Hi! Could You Write A Mafia Baekhyun And Pregnant Reader? Baekhyun Doesn't Want The Baby But Reader Resists.

Hi! Could you write a mafia Baekhyun and pregnant reader? Baekhyun doesn't want the baby but reader resists. Angst things but happy end please.

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supplicant • dks

n/s/f/w.mdni

warnings: degradation, god!kink, religious themes, dom!ks, sub!reader, mentioned whipping and punishment, boot grinding, humiliation etc

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“Will you be good, now?”

His voice is calm, eyes dark as he stares down at you. Ropes hold your arms behind your back, keeping you on your knees but you both know it’s unnecessary; were you not bound you’d be down there still, worshipping as you always do.

Your gaze is fixed on his shoes, thick leather boots which click softly against the floor as he taps his foot in waiting. “Yes,” you whisper. Yes, sir.”

He’s silent for a second, and you know he’s displeased even before his foot collides punishingly with your stomach. You keel over, try to grab it in pain but the rope stops you. Maybe you did need it. Nice touch.

“Yes, God,” he says lowly. “You call me God.”

A small smile flickers across your face but you don’t let it linger, knowing he’ll take it as insolence — a sin which your burning ass reminds you you have already been punished for today. Instead you mutter a repetition, emphasising his correct title with a bow of your head. “I’m sorry, God,” you whisper. “Forgive me.”

He barks a loud laugh and kicks you again; this time, his foot collides with your legs, forcing them apart and exposing your bare pussy to him. His lips curl into a snarl at the sight of your wetness pooling on the cold floor.

“You like it that much?” He grins. “You’re sopping wet. You like it when your God gets mean?”

“I love it, God,” you whimper. “I love it so much.”

“You bitch,” he laughs. “You stupid, sex-crazed little bitch. Going dumb just from being slapped around a bit?” He takes a step closer to you and presses a foot against your dripping pussy. You whimper, trying to push yourself into it and for once he doesn’t stop you. He just laughs, lets you grind against his shoe while he presses it harder against you.

Your head comes to rest against his knee when you get too delirious to hold yourself up and curls a hand into your hair, pulling on it harshly as you start to move faster. Your whines get louder, your movements sloppier and more desperate but he doesn’t help you. You feel his eyes on you as you keep going until your legs start to hurt, pussy aching as you feel your orgasm coming. His grip in your hair tightens as you come with a yell, juices spilling over his shoe before your body collapses, going limp against his leg. His hand leaves your hair and he shoves you off of him, watching amused as you fall back to the floor. The whip marks on your back burn as they fall onto the concrete and you gasp. Your torso lifts from the floor, trying to escape the pain but his foot presses it back down, pressure increasing until he’s almost stepping on you. You meet his eyes as he stares down at you and his kind smile could almost fool you into thinking this is over.

“Good dog,” he snarls, and then you know it’s not.

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A/n ; thoughts pls!! Reblogs/comments/requests always appreciated. Love xx

Writing some more stuff rn…. One shots and a couple series. Pls give me a sign if you’ll read them bc I do not know if im reaching anyone yet🫶🤞

Request posted soon!!! Send me more ;)

coming soon → night is young (o.sh)

tags: noona au, sehun is possessive and toxic lolllllll, tutor au

warnings: swearing, oral (f and m recieving), unprotected sex, both of them are switches oops, choking, degradation, bdsm undertones obvi, reader and sehun have an... arrangement, daddy kink somehow??? not the whole time

preview:

You grit your teeth, half-surprised at your own annoyance. You’re usually patient with your students but ever since taking on Sehun things have taken a turn for the worst. He’s moody and distracted and lazy when it comes to school. 

“I don’t get why you can’t just give me the answer key to memorize. If you’re getting paid to make me pass, that's the easiest way to do it. You get your money and I get my Friday nights back.” 

But that goes against your entire teaching philosophy, which is what keeps clients passing and parents happy. You show your students how to think, how to find the answers so that they actually retain the material instead of losing it immediately. Sehun isn’t the first to think he can hack your system. He’s just the first that gets so fucking annoying about it. “Come on, noona. I won’t tell anyone.”

The nickname started on day 1. He casually asked if he could call you that, and explained that it was an honorific term in his native Korean. Now, two months later, his voice had begun taking a suggestive tone whenever he said it.

His voice drops and his lips are centimeters away from your ear before you stand up and pack up, ignoring what just happened. He’s cute, of course he’s cute. But you’re a professional and you’ve got morals and ethics that some 20 year old isn’t gonna take from you.

close • pcy

“Let me worship you.”

His voice is adoring, face awed as he stares down at you, waiting for your response. His hands are on your waist, touch gentle. He’s not holding you down, but you know he could, he does, he likes to. Not tonight, though. You are always fragile under his touch, and he loves to watch you shatter, but tonight you will not be broken.

As soon as you nod, his lips crash against your neck, licking and sucking desperately at the tender skin. You feel the bruises forming, but they’re tender and loving and careful, like an artist’s signature, and as he marks you he places soft kisses on each one. You can’t quite decipher his whispered praises but you know what they are. You're so good. So perfect. And you’re all his.

A hand moves between your thighs, gently forcing your legs apart as his face moves down your stomach until he’s eye level with your heat. He presses a kiss to your clit and you whimper desperately.

“Please,” you gasp. “Please.”

He grins and strokes your thighs while he attaches himself to your folds. He eases his tongue inside you and you whine, instinctively closing your legs but his broad shoulders hold you open to him, at his mercy, where you belong.

He pulls away, flipping you over without a word and landing a strong hit against your ass. You gasp into the pillow and he hears you, lifts you by your chin, pulling your head back until your eyes are staring into his.

“Don’t hold it back,” he murmurs. “I just want to have you. Let me have you.”

He doesn’t wait for your reply, just presses a kiss to your swollen lips and releases you. Your head flops back down, dazed, and he chuckles fondly. He loves how you come undone. And he loves that it’s only for him.

His mouth comes back to your pussy, tongue swirling around your clit while his hands rest on the backs of your thighs, anchoring himself and you. You try to stay still, just focus on the feeling, but you let yourself be loud. You let yourself cry and moan and whimper and beg, because that’s what he wants. Because it’s what you need.

“Flip me back over,” you plead. “I want to see your face.”

“Okay,” he whispers and flips you gently, hands running up and down your thighs. “Gonna fuck you now,” he says and you whimper, lifting hips closer to him.

He enters you slowly, not fast and rough like he sometimes does, and his eyes never wander from yours. He swallows your cries with his mouth attached to yours, stroking your cheeks as he slowly starts to move.

His pace is leisurely, like the thrusts are almost absent-minded while he focuses on you. You push yourself up again and he takes the hand, reaching under you to pull you up into him, grip firm but gentle on your ass and hips. You press your face into his neck, trying to mark it as he did yours. His pace gets a bit faster but they’re controlled, timed, focused, and with each one he pulls you up to him so he can go deeper, can take you further.

He whispers ‘I love you’ as he comes, over and over like a prayer, and he’s still kissing you as he pulls out. You don’t bother cleaning up tonight. You just stay close. You stay together. You stay adored.

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A/n ; one of the cheesiest things I’ve written and possibly the sloppiest too because I’m not used to the slow and gentle stuff but I’m working on it as you can see. Let me know if you want more fics like this, and pls comment, reblog whatever, and send requests !! Whatever you want to read, let me make it for you. Love xx