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Disclaimer (again)
Disclaimer (again)
I just want to thank everybody that have supported us so far. We actually need three more follows for our first 100 follows, so I guess you can say I am very happy that you all show us so much love. But getting to the point of this post. As you can see, this is titled disclaimer. I am here to say that unfortunately, we will not write anything for requests that make us uncomfortable. We do write smut, don’t get us wrong, but we won’t write things that are out of line for example, things like rape or forcefulness. There are things we will write to a certain extent, just to be clear. So there will be some requests we will be ignoring, so please if you are going to request then please make sure they are not extreme. Thank you!!
~admin L
More Posts from Xiutingmyself
The fact that Amber said she has a public bathroom phobia because of how people harass her when she uses one makes me feel sick, why are people so ugly
Stress Relief
Pairing: P.O x Reader
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 603
Warnings: blowjob, cursing
Summary: P.O. is having a stressful day at work so you decide to help him blow off some steam.
Request: from @pyovelybeinglovely : I would like to request a P.O cute/smut (you decide which one, I can't fidndjwjejw) scenario where he had a stressful day at work. Thank you!!!
A/N: This is our first smut posted on here. I hope you all like it and sorry it took long to post, I was nervous about our first request. ~admin L
The front door slams shut, signaling that someone came in and by the way the door was slammed, you can tell that that person is in a bad mood. You look over to see Jihoon sitting on the couch looking absolutely exhausted.
"Hey, babe," you say as you walk over to the couch. "How was work?" "Oh god," he groans. "It was so stressful Y/N. You have no idea, babe." "What do you mean?" "Well, we're writing some songs for the new album but there's this song where we can't seem to get past the second verse. It's so frustrating," he says, putting his face in his hands in exasperation. "Well is there anything I can do to help?" He looks at you with soft eyes, "no thanks, babe. I'll figure it out." You couldn't just stand there and do nothing while he was stressing out. You felt guilty just being a bystander to his frustration. He could use a bit of a stress relief. You had an idea. "Babe?" You say as you lean over and sit on his lap. He seems a little surprised by your sudden change in demeanor. "Y-Yes?" "I think I know what I can do help you relax a little." You begin straddling his lap until he gets the gist. "And what's that?" You answer back by closing the gap between you two with a kiss. It's slow and gentle at first but then escalates to a more feverish and messy one until you're both out of breath. You lean in close to his ear and whisper, "I want to make you feel good." He moans at that, already anticipating what's in store. You kiss at his jaw and down his neck as you unbutton his shirt. As every button disappears, you kiss lower and lower until you were on your knees unbuckling his pants. "Is this what you want baby?" you ask seductively. "Oh god, yes," he sighs. You pull down his pants slowly, wanting to tease him. "C'mon baby, don't tease me," he says hoarsely. "Be patient," you smirk. Once his pants are at his ankles, you lightly touch his bulge with the tips of your fingers, making him shudder. You lean in and kiss his clothed bulge causing a moan to slip from his lips. "Jihoon," you moan. "Fuck, baby girl. I love when you say my name." At that, you slowly begin to pull down his boxers ever so slowly and watch his dick spring up. He groans at the release. You take ahold of the shaft and slowly begin pumping, his precum making it smoother to pump. "Oh fuck, Y/N, that feels so good," he says, his head leaning back against the couch. You lean in and place your lips at the tip of his cock and suck softly. He moans loudly, encouraging you to go down on him. The warmth of your lips makes his hips buck up, causing you to gag. "Fuck, princess. You're so good at that." You go lower and lower each time as he moans and curses louder and louder until his cock twitches indicating he's close. "Yeah babe, just like that," he says as you bob your head down his shaft. "I'm close," he says and after a few more seconds, he's cumming in your mouth, causing you to swallow every little drop. Once he comes down from his high, you get up on the couch and kiss him passionately until you need to take a breath. "Thank you so much, baby," he begins. "You sure do know how to make me feel better." "Anytime."
A/N: Feel free to send in requests. ~admin L
Saving Lives pt. 4
Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader
Genre: series, doctor!baekhyun au, fluff, angst, smut (in later chapters)
Word Count: 1,976
Summary: You’re about to start your internship in Seoul’s most prestigious hospital but before you devote your whole life to medicine, you decide to have one more night of freedom. But, what happens when that one night follows you to your job in the hospital? (inspired by Grey’s Anatomy)
A/N: Sorry this took forever to post, but I did promise I would post on the weekend and it is the weekend. But from now on, I will only post on the weekend. I just started my senior year and it’s already hectic with homework. Like idk why teachers give homework on the first week but whatever, I have to deal with it. Anyways, hope you like this chapter. (p.s. Y/L/N stands for Your Last Name) ~admin L
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10
Part 4:
I quickly turn around and begin to jog away, trying to avoid him. Unfortunately, I feel my arm being grabbed and I’m dragged into a vacant staircase as he closes the door behind him. “Let go of me, Dr. Byun.”
“Dr. Byun? Last night it was Baekhyun.” “Well, Dr. Byun, I think we should forget last night ever happened.” “What never happened?” he asks teasingly. “Us having sex or you throwing me out this morning because I would really like to remember both of those fond memories.” “No. There will be no memories. I’m not the same person I was at the bar.” “Right, because last night you were a teacher and now you’re a surgical intern,” he smirks. “I don’t understand why you didn’t tell me the truth, we could have gone to work together. Carpooled.” “Listen Baekhyun, that’s beside the point. We should forget this ever happened.” “You took advantage of me and now you want to forget about it?” he teases more. “I was drunk, vulnerable and good-looking and you took advantage of me.” I begin to smile, trying not laugh. “Okay, first of all, I was the drunk one, and second of all, you’re not that good-looking.” “You took advantage,” he says again. “I did not take advantage.” “Want to take advantage again? How about Friday night?” “No,” I say seriously. “You’re an attending and I’m your intern. This is inappropriate.” I look into his eyes and all I see is lust. “Don’t look at me like that.” “Like what?” he says, smirk still plastered on his face. “Like you’ve seen me naked.” He begins to laugh, making me more angry. “From now on, I will be Dr. Y/L/N and you will be Dr. Byun.” I shove a binder in his hands. “Here’s Min Hyorin’s chart, her parents have questions.” Before he can answer, I walk out the door, making myself useful. ~ I’m walking towards Hyorin’s room when Chen pulls me to the side. “Hey, so I just did Hyorin’s lab and it came out clear, there’s nothing that explains her seizures.” “Did you tell Dr. Kim?” I ask. “Yeah, but I thought I’d let you know since she’s your responsibility now.” “Ugh, don’t even remind me. She wouldn’t stop talking to me about her rhythmic gymnastics.” “That’s what you signed up for.” “Actually no I didn’t. I signed up to save her life, not to hear about her hobbies.” “It was in the fine print,” Chen teases. “Anyways, let’s go. It’s time for lunch.” We walk to the cafeteria, grab our hospital food (which is not that great but I’m starving so this will do), and sit on an empty table. “How’s your day been going?” I ask Chen. “It’s alright, just running labs. Nothing special. What about you? What have you been up to?” Oh, he has no idea. Like the fact that I slept with the guy who is the head of the neurology department. That means he’s the best brain surgeon in this hospital. That means that because this is the best hospital in Seoul, the capital of Korea, he is the best brain surgeon in Korea. Not only that, but he wants round 2 on Friday. So yeah, I guess nothing much happened. Regardless I told him, “I’ve just been taking care of Hyorin. That’s about it. She seizes every now-and-then but I just shoot her another 10 milligrams of diazepam, but lately, I’ve been needing to give her more dosages because she’s beginning to not respond. ” “Hey, mind if I sit here?” We look up to see Chanyeol hesitantly holding his lunch. “Yeah sure,” I say, pulling out a chair for him. “Thanks, I really need a break.” He slumps down in his seat. “I don’t understand how you can eat after all those rectal exams,” laughs Chen. Chanyeol rolls his eyes, “I’m going to need energy if I’m going to survive all 48 hours.” “I think we can do it,” I say optimistically. “I honestly think we’ll be the first group of interns of Dr. Kim’s that will pass the 48-hour trial.” “You say that now but you won’t be saying that on hour 30. That’s when it hits you,” says Chen. “Whatever Chen. As long as I outlast you, I’m good,” I tease. “Umm you guys,” we look up to see Jihyo with a sack lunch. “All interns are wanted in the board room.” “What for?” I ask. “I’m not sure, all I know is that everyone’s going there now.” We walk to the board room to see it crowded with interns, sitting around the long table. We move to sit in the front when the door abruptly opens causing everyone’s head to turn. In comes Baekhyun, I mean Dr. Byun, and Dr. Kim. They walk to the front of the room and I immediately regret my seating choice. I try to go unnoticed but when I look up, I see he’s already looking at me. He smirks and breaks eye contact before referring to the whole room. “Good afternoon everyone,” Baekhyun says. “I’m Dr. Byun, head of the neurology department here in Seoul Medical. I’ve asked you all here because there is something I need your help with, all of you.” He makes eye contact with me before speaking again. “Patient Min Hyorin is suffering from grand mal seizures and we’re not sure what’s causing it. She’s not responding to our meds, the labs are clean, the scans are pure. She has no visible cause. She’s a ticking time bomb, if I don’t make a diagnosis soon, she’s going to die.” Everyone becomes tense. This is our first day and we already have a potential death in our hands, especially mine. “But this is where you all come in,” Baekhyun says optimistically. “I can’t do it alone. I need your extra minds, I need your extra eyes. I need you all to help me find out why Hyorin is having seizures. I know you are all busy and have more work than you can possibly handle so I’m going to give you an incentive.” The room begins to fill with whispers. “Whoever figures out the diagnosis will get to scrub in with me. Hyorin needs surgery and you will do what no intern will ever get to do, scrub in and assist on an advanced procedure. Dr. Kim will hand you all Hyorin’s chart. The clock is ticking fast people. If we’re going to save Hyorin’s life, we have to do it soon.” With that, he walks out of the room, causing everyone to frantically run towards Dr. Kim to receive Hyorin’s chart. This is a chance of a lifetime. No intern ever gets to have the opportunity to scrub in on a surgery, let alone, assist. This is a job for residents and attendings. We only do labs, charts, and small ER cases like colds and fevers. I have to win, I have to get this surgery, I don’t care if Baekhyun’s going to be there. This is going to help me become the best surgeon I can be. I walk out of the room determined before Chen stops me. “Hey, wait. Let’s work on this together.” “Sorry Chen but I want the surgery.” “I know, so do I but if we work together, we can find the diagnosis sooner. Then, we both will have a better chance of getting that surgery. And besides, we have an advantage.” “And what’s that?” “You. You’ve been monitoring and charting all her data. You know her better than any intern here.” He’s right. I’ve had the most contact with her out of everyone in this hospital. “Okay, fine. Let’s go to the library.” ~ We go to the hospital’s library where all the medical books are at for reference. Doctors can come in here to refresh or research information they need on a diagnosis. Chen and I grabbed a bunch of books and sat on the floor at a secluded area, leaning against a bookshelf. “So it’s not anorexia, chronic renal failure, or acidosis,” says Chen while scanning a book. “And it’s not a tumor because her C.T came out clean.” I wasn’t really listening to what Chen was saying. I’m a little distracted by Baekhyun. It’s just weird knowing that he’s working at the same hospital and that he’s my superior. This is going to make my job a lot harder. “Are you even listening to me right now? What’s on your mind?” asks Chen frustratingly. “Nothing. It’s nothing. How about an infection?” “No, there’s no white count. And she has no C.T lesions, no fevers, nothing in her spinal tap.” He sees that I’m distracted again and aggravatingly puts his book to the side and faces me. “Okay, seriously what’s wrong?” Should I tell him? I mean he is my best friend and he won’t judge me, right? He knows I do some crazy shit sometimes so he shouldn’t be too harsh. “Okay, I’ll tell you but you have to promise not to tell anyone. And don’t make a big deal or react in a crazy way.” “I promise.” I take a deep breath and look at him. “I had sex with Dr. Byun. But it was before I knew who he was. It was last night after the club. So please don’t judge me or say anything.” He looks shocked, that he stills for about three seconds. Right when I think he’s about to scold me, he thankfully changes the subject. “What about an aneurysm?” I look at her chart. “No blood on the C.T and no headaches.” He runs a frustrated hand through his hair. “Okay, so no drug use, no pregnancy, and no trauma.” “I don’t know what else to look for,” I say defeated. “The poor girl’s going to die.” “I thought you didn’t like her that much.” “I don’t but she doesn’t deserve to die for it. I kind of feel guilty complaining about her rhythmic gymnastics.” Chen laughs, “what even is rhythmic gymnastics?” I chuckle lightly, “I don’t even know. But she’s apparently the best up until recently because she fell and sprained her ankle.” That’s when something clicks in my head. I stand up abruptly. Chen stands up too. “What is it?” asks Chen. “I know what’s wrong with her.” ~ We run around looking for Baekhyun when we see him getting into an elevator. We sprint before the door closes. Chen sticks his hand out, preventing the doors from closing. “Wait, Dr. Byun,” calls out Chen. The doors open. Baekhyun seems slightly frightened but composes himself quick. “Yes?” “Hyorin does rhythmic gymnastics,” starts Chen. “Good for her, but what does that have to do with anything?” “Even though she had no headaches and no neck pain, what if she has an aneurysm?” Chen continues. “There’s no medical proof or indicators of an aneurysm,” argues Baekhyun. “Her C.T was also clean.” “But the thing is she twisted her ankle a couple days ago when rehearsing-” The elevator began beeping, indicating that the doors have been open for too long. Baekhyun began getting frustrated. “Listen, I appreciate your hel-” “She hit her head when she fell,” I chimed in. This is the first time Baekhyun realized I was here. That got his attention so I continued. “When she went in for her ankle, doctors dismissed her head bump as nothing other than a minor fall.” “Do you know the chances of a minor fall causing an aneurysm?” began Beakhyun. “One in a million.” With that, the elevator doors closed and Baekhyun was gone. Chen and I turned around and begin making our way back to the library before the elevator doors opened again. Baekhyun steps out, smiling at us. “Let’s go,” he says. “Where?” I ask. “To find out if Hyorin is one in a million.”
A/N: Hope you all like it and remember to request. I would also appreciate feedback. ~admin L
Goodbye Love
Pairing: Zico x Reader
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 381
Summary: You can’t love Zico anymore if he’s never there.
A/N: Hey everyone, this is our first angst. I decided to use Zico’s real name, Jiho, in this so please don’t get confused. Please enjoy and feel free to message us with any requests and/or questions. ~admin L
After a long day of work, all Jiho wants to do is go home, relax and sleep, maybe cuddle with his girlfriend. He walks through the door to see his girlfriend standing there. "Hey babe, I was wondering if-" he cuts himself off when he sees her luggages next to her. "What are you doing with those," he asks softly.
Y/N opens her mouth to say something but no words would come out. "Are- are you leaving me?" She lets out a sigh. "Listen, Jiho-" "No," he pleads. "Please, let's talk about this." He tries looking into her eyes but she won't look at him. She runs an exasperated hand through her hair, avoiding eye contact. "There's nothing to talk about." He stepped closer to her slowly, hoping she won't get frightened and storm off. "Please, babe. We can work something out." He gently put is hands on her shoulders, making her make eye contact with him. "Jiho, we've been having the same conversation for years and yet, nothing's changed. We've been in a relationship for five years-" "I know, and you're willing to give that all away?" "But for two of those years, you were barely home, and when you were, you barely looked at me because 'you're too tired' or 'you're busy.'" Tears began to spring from Y/N's eyes. "You dismissed me and made me feel like a disturbance. I wondered all the time if you still loved, or if I even mattered to you anymore. Do you know how that makes me feel?" Tears start to build up in Jiho's eyes, threatening to spill. "I'm so sorry, baby. I promise I'll be better. I promise I won't neglect you again. I'll be better next time." Y/N gently wipes his tears from his face as he leans into her touch. "I'm sorry Jiho, but there won't be a next time." Y/N gets out of his grasp, picks up her belongings, and walks towards the door, leaving Jiho standing in place. He turns towards her. "But I love you." "I don't think I can say the same thing for you anymore." And with that, Y/N walks out the door, never turning back leaving Jiho alone, now on his knees crying into his hands.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed it. Please feel free to message us with any requests or questions. ~admin L