[Fic] Instructions - 1/1
Title: Instructions
Pairing: Sehun/Boa
Rating: NC-17
Summary: 20 request prompts. Most are smut and each prompt is marked.
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Prompt: sehun/boa sehun going down on boa
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Sehun was never rough, but he was insistent. Boa had known what it would do to him to be half dressed with nothing on but some lace and one of his shirts dripping off of her, but she’d failed to take into account what seeing him would do to her. Sehun’s face and shoulders were damp, his tank top clinging to his chest, and she’d nearly been the one on her knees instead before he’d tugged her in, pulling her up onto her toes and kissing her until his lips were no longer cool from the water he’d drank but heated against her mouth.
“I wouldn’t have made it back if I’d known,” he muttered, pressing kisses along her neck and pulling away to stare down at her bared skin.
“That’s why it was a surprise,” she said, and reached up to tug loose the ribbon between her breasts, shrugging the cloth clear. “Oh!”
Boa moaned as Sehun’s head dipped, his arm curved in her lower back and his lips pulling against her nipples. She clung to his neck and shoulders, her head lowering over his as he sucked and kissed against her skin.
“Sehun.”
Sehun’s free hand slid down the back of her underwear, stroking and squeezing, and pushing until the cloth fell, wet, down her legs. But she still didn’t realize what he intended until he lowered her onto the padded bench, and she leaned against the wall gasping as he knelt between her legs and lifted them until her thighs obscured the lines of his tank top.
“Sehun,” she said, and it felt like she was warning him, gripping his hair and inhaling, trying to steel herself.
And Boa couldn’t even make a noise, frozen and trembling at the first swirl of his tongue against her clit. His mouth sounded so wet against her, nudging with his lips and sucking until she was groaning and gripping Sehun’s hair even tighter and pulling him against her as she pressed up against his tongue. Her thighs were shaking and he moaned against her, feeding on her desperation, and giving her, more, more, until it felt like she was breaking. She gasped as the orgasm washed over her, shuddering, tugging on him and moaning helplessly as he drove her over the peak and then kept her there, driving her up again, a third time until she was shaking apart, her body clutching hard and quick until she collapsed back, the throbbing feeling like it was a living thing.
Sehun let her drift in that bliss for a few moments at least as she let go of his head, and he rubbed along her thighs and looked maybe rightfully smug as he considered her, all spread out in front of him as she was. She’d made the best choice waiting for him like that. She was giving herself a gold star.
“I thought you liked my hair,” he teased, referencing the abuse she’d just given it, and she smacked the top of his head as he laughed and teased his tongue along until he could slip it inside of her. That was wishful thinking, she thought. But that did feel nice. Actually, it felt really nice, and she sighed and let her thighs slip wider.
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Prompt: sehun/boa they arrive at jeju as two but leave as three wink wink aka younger husband knocks up his wife on their honeymoon fic pls
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Boa made Sehun stay in the room while she finished getting ready, because she wanted the mirror, wanted to be ready. The material was white and sheer and perfect, and she was pretty sure it was going to make the eyes pop out of his head.
That was what she wanted. Plus him.
And Sehun froze, his belt dropping out of his hand and onto the carpet. The bed was right there so she walked to it, patting the covers and lounging onto it. There was a beat of waiting, Sehun looking over her from head to toe.
“Are you just going to look?” she asked, and Sehun all but ripped his undershirt over his head to go to her.
She wanted more than just looking, like touching, like his hands that touched her stomach then and cupped her breasts through the cloth until he almost tumbled down with her so that she could kiss him and feel him over her. Sex wasn’t a mystery to them. She’d taught him everything she knew about her body and learned so much about his, but fuck, she wanted their first night married to be hot and satisfying. She was writhing under him, trying to buck up against the hand he cupped between her legs and he groaned, feeling how wet she was.
“You’re gorgeous,” he said, and he sounded so dazed, so delightfully dazed like he didn’t know what he was allowed to do other than to look and touch.
“Your wife needs you,” Boa told him and that seemed to trigger him as he tugged at her panties, getting them off with considerable effort as he tried not to move off of her. But his fingers plunged into her as he sucked her nipples through the sheer fabric. “Oh fuck, Sehun.”
His chest was heaving he pushed himself up, fumbling out of his pants and shoving his underwear down to free his cock. She thought he was just going to climb on top of her, but no, he reached and turned her and gripped her hips.
“Ready?” he asked on a half gasp and she laughed and spread her legs.
She shrieked as he pulled her right to the edge of the bed, and she barely had time to inhale before he’d buried himself in her, his hips settling heavy on hers driving her down against the mattress and grinding against her clit. Her thighs widened, desperate, nails digging into his back as he moaned her name, hips moving like his life depended on it, making her orgasm shimmer just out of reach, until she watched him grimace, felt his cock slide deep, felt his orgasm in the jerking of his hips. Boa gasped against his neck, pleasure exploding as she spasmed around him and pulled him in. She shuddered again just before he moaned and stilled, and she was trapped under him, with him still inside of her.
It made her purr, pressing her thighs to either side of his hips. “I like that position. A lot.”
“That wasn’t the romantic wedding night sex I was planning to give you,” Sehun said, muffled against her skin.
And Boa laughed. “Start as you mean to go on. Besides, what’s twice in one night to you?”
His dirty chuckle made her think he was inclined to agree.
And he did, giving both their bodies a break for a while before kissing her and sliding slow inside her, until they were both sweating and shaking, and wrung out as he pulled her against him.
“Good night, husband,” she said very seriously, and he both laughed and choked, like he was just remembering oh yeah, they were married.
“Good night, wife,” he replied in the same tone, and that pleased her very much.
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It was nice, having all that time to do nothing but relax - and do all the things that included no relaxing. Whether it was swimming, showering, and going back to the room to let Sehun peel her out of her bikini and tug on her nipples as she rode his cock, or waking Sehun up with her lips wrapped around his cock. They’d tickled each other until they were both shrieking, and he pinned her then until she was breathlessly moaning under him and his laugh was dirty then instead as she came for him.
It seemed like he thought he won, but it sure felt like she had because she was still wrung out on pleasure when she got to watch and feel him come for her.
It made her regret they weren’t just going to get to lounge around their apartment at home and try new positions at all hours of the day but it was something to aspire to.
She was pretty sure they slept the entire way back home, totally exhausted from trying to make the best of their last night, and the quick fuck against the hotel room door they’d indulged in just before they left. How to appear dignified when he’d strutted out, proud as a peacock.
But the queasy stomach that sent her to the doctor, she half let herself wonder. And when the doctor confirmed, knowing that Sehun hadn’t touched her for over a week before the wedding had her going home with the report tucked into her purse. His face when she told him he’d gotten her pregnant during their week of relaxation and nakedness was going to be priceless.
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Prompt: boa teaching sehun how to please her sexually pls
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It wasn’t just about showing Sehun how to be polite when she had her lips around his cock. There were things he’d learned over the course of his life, whether from past partners or porn or just expectations or fantasy, and not all of those fit quite with her. He couldn’t choke her without getting bitten, and the kisses just needed a tiny bit less tongue.
But oh, his mouth was eager, holding Boa up against him and kissing her like a drowning as he hugged her, groped her. He didn’t have everything wrong, there were just places that they both could get a little closer to meeting in the middle. The first time he’d gone down on her, she’d come so fast because she’d just ground against him until he’d come in his pants, but that had needed a little finesse. She learned to moan or clutch his hair when he moved his tongue just right, and when she gasped for more fingers, more sucking, he was an eager student. If only all life lessons included a guaranteed orgasm against Sehun’s tongue. It had seemed to beg for as much practice as they could fit into a week, and neither of them had in any way complained. He liked getting her off, no surprise there when he looked like he’d just conquered a planet when she was panting and wrung out because of him.
But he was also a man and when she had, gently, tried to coach him how it felt best when he was either making love to her or fucking her, she could almost see that Sehun took it as a slight against his penis and his manhood altogether.
He was just bigger than her in every way, and she was so glad for that, but there had to be something that gave there. When he caught on, when he felt her ease into it, when he saw her giving for him, it clicked. When she didn’t have to worry he was going to overtake her limits, she could enjoy herself, too, instead of holding him back. The most wasn’t always the best, until she was ready for him. And the first time she came while he was rocking fast above her, doing just what she’d said, he’d grimaced and had his epiphany. He could make her feel like that, throwing out his preconceived notions of what sex was, and just focus on what felt good together.
He could undo her, if he just paid attention to her as well.
“Don’t stop. Just like that, just like that,” Boa gasped and Sehun’s whole body tensed trying to do as she asked. Sometimes, sometimes his body couldn’t stand it and he came before she could. But he panted like a freight train and took her and held on and held on, and he was a groaning mess when she arched and cried out, coming for him and grinding against him as he collapsed over her and came as she spasmed around him.
And they had so much more to experiment.
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Prompt: sehun falls for the beautiful dance instructor boa
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Sehun felt like he’d been a student of dance for more ears than he had fingers, started as a way for his mom to get some time to run errands. He’d been in so many different classes and felt like he grew each time. Moved and grew and moved and grew.
Sehun didn’t think it was his place to want to scowl at the way some of the guys just stopped by to watch when Boa was leading a class. He had time, too, and he was there observing, but not just watching her.
Not just. He was waiting for the room he’d be teaching his group of 7-10-year-olds to open up so he could set up, and the class Boa was teaching was full of sweating faces, advanced in their learning and crisp in their movements. His kids would get there too, and he’d be graduating a few soon. But Boa, she owned that music, showing why she was the instructor and not the student. But it was unconscious too, sometimes, like it was just part of her. And it just showed in how she moved when they all went out for drinks, or when she punched his shoulder when she passed by. Watching her made him want to move, too, just so he could see her grin like she was at some of her students.
And he maybe cleared his throat and got a couple of the guys to keep moving. But he smile when he glanced back into the room, and carried Boa’s energy with him to his class.
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Prompt: ***
Prompt: Sehun is a just a little bit jealous of his girlfriend Boa's best friend Yunho
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It was hard for Sehun to know who Boa enjoyed drinking with more. She and Yunho got loud, kind of amazingly so, challenging each other. Which was kind of funny since she was so much smaller than he was. Sehun liked going out with them, because he liked getting to know Boa’s friends, but there were times when his brain injected some doubt into him when he saw how comfortable they were together, how much fun they had.
Which was ridiculous, and he told himself that multiple times. They’d just known each other a long time. And when Sehun had asked her if she’d ever dated Yunho, she’d paused, and then laughed until she cried, which had at the time put his heart at ease. No, they were good friends. Buddies. Drinking buddies. They shared a lot of life experiences, and they were closer in age, and-
Sehun maybe got a little bit clingy after times they went out with Yunho. Boa never went out with him alone, always in a group or with Sehun. Mostly, he suspected, so that Sehun didn’t get a wild idea. He trusted her. He just..needed to work on the jealousy a little. They’d get to know each other as long as she’d known Yunho, and they had something together that was different, but also special. And that was what he was what he was happy for every single day.
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Prompt: sehun/boa/yixing threesome, where boa tries to find middle ground between sehun's jealousy and yixing's timidness in bed
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Sehun’s dark cloud wasn’t only felt by her. Yixing had been tentative to touch her at first until she’d pressed his hands against her body and rubbed herself against him. She’d almost had thought it wasn’t Sehun’s idea, that his “I want to see you with another guy” when he’d been asked what a fantasy of his was had been just that, a fantasy. But they hadn’t rushed in, and when she’d arched an eyebrow at him asking if Sehun wanted to put a stop to it, he’d shaken his head. Jealous then, but also aroused, licking his lips as he watched her moan with Yixing’s fingers inside of her. And part of that she couldn’t tell if it was jealousy, or just plain old selfishness since he was used to having her full attention.
Yixing kissed her like he wanted her and he touched her, too, but even if she could feel how hard he was, he was holding back, like he was infringing on Sehun’s property somehow. The only solution she could come up with was to take what she wanted, and pull them both along with her. She let Sehun have a good view as she got a condom onto Yixing, but it was Yixing she looked at when she sank onto him. He got his hands on her waist, helping to steady her, his lips pursing as he struggled for control. When she’d taken him in fully, that was when she looked to Sehun who was staring at her a slack jaw and his hand still on his hard cock. Boa began to rock, adjusting to Yixing inside of her, grinning at Yixing’s startled, pleased smile when he realized she was enjoying it. Of course she was. That was the whole point. She focused on Yixing, on touching him, on squirming and tightening around him, sliding until he was almost out of her and taking him deep again. She loved watching that he enjoyed it, the way he watched her, the way he sighed, the way his hands tightened against her skin.
And she kissed Yixing, long and slow, before looking to Sehun, watching them with an expression she didn’t know how to read. He moved like a robot when she crooked a finger at her, inhaling sharply when she moved his hand away and wrapped her cooler hand around his cock instead. The point of a threesome was for them to be just that, three. Boa kissed the head of Sehun’s cock and let him slide between her lips. Oh, he was hard, and moaning as she began to suck on him as she rode Yixing. She was moaning too, her fingers stealing to her clit as she enjoyed the sensation of being filled, of being watched, Yixing watching her suck Sehun, and Sehun watching her as she writhed. They were going to have to get a toy so she could fuck herself on it while sucking Sehun in the future, she decided. She’d never realized how much she’d like it.
Boa moaned around Sehun’s cock as Yixing’s lips closed around her nipple. It was too much, and she rubbed her clit faster, moaning as she pulled her mouth away. Sehun’s hand was in her hair and she gasped, orgasming around Yixing and feeling him moan, too. Sehun had began to stroke himself again and she leaned in, wrapping her lips around him just in time to suck the come from him as he shuddered and moaned her name. She had Sehun’s come on her lips when he staggered back, staring at her as she began to ride Yixing in earnest again. Yixing’s face was tight, watching them both come having clearly affected him and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and let her body fly, rocking, squeezing, until he was moaning, grasping at her.
“Come in me,” she moaned, and his hips went wild, moaning as his body surged and his cock pulsed as he came just as she had urged him. They both relaxed, hearts pounding together, and she felt wobbly legged when she finally stood and helped him with the condom, helped him to close back up his pants. She was the one who hugged him, thanked him, told him how much she’d enjoyed it before he left, before turning back to Sehun who was still half hard.
“Well?” she asked, and all he did was make a clicking noise that made her laugh. And she reached out and began to stroke him again. “You going to do something with this?”
And that was how she ended up shrieking laughing as he scooped her up and took her to bed, and showed her again how good they were together.
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Prompt: sehun/boa where he picks her up and fucks her against a wall while they are "practicing" to have babies except boa ends up pregnant
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“Ooh!” Boa exclaimed when Sehun boosted her up. Maybe even strictly higher than was necessary the way he grinned at her and kissed her. He’d had her pinned to the wall for several minutes, even after they’d gotten the condom on.
“Get on with it,” she pretended to grumble, as she helped to guide him, moaning as he slid into her, as he let her down slowly so that he filled her and letting her hold on. He lifted her a bit so he could grind into her without hurting her, until her sighs told him that he’d found the perfect angle.
“Good practice for the next baby,” Sehun said, his voice a little ragged, and moaning as she clutched around him.
“I don’t know if this is an effective,” Boa started, and then had to pause, gasping, as he caught her earlobe between his teeth and began to rock faster. “Effective. Position? Fuck, Sehun.”
“Trying,” he ground out.
They weren’t there to talk as they clung together, Sehun holding her up but she had her arms around him, the nails of one hand digging into his skin. And she crooned, tilting her hips so that he ground against her better, Sehun grunting with every revolution of his hips.
Boa’s head bounced against the wall as she moaned, the orgasm swelling in her, hearing Sehun’s quiet, “yes, yes, yes.”
She cried out, pulling at him, coming and burying her face against his shoulder as she moaned again, louder, Sehun’s hips frantic as he gripped her tighter, his moans echoing against the wall as he came with her. And his hold half slipped, making them both gasp and laugh as he let her slide down, pulling her in and kissing against her hair as they remembered how to breathe.
“Okay, good practice,” Boa agreed, and Sehun nodded against her.
They even had enough time to get cleaned up, before they were put into motion by a baby’s cry.
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“Oh Sehun,” Boa said, and Sehun looked up from where he was nuzzling soft baby cheek. Eight months old, and so precious.
“What?”
“Are you poking holes in our condoms?”
He blinked at her. “What? No? Why would I do that?”
And he stared when she waved some kind of a stick at him, not really getting it until he did, standing up from the bouncy swing and nearly bouncing right off his feet.
“Really?!”
He wasn’t even deterred by the punch she sent into his shoulder. And he made her laugh when he lifted her and kissed her.
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Prompt: boa and sehun for wgm :)
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Boa had seen Sehun’s face when he’d seen her, and the way he’d stared at the man beside him like they maybe shouldn’t have been there. She was, at the very least, a little bit familiar, but he could have at least looked at the girl next to her and maybe shown a little interest to keep up appearances. As it was, he grinned and nearly relaxed into oblivion when he realized that yes, they were meant for each other.
“Do you find it awkward, being from the same company?”
Sehun said something about admiring her. And he wouldn’t look at her when he was talking to the camera.
But that was most of the awkwardness. He was the same guy who laughed instantaneously and listened to their missions, and debated who to call of the available numbers for help. He actually looked to her a few times like she was going to tell him who of his own group would help. Plus the producers would have yelled at her, since that was his choice.
He’d also beamed his accomplishment, flopping agains the kitchen counter and watching her progress.
“I have to make sure you know exactly what you’re doing for the person you marry,” Boa said, and Sehun ducked his head.
She wondered why he was blushing.
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Prompt: thanks for the sehun/boa/yixing threesome drabble! loved it <3 i have a massive thing for the age + height difference ;) i'm thinking sehun/boa dirty-grinding on the dancefloor at the smtown concert after party, after a couple of shots
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They were laughing at first, tangled up in a corner and moving to music that was helping everyone around them to relax. Sehun felt relaxed, only just, watching his band members and seniors eating and drinking and not wanting to be anywhere else except with Boa’s arms winding around him. He thought he’d imagined the brush of her chest against his, or that it was an accident. Until it happened again, and again, and he realized she was rubbing up against him and trying to drag the arm he had around her shoulders tighter, to bring him closer. Sehun’s eyes closed and he breathed against her hair, making sure her back was to the others because he knew soon enough she’d be able to feel what her movements were doing to him.
He heard her croon his name and that was all he needed, pulling her closer, moving with her, feeling her coo as much as hearing it as she tugged him in and let him grind. He kept his face steady, so blank, and just stayed close, kept her against him, felt her laugh, her head tipping back, as they both unwound and moved and enjoyed just being together.
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Prompt: beta sehun and his alpha mate boa talk about having kids
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“It’ll happen one day, you know,” Boa said, and Sehun grunted at first like he had completely understood her. Though in reality, he was lulled by the way she was stroking his hair and he blinked as he raised his head, trying to clear out some of the fog.
“What?”
Boa laughed, turning so that they were face to face on the bed and until he stopped blinking and was fully awake.
“I was saying that I’ll have a heat one day, too. You’ll have to be prepared.” And she waggled her eyebrows at him as he finally started grinning, getting the picture. “Though…If we don’t want that to end in a baby, or two, we’ll have to be careful.”
That got him up on one elbow. “Babies.”
Boa pinched his chin. “You do know how babies are made, don’t you?”
He pouted at her until he realized she was laughing at him. “Yes, obviously. I guess I’d never thought…when…”
Sehun’s face scrunched up like he was trying to put his thoughts into words. Didn’t know how soon those babies might be reality, she guessed.
“It doesn’t have to be this next heat, or even the next. But I’d like it to be one soon.”
A child, a product of their mating. Once he thought over the idea, maybe he’d want it to be soon, too.
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Prompt: boa/girl!sehun - boa uses her brand new strap on to fuck sehun in the back of her car just for fun >:)
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The sound of Sehun’s gasps filled the car, and she didn’t know how far outside of it they traveled. The car was in a corner of a parking garage, it’s open back door open only to a wall. Boa’s grunts as she bent low over Sehun, the wet sound of the toy that Boa’s hips were thrusting into her, they all curled around her as she clutched at soft upholstery and planted her leg against the car’s frame.
She should’ve known when Boa had tugged off Sehun’s panties before getting her out the door and into the elevator. And that had led to her uncertain chuckles as Boa backed into onto the seat, crawling into her lap and pinching her nipples through the cloth. She’d been moaning, spread out and throbbing around the toy that Boa had finally worked into her, when the first car had driven past them. They’d both frozen, as the car kept going.
“We couldn’t have done this in bed?” Sehun half whispered, half wailed, and then her eyes were blurry as Boa began to move and all she could see was the fuzzy ceiling of the car above her. Boa whispered all the places she wanted to see her come, and Sehun’s brain couldn’t take it. Boa didn’t stop, making her shiver, and moan, and gasp. She groped both of Boa’s breasts, lifting her hips with Boa’s grinding ones, and her shout echoed as she bucked and came, flushed and sweating and sprawled on the narrow seat.
It was how she ended up kneeling on Boa’s sweater at the side of the car, sucking the toy clean and then showing Boa just how much she was appreciated. After all, she couldn’t be the only one who filled the parking garage with the sounds of pleasure.
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Prompt: ceo boa who never took time for herself meets a young model named sehun who just wants to love her and she doesn't quite know what to do with that
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Boa had actually told him no, when Sehun asked her if she was free for dinner. She told him no the second time, too, and Sehun had accepted that, though with a little disappointment. Boa had found herself a little disappointed too, later, which she didn’t really understand. She had too many things on her plate, and she’d met Sehun all of three times, at various functions that she was required to go to. It had been flattering, the first time he’d asked her out. She had a few years on him at the very least, and he was surrounded by beautiful humans all day long from what she could tell.
One dinner was one dinner. If he was busy, then he wouldn’t want to put designs on her time. He had a nice face, nice shoulders.
She rolled her eyes at that.
But she found a way to contact him. Maybe he asked out women twenty times a day. And he sounded surprised, and actually…sort of scarily thrilled when she called. The restaurant hadn’t been fancy, but not dingy either, and they blended in with the other young couples there.
When Sehun caught her looking at him, he’d almost scoffed, looking down, laughing. Something shy and cute, and living up to how he’d told her that he’d been glad she called. They knew some of the same people, lived in the same city, so there were things to talk about. On the street, he draped her in his jacket, and asked her if they could go out again.
She’d gone home in his jacket, having agreed and regretted agreeing, at least until the second time they met, and then the drought of almost a month until she’d squeezed in time for a late snack. She hadn’t regretted taking him home, but she’d regretted how well she slept against him, and the fact that she’d been reluctant to send him out the door. He jetted off to Paris, and she missed him. Each little opening made the next door open a little wider.
“You just. You know. I’m too busy for a relationship,” she mumbled, half gone with the heat of his shoulder and the way he stroked her hair. Sehun didn’t argue. He just tucked her a little closer.
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Prompt: ceo boa and model sehun happy ending pls
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Boa couldn’t see Sehun’s face when she was the one to send out the first text, but she knew more of what he was thinking when he called her less than a minute later. It seemed, an invitation to get together was reason enough for him to get excited. And oddly enough, that thrilled her, listening to Sehun laugh, feeling confident enough to tease when they settled on a place to meet, a time. Boa took her time, fondling the sleeves of shirts, choosing her makeup. It felt good, something that wasn’t deadlines and paperwork, and worry about staff.
Sehun had flowers, a little clutch of a bouquet, standing when she walked in and stepping out to greet her. He’d made it there first. Kind of a metaphor for them, too, because he’d seen what they could be, had waited for her to decide that making time for it had been important. For him. For them.
“I’m still going to have busy times that I’m not going to be able to get away,” Boa said, and her eyebrows raised when instead of sitting across from her, Sehun slid into the seat beside her.
“I know. We’ll just make the most of what we can,” he said.
Like being close, staying close.
They decided what they wanted to eat, laughing, waiting for the food. He offered her a bit of his own food and she took it, smiling. That was something precious. As long as he was willing to wait for her, she was willing to fight for them.
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Prompt: boa looked so pretty in her new mv so would you please write something where her and sehun get busy while she's wearing that blue dress?
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Boa’s skin was warm through the sheer cloth that covered her legs and he bunched it upwards as he went, kissing her neck, trying not to jostle her even as he tried to get closer. She’d been a lot quicker, his pants already open and he was just trying to catch up.
“Sorry,” she laughed, when she saw how much trouble he was having getting her dress up. “But if it helps, you’re not going to have anything in the way after.”
Sehun paused. He blinked. And then he moaned against her jaw when he realized what she’d meant. But they moaned together as he boosted her, Boa clinging to him. He lowered his face for a moment into the deep vee created by her dress and wriggled with her, getting settled until she’d set him against her. And then gravity itself pushed him into her. She moaned against his neck, constricting warm and wet around him, and Sehun clenched his teeth, grunting, trying not to lose himself before he had a chance to start.
She let him know when to stop, when was enough, when to start moving, and he was so careful. So careful as she moaned and encouraged him to grind against her. More of that, just like that, but faster, deeper. Boa was gasping, buffeted against the wall, her hair sliding against the smooth paint before she leaned forward to keen against his neck. Hitching little breaths as she made his eyes cross, gasps punctuated by delighted sounds. She just got slicker and tighter and she came, grasping at him, arching against the wall and Sehun was blinded by it, that he’d done that for her, that she wanted him that much. And he didn’t have to reach for pleasure as much as surrender to it, pinning Boa to the wall as his hips worked, hitching her up so he didn’t hurt her, moaning against her skin and hearing it echoed by the wall.
Definitely worth the trouble. Definitely.
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Prompt: something where sehun is REALLY into boa's new hair and the other members tease him about it
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Maybe they wouldn’t have noticed anything was up, wouldn’t have really caught on, if Sehun had been able to shut up about it. The problem was, they saw her a few times after the pictures were out, and maybe they first time had drawn some jokes, and at least one person would’ve continued to tease him for his response to them. But then he’d said something a second time, and that blood in the water, that and Sehun trying to defend himself because really, had they seen the pictures? She looked really good. He was really proud! She was their senior!
He protested too much.
“Do you want to pet her hair?” Jongin asked, leaning back to get a better look at him, and then springing forward to keep from getting Sehun’s hand plastered over his face.
He only half regretted saying anything, with the oohs that happened every time they saw and ad.
And then that day, when they passed her in the hall. They were all like little bobbing baby ducks, bowing and greeting her and then there was Chanyeol, half saying, half whispering, “Are you going to tell her you like her hair?”
Sehun’s face had never felt hotter, not even when he’d run around until he’d been flaming hot in the middle of summer. She could have heard, he thought, as he punched Chanyeol’s side. He got to wish her luck, and scoffed when they others teased him about her smiling at him.
He knew he’d get them back one day.
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Prompt: boa is a queen who needs an heir and her chief of security proposes his um services to help her achieve.
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“I will not marry just to produce an heir,” Boa fumed, shoving aside the history books that she had taken with her to prove her point to the council. “If the queens of the past could rule and pass along their title to their child, then so can I.”
Sehun would not argue with her, and she had made her arguments well. No, they could not require her to wed, not even to get an heir. And he spoke, mostly without thinking.
“Then all you need for an heir is a…a man.”
“Yes, only just that. But where to find such a paragon? No wedded woman would loan her husband away for such a thing. All of the lords are married, and the ones who are not, well.” Boa shuddered a bit. “I would not submit myself to such a thing, much less to get a child.”
“There are many men who are available. Even I am not married,” Sehun mused, and even that offering of words was so forward that he almost felt compelled to offer up others, those of the guard he knew were not married or betrothed, a stable boy, a butcher. Even if her soldiers had not made remarks about her, and those who had were swiftly moved to a duty away from her, he knew they thought of her simply because of who she was. The queen, but also a powerful, beautiful woman.
Boa turned to him, and heat rose from his neck as he hoped he could not see the direction his thoughts had taken.
“Of the men in my life, you are among the few I trust,” she mused. “And you are…”
She hummed, looking over him from his boots on up.
“Even if to give the child life is all you could have, it would be enough?” she asked. “And it takes time, sometimes, to make a child.”
“I would see you safe,” Sehun said, the words more awkward than he imagined. “That is my duty until you tell me otherwise.”
“A fine, trait, loyalty. And what more, to blood if there is a child. You would be willing?”
Sehun nodded, his throat tight, but he said the words anyway. “I am willing.”
Not just out of duty, he didn’t want her to think that. But to have an heir, there was protection in that itself. And the way she nodded, resolute, ready to proceed with their plan, he knew she meant to carry it out then, without delay. But still, his duty he couldn’t shirk. He made sure there was the usual number of guards, before he felt he could truly let himself relax. Boa usually had a maid to help her with the ties of her dress, though he had done so once before for her when they had been traveling. He did so then, letting the heavy fabric part, leaving her in only a simple slip, one that left no small part of her body to the imagination.
“Sometimes I’d watch you handle your sword,” Boa said, taking one of his hands and running her fingers across his knuckles. She guided that same hand, molding his hand against her breast. He could feel the stiffness of her nipple through the silken fabric. “Did you think of this?”
“Am I alive?” Sehun wondered, and that made her smile, leading him back toward her bed. She let him go, lifting the cloth over her head and baring her body to him.
He’d seen her, dressing for events, getting ready for the baths. He had flashes of skin burned into his head. But it was different, knowing what she was giving him. She rested back against her pillows, pale against the dark cloth, and smiled at him. His eyes dipped following the path of her hand to the dark hair there between her legs. But she did not cover herself in modesty, she- Her fingers moved, pleasuring herself.
“Will you lie with me, standing there with your armor on?” she asked, and laughed when he startled. “Though I’ve never had a man in armor.”
Sehun undid buckles, sliding off the light armor of his position that was more for display in depths of the castle. His rough-spun shirt was lifted next, and his boots discarded. The ache in his cock as he loosed it was only compounded by the sound she made when she saw it, and he wondered if he imagined her fingers working quicker. His pants abandoned, Sehun tried to remember how to work his limbs, how to crawl onto a bed at a lady’s bidding and do as she pleased. And what she pleased, when he’d finally settled, was to wrap her fingers around his cock and stroke it, humming as his eyes closed tight only to open and- yes, her fingers with the pretty ring adorning one of them were stroking him. And, as he watched, guiding him as her thighs widened, until he could feel the wet of her, the way she began to open around him.
“It hasn’t been so long since my last lover that I forget how this works,” Boa said, stroking down his chest. “Sehun.”
It was as though his name gave him permission, taking one short, slick slide, and then another, and another, as deep as he could go without hurting her almost before he realized. She was moaning as her hips lifted to meet his, but not in pain, and seeing her like that, her eyes hazy with pleasure from her own stroking fingers and press of his cock into her, danced him too close to the edge. Pleasure prickled and he bit it back, not wanting to give in so soon, not when he had maybe only one chance and she wanted him to be there. But each stroke was just as close, his groans from the effort of trying to hold himself back, to linger in her warmth. Sehun heard her cry out, her body clutching hard around him and Sehun gasped, his body throbbing out of his control as his hips jerked, and there was no edge, only falling, coming as she came around him, pleasure rippling off of her.
In his arrogance, he thought she would be the one who was undone. In reality, it was himself, scarcely able to hold himself upright as he panted and tried to scrape his wherewithal back together. He’d finally gotten his breathing under control when Boa made a throaty sound and he embarrassed himself, pulsing, stiffening further while he was still inside of her.
“So soon?” she asked, as though amazed. If anyone, she could inspire that. And when he would have apologized and pulled away, she gripped his hips and pulled him closer. “Yes. Perhaps it’s best. To be sure.”
He didn’t know if it was possible, but his body told him it was, moaning as they found a new rhythm. He wondered if he would survive, until they were sure.
Sehun dressed, after, leaving her sleepy and content. He thought of going back to his room, spare and small. Instead, he took a chair in the room just outside of hers, balancing his sheathed sword on his knees and dozing, waiting for dawn.
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Prompt: could you follow up maybe with boa being pregnant and unwilling to give up sehun.
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Her courses had not come, and the court physician had confirmed a change in her aura, but it was just confirmation of what she had suspected. They’d been eager enough that it had been inevitable.
Boa wished she knew which night it had been. Maybe the night he’d been in full regalia because an event in court, armor gleaming from the chair she put him in. It gave her enough room to kneel there with him, to make sure there were no hard edges, nothing but a hard cock for her to sink onto. He’d done nothing but stare at her, adoring her as she’d ridden him. She’d found a rhythm, a position that she could have sustained what felt like almost indefinitely as she pleasured herself and reveled in the slide of him inside of her, of the cool shock of the metal on his chest against her skin.
He’d been moaning her name in desperation that night. Most nights, he only moaned, so to bring him to the brink of him forgetting his propriety, that enflamed her all the more.
And it made her want, too, when Sehun tugged open his pants for her. He hardened under the touch of her hand, a low moan as she gathered her skirts and knelt for him. He had done his duty, and Sehun deserved that award. It made her throb, rubbing her tongue against him, to see his hands clench because of her touch, and the warmth of her mouth. And it took little enough before
Boa looked with pride on the cock that stood hard, flushed, wet from her mouth, and she stood until Sehun gave her his hand, helped her into the bed and he knelt for her, letting her stroke his cock, waiting for her to decide what she wanted. And what she wanted, she discovered, was to sit up, to pull him closer and tell him her news.
“The physician believes I am with child.”
Sehun’s hips stuttered and Boa’s lips curved as he gaped down at her. She stroked against his sweaty chest, still cupping his cock, and waited for him to think it through.
“You are- Then-“
“Our endeavor has very likely been successful,” she finished for him, squeezing around his cock and making his breath catch. “There is a chance he could be wrong, or I, but I don’t think so. There is a chance the child could be lost. Time will tell.”
He looked down at her, with her skirt above her knees and her hand on him, and knew he was confused.
“Then this is to be sure?” Sehun asked.
Him in her bed.
“It could be, if that is how you would like to think of it. My lovers have been sporadic at best.” And she exhaled. “I have become accustomed to more, now. You are close, and trusted. If you still want this, even if we know what we’ve accomplished… I can think of no other I’d want.”
“But you…” Sehun shook his head, as though trying to clear it. “I know why you needed- why you wanted this from me. But you could have any other lover, now that it is done.”
“But none I want? Perhaps that will change, but you protect me from taking a lover who would misuse me. Who would hurt the child you have put inside me.”
Sehun’s eyes closed, his jaw working.
“Is there another woman you desire? I would not mind if you go to her as well, as long as you come to my bed when I call.”
“There is- No. No one else.”
“They why resist, if it is what we both want?”
“My mentor would be ashamed at what we have done already.”
That propriety again. To bed the woman he was bound to protect. But it was no less protection, not to her.
“Was he you or me? You make sure I am safe. You have not failed in that.” Boa tipped her face closer, watching his eyes drop to her lips. “Do you know what I want? I want you here. I want you to say my name when you find your pleasure in me. Unless… Unless it’s not what you want.”
“I don’t know if we can truly be sure, until the baby is born,” Sehun said, and Boa’s eyes widened. “And then we can…see.”
“Yes. We can be sure,” Boa said, and leaned back, letting Sehun move above her, as he let her guide his cock inside of her. He braced himself, protecting her, rocking against her. She held him tighter, realizing she didn’t have to give him up, not yet.
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Prompt: sehun wants boa to wear her tall black boots when they have sex, he's a bit embarrassed to ask her but she's more than happy to comply.
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Boa’s eyebrows rose a little when Sehun made his request, and he’d spent a couple of days saying nothing but eyeing the boots every time he passed her closet. He got himself off a couple of times in the shower thinking about it, and she didn’t laugh at him, considering it. And Sehun didn’t know if he’d ever been so hard as he watched Boa zip up her boots, one by one. They were heeled and they gleamed and so did she as she leaned back and gave him a place to crawl to. He’d half wanted her on top, but she’d vetoed that, but he didn’t mind, and he’d minded even less as they’d made out before the boots went on.
She was the one who guided him into her, and she was grinning when he had the wherewithal to look him.
“Your face,” she teased, and Sehun nearly whimpered. He got himself set, running his hands up and down her thighs, soft fake leather, softer warm skin, and the warmth of her around him. It was impossible not to move, watching her touch herself as she watched him touch her. He felt like his whole body was on fire, overheated, desperate, his girlfriend spread out under him and urging him to take him.
Sehun kept one hand on her thigh, but leaned forward, bracing himself, kissing her, moving his hips in short sharp bursts as she wriggled and moved up against him. Against his lips she said his name, and she clutched around him suddenly, over and over, moaning, coming around him. It made his head drop like he’d been hit, the air in his lungs backing up as his fingers gripped, half on the top of the boot, half on her skin, and moved like he had choice. Pleasure him in a shudder and Sehun jolted against her, pressing deep, a long moan leaving him as his body took over.
“That was a good idea,” Boa told him, tightening around him and making him whimper. He agreed.
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Prompt: sehun/boa with sehun all but mauling boa when she wears his jean button up shirt
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Sehun didn’t know what got him more about it. The way his shirt on her showed off her legs, the way it was too wide for her shoulders, and rolled up at the cuffs, and with the top buttons undone it was hard to take his eyes away. Even with it being denim, he could still tell when her nipples were hard under it, and they were right then. So maybe that was what got him flustered.
Or maybe, the fact that she knew it turned him on when she wore it.
She laughed when he hitched her up, scolding him, smacking on his shoulder.
“Sehun,” she said, utterly disapproving, but when he sprawled her on her back, she was the one to move her legs apart and moan, “Oh, yes.”
He fumbled with his pants with one hand, touching her all over with the other, and when he finally freed himself, her hips lifted for him as he slid slick into her. They both moaned, frantic, Sehun bending low over her, the bed shaking with the shockwaves of his hips, kissing her. All they could hear were moans and gasps and the wet sounds of sex, the mattress creaking, the way she cried out and came around him. And Boa laughed, delighted at the desperate sound he made just moments after, his hips stuttering, and how impossible she felt as his body gave to need. He moaned into her hair as all the strength left him, and her smugness was like a blanket over them.
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Prompt: sehun wearing some thigh highs for his girlfriend boa pls <3 also have you written any other seboa fics? i saw you had two in your tag for them i was hoping there are some more you know of :)
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They came up almost to the edge of his shorts. He’d tried to fumble the first one on, until Boa had started laughing, instructing him a little, helping him smooth up the pale fabric up his legs. She’d gotten longer ones than she wore and they went up and sat snug around his thighs and he couldn’t stop reaching to feel. At first he just walked around like that, thinking he was going to get ready for bed. But if he couldn’t stop touching, then Boa really couldn’t, and having her hands on his thighs just had him getting hard. That and everything else.
And it wasn’t like she could miss him getting erect in the thin shorts he used for sleeping.
“Come on,” Boa said, and she was the one who pushed the shorts off of him and got him onto the sheets. It felt weird. Cool cotton against his skin, except on his legs. Boa climbed over him, rubbing all over him, kissing him and making him throb. Her fingers against his legs felt odd, and good, and when she straddled his hips and sank onto him, Sehun moaned and tried not to thrust up against her. She rode him, slow, tightening around him as she peeked admiring glances over her shoulder. She reached back every so often and rubbed his thighs, her breasts heaving as she filled herself with him.
“You look so good like that,” Boa hummed.
Sehun would’ve agreed, would’ve agreed to anything, helpless but to moan as he watched her pleasure herself until she came around him. His eyes were almost rolling then in held-back relief, and she braced herself and let his hips snap as he pressed into her desperately, moaning, shaking as he pushed up and came for her.
He was good, rolling out of bed and helping her to clean up. He fell asleep with his head on her chest and didn’t realize until morning than he still had the thigh highs on.
Pairing: Sehun/Boa
Rating: NC-17
Summary: 20 request prompts. Most are smut and each prompt is marked.
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Prompt: sehun/boa sehun going down on boa
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Sehun was never rough, but he was insistent. Boa had known what it would do to him to be half dressed with nothing on but some lace and one of his shirts dripping off of her, but she’d failed to take into account what seeing him would do to her. Sehun’s face and shoulders were damp, his tank top clinging to his chest, and she’d nearly been the one on her knees instead before he’d tugged her in, pulling her up onto her toes and kissing her until his lips were no longer cool from the water he’d drank but heated against her mouth.
“I wouldn’t have made it back if I’d known,” he muttered, pressing kisses along her neck and pulling away to stare down at her bared skin.
“That’s why it was a surprise,” she said, and reached up to tug loose the ribbon between her breasts, shrugging the cloth clear. “Oh!”
Boa moaned as Sehun’s head dipped, his arm curved in her lower back and his lips pulling against her nipples. She clung to his neck and shoulders, her head lowering over his as he sucked and kissed against her skin.
“Sehun.”
Sehun’s free hand slid down the back of her underwear, stroking and squeezing, and pushing until the cloth fell, wet, down her legs. But she still didn’t realize what he intended until he lowered her onto the padded bench, and she leaned against the wall gasping as he knelt between her legs and lifted them until her thighs obscured the lines of his tank top.
“Sehun,” she said, and it felt like she was warning him, gripping his hair and inhaling, trying to steel herself.
And Boa couldn’t even make a noise, frozen and trembling at the first swirl of his tongue against her clit. His mouth sounded so wet against her, nudging with his lips and sucking until she was groaning and gripping Sehun’s hair even tighter and pulling him against her as she pressed up against his tongue. Her thighs were shaking and he moaned against her, feeding on her desperation, and giving her, more, more, until it felt like she was breaking. She gasped as the orgasm washed over her, shuddering, tugging on him and moaning helplessly as he drove her over the peak and then kept her there, driving her up again, a third time until she was shaking apart, her body clutching hard and quick until she collapsed back, the throbbing feeling like it was a living thing.
Sehun let her drift in that bliss for a few moments at least as she let go of his head, and he rubbed along her thighs and looked maybe rightfully smug as he considered her, all spread out in front of him as she was. She’d made the best choice waiting for him like that. She was giving herself a gold star.
“I thought you liked my hair,” he teased, referencing the abuse she’d just given it, and she smacked the top of his head as he laughed and teased his tongue along until he could slip it inside of her. That was wishful thinking, she thought. But that did feel nice. Actually, it felt really nice, and she sighed and let her thighs slip wider.
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Prompt: sehun/boa they arrive at jeju as two but leave as three wink wink aka younger husband knocks up his wife on their honeymoon fic pls
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Boa made Sehun stay in the room while she finished getting ready, because she wanted the mirror, wanted to be ready. The material was white and sheer and perfect, and she was pretty sure it was going to make the eyes pop out of his head.
That was what she wanted. Plus him.
And Sehun froze, his belt dropping out of his hand and onto the carpet. The bed was right there so she walked to it, patting the covers and lounging onto it. There was a beat of waiting, Sehun looking over her from head to toe.
“Are you just going to look?” she asked, and Sehun all but ripped his undershirt over his head to go to her.
She wanted more than just looking, like touching, like his hands that touched her stomach then and cupped her breasts through the cloth until he almost tumbled down with her so that she could kiss him and feel him over her. Sex wasn’t a mystery to them. She’d taught him everything she knew about her body and learned so much about his, but fuck, she wanted their first night married to be hot and satisfying. She was writhing under him, trying to buck up against the hand he cupped between her legs and he groaned, feeling how wet she was.
“You’re gorgeous,” he said, and he sounded so dazed, so delightfully dazed like he didn’t know what he was allowed to do other than to look and touch.
“Your wife needs you,” Boa told him and that seemed to trigger him as he tugged at her panties, getting them off with considerable effort as he tried not to move off of her. But his fingers plunged into her as he sucked her nipples through the sheer fabric. “Oh fuck, Sehun.”
His chest was heaving he pushed himself up, fumbling out of his pants and shoving his underwear down to free his cock. She thought he was just going to climb on top of her, but no, he reached and turned her and gripped her hips.
“Ready?” he asked on a half gasp and she laughed and spread her legs.
She shrieked as he pulled her right to the edge of the bed, and she barely had time to inhale before he’d buried himself in her, his hips settling heavy on hers driving her down against the mattress and grinding against her clit. Her thighs widened, desperate, nails digging into his back as he moaned her name, hips moving like his life depended on it, making her orgasm shimmer just out of reach, until she watched him grimace, felt his cock slide deep, felt his orgasm in the jerking of his hips. Boa gasped against his neck, pleasure exploding as she spasmed around him and pulled him in. She shuddered again just before he moaned and stilled, and she was trapped under him, with him still inside of her.
It made her purr, pressing her thighs to either side of his hips. “I like that position. A lot.”
“That wasn’t the romantic wedding night sex I was planning to give you,” Sehun said, muffled against her skin.
And Boa laughed. “Start as you mean to go on. Besides, what’s twice in one night to you?”
His dirty chuckle made her think he was inclined to agree.
And he did, giving both their bodies a break for a while before kissing her and sliding slow inside her, until they were both sweating and shaking, and wrung out as he pulled her against him.
“Good night, husband,” she said very seriously, and he both laughed and choked, like he was just remembering oh yeah, they were married.
“Good night, wife,” he replied in the same tone, and that pleased her very much.
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It was nice, having all that time to do nothing but relax - and do all the things that included no relaxing. Whether it was swimming, showering, and going back to the room to let Sehun peel her out of her bikini and tug on her nipples as she rode his cock, or waking Sehun up with her lips wrapped around his cock. They’d tickled each other until they were both shrieking, and he pinned her then until she was breathlessly moaning under him and his laugh was dirty then instead as she came for him.
It seemed like he thought he won, but it sure felt like she had because she was still wrung out on pleasure when she got to watch and feel him come for her.
It made her regret they weren’t just going to get to lounge around their apartment at home and try new positions at all hours of the day but it was something to aspire to.
She was pretty sure they slept the entire way back home, totally exhausted from trying to make the best of their last night, and the quick fuck against the hotel room door they’d indulged in just before they left. How to appear dignified when he’d strutted out, proud as a peacock.
But the queasy stomach that sent her to the doctor, she half let herself wonder. And when the doctor confirmed, knowing that Sehun hadn’t touched her for over a week before the wedding had her going home with the report tucked into her purse. His face when she told him he’d gotten her pregnant during their week of relaxation and nakedness was going to be priceless.
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Prompt: boa teaching sehun how to please her sexually pls
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It wasn’t just about showing Sehun how to be polite when she had her lips around his cock. There were things he’d learned over the course of his life, whether from past partners or porn or just expectations or fantasy, and not all of those fit quite with her. He couldn’t choke her without getting bitten, and the kisses just needed a tiny bit less tongue.
But oh, his mouth was eager, holding Boa up against him and kissing her like a drowning as he hugged her, groped her. He didn’t have everything wrong, there were just places that they both could get a little closer to meeting in the middle. The first time he’d gone down on her, she’d come so fast because she’d just ground against him until he’d come in his pants, but that had needed a little finesse. She learned to moan or clutch his hair when he moved his tongue just right, and when she gasped for more fingers, more sucking, he was an eager student. If only all life lessons included a guaranteed orgasm against Sehun’s tongue. It had seemed to beg for as much practice as they could fit into a week, and neither of them had in any way complained. He liked getting her off, no surprise there when he looked like he’d just conquered a planet when she was panting and wrung out because of him.
But he was also a man and when she had, gently, tried to coach him how it felt best when he was either making love to her or fucking her, she could almost see that Sehun took it as a slight against his penis and his manhood altogether.
He was just bigger than her in every way, and she was so glad for that, but there had to be something that gave there. When he caught on, when he felt her ease into it, when he saw her giving for him, it clicked. When she didn’t have to worry he was going to overtake her limits, she could enjoy herself, too, instead of holding him back. The most wasn’t always the best, until she was ready for him. And the first time she came while he was rocking fast above her, doing just what she’d said, he’d grimaced and had his epiphany. He could make her feel like that, throwing out his preconceived notions of what sex was, and just focus on what felt good together.
He could undo her, if he just paid attention to her as well.
“Don’t stop. Just like that, just like that,” Boa gasped and Sehun’s whole body tensed trying to do as she asked. Sometimes, sometimes his body couldn’t stand it and he came before she could. But he panted like a freight train and took her and held on and held on, and he was a groaning mess when she arched and cried out, coming for him and grinding against him as he collapsed over her and came as she spasmed around him.
And they had so much more to experiment.
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Prompt: sehun falls for the beautiful dance instructor boa
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Sehun felt like he’d been a student of dance for more ears than he had fingers, started as a way for his mom to get some time to run errands. He’d been in so many different classes and felt like he grew each time. Moved and grew and moved and grew.
Sehun didn’t think it was his place to want to scowl at the way some of the guys just stopped by to watch when Boa was leading a class. He had time, too, and he was there observing, but not just watching her.
Not just. He was waiting for the room he’d be teaching his group of 7-10-year-olds to open up so he could set up, and the class Boa was teaching was full of sweating faces, advanced in their learning and crisp in their movements. His kids would get there too, and he’d be graduating a few soon. But Boa, she owned that music, showing why she was the instructor and not the student. But it was unconscious too, sometimes, like it was just part of her. And it just showed in how she moved when they all went out for drinks, or when she punched his shoulder when she passed by. Watching her made him want to move, too, just so he could see her grin like she was at some of her students.
And he maybe cleared his throat and got a couple of the guys to keep moving. But he smile when he glanced back into the room, and carried Boa’s energy with him to his class.
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Prompt: ***
Prompt: Sehun is a just a little bit jealous of his girlfriend Boa's best friend Yunho
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It was hard for Sehun to know who Boa enjoyed drinking with more. She and Yunho got loud, kind of amazingly so, challenging each other. Which was kind of funny since she was so much smaller than he was. Sehun liked going out with them, because he liked getting to know Boa’s friends, but there were times when his brain injected some doubt into him when he saw how comfortable they were together, how much fun they had.
Which was ridiculous, and he told himself that multiple times. They’d just known each other a long time. And when Sehun had asked her if she’d ever dated Yunho, she’d paused, and then laughed until she cried, which had at the time put his heart at ease. No, they were good friends. Buddies. Drinking buddies. They shared a lot of life experiences, and they were closer in age, and-
Sehun maybe got a little bit clingy after times they went out with Yunho. Boa never went out with him alone, always in a group or with Sehun. Mostly, he suspected, so that Sehun didn’t get a wild idea. He trusted her. He just..needed to work on the jealousy a little. They’d get to know each other as long as she’d known Yunho, and they had something together that was different, but also special. And that was what he was what he was happy for every single day.
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Prompt: sehun/boa/yixing threesome, where boa tries to find middle ground between sehun's jealousy and yixing's timidness in bed
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Sehun’s dark cloud wasn’t only felt by her. Yixing had been tentative to touch her at first until she’d pressed his hands against her body and rubbed herself against him. She’d almost had thought it wasn’t Sehun’s idea, that his “I want to see you with another guy” when he’d been asked what a fantasy of his was had been just that, a fantasy. But they hadn’t rushed in, and when she’d arched an eyebrow at him asking if Sehun wanted to put a stop to it, he’d shaken his head. Jealous then, but also aroused, licking his lips as he watched her moan with Yixing’s fingers inside of her. And part of that she couldn’t tell if it was jealousy, or just plain old selfishness since he was used to having her full attention.
Yixing kissed her like he wanted her and he touched her, too, but even if she could feel how hard he was, he was holding back, like he was infringing on Sehun’s property somehow. The only solution she could come up with was to take what she wanted, and pull them both along with her. She let Sehun have a good view as she got a condom onto Yixing, but it was Yixing she looked at when she sank onto him. He got his hands on her waist, helping to steady her, his lips pursing as he struggled for control. When she’d taken him in fully, that was when she looked to Sehun who was staring at her a slack jaw and his hand still on his hard cock. Boa began to rock, adjusting to Yixing inside of her, grinning at Yixing’s startled, pleased smile when he realized she was enjoying it. Of course she was. That was the whole point. She focused on Yixing, on touching him, on squirming and tightening around him, sliding until he was almost out of her and taking him deep again. She loved watching that he enjoyed it, the way he watched her, the way he sighed, the way his hands tightened against her skin.
And she kissed Yixing, long and slow, before looking to Sehun, watching them with an expression she didn’t know how to read. He moved like a robot when she crooked a finger at her, inhaling sharply when she moved his hand away and wrapped her cooler hand around his cock instead. The point of a threesome was for them to be just that, three. Boa kissed the head of Sehun’s cock and let him slide between her lips. Oh, he was hard, and moaning as she began to suck on him as she rode Yixing. She was moaning too, her fingers stealing to her clit as she enjoyed the sensation of being filled, of being watched, Yixing watching her suck Sehun, and Sehun watching her as she writhed. They were going to have to get a toy so she could fuck herself on it while sucking Sehun in the future, she decided. She’d never realized how much she’d like it.
Boa moaned around Sehun’s cock as Yixing’s lips closed around her nipple. It was too much, and she rubbed her clit faster, moaning as she pulled her mouth away. Sehun’s hand was in her hair and she gasped, orgasming around Yixing and feeling him moan, too. Sehun had began to stroke himself again and she leaned in, wrapping her lips around him just in time to suck the come from him as he shuddered and moaned her name. She had Sehun’s come on her lips when he staggered back, staring at her as she began to ride Yixing in earnest again. Yixing’s face was tight, watching them both come having clearly affected him and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and let her body fly, rocking, squeezing, until he was moaning, grasping at her.
“Come in me,” she moaned, and his hips went wild, moaning as his body surged and his cock pulsed as he came just as she had urged him. They both relaxed, hearts pounding together, and she felt wobbly legged when she finally stood and helped him with the condom, helped him to close back up his pants. She was the one who hugged him, thanked him, told him how much she’d enjoyed it before he left, before turning back to Sehun who was still half hard.
“Well?” she asked, and all he did was make a clicking noise that made her laugh. And she reached out and began to stroke him again. “You going to do something with this?”
And that was how she ended up shrieking laughing as he scooped her up and took her to bed, and showed her again how good they were together.
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Prompt: sehun/boa where he picks her up and fucks her against a wall while they are "practicing" to have babies except boa ends up pregnant
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“Ooh!” Boa exclaimed when Sehun boosted her up. Maybe even strictly higher than was necessary the way he grinned at her and kissed her. He’d had her pinned to the wall for several minutes, even after they’d gotten the condom on.
“Get on with it,” she pretended to grumble, as she helped to guide him, moaning as he slid into her, as he let her down slowly so that he filled her and letting her hold on. He lifted her a bit so he could grind into her without hurting her, until her sighs told him that he’d found the perfect angle.
“Good practice for the next baby,” Sehun said, his voice a little ragged, and moaning as she clutched around him.
“I don’t know if this is an effective,” Boa started, and then had to pause, gasping, as he caught her earlobe between his teeth and began to rock faster. “Effective. Position? Fuck, Sehun.”
“Trying,” he ground out.
They weren’t there to talk as they clung together, Sehun holding her up but she had her arms around him, the nails of one hand digging into his skin. And she crooned, tilting her hips so that he ground against her better, Sehun grunting with every revolution of his hips.
Boa’s head bounced against the wall as she moaned, the orgasm swelling in her, hearing Sehun’s quiet, “yes, yes, yes.”
She cried out, pulling at him, coming and burying her face against his shoulder as she moaned again, louder, Sehun’s hips frantic as he gripped her tighter, his moans echoing against the wall as he came with her. And his hold half slipped, making them both gasp and laugh as he let her slide down, pulling her in and kissing against her hair as they remembered how to breathe.
“Okay, good practice,” Boa agreed, and Sehun nodded against her.
They even had enough time to get cleaned up, before they were put into motion by a baby’s cry.
***
“Oh Sehun,” Boa said, and Sehun looked up from where he was nuzzling soft baby cheek. Eight months old, and so precious.
“What?”
“Are you poking holes in our condoms?”
He blinked at her. “What? No? Why would I do that?”
And he stared when she waved some kind of a stick at him, not really getting it until he did, standing up from the bouncy swing and nearly bouncing right off his feet.
“Really?!”
He wasn’t even deterred by the punch she sent into his shoulder. And he made her laugh when he lifted her and kissed her.
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Prompt: boa and sehun for wgm :)
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Boa had seen Sehun’s face when he’d seen her, and the way he’d stared at the man beside him like they maybe shouldn’t have been there. She was, at the very least, a little bit familiar, but he could have at least looked at the girl next to her and maybe shown a little interest to keep up appearances. As it was, he grinned and nearly relaxed into oblivion when he realized that yes, they were meant for each other.
“Do you find it awkward, being from the same company?”
Sehun said something about admiring her. And he wouldn’t look at her when he was talking to the camera.
But that was most of the awkwardness. He was the same guy who laughed instantaneously and listened to their missions, and debated who to call of the available numbers for help. He actually looked to her a few times like she was going to tell him who of his own group would help. Plus the producers would have yelled at her, since that was his choice.
He’d also beamed his accomplishment, flopping agains the kitchen counter and watching her progress.
“I have to make sure you know exactly what you’re doing for the person you marry,” Boa said, and Sehun ducked his head.
She wondered why he was blushing.
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Prompt: thanks for the sehun/boa/yixing threesome drabble! loved it <3 i have a massive thing for the age + height difference ;) i'm thinking sehun/boa dirty-grinding on the dancefloor at the smtown concert after party, after a couple of shots
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They were laughing at first, tangled up in a corner and moving to music that was helping everyone around them to relax. Sehun felt relaxed, only just, watching his band members and seniors eating and drinking and not wanting to be anywhere else except with Boa’s arms winding around him. He thought he’d imagined the brush of her chest against his, or that it was an accident. Until it happened again, and again, and he realized she was rubbing up against him and trying to drag the arm he had around her shoulders tighter, to bring him closer. Sehun’s eyes closed and he breathed against her hair, making sure her back was to the others because he knew soon enough she’d be able to feel what her movements were doing to him.
He heard her croon his name and that was all he needed, pulling her closer, moving with her, feeling her coo as much as hearing it as she tugged him in and let him grind. He kept his face steady, so blank, and just stayed close, kept her against him, felt her laugh, her head tipping back, as they both unwound and moved and enjoyed just being together.
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Prompt: beta sehun and his alpha mate boa talk about having kids
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“It’ll happen one day, you know,” Boa said, and Sehun grunted at first like he had completely understood her. Though in reality, he was lulled by the way she was stroking his hair and he blinked as he raised his head, trying to clear out some of the fog.
“What?”
Boa laughed, turning so that they were face to face on the bed and until he stopped blinking and was fully awake.
“I was saying that I’ll have a heat one day, too. You’ll have to be prepared.” And she waggled her eyebrows at him as he finally started grinning, getting the picture. “Though…If we don’t want that to end in a baby, or two, we’ll have to be careful.”
That got him up on one elbow. “Babies.”
Boa pinched his chin. “You do know how babies are made, don’t you?”
He pouted at her until he realized she was laughing at him. “Yes, obviously. I guess I’d never thought…when…”
Sehun’s face scrunched up like he was trying to put his thoughts into words. Didn’t know how soon those babies might be reality, she guessed.
“It doesn’t have to be this next heat, or even the next. But I’d like it to be one soon.”
A child, a product of their mating. Once he thought over the idea, maybe he’d want it to be soon, too.
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Prompt: boa/girl!sehun - boa uses her brand new strap on to fuck sehun in the back of her car just for fun >:)
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The sound of Sehun’s gasps filled the car, and she didn’t know how far outside of it they traveled. The car was in a corner of a parking garage, it’s open back door open only to a wall. Boa’s grunts as she bent low over Sehun, the wet sound of the toy that Boa’s hips were thrusting into her, they all curled around her as she clutched at soft upholstery and planted her leg against the car’s frame.
She should’ve known when Boa had tugged off Sehun’s panties before getting her out the door and into the elevator. And that had led to her uncertain chuckles as Boa backed into onto the seat, crawling into her lap and pinching her nipples through the cloth. She’d been moaning, spread out and throbbing around the toy that Boa had finally worked into her, when the first car had driven past them. They’d both frozen, as the car kept going.
“We couldn’t have done this in bed?” Sehun half whispered, half wailed, and then her eyes were blurry as Boa began to move and all she could see was the fuzzy ceiling of the car above her. Boa whispered all the places she wanted to see her come, and Sehun’s brain couldn’t take it. Boa didn’t stop, making her shiver, and moan, and gasp. She groped both of Boa’s breasts, lifting her hips with Boa’s grinding ones, and her shout echoed as she bucked and came, flushed and sweating and sprawled on the narrow seat.
It was how she ended up kneeling on Boa’s sweater at the side of the car, sucking the toy clean and then showing Boa just how much she was appreciated. After all, she couldn’t be the only one who filled the parking garage with the sounds of pleasure.
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Prompt: ceo boa who never took time for herself meets a young model named sehun who just wants to love her and she doesn't quite know what to do with that
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Boa had actually told him no, when Sehun asked her if she was free for dinner. She told him no the second time, too, and Sehun had accepted that, though with a little disappointment. Boa had found herself a little disappointed too, later, which she didn’t really understand. She had too many things on her plate, and she’d met Sehun all of three times, at various functions that she was required to go to. It had been flattering, the first time he’d asked her out. She had a few years on him at the very least, and he was surrounded by beautiful humans all day long from what she could tell.
One dinner was one dinner. If he was busy, then he wouldn’t want to put designs on her time. He had a nice face, nice shoulders.
She rolled her eyes at that.
But she found a way to contact him. Maybe he asked out women twenty times a day. And he sounded surprised, and actually…sort of scarily thrilled when she called. The restaurant hadn’t been fancy, but not dingy either, and they blended in with the other young couples there.
When Sehun caught her looking at him, he’d almost scoffed, looking down, laughing. Something shy and cute, and living up to how he’d told her that he’d been glad she called. They knew some of the same people, lived in the same city, so there were things to talk about. On the street, he draped her in his jacket, and asked her if they could go out again.
She’d gone home in his jacket, having agreed and regretted agreeing, at least until the second time they met, and then the drought of almost a month until she’d squeezed in time for a late snack. She hadn’t regretted taking him home, but she’d regretted how well she slept against him, and the fact that she’d been reluctant to send him out the door. He jetted off to Paris, and she missed him. Each little opening made the next door open a little wider.
“You just. You know. I’m too busy for a relationship,” she mumbled, half gone with the heat of his shoulder and the way he stroked her hair. Sehun didn’t argue. He just tucked her a little closer.
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Prompt: ceo boa and model sehun happy ending pls
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Boa couldn’t see Sehun’s face when she was the one to send out the first text, but she knew more of what he was thinking when he called her less than a minute later. It seemed, an invitation to get together was reason enough for him to get excited. And oddly enough, that thrilled her, listening to Sehun laugh, feeling confident enough to tease when they settled on a place to meet, a time. Boa took her time, fondling the sleeves of shirts, choosing her makeup. It felt good, something that wasn’t deadlines and paperwork, and worry about staff.
Sehun had flowers, a little clutch of a bouquet, standing when she walked in and stepping out to greet her. He’d made it there first. Kind of a metaphor for them, too, because he’d seen what they could be, had waited for her to decide that making time for it had been important. For him. For them.
“I’m still going to have busy times that I’m not going to be able to get away,” Boa said, and her eyebrows raised when instead of sitting across from her, Sehun slid into the seat beside her.
“I know. We’ll just make the most of what we can,” he said.
Like being close, staying close.
They decided what they wanted to eat, laughing, waiting for the food. He offered her a bit of his own food and she took it, smiling. That was something precious. As long as he was willing to wait for her, she was willing to fight for them.
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Prompt: boa looked so pretty in her new mv so would you please write something where her and sehun get busy while she's wearing that blue dress?
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Boa’s skin was warm through the sheer cloth that covered her legs and he bunched it upwards as he went, kissing her neck, trying not to jostle her even as he tried to get closer. She’d been a lot quicker, his pants already open and he was just trying to catch up.
“Sorry,” she laughed, when she saw how much trouble he was having getting her dress up. “But if it helps, you’re not going to have anything in the way after.”
Sehun paused. He blinked. And then he moaned against her jaw when he realized what she’d meant. But they moaned together as he boosted her, Boa clinging to him. He lowered his face for a moment into the deep vee created by her dress and wriggled with her, getting settled until she’d set him against her. And then gravity itself pushed him into her. She moaned against his neck, constricting warm and wet around him, and Sehun clenched his teeth, grunting, trying not to lose himself before he had a chance to start.
She let him know when to stop, when was enough, when to start moving, and he was so careful. So careful as she moaned and encouraged him to grind against her. More of that, just like that, but faster, deeper. Boa was gasping, buffeted against the wall, her hair sliding against the smooth paint before she leaned forward to keen against his neck. Hitching little breaths as she made his eyes cross, gasps punctuated by delighted sounds. She just got slicker and tighter and she came, grasping at him, arching against the wall and Sehun was blinded by it, that he’d done that for her, that she wanted him that much. And he didn’t have to reach for pleasure as much as surrender to it, pinning Boa to the wall as his hips worked, hitching her up so he didn’t hurt her, moaning against her skin and hearing it echoed by the wall.
Definitely worth the trouble. Definitely.
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Prompt: something where sehun is REALLY into boa's new hair and the other members tease him about it
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Maybe they wouldn’t have noticed anything was up, wouldn’t have really caught on, if Sehun had been able to shut up about it. The problem was, they saw her a few times after the pictures were out, and maybe they first time had drawn some jokes, and at least one person would’ve continued to tease him for his response to them. But then he’d said something a second time, and that blood in the water, that and Sehun trying to defend himself because really, had they seen the pictures? She looked really good. He was really proud! She was their senior!
He protested too much.
“Do you want to pet her hair?” Jongin asked, leaning back to get a better look at him, and then springing forward to keep from getting Sehun’s hand plastered over his face.
He only half regretted saying anything, with the oohs that happened every time they saw and ad.
And then that day, when they passed her in the hall. They were all like little bobbing baby ducks, bowing and greeting her and then there was Chanyeol, half saying, half whispering, “Are you going to tell her you like her hair?”
Sehun’s face had never felt hotter, not even when he’d run around until he’d been flaming hot in the middle of summer. She could have heard, he thought, as he punched Chanyeol’s side. He got to wish her luck, and scoffed when they others teased him about her smiling at him.
He knew he’d get them back one day.
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Prompt: boa is a queen who needs an heir and her chief of security proposes his um services to help her achieve.
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“I will not marry just to produce an heir,” Boa fumed, shoving aside the history books that she had taken with her to prove her point to the council. “If the queens of the past could rule and pass along their title to their child, then so can I.”
Sehun would not argue with her, and she had made her arguments well. No, they could not require her to wed, not even to get an heir. And he spoke, mostly without thinking.
“Then all you need for an heir is a…a man.”
“Yes, only just that. But where to find such a paragon? No wedded woman would loan her husband away for such a thing. All of the lords are married, and the ones who are not, well.” Boa shuddered a bit. “I would not submit myself to such a thing, much less to get a child.”
“There are many men who are available. Even I am not married,” Sehun mused, and even that offering of words was so forward that he almost felt compelled to offer up others, those of the guard he knew were not married or betrothed, a stable boy, a butcher. Even if her soldiers had not made remarks about her, and those who had were swiftly moved to a duty away from her, he knew they thought of her simply because of who she was. The queen, but also a powerful, beautiful woman.
Boa turned to him, and heat rose from his neck as he hoped he could not see the direction his thoughts had taken.
“Of the men in my life, you are among the few I trust,” she mused. “And you are…”
She hummed, looking over him from his boots on up.
“Even if to give the child life is all you could have, it would be enough?” she asked. “And it takes time, sometimes, to make a child.”
“I would see you safe,” Sehun said, the words more awkward than he imagined. “That is my duty until you tell me otherwise.”
“A fine, trait, loyalty. And what more, to blood if there is a child. You would be willing?”
Sehun nodded, his throat tight, but he said the words anyway. “I am willing.”
Not just out of duty, he didn’t want her to think that. But to have an heir, there was protection in that itself. And the way she nodded, resolute, ready to proceed with their plan, he knew she meant to carry it out then, without delay. But still, his duty he couldn’t shirk. He made sure there was the usual number of guards, before he felt he could truly let himself relax. Boa usually had a maid to help her with the ties of her dress, though he had done so once before for her when they had been traveling. He did so then, letting the heavy fabric part, leaving her in only a simple slip, one that left no small part of her body to the imagination.
“Sometimes I’d watch you handle your sword,” Boa said, taking one of his hands and running her fingers across his knuckles. She guided that same hand, molding his hand against her breast. He could feel the stiffness of her nipple through the silken fabric. “Did you think of this?”
“Am I alive?” Sehun wondered, and that made her smile, leading him back toward her bed. She let him go, lifting the cloth over her head and baring her body to him.
He’d seen her, dressing for events, getting ready for the baths. He had flashes of skin burned into his head. But it was different, knowing what she was giving him. She rested back against her pillows, pale against the dark cloth, and smiled at him. His eyes dipped following the path of her hand to the dark hair there between her legs. But she did not cover herself in modesty, she- Her fingers moved, pleasuring herself.
“Will you lie with me, standing there with your armor on?” she asked, and laughed when he startled. “Though I’ve never had a man in armor.”
Sehun undid buckles, sliding off the light armor of his position that was more for display in depths of the castle. His rough-spun shirt was lifted next, and his boots discarded. The ache in his cock as he loosed it was only compounded by the sound she made when she saw it, and he wondered if he imagined her fingers working quicker. His pants abandoned, Sehun tried to remember how to work his limbs, how to crawl onto a bed at a lady’s bidding and do as she pleased. And what she pleased, when he’d finally settled, was to wrap her fingers around his cock and stroke it, humming as his eyes closed tight only to open and- yes, her fingers with the pretty ring adorning one of them were stroking him. And, as he watched, guiding him as her thighs widened, until he could feel the wet of her, the way she began to open around him.
“It hasn’t been so long since my last lover that I forget how this works,” Boa said, stroking down his chest. “Sehun.”
It was as though his name gave him permission, taking one short, slick slide, and then another, and another, as deep as he could go without hurting her almost before he realized. She was moaning as her hips lifted to meet his, but not in pain, and seeing her like that, her eyes hazy with pleasure from her own stroking fingers and press of his cock into her, danced him too close to the edge. Pleasure prickled and he bit it back, not wanting to give in so soon, not when he had maybe only one chance and she wanted him to be there. But each stroke was just as close, his groans from the effort of trying to hold himself back, to linger in her warmth. Sehun heard her cry out, her body clutching hard around him and Sehun gasped, his body throbbing out of his control as his hips jerked, and there was no edge, only falling, coming as she came around him, pleasure rippling off of her.
In his arrogance, he thought she would be the one who was undone. In reality, it was himself, scarcely able to hold himself upright as he panted and tried to scrape his wherewithal back together. He’d finally gotten his breathing under control when Boa made a throaty sound and he embarrassed himself, pulsing, stiffening further while he was still inside of her.
“So soon?” she asked, as though amazed. If anyone, she could inspire that. And when he would have apologized and pulled away, she gripped his hips and pulled him closer. “Yes. Perhaps it’s best. To be sure.”
He didn’t know if it was possible, but his body told him it was, moaning as they found a new rhythm. He wondered if he would survive, until they were sure.
Sehun dressed, after, leaving her sleepy and content. He thought of going back to his room, spare and small. Instead, he took a chair in the room just outside of hers, balancing his sheathed sword on his knees and dozing, waiting for dawn.
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Prompt: could you follow up maybe with boa being pregnant and unwilling to give up sehun.
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Her courses had not come, and the court physician had confirmed a change in her aura, but it was just confirmation of what she had suspected. They’d been eager enough that it had been inevitable.
Boa wished she knew which night it had been. Maybe the night he’d been in full regalia because an event in court, armor gleaming from the chair she put him in. It gave her enough room to kneel there with him, to make sure there were no hard edges, nothing but a hard cock for her to sink onto. He’d done nothing but stare at her, adoring her as she’d ridden him. She’d found a rhythm, a position that she could have sustained what felt like almost indefinitely as she pleasured herself and reveled in the slide of him inside of her, of the cool shock of the metal on his chest against her skin.
He’d been moaning her name in desperation that night. Most nights, he only moaned, so to bring him to the brink of him forgetting his propriety, that enflamed her all the more.
And it made her want, too, when Sehun tugged open his pants for her. He hardened under the touch of her hand, a low moan as she gathered her skirts and knelt for him. He had done his duty, and Sehun deserved that award. It made her throb, rubbing her tongue against him, to see his hands clench because of her touch, and the warmth of her mouth. And it took little enough before
Boa looked with pride on the cock that stood hard, flushed, wet from her mouth, and she stood until Sehun gave her his hand, helped her into the bed and he knelt for her, letting her stroke his cock, waiting for her to decide what she wanted. And what she wanted, she discovered, was to sit up, to pull him closer and tell him her news.
“The physician believes I am with child.”
Sehun’s hips stuttered and Boa’s lips curved as he gaped down at her. She stroked against his sweaty chest, still cupping his cock, and waited for him to think it through.
“You are- Then-“
“Our endeavor has very likely been successful,” she finished for him, squeezing around his cock and making his breath catch. “There is a chance he could be wrong, or I, but I don’t think so. There is a chance the child could be lost. Time will tell.”
He looked down at her, with her skirt above her knees and her hand on him, and knew he was confused.
“Then this is to be sure?” Sehun asked.
Him in her bed.
“It could be, if that is how you would like to think of it. My lovers have been sporadic at best.” And she exhaled. “I have become accustomed to more, now. You are close, and trusted. If you still want this, even if we know what we’ve accomplished… I can think of no other I’d want.”
“But you…” Sehun shook his head, as though trying to clear it. “I know why you needed- why you wanted this from me. But you could have any other lover, now that it is done.”
“But none I want? Perhaps that will change, but you protect me from taking a lover who would misuse me. Who would hurt the child you have put inside me.”
Sehun’s eyes closed, his jaw working.
“Is there another woman you desire? I would not mind if you go to her as well, as long as you come to my bed when I call.”
“There is- No. No one else.”
“They why resist, if it is what we both want?”
“My mentor would be ashamed at what we have done already.”
That propriety again. To bed the woman he was bound to protect. But it was no less protection, not to her.
“Was he you or me? You make sure I am safe. You have not failed in that.” Boa tipped her face closer, watching his eyes drop to her lips. “Do you know what I want? I want you here. I want you to say my name when you find your pleasure in me. Unless… Unless it’s not what you want.”
“I don’t know if we can truly be sure, until the baby is born,” Sehun said, and Boa’s eyes widened. “And then we can…see.”
“Yes. We can be sure,” Boa said, and leaned back, letting Sehun move above her, as he let her guide his cock inside of her. He braced himself, protecting her, rocking against her. She held him tighter, realizing she didn’t have to give him up, not yet.
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Prompt: sehun wants boa to wear her tall black boots when they have sex, he's a bit embarrassed to ask her but she's more than happy to comply.
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Boa’s eyebrows rose a little when Sehun made his request, and he’d spent a couple of days saying nothing but eyeing the boots every time he passed her closet. He got himself off a couple of times in the shower thinking about it, and she didn’t laugh at him, considering it. And Sehun didn’t know if he’d ever been so hard as he watched Boa zip up her boots, one by one. They were heeled and they gleamed and so did she as she leaned back and gave him a place to crawl to. He’d half wanted her on top, but she’d vetoed that, but he didn’t mind, and he’d minded even less as they’d made out before the boots went on.
She was the one who guided him into her, and she was grinning when he had the wherewithal to look him.
“Your face,” she teased, and Sehun nearly whimpered. He got himself set, running his hands up and down her thighs, soft fake leather, softer warm skin, and the warmth of her around him. It was impossible not to move, watching her touch herself as she watched him touch her. He felt like his whole body was on fire, overheated, desperate, his girlfriend spread out under him and urging him to take him.
Sehun kept one hand on her thigh, but leaned forward, bracing himself, kissing her, moving his hips in short sharp bursts as she wriggled and moved up against him. Against his lips she said his name, and she clutched around him suddenly, over and over, moaning, coming around him. It made his head drop like he’d been hit, the air in his lungs backing up as his fingers gripped, half on the top of the boot, half on her skin, and moved like he had choice. Pleasure him in a shudder and Sehun jolted against her, pressing deep, a long moan leaving him as his body took over.
“That was a good idea,” Boa told him, tightening around him and making him whimper. He agreed.
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Prompt: sehun/boa with sehun all but mauling boa when she wears his jean button up shirt
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Sehun didn’t know what got him more about it. The way his shirt on her showed off her legs, the way it was too wide for her shoulders, and rolled up at the cuffs, and with the top buttons undone it was hard to take his eyes away. Even with it being denim, he could still tell when her nipples were hard under it, and they were right then. So maybe that was what got him flustered.
Or maybe, the fact that she knew it turned him on when she wore it.
She laughed when he hitched her up, scolding him, smacking on his shoulder.
“Sehun,” she said, utterly disapproving, but when he sprawled her on her back, she was the one to move her legs apart and moan, “Oh, yes.”
He fumbled with his pants with one hand, touching her all over with the other, and when he finally freed himself, her hips lifted for him as he slid slick into her. They both moaned, frantic, Sehun bending low over her, the bed shaking with the shockwaves of his hips, kissing her. All they could hear were moans and gasps and the wet sounds of sex, the mattress creaking, the way she cried out and came around him. And Boa laughed, delighted at the desperate sound he made just moments after, his hips stuttering, and how impossible she felt as his body gave to need. He moaned into her hair as all the strength left him, and her smugness was like a blanket over them.
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Prompt: sehun wearing some thigh highs for his girlfriend boa pls <3 also have you written any other seboa fics? i saw you had two in your tag for them i was hoping there are some more you know of :)
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They came up almost to the edge of his shorts. He’d tried to fumble the first one on, until Boa had started laughing, instructing him a little, helping him smooth up the pale fabric up his legs. She’d gotten longer ones than she wore and they went up and sat snug around his thighs and he couldn’t stop reaching to feel. At first he just walked around like that, thinking he was going to get ready for bed. But if he couldn’t stop touching, then Boa really couldn’t, and having her hands on his thighs just had him getting hard. That and everything else.
And it wasn’t like she could miss him getting erect in the thin shorts he used for sleeping.
“Come on,” Boa said, and she was the one who pushed the shorts off of him and got him onto the sheets. It felt weird. Cool cotton against his skin, except on his legs. Boa climbed over him, rubbing all over him, kissing him and making him throb. Her fingers against his legs felt odd, and good, and when she straddled his hips and sank onto him, Sehun moaned and tried not to thrust up against her. She rode him, slow, tightening around him as she peeked admiring glances over her shoulder. She reached back every so often and rubbed his thighs, her breasts heaving as she filled herself with him.
“You look so good like that,” Boa hummed.
Sehun would’ve agreed, would’ve agreed to anything, helpless but to moan as he watched her pleasure herself until she came around him. His eyes were almost rolling then in held-back relief, and she braced herself and let his hips snap as he pressed into her desperately, moaning, shaking as he pushed up and came for her.
He was good, rolling out of bed and helping her to clean up. He fell asleep with his head on her chest and didn’t realize until morning than he still had the thigh highs on.