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Title: Man O’ War
Rating: Nc-17
Pairing: Baekhyun/Sehun
Warning: water sports, slight masochism
Summary: Sehun gets stung by a jellyfish

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People want to engage and engage and engage
What sorts of foods do you enjoy?
And do you perhaps bake?
Ice cream, potatoes, things drenched in mild flavors
And somewhere in between the listing
Rice, lettuce, things drenched in spices
And feigning nonchalance
You realize your favorite foods come in two varieties
And you hope they don’t realize

The kind that are pleasant to puke
And the kind that are a bitch

NC-17
Chanyeol/Tyler, the creator
Word Count: 600
Warning: pwp, face fucking, homobutnohomo 
Summary: He’s not gay, he just wants some talent

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Baekhyun/Chanyeol
NC-17
Word Count: 1.8k
Warning: orgasm denial, p. much pwp, etc
Summary: -

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Baekhyun/chanyeol
NC-17 
Warning: Slight pain play 
Summary: Chanyeol gets shampoo in his eye and baek helps him out

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I think this is nc-17 idk it might be R

fem!kyuhyun

For a friend :)

Sorry this is my first attempt at writing something that isn’t a stuffy history essay

Kyuyoung immediately drops her purse in the entryway as she scoots the door shut with a hip. The contents slide and roll across the wooden floor and she closes her eyes at the sight, debating whether the nagging feeling of leaving a mess is worth avoiding the effort bending over would take. A sharp exhale, and she is swooping down to shove the various receipts and makeup back into the bag. Almost immediately, the pressure on her head increases and the pounding of her headache amplifies; the rest of the items can live on the floor a little while longer.

She makes her way to the fridge to grab some of the cookies left over from the previous night. Comfort food. She reaches for the foil wrapped goodies, knocking a metal bowl out as she tries to pull them free. The bowl falls to the floor with a clatter and a splash upwards of marinating fruit. Strike 2. Strike 20 million in her shit filled day.

A few swipes with her foot and a towel—hastily moistened and plopped over the mess—has her deeming it clean enough. Kyuyoung knows she’s going to hate herself later when the headache is gone and the house left in disarray, but at this point the only thing left to salvage her mood (and health) is to pop a couple advil and grab her vibrator.

She makes a pit stop in the bathroom to pee, and luckily, no other mishaps occur. Unless she counts the glimpse of cracked lips and smeared eyeliner she catches as she washes her hands, but really, she’d rather not dwell on losing her favorite lip gloss last week. 

Kyuyoung waits to pull her clothes off until she reaches her room; nakedness anywhere but her bedroom or bathroom leaves her feeling exposed and slightly discomforted. Her bareness is short lived, however, as she pulls on her softest t-shirt. The feeling it creates against her nipples always speeds her arousal along and today she is looking for a quick fix.

She grabs her favorite vibe, a pink, vaguely spoon shaped joint perfect for clitoral stimulation, and lies down on her bed. Closing her eyes, Kyuyoung concentrates her middle fingers on her nipples, feeling the beginning sparks of arousal. Years of exploring her own body have made the tiny nubs sensitive to touch and feelings of pleasure shoot straight through her stomach. She idly considers grabbing her laptop to aid her orgasm, but figures that might turn into a long process when the goal is to relieve tension, not add more stress. Good lesbian porn is hard to come by.

She alternates the tempo of her caresses as she flips onto her side and calls bits of her favorite erotic novel to mind. Not much time passes before she feels her pussy pulse and she is ready to grab her vibrator and gain a more positive outlook on the remainder of her day.

The device buzzes to life and Kyuyoung continues to rub a nipple as she brings it in direct contact with her clit. A few wiggles of her hand and dull pleasure begins to sing it’s way through her body, signaling her orgasm. She pulls the vibrator away and waits until the slight clenching of her muscles subsides before resuming. She does this—again, again, and again—until she can feel her body nearing peak sensitivity from the constant build up. 

Her fingers begin to scramble frantically, striking at the now hardened nub beneath them while her other hand presses the vibrator down firmly for a final time. Her legs begin to shake and she thrashes, holding it in place despite the almost overwhelming feeling of wanting to remove it washing over her. Her effort is rewarded and she throws her head back, breathing harshly as her orgasm sweeps through her. 

Kyuyoung turns the device off and lies there, a feeling of weightlessness running through her blood. When her muscles finally stop spasming, she allows herself to bask for a bit more. She eventually stands, making her way back to the bathroom to clean herself up. Her headache is a distant feeling and she smiles to herself as she erases the tallies on her mental scoreboard of Bad Things That Happened Today.