#exo as a husband

[baekhyunsbestie]

──★ god is a woman ˙🧸ྀི ̟ !!

જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩 sum: you and your husband are completely smitten with your newborn baby, soaking in every moment of this new chapter in your life. but underneath it all, you can’t help but feel a lil insecure about your postpartum body. baekhyun, however, won’t hear any of it. what you don’t realize is that after watching what you went through bringing his beautiful, healthy daughter into the world, he sees you in an entirely new light. you created life—endured so much for him, for her, for your family. in his eyes, you’re a goddess, and he’s utterly devoted to you. and he's more than ready to show you just how much power you have over him.

જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩 content: SMUT. 18+/MDNI. 5.6k+ words. baekhyun x f!reader. you're a milf, baekhyun's a dilf, and he calls you "ma" + "mama" :'), married!au, new parents, slice of life, angst + fluff, pet names, body worship, breastfeeding kink, fingering + oral + overstim (f! receiving), unprotected sex, p in v, breeding kink, and a whole lot of baekhyun talking you through it 😮‍💨 phhheeeeewwwww

it’s a quiet evening at home. the low hum of the baby monitor fills the air as your newborn sleeps soundly in the next room. life had changed so much in such a short time, and yet, you couldn’t imagine anything more beautiful than this—being a mom, seeing baekhyun as a father, holding the tiny miracle the two of you had created together.

watching baekhyun cradle your baby, his soft voice murmuring sweet things as he gently rocked her to sleep, oh!—it melted your heart. he was so tender, so attentive. each time you saw him interact with your little one, it made you fall in love with him all over again. falling deeper and more intensely than you thought was possible. his fatherly side brought out something new in him, something that made your chest tighten with comfort. every smile, every quiet “i love you” he whispered to your baby girl made you feel incredibly blessed to say the least.

but there was something else—a heaviness you couldn’t shake, a shadow that loomed just behind the love and joy you felt.

the changes in your body had been gradual, but now, two months after giving birth, you couldn’t ignore them anymore. your body wasn’t the same. your belly hadn’t returned to its pre-pregnancy shape, your breasts were constantly swollen and sore, and your hips felt wider. you couldn’t even look at yourself in the mirror without that persistent sense of imperfection creeping in. you were supposed to feel proud of what your body had accomplished—bringing life into the world—but instead, a growing discomfort and insecurity washed over you every time you caught a glimpse of your reflection. it got to the point where you avoided mirrors altogether. while brushing your teeth, you’d stare down into the sink, and the same went for washing your face. on the rare occasions you did glance at your reflection, it was only for a fleeting moment before the negative thoughts made you turn away.

you loved your baby more than anything, and the life you had with her and baekhyun felt like a dream come true. but the nagging thoughts kept creeping in—what if he doesn’t find me attractive anymore? what if he notices how much i’ve changed and doesn’t want me the way he used to? fifty percent of marriages end in divorce... what if he ends up finding me so undesirable that we become part of that statistic?

it was a silent war within you, a conflict between the pure joy of motherhood and the insecurities that threatened to swallow you whole.

baekhyun had always been loving, supportive—everything you could ever ask for. but lately, you found yourself pulling away. since the baby was born, the intimacy between you had dwindled, and even after your doctor cleared you for sex a few weeks ago, you couldn’t bring yourself to let him in. every time his hands grazed your skin, every time he tried to initiate something, you instinctively recoiled, overwhelmed by the insecurity tormenting you. it wasn’t him—it was you. you couldn’t stop feeling embarrassed, ashamed of the way your body had changed, of the woman you saw in the mirror.

tonight was just like any other. lately, you’d developed a bad habit of comparing yourself to others on social media. as you mindlessly scrolled through instagram, your feed was filled with photos of celebrity and influencer moms. your curiosity got the better of you, and you started looking through their pages, feeling a wave of jealousy with each post. 

they seemed to bounce back to their pre-baby bodies so quickly, showing off toned figures as if nothing had changed. each post served as a painful reminder of how far you felt from that ideal, feeding the insecurities already eating away at you. the more you scrolled, the heavier the feeling became, your own reflection feeling like a striking difference to the perfect images on your screen. you couldn’t help but question your body even more.

with a heavy sigh, you flung your phone across the room, no longer able to bear the relentless comparisons gnawing at you. it landed with a dull thud, but the weight in your chest remained, harsh like a gray storm cloud hovering just above you. you sat on the edge of the bed, hunched over with your elbows pressed into your knees, as if the weight of the world was pulling you down. your head rested in your hands, fingers curling through your hair like you were trying to hold yourself together, piece by piece, before you fell apart.

a whirlwind of love for your baby and frustration with yourself raged in your mind, drowning out everything else. you were so lost in the chaos of your thoughts that you didn’t even notice baekhyun’s return from the nursery until his gentle touch on your shoulder pulled you back to the present. startled, you glanced up, praying he wouldn’t see the sadness lodged in your eyes like shards of glass. but the worry etched into his features sent a sharp ache through your chest, and you could see the panic begin to flicker in his wide eyes.

“hey, what’s wrong, mama? you feelin’ alright?” he asked softly, kneeling in front of you, his hand brushing against your thigh.

you forced a smile, nodding, but it didn’t reach your eyes. “yeah, just tired,” you murmured.

baekhyun frowned slightly, his hand moving up to gently cup your cheek, his thumb brushing against your soft skin. “you’ve seemed distant lately,” he said, his voice low but filled with concern. “is everything okay? i mean… besides the baby and the lack of sleep?”

your throat tightened, the familiar lump of emotion rising as you struggled to find the words. you didn’t want to burden him with your insecurities, not when he was being such an amazing father and partner. but the weight of it all was too much to carry on your own.

“i just…” you began, your voice shaky as you looked away, unable to meet his eyes. “i don’t feel like myself anymore.”

baekhyun’s hand stilled, his eyes softening as he waited for you to continue. you took a deep breath, the words spilling out in a rush before you could stop them.

“i love her so much, baek. our baby… she’s everything to me. and every time i see you with her, it makes me fall for you all over again. you’re such an incredible dad, and i couldn’t have asked for a better partner to build a family with.” your voice trembled as you twisted the sheets between your fingers, the pressure behind your eyes building with unshed tears. “but... but i just can’t shake this feeling that i’m not enough anymore. i look at myself, and my body isn’t the same. i’m not the same. and i don’t know how to feel okay with that when i don’t recognize who i am in the mirror.”

baekhyun’s expression changed as he listened to you pour out everything you had been holding in, his heart breaking with each word. he had sensed the distance between you, the way you had pulled back, but he hadn’t fully understood the reasons behind it. he thought you just needed time to adjust to this new chapter in your lives. it was a significant change, and he knew how much you valued space when processing things, but he hadn’t realized it was tearing you apart like this. now, as he heard the depth of your pain and insecurities, guilt tightened in his chest for not recognizing it sooner.

the silence that lingers between you, coupled with your downcast gaze, speaks volumes. how could you possibly believe you weren’t beautiful anymore? he struggles to comprehend it, taken back by the thought. in truth, he has never found you more attractive than he does now. to him, you are a goddess, a magical being who has created and nurtured life. he holds you in the highest regard, without question.

“hey,” he whispered, his voice steady yet filled with emotion. “you’re more than enough, and you always have been. you’re still the same woman i fell in love with. and when i look at you... all i see is someone who’s perfect. you’re the most beautiful thing in my life.”

you shook your head, the tears finally spilling over as you buried your face in his shoulder. “you don’t understand, baekhyun. i don’t feel beautiful. i look at myself, and all i see is someone who’s… different. i don’t know if you can love me like this.”

“do you really think that?” he asks softly, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face. “that i don’t think you’re beautiful? that i can’t love you the way you are?” his arms tightened around you, his breath warm against your hair as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “baby, i love you more now than i ever have,” he said softly, his voice filled with sincerity. he pulls away enough to look you in the eyes, “you gave me the most beautiful gift—the life we made together. how could i not love you more?”

you sniffled, your heart aching with a mix of love and insecurity. “but i’m not the same. my body… it’s changed so much.”

“i think you’re being too hard on yourself, 'ma,” he whispers softly. you can’t bear to meet his gaze; the moment you do, you know you’ll break. “it’s only been two months since you gave birth—just two months. it took you over nine to create her. even if it takes longer than that for you to feel like yourself again, i wouldn’t care. honestly, even if you never return to who you were, it wouldn’t matter to me. as long as you, my love, are happy and healthy, nothing else matters.”

his hands, warm and gentle, glide down your arms and rest on your waist, anchoring you in his affection. he leans down and presses a tender kiss to your stomach, his lips lingering as if savoring the bond between you.

baekhyun pulled back slightly, his fingers tilting your chin towards him so you were forced to meet his gaze. his eyes were filled with so much love, so much respect, that it nearly took your breath away.

“you are everything to me,” he says firmly, his thumbs gently wiping away the tears that finally escaped. “and this—” he gestures to your body, his eyes never leaving yours “—this body gave us our child. you carried our baby, you’ve sacrificed your sleep, your comfort, everything—and you’re still the most devastatingly beautiful person i’ve ever seen.”

he leaned in, his lips brushing softly against yours, his touch so tender it made your heart swell. “why don’t you let me show you?” he murmured against your lips, his hand slipping down to cup your waist. “let me show you how much i love every inch of you.”

you hesitated for a moment, the familiar insecurity rising in your chest, but when you looked into his eyes, all you saw was honest love and pure devotion. there wasn’t a trace of doubt, not an ounce of anything but pure adoration for you—for all of you.

with a soft nod, you gave in, letting baekhyun lead you further onto the bed, his hands moving slowly, reverently, as if worshipping every part of you. a rush of vulnerability washed over you as he slipped off your oversized shirt, revealing your post-pregnancy body in all its glory, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. despite the insecurity that bubbled within, his lips found your skin, kissing you as if he were rediscovering every curve. each kiss, each gentle touch, was infused with such deep care that it made your heart ache in the best way

when his lips found your breasts, swollen and sore from breastfeeding, you tensed for a moment, the self-consciousness flaring up again. but baekhyun paused, his lips pressing soft kisses to your skin as he whispered, “these are so beautiful.”

he gently kissed your sensitive nipples, his tongue flicking out to taste the sweetness there. you gasped at the sensation, your body responding in ways you hadn’t expected, the embarrassment fading under the warmth of his touch. 

baekhyun's eyes darkened, a heated gaze sweeping over you. his breath caught as he took in the softness of your skin and the gentle curves of your body drawing him closer. in a husky whisper, he breathed, “god… you’re incredible. this body—how could you ever think i wouldn’t find it breathtaking?” 

you try to cover yourself, but he gently pulls your hands away, pressing a soft kiss to your wrist.

“don’t hide from me,” he whispers, his voice loving as he presses his lips to the curve of your stomach, right where the stretch marks are the deepest. “these marks… they’re so pretty. they’re proof of everything you’ve done.”

his words make your heart clench, and when he places another kiss along the line of your abdomen, your breath hitches.

he looks up at you, his hands running gently over the soft skin of your hips before dipping lower to caress your thighs. his touch is slow, intentional, as if he’s taking his time to worship every part of you.

“you don’t know how much i love this body,” he murmurs, his hands sliding upward to cup your breasts. his thumbs graze over your sensitive nipples, making you gasp as a rush of pleasure shoots through you. “the way it’s changed… the way you’ve changed. you’re more than i could have ever asked for.”

you bite your lip as you watch his soft, slender hands continue their agonizingly slow exploration, your body responding despite the insecurity still clinging to your thoughts. he leans forward, brushing his lips against one of your breasts, his tongue flicking out to taste the milk that’s already beginning to leak from your nipple.

“baek—hah” you gasp, but the sound turns into a moan as his mouth closes around you, gently suckling.

the sensation sends a jolt of warmth through your core, your hands finding their way into his hair as he continues to worship you. his tongue is slow, deliberate, drawing out each drop of milk as if savoring the taste.

when he pulls back, his lips are slick, his eyes dark with a mix of love and desire.

“i could do this all night,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. “you don’t know how much i want you. how much i crave every part of you.”

is words wrap around your heart like a cozy embrace, and for the first time in what feels like forever, you begin to believe him. baekhyun shifts closer, bringing you face to face, his hands cradling your cheeks. the tip of his nose brushes against yours as he continues, “you’re perfect, and ’m gonna keep reminding you until you believe it.”

before you can respond, his lips crash into yours, a slow, consuming kiss that melts away every insecurity, every doubt. he kisses you like he’s trying to prove something—like he’s trying to show you just how much he means every word.

“relax f’me,” he whispers against your lips, his voice thick with need. you obey, sinking into the soft sheets as baekhyun hovers over you, eyes dark and focused entirely on you.

“you have no idea how much i’ve wanted this,” he murmurs, his hand sliding down your side, sending shivers across your skin. he presses a kiss to the swell of your breast, his tongue flicking out to circle your nipple, the sensitivity from breastfeeding making you gasp.

the sensation is unlike anything you’ve ever felt—raw, intimate, and so deeply connected that it makes your head spin. he groans softly against your skin, his hand kneading your other breast, coaxing out the milk that begins to flow. “ya taste s’good,” he murmurs between kisses, his tongue lapping at the milk that escapes. “so sweet.”

your cheeks burn at his words, but the way he worships you makes the embarrassment melt away, replaced by a deep, aching need. his lips continue their slow assault, drinking from you like he’s savoring every drop, and you’re helpless beneath him, your body responding to his every touch.

the pleasure is almost overwhelming, a slow, simmering heat that builds in your core. baekhyun’s free hand drifts lower, slipping beneath your underwear, his fingers sliding through your slick folds. you gasp at the contact, your hips bucking into his hand, desperate for more.

“you’re so wet f’me,” he whispers, his voice thick with desire as he pulls back just enough to meet your gaze. his fingers tease your entrance, his touch gentle but firm. “you like it when i drink from you, don’t you?”

you can only nod, too lost in the sensations to form a coherent response. baekhyun smirks, his thumb circling your clit as he presses a soft kiss to your chest, milk still glistening on his lips.

“i wanna hear ya say it,” he murmurs, his fingers sliding inside you slowly, stretching you in a way that makes your breath catch. “tell me how much you love this.”

you moan softly, the words tumbling out before you can stop them. “i love it hah—i love it when you nngghhh—when y’drink from me.”

baekhyun groans in response, his fingers curling inside you, hitting that spot that makes your vision blur. “that’s right, mama,” he whispers, his voice low and rough. “i’m gonna make ya feel so good. you deserve it.”

his fingers pump into you steadily, his thumb never leaving your clit, and you feel yourself spiraling, the pleasure building higher and higher with each stroke. his mouth, his hands, the way he’s so focused on you—it’s all too much.

“b-baekhyun, i—” you can’t even finish the sentence, the words caught in your throat as the tension in your core tightens, pulling you closer and closer to the edge.

he looks up at you, his eyes dark with lust, and the sight of him—his lips wet from your milk, his fingers buried deep inside you—is enough to send you tumbling over the edge.

your orgasm crashes into you, your body trembling as you cry out his name. baekhyun’s mouth never leaves your breast, drinking from you as you fall apart beneath him, his fingers continuing their steady rhythm, drawing out every wave of pleasure until you’re completely spent.

he finally pulls back, his lips releasing you with a soft, wet POP! making you shudder at the loss of contact. 

but baekhyun isn’t done yet. 

in fact, he’s just getting started.

he glides down your body, his hands leaving a trail of warmth across your skin before settling between your legs. and with a swift motion, he’s ripping your underwear off, leaving you utterly breathless and completely vulnerable. you barely have a moment to catch up, still trembling from the orgasm he just gave you. before you can process what's happening, his mouth is on you, his tongue teasing your overly sensitive clit. a gasp escapes your lips as your hips instinctively buck up into his mouth, but he holds you steady, his grip firm on your thighs as he devours you.

“holyyyy fuck—baekhyun, p-please!” you whimper, but you’re not sure what you’re begging for anymore. his mouth is persistent, his tongue swirling and flicking in all the right places, sending shockwaves of pleasure all throughout your already overstimulated body.

he pulls back just enough to speak, his voice low and rough, “mm mm,” he shakes his head, moaning into you, “not stoppin’ ‘til ya understand how much i love this body.”

his words send a fresh wave of heat through you, and before you can respond, his mouth is on you again, sucking your clit into his mouth as his fingers return, thrusting deep inside you.

you’re spiraling again, the pleasure building impossibly higher, your mind, body, and soul completely at his mercy. it wasn’t long before he had you cumming again with his name on your lips, your body trembling as he pushes you over the edge once again.

when he finally pulls back, you’re left breathless, your body spent and trembling from the intensity of it all. “i love you,” he whispers, planting soft kisses up and down your thighs, “every part of you. don’t you ever doubt that.”

you nod, still breathless. “i love you. i believe you.”

but the tenderness of the moment vanishes as quick as it came. once you lock eyes, you notice that his are dark and filled with something raw, primal. his lips are wet from your orgasm, and the sight alone sends another surge of heat through your body. he presses one last kiss to your trembling thigh, his hands gripping you possessively as he pulls back slightly, his gaze never leaving yours.

"i've missed having ya like this," he rasps, his voice thick with desire. his fingers continue to ghost over your sensitive skin, sending shivers through you. you can feel him, hot and hard against your inner thigh, the fabric of his gray sweats doing little to hide his need. the dark spot of precum soaking through makes it all the more obvious. "i’ve been waiting to be inside you, ‘ma. been drivin’ me crazy thinkin’ about it."

your breath catches at his words. you’ve been so wrapped up in your insecurities and exhaustion that you hadn’t realized just how much he’d been holding back. the yearning in his voice is unmistakable, and it sends a thrill down your spine.

“oh? is that so?” you tease, your voice barely above a whisper, still coming down from the back to back orgasms he’s given you. you feel overwhelmed by how much he wants you, how much he’s been waiting for this moment, for you. 

“it is so.” he presses his forehead against yours, breathing you in like he’s trying to ground himself, but the tension in his body is evident. “you have no idea how badly i need this,” he groans, his lips brushing against yours. “how bad i need you.”

his words give you goosebumps, the weight of his need making your body ache with anticipation. you can feel how hard he is, his dick pressing against you as he rolls his hips, the friction making you moan softly into his mouth.

“well, hurry up then,” you whimper, your impatient hands slipping down his toned chest, tugging at his waistband. he lets out a low chuckle, but there’s nothing playful in the way his eyes darken with pure, unfiltered hunger.

“you’re gonna be the death of me, i swear,” he says, pulling back just enough to slide out of his sweats, his cock springing free and brushing against your thigh. you gasp at the heat of him, the anticipation building with every second that passes.

his hand slips between your legs again, his fingers sliding through your wetness as he positions the pink tip of his aching dick at your entrance. he’s teasing you, slow and with purpose, as if savoring every second. he nudges his tip against you, and you gasp, already so sensitive from everything he’s done to you.

“i’ve thought about this every night,” baekhyun continues, his voice husky as his fingers dig into your hips. “about feeling you wrapped around me again. how perfect your pussy feels around me.” he slowly inches inside you, his length stretching you in a way that feels both familiar and completely new after so long.

you let out a shaky breath as he pushes in deeper, filling you completely. the sensation is overwhelming, his body pressed against yours, hot and solid, and for a moment, all the doubts and insecurities vanish under the sheer weight of his desire.

“oh—fffuuuck,” baekhyun groans, his voice low and strained as he stills inside you. his hands grip your hips tightly, as if he’s struggling to keep himself in check. he thinks if he starts moving he just might cum. and he can’t have that. not when tonight is all about you. “missed this so much. god, you’re so f-fuckin’ tight,” he groans, voice strained. “i’ve been hah—dying to be inside ya again, ‘ma.”

your hands slide up his arms, holding onto him as he slowly begins to move, each thrust deep and calculated, as if he’s savoring the feeling of being inside you again. his pace is unhurried, but there’s an intensity in the way he moves, a desperation that has been building for months.

“you’ve been drivin’ me crazy,” he murmurs against your neck, his breath hot against your taut skin. “every time i look at you, i just wanna nnghh—make you mine all over again.”

your nails dig into his back as he thrusts deeper, his hips pressing flush against yours. he’s slow, almost torturously so, drawing out every sensation until your entire body is trembling beneath him.

“hah—and ya wanna know what else i’ve been th-thinkin’ about?” he whispers, his lips brushing your ear. “i wanna put another baby inside you.”

the words send a shockwave through your body, your breath hitching at the intensity in his voice. his hips snap forward a little harder now, his movements more purposeful, more driven by the raw need to claim you in every way possible.

you gasp, heart pounding at his confession. you feel dizzy with desire, his words igniting something deep within you.

“i’ve thought about it s-so many times,” he whimpers, his voice rough with need. “about filling ya up, nngghh—watchin’ ya grow round with our baby again. hah—y’looked so fuckin’ beautiful carryin’ our child. goddamn.”

each thrust punctuates his words, and the idea of him wanting to put another baby inside you only fuels the fire burning between you. you can feel his need, his desperation, and it pushes you closer to the edge with every movement.

baekhyun leans down, pressing a kiss to your parted lips, his hand slipping between your bodies to rub gentle circles over your swollen clit. “i’m gonna make ya mine again,” he groans. “mmnnghh—’m gonna fill ya up, ‘ma. you’re mine—all mine. and every time you f-feel my cum dripping down your leg tomorrow hah—you’ll remember. just. how. much.”

the pressure builds rapidly, the combination of his praise and the way he’s holding you tightly as he’s rearranging your insides sends you spiraling. his thrusts quicken, and you can feel him losing control, the weight of his desire crashing down on both of you.

“oh, yes! f-fuck nnngghhh—baek!” you can’t even form the words, your body tightening around him as the pleasure builds higher and higher. his name falls from your lips again and again and again, your voice breathless as you grip his shoulders, your nails digging marks into his soft skin.

“’m so close,” baekhyun groans, his voice thick and rough as he pounds into you harder, his hips slamming into yours with a desperation that mirrors your own. “cum f’me, baby. i wanna hah—feel you.”

his words push you over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you with an intensity that leaves you breathless. your vision turns white, body clenching all around him, hips bucking up into his as he continues to relentlessly thrust into you, chasing his own release.

baekhyun’s movements grow erratic, his hips snapping into yours with increasing urgency until he finally stills, his body shuddering as he spills inside you, coating your walls in a pretty white shade. the heat of him filling you makes you shiver, as he groans your name, his grip on your hips tightening as he rides out his release.

baekhyun collapses against you, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath, his forehead pressed lovingly against yours. he’s still inside you, both of you completely wrapped up in each other, the weight of his body grounding you, making you feel safe, loved. for a moment, the only sound in the room is the ragged breathing of both of you, tangled together in the aftermath of your shared release.

“i love you,” he whispers breathlessly against your lips, his voice raw with emotion. “i love everything about you, mama. you’re everything i need.”

after the intensity of the moment eases, baekhyun lifts his head, planting a tender kiss on your forehead. you both wince as he pulls out, the overwhelming sensitivity leaving you breathless. he settles close beside you, propping himself up, his hands gently gliding over your sides. his fingers trace the delicate curve of your waist, drawing you closer to him. his gaze softens, filled with affection as he brushes a strand of hair away from your face. his fingers linger on your cheek, and you can feel the weight of his thoughts, the unspoken emotions swirling in his eyes.

“y’know,” he begins, his voice low, still catching his breath. but there’s a depth to it that makes your heart skip a beat. “i didn’t think it was possible to love you more than i already did.” his thumb gently strokes your cheek, and he gazes at you with a mix of awe and appreciation. “but seeing you pregnant with our baby, watching you go through everything you did—physically and mentally—it just... changed everything for me.”

you feel a lump form in your throat as his words sink in, the sincerity and raw emotion in his voice making your chest tighten with warmth.

“i don’t think you truly understand how incredible you are,” baekhyun says, his brown eyes locked onto yours with unwavering intensity. “you endured so much to bring our baby into the world. i saw every moment—the pain, the struggle—but you were so strong. you did it all so well, and i’ll forever be indebted to you for that.

he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, but it’s more than just a kiss—it’s full of gratitude, admiration, and love.

“and now… seeing you like this,” he murmurs, his hand sliding down to rest on your waist, tracing the beautiful curves of your post-pregnancy body, “you’re even more beautiful to me. so much more. every part of you.” his eyes roam your figure, and there’s nothing but love and desire in his gaze.

baekhyun’s acknowledgment of your strength, of everything you endured, fills you with a deep sense of gratitude and relief. his touch, gentle and meek, tracing the parts of you that you’ve been insecure about, feels like a silent reassurance that you are enough—more than enough. his love feels like a weight lifting off your shoulders, and you couldn’t be more at ease

your heart swells with emotion, and his kiss, filled with gratitude and love. his confession was the tipping point, breaking down the walls you had built around your insecurities.

“thank you for loving me the way you do, baek,” you whisper, cupping his face as your noses brush together, savoring the warmth of each other’s presence and inhaling the scent that feels like home. “how did i get so lucky?”

“i could say the same about you, my love,” he murmurs between gentle kisses that he scatters across your cheeks and forehead, each one a soft reminder of his unwavering devotion.

he holds you gently yet firmly against his chest, your heart racing with excitement, filled with butterflies. each flutter reminds you of the deep love that grows stronger between you both.

“oh, and i meant every word i said earlier, by the way,” baekhyun’s voice breaks the comfortable silence, soft yet serious. “every word. i want more of this with you—more of us. i can picture it: a whole litter of mini versions of us running around.”

a smile tugs at your lips, your heart swelling at the thought of a future filled with love and chaos. “yeah, yeah. we’ll see,” you tease, fingers threading through his soft, dark hair, enjoying the way it curls around your hand.

“awww, come on, wouldn’t it be great?” he continues, eyes sparkling with mischief. “there’d never be a dull moment! and i want them all close in age," he adds, his excitement bubbling over without pause—like he’s the one who’s going to be pushing out watermelon-sized humans. "they’ll be running around, constantly yelling, ‘mommy, mommy, mommy!’ nonstop. 24/7, 365 days a year. sounds fun, right?"

you snort, rolling your eyes. “the only thing that makes me want to do is call up my obgyn and schedule a total hysterectomy, baekhyun.” his laughter is contagious, and you can’t help but grin. “i can already feel my hair graying just thinking about it.”

“fine,” he sighs dramatically, feigning defeat. “just four more, then.”

“FOUR?!” you exclaim, eyes wide, utterly incredulous.

he looks at you like a child trying to convince his parents to buy him a toy, except instead of a video game, it’s a whole team of children. “well, with the one we already have, we’d just need four more to form our very own basketball team.”

“byun baekhyun, do you even hear yourself right now?”

he presses his lips together, mock seriousness creasing his brow as if in deep contemplation. “...three?”

“what the hell? no, baekhyun,” you deadpan.

he chuckles, his toned arms wrapping around you, feeling like home as he leans in to press a gentle kiss against your lips. "oh, you won’t be able to resist me," he murmurs against your mouth, playful yet intense. the twinkle in his eyes makes it clear that he’s already decided, and deep down, you know he’s not letting go of this dream anytime soon—if ever.

and as he holds you close, still connected, you know that no matter what the future holds, he’ll always love you exactly as you are—beautiful, strong, and undeniably his.

જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩 a/n: as a leading member of the milfy trophy wife™ committee, i felt this request in my soul. this one really hit home for me, nonnie!!!!! :') i hope i did it justice for you <3 also, i think i’ll turn this into a series—little drabbles and such with dilf!baekhyun/husband!baekhyun hehe 🙂‍↕️ oh, and p.s., i’ll be updating the layout for all my fics to match this one! :") i just think it’ll be so pretty to have everything match hehe. anyway, i hope you enjoyed this one! <3

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[taeraenini]

[sunwoozs]

BAEKHYUN

‘Pineapple Slice’ M/V

[yuwuta]

Nanami ver of bsf upstaging bf?? ❤️

listen… i meant what i said when nanami is just as bad, if not worse when it comes to driving your boyfriend away/upstaging him... maybe his tact makes him a better man than satoru, but you could also argue that it doesn’t; you could argue that kento is is only as respectful as necessary and consciously pushes boundaries, whereas satoru just does!! he just IS!! satoru IS overbearing and knows no consequence, but kento is not and he is very aware that evert action has a consequence, but he weighs it, determines it’s worth it, or—arguably worse—determines that the threat of your boyfriend getting mad or figuring him out isn’t high enough. kento is premeditated murder, he is going to drive your boyfriend so insane, to a place where he fully believes he cannot compete where he cannot compares, and kento will not feel bad about it. so, i rest my case, vice president of the not shit club, and their children are NO better!! 

also, having been friends with kento sets a bar that your past and/or current boyfriend must quickly learn to meet, and more often than not, they don’t even come close. why go on random dating-app dates when kento sends food to your house just because he had an inkling you were sad (you texted him in a certain way that tipped him off). dates meeting you halfway at a restaurant/bar isn’t nearly as flattering when kento drives an hour in heavy rain and traffic after work to pick you up, just to make good on seeing a movie you told him you were excited about. expensive dinner dates and bar hopping becomes mundane when that’s the normal for you and kento, when he regularly takes you out to dinner, if not weekly, then at least bi-weekly, because he’s intentional about your friendship and having time to spend and catch-up with each other in between busy work days. it’s hard to be impressed with a boyfriend when your best-friend takes you on his twice-yearly vacations and pays for everything, citing that even though getting a proper vacation is hard, he loves the time spent with you, so it’s all worth it. kento doesn’t even have to wait for some guy to become your boyfriend, he puts any potential partners out of the running by the standards he’s already set for you. 

[baekhyunsbestie]

── ❝ hopelessly devoted to you ❞ 💗ྀི ̟!!

⟢ an ex-husband!baekhyun x ex-wife!reader series

જ⁀➴°⋆ content: rated E for everybody lmao. 1.2k+ words. angst, longing, yearning. divorce. explicit language. pet names. jealous baek. lmk if i missed anything, lol.

thinkin bout ex-husband!baekhyun, who’s still hopelessly, painfully in love with you.

no, he never got over the divorce. never got over you. how could he? you weren’t just his first love—you were the love, the only one who ever truly mattered.

even now, long after the papers were signed, baekhyun finds reasons to stay in your orbit. he drops by unannounced, armed with excuses that don’t fool anyone. "just wanted to check on you," he’d say, holding up a bag of your favorite takeout like a peace offering. or, with that familiar teasing grin, “you suck at taking care of yourself, sweetheart. someone’s gotta step up, right?”

but today, as he sets the bag of food down in the kitchen you once shared, his easygoing facade falters. his eyes catch on a vase of fresh flowers sitting on the counter—bright, delicate, and undoubtedly new.

they weren’t there last week when he came by to fix that "leaky faucet." no, he’s sure of it.

his chest tightens, a cocktail of jealousy and heartache bubbling up. someone else brought them. someone who isn’t him.

"hey, sweets," baekhyun calls out for you as he strides over to the vase, his eyes narrowing in scrutiny. he picks it up, tilting it slightly as though inspecting a priceless artifact or hunting for some incriminating evidence. of course, you weren’t stupid enough to leave the card from the sender out for him to see.

you’ve learned better by now. baekhyun’s nosiness knows no bounds. just last week, you’d caught him red-handed snooping under your christmas tree, crouched low and flipping through the gift tags like a detective on a mission. you could only guess he was hunting for a guy’s name to latch onto, but all he’d found were the usual suspects—your friends and family. he’d been smugly satisfied only for him to confront you, wide-eyed and grinning.

“so, what’s in that tiny box at the back of the tree?” he’d asked, his excitement barely contained. “y’know, the one with my name and the fancy red bow?”

now, as he gestures toward the roses with a casual wave, the teasing lilt in his voice returns. “what’s the deal? you got a boyfriend i don't know about or something? since when did you start liking roses? peonies are your favorite.”

his words hang in the air, the feigned indifference unable to mask the flicker of jealousy in his tone.

you leaned against the archway of the kitchen entry, arms folded tightly across your chest as if the posture alone could steady the rising panic bubbling beneath your skin. your voice, carefully measured, betrayed none of the unease you felt. “maybe i bought them for myself,” you lie, the words sounding hollow even to your own ears. baekhyun’s sharp eyes flicked to yours, and you knew instantly—you weren’t fooling him.

“riiiigghhht,” he drawled, stretching the word out as he straightened his stance. “because you’re definitely the type to buy yourself a bouquet of flowers you hate.” his scoff was sharp, laced with just enough bite to sting. shifting his weight, he leaned against the kitchen island, mirroring your stance with his arms crossed, the flowers sitting between you, an unspoken challenge. “seriously, who even gets you roses? you told me you hated them before we even started dating.” his pout deepened, his gaze dropping as his foot scuffed idly against the tiled floor. “pfft, what kind of dumbass gives you the wrong fuckin' flowers?”

“that was like eight years ago, baekhyun,” you scoffed, taking a few steps into the kitchen. “maybe i like roses now?” you lied, and the bombastic side eye he gave you as soon as the words left your mouth told you he knew it, too. “though i’m actually kind of shocked you even remembered that.”

the soft shuffle of his feet, the unmistakable pout on his lips—these tiny details triggered a surge of emotion within you, a vulnerability you hadn’t felt in so long. 

“well… yeah.” his voice softened, a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes. “how could i forget when i had that vase filled with your favorites at all times? expensive ones, too. not like this garbage,” he shot a disdainful look at the cheap flowers, “where were they even brought from anyway? a fuckin’ grocery store?”

“god, you’re such a snob,” you half-laughed, shaking your head. as you reached for the bag of food he brought, the savory aroma curled around you like a warm hug, the comforting scent grounding you in the moment. “mmm, thank you for this, baek,” you murmured, offering him a small smile as you began unpacking the contents.

that was all it took—your gratitude, the soft curve of your lips as you thanked him. his face lit up, radiant and warm, like the sun breaking through a stubborn bank of clouds. “couldn’t let my girl starve,” he quipped, the playful lilt in his voice wrapping around the words like a bow. the pet name fell from his lips effortlessly, so natural it almost slipped past unnoticed.

almost.

your wince was small, fleeting—a ghost of discomfort that vanished as quickly as it appeared, but not before he caught it. his smile faltered, just for a heartbeat, before he masked it with a casual shift in his posture.

you, ever composed, pretended not to see. instead, you busied yourself with the food, your hands moving deftly as you divided the portions between two plates. the savory aroma filled the space between you, but it did little to distract him from the pang of longing that your reaction had stirred.

“come on. let’s eat,” you said at last, your voice light and accompanied by that signature smile of yours—the one that made his heart skip in the way it always had whenever it came to you.

“right behind ya, sweets,” he replied, tossing you a wink, the playfulness in his eyes masking the quiet storm brewing beneath.

as you turned to lead the way, he followed, but the sight of your back—familiar, heartbreakingly so—triggered an instinct he hadn’t yet mastered silencing. his hand twitched at his side, the urge to reach out and settle it against the curve of your waist surging like muscle memory. almost a year had passed since the divorce, yet his body hadn’t caught up to the reality of it all.

he clenched his fists tightly, forcing them to stay by his sides, his nails biting into his palms to ground himself. the thought of you catching him—of seeing his vulnerability so plainly written in an unspoken gesture—sent a flush of shame crawling up his neck. thank god you couldn’t see him.

baekhyun exhaled a slow, steadying breath, forcing the longing back down into the hollow it came from before slipping into his seat. but when you set the plate down in front of him, he was already gone—lost in thought, his knee bouncing restlessly under the table.

his hands were clasped tightly in front of his mouth, his gaze unfocused but intense, like a detective piecing together a puzzle he refused to leave unsolved. the flowers had done more than catch his eye—they’d planted a question in his mind, one he wouldn’t rest until he answered. just who in the hell is sending you flowers?

you knew that look too well, the gears turning behind his eyes. you swallowed hard, trying to ignore the creeping unease curling in your chest.

he’ll figure it out, you thought, dread pooling low in your stomach. one way or another.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ a/n ꒱ ˎˊ˗ i’ve been mulling over starting this series for a while, and here it finally is!!! i don’t really know where i’m going w this, but hey, we’ll figure it out together lmao. this series is probably gonna be filled with lil scenarios like this—lots of longing, yearning, jealousy, and angst, all that fun stuff :’) k bye hope you guys enjoyed this because there’s definitely more ex-husband!baekhyun coming ur way!!!!!!

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[skeletalobscurity]

It’s been far too long since I’ve drawn them 🥹

[lunarstrider]

-then i heard your heart beating you were in the darkness too so i stayed in the darkness with you-

6. THE LOVERS

[jaennie]

BAEKHYUN for W KOREA 2023

[eomayas]

I want to read baekhyun and his pregnant wife 😢❤ Some arguments but fluff things too! She is emotional and easy crying. 🍄🍄 If you comfortable, I will be happy! You can change anything. 😗

hello! thank you for the request, i hope you enjoy this! ❤️

baby blues • bbh [req]

pairing: husband!baekhyun x pregnant!reader, established relationship

genre: angst, fluff, soft baekhyun

synopsis: reader is pregnant and in her feelings; baekhyun is a good husband

warnings: reader and baekhyun argue for a little bit, but it is not anything bad or crazy

your pregnancy hasn’t been easy. the morning sickness has lasted beyond what you thought it would, though it’s not as bad as it was in the beginning, and your body just aches. your moods change within a blink of an eye, making everything just harder for you and the people around.

but despite it all, you’re grateful to be pregnant and to be carrying baekhyuns baby. you just couldn’t wait for the day you finally pushed this little baby out.

“are you feeling better, honey?” your mom asks you, coming out of the kitchen with a glass of water for you. ever since your sickness didn’t stop after the the first few months, your mom insisted that somebody be there with you when baekhyun is away.

“yes,” you reply, taking the offered water from her hand. a few minutes before baekhyun left for the store, you told him you felt sick and he offered to stay with you, but you need groceries so he left and called your mom instead. it was when she walked in the door that you vomited, and chalked it up to a perfume or scent she was wearing. every time she’s come by you tonight, you’ve tried to breathe through your mouth so you don’t get nauseous.

you and your mom sit quietly on the couch and she checks in on you about every 30 seconds. you rub your belly as you watch the tv. by the third time your mom asks if you’re doing alright, you’re praying for baekhyun to walk through the door so she can go home.

to your luck, he walks in about five minutes later, and if you could spring up and usher your mom out, you would. but you stay seated, a smile on your face as he walks through the door. “hey, mom, hey, y/n,” baekhyun says, with a small smile on his face, his voice a little tired. he sets the bags of groceries on the counter and your mom gets up to greet him and help him unload everything.

you stay on the couch, both of them unaware of your pouting. y/n? since when did he ever call you that? you frown fold your hands over your stomach, tuning out the conversation between your mother and your husband.

“alright, honey, i’m leaving,” your mom says, coming over and giving you a kiss on your forehead. “are you alright?” she asks, putting a hand on top of your head.

“yes,” you snap. “get home safe.” you add, and your tone is anything but friendly. she opens her mouth to reply but closes it, not wanting to argue with you and make it worse, and just awkwardly pats your head before turning away to exit.

baekhyun and her share a look before he walks her out. he comes back and takes measured steps into the living room, as if entering a lions den. “are you alright, honey?” he asks sweetly, coming to sit next to you on the couch.

“now you want to call me honey?” you ask, glaring over at him. baekhyuns eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“what? i always call you that,” he says, going to grab your hand, but you pull it away.

“no, you called me ‘y/n’ when you walked in,” you whine, your frown deepening. baekhyuns face remains confused as he tries to remember everything he did when he got home. “i’m not your baby anymore?” you ask, your eyes welling up.

panic paints baekhyuns face when he notices the tears and he quickly scoots closer to you and grabs both of your hands. “of course you are, y/n! i just didn’t want to call you that in front of your mom,” he says, which is barely true but it’s true enough at the moment. he just wasn’t really thinking when he walked in. “don’t be upset, baby.” he says, kissing the back of your hands. you sniff and pull one of your hands away to wipe stray tears.

“can i have a kiss?” you ask, your voice quiet and shy. baekhyun smiles and brushes some hair out of your face before nodding and learning forward, gently placing his lips on yours. you put your hands on his cheeks and pull him impossibly closer to you, wanting to feel and be near him.

when you pull away, you give him a small smile and baekhyun pecks your lips before standing up. “i got you those snacks you wanted,” he says, grabbing your hands and pulling you up and off of the couch. your smile widens at the mention of your snacks, and you follow him into the kitchen.

baekhyun pulls down the box and opens it for you, grabbing one of the individual packages and handing it to you. you quickly tear it open and take a bite, expecting to enjoy it. you stop chewing and look at the packaging; everything is correct, but the taste is off. baekhyun has his back to you, rummaging through the cupboards, so he doesn’t see your reaction. “these aren’t right,” you say.

he turns around and looks at you, and then the box on the counter. “yes they are. you sent me a photo to make sure,” baekhyun says, pulling his phone out of his pocket to double check.

you shake your head. “no, they’re not. they don’t taste right,” you say, frowning at the food in the package.

“but they’re right. look,” he says, showing you the photo you sent.

“okay, but they’re not right,” you say, irritation evident in your voice. baekhyun looks at you, dumbfounded. “i dont want them.” you say, going over to the trash and throwing your unfinished snack away.

“are you going to throw them away?” he asks you, folding his arms over his chest.

“yes! they’re not right, baekhyun!” you say, your voice getting louder. you don’t really mean to yell at him, but you do and it makes him upset.

“baby, i don’t know what to do about that,” he says, trying to keep his voice even. baekhyun purses his lips as you guys have a silent stand off, and you shrug.

“well, i don’t want them,” you say, walking out of the kitchen.

“oh my god,” baekhyun mumbles under his breath. you snap your head in his direction and frown.

“what did you say?”

“nothing,” baekhyun says quickly, putting the box of snacks back in the cupboard because he knows that tomorrow you’ll be asking for them. “i didn’t say anything.” he reassures when he sees your frown.

you shake your head. “you’re mad at me,” you say, your expression somehow turning even sadder and your eyes welling up again. baekhyun runs his hand through his hair.

“no, y/n, i’m not,” he says, but the more you both stand here and argue, the thinner his patience gets, and you start to feel guilty. he does a lot for you, especially since you’ve been pregnant, and tries not to cause you any problems, and here you are crying over snacks.

“yes you are! i can see it!” you say, tears slipping out of your eyes.

“y/n!” baekhyun says, with more force and volume than he wanted. “please, just go sit down, okay? i’ll get you dinner just.. please, baby.” he says, his eyes closed and his head tilted up towards the ceiling. you sniff and turn around, sulking back to the couch.

the tears don’t stop, not even when he brings you a plate of food 10 minutes later. “here, baby,” he says gently, pulling the coffee table closer to you and setting the food down. he leans over you and kisses the top of you head and wipes under your eyes. “we’re okay.” he says, tilting your face to look up at him. you give him a small nod and he kisses your forehead.

“thank you,” you say, holding onto his wrists. he only nods and then tells you that he’s going to take a quick shower. you say okay, and when he’s gone, you fan your eyes to keep the tears at bay. you feel terrible and guilty, and you’re so tired of crying, but you can’t stop. you know baekhyun loves you and will do anything for you, and you know that he’s probably not as mad at you as you think, but you can’t help but feel like a problem.

later, when baekhyun gets out of the shower, he sees you already in bed. “hey,” you say, looking up from your book that is using your stomach as a stand. he gives you a small smile.

“hi,” he wipes the back of his neck with a towel and grabs some clothes, going back into the bathroom to change and finish his nightly routine. when he comes back out, he has a bottle of oil and some lotion in his hand. “do you want me to oil your belly?” he asks.

you nod and push the covers down and pull your shirt up. every night he does this, and has once you started to show. he massages your feet too, mostly when you ask, but he does it nonetheless. baekhyun is good to you, sometimes too good and it makes you wonder if you’re doing enough for him, but he constantly reassures you that you are.

baekhyun starts with the lotion first and gently massages your stomach. you watch him with love in your eyes, but that earlier feeling of guilt quickly takes over. “i’m sorry,” you blurt.

“for?” he asks, lifting his eyes to look at you.

“everything; being difficult and hardheaded,” you say, putting a hand on his cheek.

“you’re not difficult,” he says, going back to rubbing your stomach.

“yes, i am,” you argue. “but i dont want to fight, i just want to say that i’m sorry, and i love you.” you say, and he looks up at you with the kindest eyes, the ones that you said “i do” to a few years ago, the ones that made you fall for him after your second date. your baekhyun.

“i love you too, baby,” he says, leaning forward and kissing you sweetly. you could cry again from relief and happiness, but you don’t. you let yourself melt into him and this kiss that lets you know that everything will be alright.

[eruden-writes]

Scent Match - Part 10 (Augustine x Amber)

lycan x human celebrity x non-celebrity contemporary fantasy

(Note: Started with an anon asking for the phrase prompt, “Oh. Oh.”)

Summary: When Amber Dyer decided to attend a Creator Con, she never expected to run into Of Wolf and Blood lycan heartthrob, Augustine Prime.

But, there he was, stooping over her table, asking to buy the unflattering drawing of his character. Valuing integrity over taking money from a celebrity and running (though she was sorely tempted,) Amber finishes the sketch and delivers it to Augustine.

However, he continues to doggedly pursue her and entwine their lives.

All because of her scent.

x x x

First Part - Master List - Previous Part

x x x

The longer Augustine left Amber alone, the quicker her temperature fell. What was she doing? If they had sex, she'd just be a notch in his belt, right? Hell, he probably was planning to get a new number after this weekend so even giving her his contact info meant nothing!

Even if he was genuine, he'd get tired of her, bored. Or find someone that matched his lifestyle better. Best to leave on a high note and with some dignity intact. If she moved fast, she might even be able to sneak out while he was busy on the call.

"Alright, back," Augustine announced loudly as hereventured the room. He hopped back on the bed, sprawled onto his side as he flashed a teasing grin at Amber. "Now where were we?"

She stared at him, suddenly struck by his amiable smile and unarguably attractive face. Yeah, there was no way this wouldn't end poorly for her, no matter what he said or what she wished. "I should get going."

The way his features fell made Amber jump off the bed and start for the door. She wasn't about to be caught by his puppy drg eyes. She wasn't going to be guilted into anything further!

"Wait!" Augustine yelped, lurching forward and snagging Amber's wrist. She froze, eyes wide and staring at where he grasped her. Heat raced up her arm, tingling through her bones. 

Augustine swallowed, realizing he had moved before thinking as the wolfish ears atop his head sagged. It was too late to release her and he couldn't bring himself to loosen his fingers. "Please, stay."

"I'm not interested in doing anything else," she stiffly bit out. Despite the steel in her fore, she didn't pull away from him. She didn't know why. Maybe a small part of her wanted to see what he'd do, see if he'd let her go or push his desires.

"That's fine." A relieved smile fluttered over Augustine's face, his ears pricking forward. He stared up at Amber from his position still partially seated on the bed. "I just want to get to know you more… maybe wake up next to you in the morning?" 

He knew he was sounding needy, clingy. But he didn't want to say goodbye yet. The thought of being away from Amber, without her scent, without her, was a bitter thought.

She stared down at him, an internal battle waging behind her eyes. Could she trust him? He had seemed surprised at himself,  even ashamed, for grabbing her so suddenly. And when he voiced what he wanted, his voice had dipped soft and… Well, with anyone else Amber would say shy, but did Augustine Prime even feel bashfulness?

His gaze held hers, so earnest it made something in her twinge. She swallowed heavily, already knowing her answer before she said it. "Okay. I'll stay."

—

The next morning, Amber groaned as her phone shrieked at her. Cracking her eyes open, she spotted the infernal thing sitting on the bedside table, next to Augustine’s bed. The man in question laid next to her, on his side with a heavy arm slung around her middle. Deciding to be embarrassed about the position later, Amber reached out for her phone and squinted at the screen. 

A multitude of texts from Addie filled the chat box, but they seemed to be the same copy-pasted message: Where are you? We need to pack & leave the room before noon!

“Shit,” Amber mumbled to herself as she bolted upright. If they didn’t pack everything and get out of that room in time, they’d have to pay for another night or upcharges. Though the two could possibly pay it, it ate into the profit margin they had attained. 

Augustine’s arm tightened around her middle, not loosening even as she tried to shove him off. She was about to smack at his arm, before a sleepy, rumbled question came from the man, “Where’re you going?” 

"I need to go. Addie and I have a long drive back home." Amber swatted at his arm to which Augustine, thankfully, released his hold on her. Although she couldn’t help but notice how he pouted. She ignored that observation as she hopped out of his bed, still wearing her clothes from the prior night. 

As Augustine pushed himself up in bed, Amber’s gaze briefly detoured down his body. In the light that filtered through the blinds, every contour of his body became highlighted. He really was attractive, she thought, as her eye traced over his happy trail and back up his body to his face. His stubble had grown overnight into a scruffy short beard and his hair was tousled from sleep.

"I could come with you,” Augustine offered when Amber’s attention finally returned to his face. He liked her looking at him like that - it made excitement swell in his chest - but he knew better than to mention it.

She shook her head, her nose wrinkling though there was a tinge of amusement in her voice. "Don't you have a plane to catch or something? Big fancy actor things to do?"

"Not right away. I was going to stay in town for a few days." He gave an easy shrug before he shoved off the bed, moving to stand a little closer to Amber.  "No necessary obligations for a couple weeks or so."

"And you want to go on a road trip with me and Addie?" Amber’s expression and tone fell flat as she crossed her arms, not believing his interest had sustained this long.

Augustine smiled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Addie's nice, but I'm going to spend time with you."

"We don't have too much extra room for luggage,” she retorted, waving a hand and all the sheer stuff the man had around the bedroom alone. Gods knew what else in the massive hotel room he had. Saddling Addie with the job of transporting it all, on top of all their own gear and souvenirs, was unfair. 

In fact, how selfish of him to think he could so easily come along! Amber tried to hang onto that outrage, but in the face of Augustine’s hopeful smile, it was hard to cling to anger.

"I'll take one bag - just some necessities - and send the rest back by courier,” he answered with a slowly growing smile. Over the decades, he could sense when people were caving to his requests. But she had surprised him before, so he held his breath.

Amber hummed, narrowing her eyes on the man. His tail waggled gently behind him, but it seemed as if he was trying to tamp down his excitement. She had to admit, having another travel companion might be okay. After pressing her lips together, an opportunistic thought scurried through her head. "Can you drive?"

"Um, yeah?" Augustine’s eyebrows furrowed, uncertain where she was going with the sudden tangent.

"That doesn't sound convincing,” she mumbled, her frown deepening. Would Addie even let him drive her car? There was insurance to think about, plus she wasn’t even sure how well the man could drive. Weren’t actor sorts constantly getting into car wrecks? Or was that due to all the partying and drinking?

"Yes, I can drive,” Augustine sighed with a firmer tone. His hands pressed to his hips, his head cocking to the side. "Why?"

"I hate driving. If you come with, you're taking my driving shifts." She pointed in his face, as if it was a challenge being issued.

"Okay.” He shrugged, his smile tilting into a crooked grin. Amused and delighted. If driving was all he had to do in order to ensure more time with Amber, he’d drive for-fucking-ever. As long as she was in the car with him. Well… no, that wasn’t true. He’d do whatever he needed to do to stay or be in her proximity. 

"Okay…" she echoed his consent slowly. That was too easy. Amber let her hand awkwardly drop, her eyebrows furrowing in uncertainty. Biting her bottom lip, she had to tear her eyes away from Augustine lest the creeping heat in her body splashed across her face. She busied herself with gathering her purse and shoes, still not looking at him, though her words were bashful, "I guess you can come then. If Addie agrees."

"Sweet. Let me get dressed and throw a bag together real quick.” The bed squeaked beneath him as he hopped down, padding to the bathroom.

She didn’t dare look up as he passed by her, too deep in her own sudden worries to really see Augustine. This all had been a mistake, hadn’t it? From last night to this morning, she had bumbled into a terrible situation. The whole point of coming to him last night was to end whatever it was he wanted and feed her own hormones! Now they were going to travel together. For hours. In a car.

Amber swallowed, glancing at her phone once more. She would just have to rely on Addie to be the blockade that stopped this off-the-rails situation.

x x x

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I'm gonna say it

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I miss exo

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230722 kbshomenam Instagram Update

"I just started being a house husband For those who haven't turned on KBS2  You don't have it, right?  1. EXO in different poses  2. We are looking at the same thing as EXO-L  3. Kyungsoo's rabbit eyes  4. Xiumin drinking water 5. Handsome Suho  6. Baekhyun is like an angel  7. Serious Chanyeol 8. Sehun: You, EXO-L 9. Chen's refreshing smile  10. Oh, that's not it. Kasper"

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Mr. House Husband 2 - EXO

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230722 : EXO Cut

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231014 | Sehun, Chanyeol and Kasper new selcas (Mr. House Husband 2)

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