand was still feebly trying to hold up the cell phone with which he was recording the scene unraveling in front of you. And that’s when it all made sense. Yixing knew about your fear of spiders and he decided to pull a prank on you.
At first, you ripped the cell phone out of his hands. All he did was yelp, but he still continued laughing. After you deleted the video, you then slapped his back (you were a master at stingy slaps), but that still wasn’t enough to calm the excited man down.
It helped stopping his laughter by shoving the plastic spider down his pants, it sure did.
It was now afternoon and Yixing was slowly growing insane. He hated being ignored, and his discomfort of that grew during mating season. But you didn’t soften. You wanted him to feel that what he did was wrong, and you wanted him to feel it good.
That’s why you sat there with the calmness of an Englishman, reading your chosen book, while Yixing frolicked around you, apologizing cutely. When he realized it wouldn’t work, you heard a sigh before a ripping sound resonated through the apartment and a small wolf pup wormed its way to your lap.
Yixing’s specialty was that he could change to whatever form of a wolf he could. That made him a master at escapes. Even though you were mad at him, you couldn’t help yourself but to gently comb your fingers through the pup’s fur, calming him and you. The mating season took its toll on you as well…there was nothing more you wanted right now than to make Yixing apologize in another way, but your pride was holding you back. And so you went on with petting Yixing and the plot of the book. You were finally getting into some of the good stuff, when suddenly, the little pup stood on his hind legs and pressed his front paws on your chest, its cute face right up in yours. You fought the smile that came onto you when you saw that adorable puppy, so you just lifted your eyebrow at the wolf.
“What do you want, Yix-AH!” you shrieked when the puppy suddenly changed into a very naked Yixing.
“I’m so sorry, ___-ah!” the naked man automatically started peppering you with kisses.
“I’m so sorry, sorry, sorry~”
“Yixing, get off!” you squealed with laughter, trying to block his kisses, but to no avail. The werewolf had you soon stretched on the couch under him, your hands above your head so you couldn’t escape him.
“Not until you forgive me~” he replied, his lips on your neck and making you shiver. The speed of his kisses slowed but the intensity grew. Soon enough, his tongue slipped into your mouth and his knees slid down a little, making you feel his weight better. You sighed into his mouth, accepting the kisses of apologies that he bestowed on you and soon enough, he had you lifting your head for more.
“So, do you forgive me?” He asked you, a devilish grin on his face. His voice was huskier than usual and the combination of his deep voice, adorable dimple, bedroom eyes and the erection pressing against your thigh had a fire burn deep inside you. You chuckled at his antics and you leaned up to bite his jaw.
“I do, you idiot.” Yixing chuckled before covering your lips and entwining your fingers with his. The kiss was much softer than the playful ones he gave you a while ago, and it made you melt.
“You should…uhh…” you cleared your throat, trying to get your voice back to normal and trying to ignore the nips nibbling on your neck.
“Get dressed, Yixing.”
“No, baobei.” One of his hands still held your wrists and the other one was already making its way down your body, not passing by the opportunity to squeeze your breast, making you gasp, before he finally got to your jeans.
“You get undressed. Now.”
And with that voice, what Yixing wants, Yixing gets.
First. (SUHO werewolf!au- Mating Season series) *NC-17*
First. - Junmyeon werewolf!AU *NC-17*
Warning: Smut
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You still questioned if you were ready for this, as you leaned back against the pillows on your bed. The material felt magnificent against your bare back, and the same went for your legs. You crossed your arms over your chest, across the beautiful black bra. The lingerie set you bought along with Kyungsoo’s girlfriend was so beautiful, it intimidated you a little. The black set had a few pink ribbons placed on the right places and your hair had been up in a similar ribbon styled band.
You squirmed nervously on the bed, trying to find a comfortable spot to lie, but unsuccessfully. Suho should be back in a few moments, and knowing your boyfriend would come home to see you like this made your knees wobble.
You and Suho dated for a few months by now and yet you still haven’t slept together. It wasn’t that he didn’t try- you were too scared to take the next step. Sleeping with someone terrified you, ever since your first boyfriend almost took advantage of you by force and since then you always froze when something might’ve gotten serious.
But Suho understood. He never did anything that made you uncomfortable and he always kept his boundaries. Every time he felt you freeze in his arms, he would stop and ask you if it was too much. His considerateness, the way he always put you before his pleasure made you fall in love with him. Yes, you thought to yourself with a smile.
I love him.
That’s when you heard the door close shut. He was home. Your heart started beating faster, but it was from excitement, not fear. Kyungsoo’s girlfriend once explained to you that during mating season, the mates of the werewolves felt the pull as well, their attraction for their partners growing. But you didn’t want him because of some stupid pull. You wanted him because he was Suho.
“Jagi, I’m-“ his statement was cut off when his eyes cast up and saw you in bed.
Suho had a rough day. The pull had been stronger than before, making him extremely anxious and snappy to anyone who came closer to him. He wanted you- he imagined you in many different positions- on your back, legs spread wide, or maybe on your knees, face in the pillows and ass up high, but the way you were now, sitting on the bed and shyly holding up the sheet to cover yourself from him, made Suho wild. All kinds of emotions bubbled in his body, wanting to be let out by pushing you down on your back and taking you, marking you as his once and forever.
His jacket slipped through his fingers and fell onto the floor, making him snap back from his thoughts. He cleared his throat, his eyes set on every single thing in the room but you.
“S-sorry, did I interrupt you from…changing?” his voice was catching in his throat, making him stutter. His jeans were becoming tight and it was becoming uncomfortable to be in them.
“No. I bought this with a friend today and, well…” you chuckled nervously, slipping off the bed and standing right in front of him in nothing but the lingerie. You saw the strain in his tense body, how he fought himself not to pounce.
“How do I look?” you asked him, the shyness seeping into your voice. That was when his eyes set back on you and they literally drank in the sight of you in barely nothing. You felt naked under his gaze.
“You look…” his voice was much lower and huskier than normally, and you swore you saw a golden tint seep into his eyes. He gently took your face into his hands and brought you closer. You held onto his wrists and smiled when you were so close, your noses touched.
“Perfect.” he finished his sentence, covering your lips with his. The kiss seemed gentle, but you felt his urge to lose control under it. To be honest, you wanted to see how long would it take him to snap and a smile bloomed on your lips. Feeling you smile made Suho do the same, as his hands left your face and he grabbed hold of your waist, bringing your bodies closer. You took that as an opportunity to slowly lead him to the bed. You made him walk backwards until his knees came in contact with the wood, making him topple over with you on him. He grunted on the impact but welcomed the weight of you settling hover him. He moved up on the bed and once he finished squirming, you sat up with a small grin. Suho was slightly flushed and breathing heavily as he stared up at you with that same unreadable expression as before.
Heat boiled over you as you experimentally ground your hips into his. The reaction was exquisite- his back slightly arched, his eyes shut tight and a groan escaped his throat as he grabbed your hips tightly to still them.
“Sorry.” you said with a sheepish smile, but deep inside, you didn’t mean it. You secretly loved the effect you had on him.
“It’s okay.” he gave a panted reply as he smiled up at you. You took that as permission to continue, and so you slowly started unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the pale planes of abs that hid under it. You bit your lip as you uncovered more of the tempting skin, making Suho squirm under you and draw small patterns into your naked hips with his calloused fingers. Once the shirt was out of the way, you leaned down to press gentle kisses against his jaw, down his neck, where you paid attention to the sweet spot you discovered weeks ago. You giggled with his breath hitched and he squeezed your hips tighter. Deciding to move on, your lips left the spot abused and slightly red, trailing down over his collarbones and onto the unmarked territory of his chest. Adrenaline pursed through you and you decided to experiment with the self-control that you decided earlier on. Your hands joined your lips on his chest and your thumb lightly flew over his nipple, making it pucker. You heard your name in what could be called a warning growl, but you paid it no heed. This is what you wanted. You wanted to see the controlled Suho crumble. You soon got what you wanted, when you treated his other nipple the same way, but with your tongue, the tip of it gently circling the small nub before taking it in your mouth and sucking. A growl rumbled through his chest and soon enough, you found yourself under a very aroused werewolf.
Within seconds, the bra was snapped in the middle by his fingers and shoved to the side, before his head dipped low and kissed in between your breasts. Your breath began to shallow, as you felt the cold air forcing your nipples to become erect. Taking it as an invitation, you gasped when you felt his lips close around the nub, before he sucked. Hard. You felt his hand coming up to the other, rolling it between his fingers and you arched up to him, offering him more.
“Oh, Suho!” you cried out, closing your eyes tightly and trashing your head from side to side. The lust was becoming far too much. After deciding he played with you long enough, he straightened up and kissed your lips roughly, his tongue coaxing yours out to play. You grabbed the strands of his hair tightly, bringing him closer to you and Suho complied, settling more of his weight over you. With a final bite to your lower lip, he trailed wet kisses down your neck, the touch of his soft lips on your skin elicited gasps from your abused mouth. He traveled back up and swallowed the whimpers that escaped your throat as he roughly squeezed your breast.
“Do you like it?” he asked, his question muffled by the hard kiss he delivered. You only moaned in response, your back arching up to him, to have more of your skin touching his. You wanted more, you wanted everything and that’s why your fingers flew down his bare chest, over the lean abs on his abdomen, before reaching the waistband of his boxers.
“Suho…” you mewled wantonly, your head falling back against the pillows and offering your neck to him. He only growled in reply, roughly grinding his hips into yours, before he caught a grip on himself and becoming gentle.
“Are you sure?” his voice was soothing, as his eyes bore into yours. You saw everything in them- love, lust, adoration. You saw your whole world.
“I have never been surer in my life.” you confessed breathlessly, bringing his lips down on yours. His tense body finally relaxed as he hovered above your, covering your lips once more. His warm hands started over your thighs, gently coaxing them open and then settling between them. The weight of him pressing onto your clothed opening made the breath leave you in a rush. A gasp escaped your lips when he placed a shallow thrust on you. His lips never left your skin- they were on your neck, your jaw, the soft spot behind you ear, distracting you as he slipped off your panties. You didn’t even notice it, only when cold air hit your moist pussy. It didn’t take long to feel a digit probing you, making your eyes shut tight.
“No.” his voice hid a smile and you felt his thumb pressure your clit, making you moan loudly.
“Please, look at me.” you complied, looking deep into his brown eyes which flickered with gold here and there. He smiled at you, before kissing you gently once more. You closed your eyes again, your hands burying into his hair to gently twirl around the strands, enjoying the changing of paces he brought.
What had you grasping his hair tight was the first finger that pushed into you. You whimpered into his mouth, your walls clenching his finger tight.
“Calm down, ___.” he muttered softly into your hair, kissing your neck lovingly. His finger moved slowly in and out of you, and soon enough, the moment of pain passed and you gasped for more. A second finger followed the first and Suho made scissoring moves inside you, stretching your walls for him.
“Suho…” you quietly panted his name, holding on to his shoulders.
“Yes, my love?” he replied, his lips still lingering on your neck.
“I think I’m ready.” you said finally and with a final thrust of his fingers, he pulled out. The sudden emptiness made you gasp and you looked up at the man you loved. Suho smiled gently above you, his arms holding him up around your head, so he wouldn’t smother you with his weight. He gently nudged your legs a little more apart and then, you felt him at your entrance.
“Ready?” you only nodded and reached out for him. He understood and gently held your hand, entwining your fingers when you felt his head probing you.
Having Suho entering you was a feeling you couldn’t describe. It hurt, you couldn’t say it didn’t but it was bearable to the point where you realized how much you belonged to each other. He was patient with you, waiting for you to adjust to his size, before you begged him to start moving. When you felt his length moving in you, small moans escaped your throat and Suho moved to kiss you, swallowing them in his own noises, creating a beautiful harmony.
If you know it would be like this, you would’ve agreed to him marking you a long time ago.
It didn’t take long for you to feel a pressure build up deep inside you. It pressed up on your chest, making the air leave your lungs and your head started to get dizzy.
“Suho…” you moaned and he grunted, increasing his speed, thrusting deeper into you. He brushed over a spot in you that had your toes curling and back arching, and since then, he was hitting it spot on, never missing.
“Suho, oh~! I-“
“I know, baby, I know.” your walls started clenching around him, making him moan, his movements becoming even faster. His alter ego took over as he growled, nudging your head to the side and sucking a big hickey on your pale neck. Your moans, whimpers and mewls were music to his ears and it motivated him to move faster.
“Suho! I think! I-! Oh~! Nggh~” your thoughts weren’t coherent anymore, when your back bowed off the bed, your climax finally coming over you. Colors burst behind your eyelids and your mouth opened to scream out your lover’s name, your hands grasping his arms tightly.
It took a moment for you to come back to normal, and by that time, you heard a final growl rip through his chest, before Suho came deep inside you, filling you with warmth. He stayed like that for a while, still inside you, panting into your shoulder and trying to calm himself down, before slowly pulling out and rolling over to your side. Almost immediately, he wound his arms around you, bringing you to him and splaying you over his chest, not caring you were both sweaty.
“I love you.” he said breathlessly, kissing you deeply.
“I love you, too.” you said once your lips were free and Suho smiled so brilliantly, your heart skipped a beat.
“Oh crap!” the brilliant smile you talked about was replaced by wide eyes and a frown, as he seemed to realize something.
“I didn’t…I forgot about…I didn’t use protection.” he stammered out, only now realizing what happened.
“Oh.” during the whole time you were together, you haven’t thought of that a single time.
“Doesn’t matter. I’ll go buy a pill tomorrow.” you tried to calm down your stressing boyfriend, pulling him down into bed. After some calming, Suho laid back again and pulled you closer to him.
“You wouldn’t believe how crappy my day was before I came home…” he muttered into your hair, his voice making your eyelids flutter. You hummed in reply, snuggling closer to him.
“Tired?” he chuckled and you hummed again, making him laugh.
“Don’t think you’re getting off that easy. I am nowhere near being done with you.”
“I’m glad.” you whispered into his ear, biting at the lobe, laughing at the small growl that resonated through him.
With that, all that came to you next morning- the slight pulsating of all the love bites and bruises, as well as the soreness between your legs- all of that was worth it.
You finally belonged to Suho, and he was yours.
All was right in the world.
A/N: Lol this is still from times when I didn’t call Junmyeon his real name ^^;
Not Beautiful. (Luhan werewolf!AU- Mating Season series) *NC-17*
Not Beautiful. (Luhan werewolf!au- Mating Season)
Warning: Smut.
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You were doing the dishes when you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist.
“I’m back...” a husky voice brushed across your neck and you smiled, putting the freshly washed plate away.
“Welcome home, Luhan.” You told him as you felt his fingertips starting to massage your abdomen. Some heat started slowly burning in your core as Luhan trailed kisses up and down your neck.
“Is that any way to welcome your boyfriend back from a long day at work?” his voice was teasing in your ear, and his hands became more adventurous as they slipped down to your thighs and pushed you back against his body. You felt his hardness against your backside and you wriggled your hips form the alien feeling, making Luhan growl.
Your supernatural boyfriend was apparently going through his mating season, judging by the way he diligently worked on leaving many love bites on your neck.
“Well, I guess it is a way to greet him, yes.” You told him with a grin he didn’t see and you almost lost your façade when another growl left his throat. In a matter of seconds, Luhan took the cup you were currently washing and with unnatural speed you ended up on the kitchen counter with cabinets behind your back and a very aroused werewolf between your legs.
“I can find a better way to greet me…” his words were said quietly, his eyes set straight on your lips. You rolled your eyes falsely and grasped his face into your hands, pressing your lips against his in a peck.
“The- mmf!” you squeaked when you felt him push you back to him, his lips covering yours in a more passionate kiss. He nibbled on your lower lip, before his tongue poked out, tracing the outline of your mouth with its tip. The kiss conveyed so much emotion, the sexual tension of enduring the pull for a whole day. You didn’t know you were holding your breath, only after he broke away you realized you were panting.
“Much better.” Luhan whispered against your cheek, trailing kisses all over your face. The hand that was on the nape of your neck moved downwards to meet with the other, where they grasped your sides, squeezing roughly.
“I was thinking about you…” he muttered, his hands rubbing circles into your skin.
“Mmhm?” you hummed, trying to mute out your brain and enjoy Luhan’s touches. Yet the only thing you could think of was…
Oh god, he must feel that I gained weight.
The vile voice said as he gripped your waist again.
“About this…” Luhan’s forehead pressed against yours, but his eyes were looking down at your chest.
They’re too small. He’ll never like them.
“About us…” he continued his speech and his hands went down to your ass, palming it and squeezing your front against his.
It’s too big! He’ll hate it!
You squeezed your eyes shut, gripping his shoulders tightly. You wanted to drown out those thoughts by concentration on Luhan’s ministrations, but that’s when they stopped.
“ ___?” his voice was careful, as one of his hands cupped your face and tilted you up to look at him.
“What’s wrong?” his eyes were full of concern, and you realized that you couldn’t lie to him.
“I…” you choked out, trying to look away, but the grip on your face didn’t let you.
“I really don’t look good right now.” You spluttered out thoughtlessly, making Luhan’s eyes go wide.
“What did you just say?” he asked incredulously as his stare made you even more nervous.
“I-I mean I gained weight, over ten pounds, and it all went into my butt, legs and stomach and none of it where it should’ve gone and I’m a flat-chested fatso, and I’m not that attractive for you right no-LUHAN!” you squealed when he interrupted your ramble by sliding his hands over your ass again and hoisting you up. You automatically wrapped your legs around his waist, clinging to him as he made a swift journey to your bedroom, where he dropped you onto the bed.
He didn’t let you catch a breath as he was all over you in seconds.
“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard, ___.” He said against your lips, kissing you gently.
“You have no idea how beautiful you are in my eyes.” He confessed, the hands that caged around your head moved to take your shirt off, leaving you in a bra.
“How perfect you are for me…” his kisses trailed down your neck and shoulder, where he slowly slipped off one strap. Luhan moved to kiss your collarbone, sucking on one of your sweet spots, making you arch your back. As you bowed off the bed, he took the opportunity to slip to your back and un-do your bra. Before you even noticed, he was flinging the offending material to the corner of your room and taking a nipple into his mouth.
“Luhan!” you cried out, your hands burying into his hair and pulling on the strands. He hummed in approval, the other hand moving over and rolling the nub between his index finger and thumb. You writhed under his ministrations, your back arching off the bed, offering his mouth and his inquisitive tongue more. He released the nipple once it was a pretty cherry color and he kissed the other breast before moving up to your face.
“I love how you look. How all of you looks. You’re just so…” he grinned, moving down to place his mouth over yours.
“Edible.” He rasped out, kissing you deeply once again. You kissed him hard and long with all you got- it was a kiss of passions, of lust and of love all bottled up into one mingle of lips and tongue. You didn’t even notice when Luhan took off your pants and panties. What you did notice though was the single finger entering you with ease. You gasped out for air and Luhan leaned away, looking at you with clouded eyes.
“You’re the most beautiful like this…” he cooed, curling his finger inside you, making you mewl. Your fingers grasped for something- anything for you to anchor yourself to- the bed sheets, his hair, his arms.
“Luhan~!” You arched your back, moaning when his thumb brushed over your clit.
“Yes, baby?” He asked you with a smile, enjoying knowing the effect he had on you.
“I-! More, please!” you choked out and Luhan complied quickly, pushing in a second finger. They started to scissor inside you, before Luhan began to thrust them in and out in a swift pace. The whole world started to shake, as you felt the coming of your orgasm.
“You’re the most beautiful like this…blushing, eyes closed, moaning my name…” his fingers curled and brushed against your sweet spot.
“Luhan!” You moaned wantonly, your head pushing back against the pillows.
“Just like that.” He added with a grin. He saw it on you that you were close and he felt it when you started clenching around his fingers. That’s when he sped up, his pace and the circles he was rubbing in on your clit were becoming rougher.
White exploded behind your eyes and Luhan swallowed your moans in another kiss. He kept thrusting his fingers into you, milking out your orgasm, before he gently pulled them out, bringing them to his mouth. Once he licked them clean, the werewolf looked at your still panting form with a smirk.
“Like I said…edible.” You laughed breathlessly.
“I love you, Luhan.” You said between chuckles and he kissed you again.
“ I love you too, baby. Don’t ever think you’re not pretty, or I might have to convince you again.” He added with a grin and you giggled, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him down onto you. His clothed member pressed against your sensitive core and you groaned.
“I think I need more convincing.” You muttered against his mouth and laughter rumbled in his chest, as his hands started traveling on your body, tuning idiotic comments out once and for all.
Start. (Kyungsoo Werewolf!AU- Mating Season series)
The sky was darkening and you were beginning to get worried. It seemed silly- worrying about someone that is perfectly capable of taking care of himself, but you couldn’t help it. Kyungsoo was always punctual and now, he was late for an hour. He was supposed to have a pack meeting that day, seeing that his pack had been strung up highly the past days.
It might’ve not gone too well.
You mindlessly twirled the spaghetti, not intending to eat it anymore- it was too cold, anyways, then the front door opened and closed silently. Your whole body tensed up. Kyungsoo was home. Without thinking, you rushed to the hallway to greet him, but as you caught sight of him, you froze in your steps. Kyungsoo hissed when he straightened up, his sneakers already off and you could see the ripped up pieces of his shirt, revealing the horrible wounds and scratches that he held.
As quickly as you froze, you rushed to his side, and took his face into your hands. His normally happy eyes had exhaustion and pain- even though when his eyes landed on you, you could see a slight adoration in them- that’s why you loved looking into them.
“Kyungsoo.” you said his name softly and he sighed, bringing his lips down on yours. The kiss was gentle, as if he had enough of forcefulness today. You understood, not asking anything else- knowing him, he will open up to you soon enough. Instead, you grabbed his hand and pulled him into the bathroom, where you slowly started removing his clothing. He didn’t fight you, his eyes were cast downwards, as he let you peel off the shreds of his shirt, revealing his heavily injured right side. His upper back had some of the skin missing, as well as several scratches and massive bruises. His right arm had the same, as well as teeth marks you could easily recognize as ones from a wolf. So it must’ve been an attack from someone of his own pack. You placed a tender kiss on the injured shoulder, before stepping away from him and getting rid of your clothes. Kyungsoo pulled down the rest of his- the pants pooled around his ankles, along with his boxers and he stood there naked. Even though you’ve been dating for years now, you still managed to blush at the sight of his body. He caught that blush and smiled slightly. Once you were bare as well, you took his hand and Kyungsoo pulled you into the shower.
It was a small shower, so you had to press up against him. Kyungsoo took the opportunity to kiss you again, deeper this time, making your knees buckle. An arm wound around your waist and held you close to him, so that you wouldn’t fall. The other hand reached behind you and turned on the water. At first, the jet of water was freezing, and you jumped when it hit your back, but Kyungsoo adjusted it so it would be just right.
“Good?” he asked you after breaking away and you nodded with a smile, pulling Kyungsoo underneath the shower, drenching him. He closed his eyes at the felling of the water unknotting all the tension in his muscles. You took the time to study the injury on his back- it wasn’t that severe for a werewolf- you were quite sure it would heal in a few days, scar-less. You dabbed a finger at the dirt that resided at the corners of his wound, making him wince.
“Sorry.” you quickly apologized, drawing your hand from him.
“It’s okay, you just surprised me…” he finished quietly, his eyes cast downwards. You sighed, leaving the scar be and cupping his face again.
“What happened?” you asked, your eyes tracing the battered right side of his body. You felt his hands rise and rest on your hips, enjoying the feeling of you in his arms. It seemed to calm his anxious body and you kissed his jaw in encouragement.
“Suho…got out of control.” Kyungsoo finally shared with you, his hands tightening at the mentioning of what happened earlier that day.
You finally understood why he seemed so distressed- Suho was one of the calmest pack members- that’s why he was the leader. He was the best pick for that position and hearing that he lost control in such a way he hurt his pack member shocked you.
“Why?” you only managed to choke out already cleaning out his wounds. It didn’t look like it hurt him- but he did wince every time you brushed a little rougher against the injured skin.
“Mating season is coming soon.” Kyungsoo started out quietly and it made you blush. Mating season must be your favorite time, when the werewolves feel the pull to their partners even stronger than normally. It was the time of the year when it’s the best to breed and you loved those few special days because Kyungsoo was particularly gentle and loving twenty four hours a day. And also, the passionate sex that was even better than normal because of the hormones and his subconscious drive to get you home.
“And?” you finally asked him to continue, finishing cleaning his wounds.
“His girlfriend is still a virgin. And he doesn’t want to take her just because of the pull.” that made sense now and you understood why Suho reacted the way he did. The pull had a tremendous effect on the werewolves. You could’ve seen it many times on Kyungsoo when you were out somewhere and he had the pull creep up on him- he was nervous, sensitive to your every touch and aggressive when another man spoke to you. Later that day, when you finally came back home, his jealousy seeped through his movements and he took you hard against the wall, leaving bruises and hickeys on you for the next few weeks.
And that was after he marked you as his. Kyungsoo told you that the pull was even harder to ignore if the werewolf hadn’t marked his girl yet.
You wanted to applaud Suho for holding on for so long. If you were in his situation, Kyungsoo would end up with a whole lot more than scratches and bites.
“Poor Suho…” you muttered against Kyungsoo’s chest. His arms automatically wrapped around you, pulling you closer to him.
“Poor me.” Kyungsoo whined silently and you chuckled, kissing his shoulder.
“You too, of course. Does it hurt much?” you went back to tending to your boyfriend. Kyungsoo shook his head, planting a kiss under your jaw.
“No, but…” he paused to kiss your lips.
“I know a way or two…” another set of kisses down your neck, making your eyes flutter and breath hitch.
“How to take my mind off it…” you didn’t know when he managed to maneuver you so that ou were pushed up against the wall, but you couldn’t find the strength in you to care. He lifted you up with ease, wrapping your legs around his waist and pressing you tighter to him.
All the concerns of Suho and his girlfriend flew out of your mind.
Mating season was coming soon. How will the pack deal with it?
With Jongin, you can never take enough precautions, and so you immediately cuffed him to the headboard.
He rumbled underneath you, flexing his arms a little, just to try out how much freedom of movement his hands had. The iron of the cuffs rattled against the headboard and Jongin voiced his disapproval with another growl.
“Quiet, oppa.” you shushed him with a controlled roll of your hips into his lap. Jongin’s head fell back against the pillows with a groan. When you giggled, one of his eyes opened and he stared at you as you worked to unbutton his shirt.
“You get quite daring when I can’t do anything about it, huh?” he asked you, a small grin adorning his face. You glared at him lightly, as your hands slid up his exposed chest, up to cup his cheeks.
“Don’t act like you don’t do the same, oppa.” you pouted, just for a moment before claiming his lips in a gentle kiss. His chest depressed with a sigh, lips gliding against yours with infinite softness, completely opposite from the kisses he gave you when you were the one cuffed.
A chuckle breezed across your lips as Jongin broke the kiss softly.
“You cuffed me up only so you could kiss me?” he grated against your mouth, pausing to press another kiss to your lips.
“Not that I mind, baby, but it kind of beats the purpose of tying me up.” You laughed as you kissed him again before leaning back, stroking his cheek.
“Don’t worry, oppa. I plan to do a lot of kissing, and not just on your mouth.” The soft look of amusement was immediately replaced by a much darker look.
“Fuck.” he let out as you littered kisses down his neck and over the plane of his toned torso, your hands accompanying your mouth and leaving small red marks in your wake. Jongin murmured your name, his breath hitching when he heard you uncap the chocolate pen.
“Ah, ah, oppa.” you tapped against his lips with one finger, as your other hand reached down to unzip his pants.
“I’m in control now, don’t forget.” you settled over his lap again, the only barrier between your moist center and his hard cock being the thin fabric of his boxers.
Jongin looked so good like this, cuffed up and left to do whatever you please, looking as defiant as ever, muscles all taunt. He glared at you and before you could pull back, his mouth opened and placed a swift bite against your index finger. You chuckled, retaliating with another grind, catching the bulge against in his boxers against your core.
“Have I ever told you that you have beautiful lips, oppa?” Jongin’s blush lips parted to answer, but you covered them with a small glare.
“No talking. Or I’m leaving you like this.” you warned him and Jongin’s body shook with laughter before he nodded with understanding.
“They’re really pretty…” you continued in a small murmur, tracing said lips with the tip of your fingers. Naturally, they parted for a small sigh.
“And they feel so good against my skin…” at the thought, you softly moaned, moving up to gently squirt a little amount of chocolate sauce against his lower lip. He stared at you silently, curiously as you tried your best to cover his lips in chocolate. Some dribbled on his chin as well, but it didn’t matter because you quickly lapped it up before sucking in his lower lip, your tongue sliding over it to clean him of the chocolate. Jongin’s hips canted up against your core as his lips moved against yours in a soft, open-mouthed kiss.
Slowly, carefully his hips started moving and you allowed it, pushing down on him repeatedly, meeting up with his skin.
“The chocolate really is tasty.” you marveled once you deemed his lips clean enough. Jongin gave you a knowing look before his eyes fluttered shut at the sensation of the sticky liquid gliding down his chest in a straight line, ending just above his boxers. You ended the line with an arrow, looking at your art pride.
“You know what this means, oppa?” you asked when you smeared the chocolate over your finger.
“It means you’re mine. And only I get to see you like this.” Jongin’s face split in a grin and he gladly licked at your finger when you presented it to him. You shivered when you felt his tongue press against your digit, swirling around it with effort. Your finger pulled out as you grabbed his jaw and brought yourself up to press a hot kiss against him. Before he could reply, you were already trailing small kisses down his exposed torso, licking up the sweet stickiness over his tanned chest. Jongin was breathing shallowly, his head fallen back and his eyes shut tight. You watched him with a grin on your lips, busying yourself with licking off the dark substance while your hands pulled off his boxers, his hard cock springing free. Jongin groaned when you grabbed him gently, his hips canting up, offering you more. You giggled against his skin, stroking up his length as your mouth neared him.
Your other hand picked up the discarded pen, dribbling carefully up his hardened cock, all the way from his base to the tip. You squeaked when you saw the chocolate slide down his skin quickly and before it could drip down on the sheets, you lapped it up. Jongin’s whole body tightened with a moan.
“Oppa…” you murmured softly.
“It tastes so good on you…” you whimpered against his tip before you sucked him in, your tongue swirling over his sensitive head. You heard the cuffs rattle against the bedpost and you chuckled, the vibrations it sent his cock making Jongin groan.
You took in as much as you could, your hand stroking the rest which didn’t fit, in time to your gradually quickening bobs.
The whole room fell silent, save for the suckling sounds coming from your mouth and Jongin’s occasional moan. It felt so powerful, to have Jongin in the same position he had you so many times before.
You could hear him whimpering your name desperately and with the coiling of his stomach and tightening of his stomach foretold you Jongin’s upcoming orgasm.
“Do you want to come, oppa?” your voice was sultry, slightly misused from the way his cock jabbed at the back of your throat every now and then. Your hand slowed, gently stroking up his tight length.
Jongin nodded, his hips unconsciously rolling into your head.
“You need to tell me, oppa.”
“God, yes. Fuck, ___, I need to come.” it was so beautiful, to hear your powerful boyfriend sound so wanton, just for you.
“You sound so pretty when you’re this desperate.” you giggled but either way, when his mouth opened for more pleas, you took him in as deep as you could before sucking, bobbing your head quickly.
Jongin came with a loud moan, his hips thrusting in and out of your mouth as he filled you up with his warmth. You tried your best to swallow as much of it as you could but some still trickled down your chin.
When Jongin slumped against the bed, you released him and sat up, wiping at your chin. You grinned proudly when you caught Jongin’s tired gaze and he chuckled as you straddled his hips again, leaning up to undo his cuffs.
“You have quite the power kink, you know that?” you hummed ambiguously as you undid his cuffs, putting them aside along with the already half-empty chocolate pen.
“You’re the one to talk, oppa.” you murmured, snuggling into his still sticky chest.
Jongin didn’t mind, his body shaking with laughter as his arms brought you closer.
“I guess, but you like it.” you shrugged, the small blush adorning your cheeks.
“Ready for tomorrow?” he asked, gently running his fingertips over your thigh.
“Yeah…I prepared everything, so I should be okay.” he kissed the top of your head.
“That’s my girl. Come on.” he smacked your ass, sitting up.
The light seeped through the thick curtain, gently rousing you from sleep. You groaned at the satisfactory pulsing between your legs and the stinging on your neck and your eyes struggled to open.
When they did, the first thing they saw were the concerned red irises of your husband.
“Don’t sit up. You still might feel weak from the bite.” his hand settled on your shoulder, pushing you slowly but surely down onto the mattress. You smiled at his still present scowl. It was so endearing, the way he was concerned over you, considering what the people used to say about the cold-blooded prince Oh Sehun.
“Good morning, my king.” you chuckled, grabbing a hold of the hand on your shoulder and moving it to your mouth so you could kiss it. Sehun grinned with a certain amount of adoration, and he lowered himself on you, hand on either side of your head.
“Good morning to you, too, my queen.” he rumbled contently against your lips before he sealed them with a soft, yet persistent kiss. You sighed in bliss, your hands shakily reached up from him and Sehun complied, lowering himself completely, gently pressing you against the softness of the bed. His kisses trailed down your jaw and neck, delicately tracing the two puncture wounds that made you shiver.
“How are you feeling?” he asked softly, his eyes gentle and caring as he cupped your cheek, his thumb stroking the skin under your eye.
“I’m fine. It stings a little, but either way…it’s fine.” you assured him with a small smile, angling your lips so you could press a small kiss against his palm.
“I’m so sorry about that. It all got out of hand…” Sehun muttered with slight regret in his voice, but you only shook your head, smiling up at your husband.
Weird. If someone told you half a year ago that you are going to get married soon enough, you would’ve laughed. Your life had changed so much since you came to the castle and what you thought would be a nightmare, turned into your own fairytale.
And you were the princess.
“You just cannot imagine how long I was waiting for this…” he continued littering soft kisses over the skin he could reach, before he moved away.
“I waited three hundred years for you. And then, three months ago, I found you. And I thought that if I survived for such a long time without you, I could hold on for a mere three months, no?” Sehun chuckled, pressing another peck against your lips.
“I thought I would die. You were the only thing on my mind, ever since that night with the creeper. And finally, after that long wait, the anticipation, and the anxiety…to finally hold you for myself…to have you…it felt heavenly.” Sehun sighed in bliss at the memory, reaching over to the nightstand to grab a cup of water for you. You smiled as you took the glass, slowly sitting up to drink from it.
It felt nice, to hear someone say such strong words, and it made the butterflies in your tummy flutter when you realized he was talking like that about you.
“For three hundred years, I felt like I was running a marathon. A long, exhausting marathon…during which I stopped running at times and I kept asking myself if it’ll ever end and if it’s going to be worth it…and now, when I see you…” he paused, the look of content overwhelming on his face.
“In my bed…with my mark…finally…mine…” Sehun chuckled, slipping underneath the covers with you and holding you tight.
“It was all worth it. You are my finish line, ___.”
“Sehun…”
“And I would never ask for any other.” he finished with a small smile, pressing his forehead against yours and only when he reached up to brush away the first tear you realized you were crying.
“Why do you have to say things like that…” you chuckled, shaking your head.
“You made me cry.”
“That was not the point of it, I promise.” The vampire smiled softly, kissing each of your cheeks gently before pressing another breathtaking one against your lips.
Your arms wound around his neck, and you brought yourself impossibly close to him before burying your face into the crook of his neck.
“That’s right, darling. Rest up.” Sehun encouraged you, his fingertips gently flying over the skin on your back.
“You’ll need it when we’re going to continue the consummation of the marriage.”
