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“Can I pay with my body? I’m an angel, I don’t have money” you jokingly asked and inclined your face over his to pay him with a kiss. He looked at you with smug look, abruptly waking up and rolling you over. He pinned you on the bed, his hands holding your wrists, his body over yours, both of you with no piece of clothing to separate your skin from his. An animalistic instinct waking up deep inside you. He looked into your eyes, devouring you with them.
“I was hoping you would say this. Don’t worry…” he said, holding both your fists with one hand and the other cupping your face “…I intend to make you work for it.” And he kissed your neck, his name burning on your throat.
Hiss kisses on your neck became brutish, taking you in his dominance. Teeth nibbled and scratched on your skin. Gentle sucking motions, not hard enough to make a mark, but with enough force to make you moan. His tongue soothing the places his teeth and lips had been.
When his caresses reached you lips, the animalistic battle between your mouths began once again. One of his hands still made your arms cross above your head. The other moved from your face to tightly grab your waist. His body weight was all on top of you and you were trapped. His nude features pressed on yours made you shiver with the slightest movement.
When he broke the kiss and started whispering obscenities on your ear with his low voice you lost it. He said how you felt so good riding him a few hours earlier. That you danced so well and bounced in his cock that only thinking about made him crazy. At that point he let go the hand on your waist to stroke his cock a few times.
The tip brushed gently against your outer lips, but didn’t reach your clit. You were becoming restless with all that teasing. You tried to wrap your legs in his body, in order to feel him more, wiggling your hips. But he didn’t let you. You gasped for air as he let go his hand that held your wrists to grab your waist. he sat down on his knees. His other hand guided his cock into your folds. Holding his shaft, he guided the head gently all over you.
He stimulated you, nice and slow, alternating pressing, rubbing and tapping his cock in several points of your vulva. He started in your outer parts and deepened as he went, saving your sensitive bundle for last. He read your signs as you moaned and grumbled his name under the pleasure waves that took over you. All that stimulation had made you really wet. You were drenched in your own fluids, as he moved his penis all over you. You dripped in such an intensity that even your ass was soaked.
Then he smoothly thrust inside you, but only the head. He used his hand to make circling motions in the shape of an O at you entrance, pushing you further next to your edge. He put it out and pressed the tip against your clit again, this time harder and in swift motions. When you were about to fall into pristine bliss, he crammed his hips inside you fully, quick and sharp. You screamed as you were hit by the extreme rapture. You held him under his shoulders as he chased his own elation, throwing himself over you ruthlessly.
Soon he mewled, throwing his head back and closing his eyes, ejaculating inside you. Your ears, your heart and your folds all pulsed frantically as you rode out of your thrill. You hugged him, pressing the tip of your fingers on his back and caressing him with your fingernails. He smiled when you did that, he loved the sensation chilling his skin.
“Oh God, what did you do to me?” you asked, smiling. He gave you one of those irresistible grins as he kissed you but didn’t answer. When he dismounted you, you heard him complain about his back. He was very tall and sometimes his back hurt.
Because he had been preparing for the comeback, plus made delicious sex with you twice in one night, you decided to give him a back massage. You told him to lay down, and you grabbed a bottle of body oil from your bathroom. You positioned yourself as you rubbed his muscles and pressed all the places you knew would make him feel better.
He hummed when you made an eight with your thumb on his lower back and complained when you reached his sensitive and sore spots. His arms were crossed under his chin, his eyes closed as you stroked his body. No sensual intent, just your wish to make him feel better. Sex was great and all, but what made you two be together for as long as you have is because you supported each other.
In the beginning you used to be a little jealous of his fans and be upset because you had to hide your relationship (of course, people close to you knew). But now you were more concerned about him and what his work demanded of him.
Music was his passion, he absolutely loved what he did as much as he loved you. However, sometimes you wandered what your life would be if he wasn’t famous. And every time you concluded that it wouldn’t be him, the Chanyeol you loved right now. So, that thought calmed your heart.
He fell asleep when you were about to finish. You went to the bathroom to wash yourself, tip toeing in your way. So you did, and put back your panties and your loose tan top. You came back and took a look at the clock. It was almost 5:15 am. You weren’t sleepy anymore, so you decided to fix him breakfast.
How long must he have had a home cooked meal? You couldn’t even guess, probably the last time he saw his parents. You closed the door behind you as you headed to the kitchen. You weren’t the best cook in the world, but you could manage a decent meal. But you wished you could prepare a traditional breakfast for him.
When he woke up, about 6 am, you were almost done. He was rubbing his eyes, wearing underwear and walking slowly towards you. You placed a mug of coffee in his hands. You were on the tip of your toes to give him a kiss, but without success. You pouted. He gave you a slight smirk and bend down, eyes slightly closed. You touched his lips with yours, just a “good morning” peck. You knew he wasn’t much into talking right after waking up.
He gradually woke up as he drank coffee and ate. You have made something simple, just toast and scrambled eggs with cheese and ham. You completed your own mug with milk and coffee and watched him eat. Until he noticed you were staring. He patted his lap and you obeyed. He got a spoonful of eggs with extra cheese and made you eat it.
You made annoyed sounds because you had made those for him. Plus, you never felt hungry so early in the morning. “Honey, eat something, please.” He said, with his mouth full. You rolled your eyes and opened your mouth as he fed you. “Good girl” he said and stroke your hair. You chewed really slowly so he wouldn’t give any more food.
You two chatted as he ate. He insisted on you eating more and in the end you obliged. When it was time for him to leave you felt your heart sinking. He tried to be as affable as he could, hugging and kissing you a lot. You knew, you had already talked about it. It was worse for him when he saw you like that. So you put on your best smile and shoved your feelings inside you, knowing you’d cry a lot once he left.
Starting today you had no idea when you would be able to see him again. The comeback was around the corner and things would be chaotic. Presentations, television programs, tours and he had to promote his new movie. Your summer vacation was approaching and you’d spent it alone, probably.
You were in your room as he was dressing. He made a gesture to put on his Deadpool shirt, but he stopped and tossed it to you. “Keep this for me until we see each other” he said. You grabbed it, sniffing his scent and he put on his sweater instead. You carefully placed his shirt over your pillow.
He kissed you goodbye as the van was already downstairs, waiting for him. He said some consolation words, whispered promises only you two new, and saying how much he loved you. You hugged him, repeating you were fine and that you loved him, wishing him good luck. He kissed you once more and you poured all your love for him into it.
The moment he closed the door you had to cover your mouth in order not to sob loudly. Hot tears streamed down your face, your soul breaking into pieces. It was always like this when he was gone. Your love for him always won in the end, but the battle inside you was getting harder and harder.
All the small things you wished you did with him, all the normal boyfriend and girlfriend activities, all the nights you spent alone. All the constant talking of your friends and acquaintances that something must be wrong with you, because you turned down all their offers of blind dates. Your worry about his health and your longing to just be with him. All of this made you snap, and the sounds of your cries would probably get to his ears now.
You were so sad your body ache, the desperation taking over. The food in your stomach rioting inside you. Your hands went to your face to try to contain the tears, unsuccessfully. He slammed the door and stormed into the room, not even bothering to take off his shoes. He swooped you into his arms and held you tight. He didn’t say a single word, he just stood there with you in his arms as you let out all the bad feelings you had inside in the form of sobs and tears.
When you calmed down, he slowly released you and you saw his own face was red and marked with long streaks under his eyes. He kissed your forehead and you could almost grasp all his tenderness. “No matter what happens, Angel” he said, looking at you “we will always be together.” he said. You nodded and hugged him one more time.
This time he left for good. You went to your bathroom to take your daily pill. But before you could do that you ran to the toilet and threw up all your breakfast. Probably because of the stress.
You stood up and looked at your reflection at the mirror. A mess was an understatement. You couldn’t even find a word that described your current state. You brushed your teeth and looked for the little box you stored your pill. But there was something off. You counted the number of pills and freaked out.
Yesterday, the same day you had sex with Chanyeol you had forgotten to take it. You could be pregnant right now. The box fell from your hands, falling on the floor and spilling the medicine as long with all your fears on the bathroom rug.
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The weeks passed and it was the beginning of July. Your grandma would have to be operated, so your mom decided to stay there indefinitely. At least until your granny was fully recovered. Your mom has been at home just to get a few things, like clothes. She had given you a good scold after seeing the state of the house.
“Do I have to do everything alone in this house? Not even with your sick grandma you move a finger?” she said, as she kicked the pile of clothes in your room. You moved yourself from the bed to face her. “I’ll do that when I wake up” you said, going back to sleep. She kept yapping nonstop until she left. Silence really is golden.
You received a text of your friend, Clover. Well, that wasn’t her name, but everybody called her that. Minseok had given the nickname and had stuck. She was asking you if you’d like to meet her there or if you’d rather she came to your house. You replied that you’d meet her at the clinic.
Today was the day. You would get the test results. You did those pharmacy tests, but most of them were inconclusive, so you had rushed into your doctor’s office. She categorically said that forgetting the pill even one day could lead to unwanted pregnancy. So, you had to submit yourself to a series of tests. But one of the machines had broken down, delaying your schedule.
Clover had been on your side every night. She helped you bare your burden, listening to you, hugged you when you cried, even though she was at a happy place herself. You two now were on the same boat, because she finally started dating Minseok. But she was so good to you and put your needs first.
Time flew and when you realized you were on the waiting room of the clinic, Clover by your side talking to you calmly. It was as if you were on autopilot since this morning. You thanked her and she understood you wanted to be left alone.
The only person who knew about this was her. You didn’t want to bother Chanyeol, he was super busy. How would he concentrate? But… how would he react? You feared your mother, if she would be disappointed in you. Another woman in the family, unmarried and with early an pregnancy. It would be a huge blow on your grandma. What would his family think? His mother, his older sister? And it would affect your academic life. You knew very well it would be an extra problem when getting a job. You saw it first hand with your mom.
You had balanced all the possibilities in your mind. The pros and cons. And all of them frightened you. The possibility to bring a child into this world without being prepared, the social stigma of the unmarried mother. The possibility to end it, but you didn’t know if you’d feel guilty or relieved. The possibility of giving the child up for adoption. But you weren’t sure your boyfriend or your mother would let you go through with these last two.
You understood now why this was such a delicate topic. You could see each of the people involved in this with a different opinion. But in the end, the decision rested in yourself and your partner. When the nurse called your name, you jumped on the seat.
You and Clover got into the doctor’s office as she greeted you with a warm smile. She talked about the medical terms a little and showed your exams.
“You’re not pregnant” she said. Clover squeezed your hand and you let out a deep breath. It was a boiling pot of emotions inside you. Relief. Regret. Joy. Angst. And a little bit of disappointment. Yes, all of this. You started crying. In a dark corner of your mind lurked the feeling that maybe if you got pregnant Chanyeol would have to marry you and you could have a normal life. You could even picture a little version of him running around your house.
Clover passed an arm over your shoulder and pat you gently on your back. What were you thinking? That would ruin his career and make him miserable. Or maybe you two would get secretly married but wouldn’t be able to tell the public. But it didn’t matter anymore. You weren’t expecting his child.
Your doctor looked at you with those eyes that had seen many things over the years. She showed you compassion and offered some tissues. “You don’t have to feel guilty, you know.” She said, putting away the tissue box. “It’s completely normal to be confused. What you have to ask yourself is: what are going to do from now on?”
She talked some more about your exams, and your general health, and advised you on your birth control methods and all those things. Clover dropped you at home before she went to dance practice. You would have a lifetime debt with her.
You put your stuff in your bed and sat down. The question your doctor asked was still in your mind. What about now? What would you do? Obviously the next step would be telling him.
You were interrupted by the sound if your phone. Your boyfriend was calling you. Awesome. Afraid he might think something was wrong from your voice, you cleared your throat. You were able to hide from him until now. You weren’t ready to tell him, at least not yet.
So you picked it up and he started talking really fast. You were used to it by now and usually you got 90% of what he would say. He said something about a bowling game that you had to watch in a 20 minutes. And that afterwards everybody would gather for a barbecue at the dorms, and all the girlfriends and closest friends were invited.
And then he whispered, probably covering the phone with his hands, that he couldn’t stop thinking about you. He said he missed you and loved you and couldn’t wait to see you coming on his cock like you did twice last time. You smiled and said you loved him and missed him too.
“What’s wrong, Angel?” he said. You froze. “Nothing, why would you ask that?” you said, defensive. “Oh. Because you’re usually more… I don’t know, eager? Especially since we don’t see each other for a while and all” he said. You could even see the way he would be standing and his worried expression by the way he talked. You smiled. “I’m sorry, I’m just not very well right now. But you bet I miss you in every possible way.”
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You and Clover were on a cab, headed to the dorm. You were thanking her for all her help these days. You handed her a little box. “It’s not much, it’s just a token of our friendship.” You said, your expression happy and free. She hugged you and opened the box. Inside it had a silver friendship bracelet, with different charms.
She examined one by one. A little ballerina, for her profession. A four leafed clover, of course. A little star representing you. A tiny orange, representing her oldest friend, Chen. And a heart with an X on it. You explained each one for her. “I decided to put an X on the heart because people won’t be able to suspect. It could simply mean a kiss.” You said.
She and Xiumin would be keeping their relationship a secret, like yours and Chanyeol’s. And other members’ partners. Only the boys and a few people would know. “And the good thing is that you can add as much charms as you like!” you said, excited. Her eyes became wet and she hugged you once more. “Angel, you’re the best!” she said.
When you got to the house you all called “dorms”, everybody was there already. They had set the grill on the backyard. Jongdae greeted you, hugged you both and took a picture of you three. “I told my girl I would be sending her a picture of everyone here today.” He said, grinning from ear to ear. He continued: “She’s in France right now”. His attention went to his phone, probably sending his girlfriend the picture.
The next one to greet you was Minseok. He also hugged you, before pulling Clover towards him and kissing the air out of her lungs. People started cheering and turning around to see the source of the commotion.
Baekhyun was sitting on a lawn chair, a very blushed girl sitting on his lap. It must be his new girlfriend, the makeup artist. You’d have to greet her later and welcome her to the “EXO’s Girlfriends Club” like you and Clover had named it. Sehun was next to him, listening to Baekhyun’s chitchat. They were talking about soccer.
You could see Yixing under a tree, walking and talking on the phone. He spoke in really fast and loud Chinese, and seemed flustered. Suho, Kai and Kyungsoo were around the grill, flipping the meat. Well, Kyungsoo was doing all the work that is. Kai and Suho were supposed to chop the vegetables, but were eating and talking more than anything.
It had become an unofficial party. There were other people, most of them you knew. There were some unfamiliar faces, but you were scanning the crowd for your boyfriend. Then you felt someone hug you from behind. A head resting above yours. The usual and unique scent of gentle soap. You relaxed and you placed your hands above the ones that were squeezing you.
He turned you around and grabbed your waist, leading you to his lips. A soft and gentle kiss. When it ended you open your eyes and saw his, shinning under the backyard’s fairy lights. “Hi” you said. “Hi” he greeted back. “I missed you” you told him, reaching for his hair and playing with his red locks. It was a shame. His natural hair color would always be the most beautiful to you. “I missed you too” he replied, giving you gentle butterfly kisses.
“Can we… hum… talk in private?” you asked him. “You mean talk” and he made quotes with his hands, smiling like the goofball he was, “or really talk?”. You scoffed at him and smiled. “Really talk” you said. “Let’s go to my room” was his answer.
His room was tidier than normal. Maybe because they knew people were coming over. You sat on his bed. He notice you looking and said: “Baekhyun is keeping this place cleaner” he rolled his eyes as he said that. “What is it that you want to talk about, Angel?” he sat on the bed in front of you.
You had to breathe deeply for a couple of times. His hand reached to cup your face. The tenderness of his touch was all it took to make you crumble. You closed your eyes and felt the tears coming down. He didn’t say anything, just stood there, caressing you.
“I… I had a problem with my birth control.” You said, opening your eyes and looking at him. He seemed shocked, the words ‘are you pregnant’ forming in his mouth. You rushed to clarify: “I’m not pregnant. But I thought I was for almost a month.” And you explained what happened in detail. You told the only person that knew was Clover. His face was becoming darker as you told him the whole story. When you finished he was on the verge of fury.
“I’m sorry I made such a silly mistake.” You said, tilting your head down. “This is not the problem” he said. You looked at him. His hands grasping the edge of the bed, his eyes dark, targeting you in disbelief. “I mean, a baby right now wouldn’t be ideal, but we would manage. We always do. I’m not saying I want kids right now, but I do want someday. With you. What makes me angry is that you didn’t tell me and passed through all that alone!” the last word he almost shouted, smacking a pillow on the wall.
You stood there, your knees to your chest as a new wave of tears dripped from your eyes. You saw his chest go up and down as he controlled his emotions. You started sobbing. You let it all out. You told him about how you felt. About why you didn’t tell him, because his work was important. And you finally said out loud that part of you wanted to have his child just to be with him.
He came back to you, his eyes filled with worry, tender and love, and hugged you. You put your knees down and let him position your head on his chest. He slightly rocked you back and forth, soothing you. He softly started humming something. Your song. You bared your face on his chest as he sang to you, his deep voice emotional and almost cracking. You stopped crying.
He wiped your tears and stroke your hair. “Angel, I wasn’t mad at you. The situation frustrates me. I know exactly why you didn’t tell me. You know I really love what I do, but I love you even more. Sometimes it’s so difficult. And you try to ease that up for me, I know you do. But please, never hide anything from me again. It won’t help at all. Even the smallest thing. Promise me, Princess?”
You nodded and he hugged you again. You heard a knock on the door and the voice of Clover, calling you. Chanyeol told her to come on in. You two stood up as she entered. She told you the meat was ready and people were calling you to eat. She gave you a look that you understood right away. She had volunteered to call you because she knew what was going on.
Then your boyfriend did something that surprised both of you. He hugged Clover and thanked her for helping you all this time.
You all went downstairs together. He held your hand and was again the “Happy Virus”. Your hand traveled under his Deadpool shirt you were wearing to your pendant. You thanked Heavens for being blessed with an angel in form of a boyfriend.

Notes

This is a fictional story. Any similarities to real people are unintentional.
This story contains mature themes. All the stories of this author are from the genre SMUT, but it may contain others.
By reading this story you agree that you are 18 years or older.
The author does not authorize the reproduction of this material, fully or partially.

1. SPOILER ALERT/WARNING: Let me explain something about this plot. What made me write about such a delicate topic is because it is closer to reality than anything else I’ve ever written. This is a blog dedicated to smut fiction and fanfiction. But it is not detached from reality, in my point of view. And the reality is: if you have a vagina, an uterus and ovaries, you can get pregnant having sex with someone who has a penis and a scrotum. It doesn’t exist a form of birth control that is 100% effective. So, at least in my blog, when you read that two characters had sex without protection (female or male condoms) please presume they know each other and use an alternative form of birth control (other than coming outside, that is the worst and completely noneffective).
2. Please, in real life, USE PROTECTION! Even if you’re not cis and heterosexual, doesn’t matter your gender or your sexuality, please be safe.
3. The technique he uses on her on the first scene is called Kunyaza.
4. The last thing I wanted to say is regarding abortion. It is not my intention to take sides or start a debate about it. My intention is to bring the struggle of the character, when she faces this reality (but don’t worry,she’s not pregnant at all, I wouldn’t do that to you guys). I apologize in advance if someone is offended by this.