Melted

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Title: Melted

Pairing: Chanyeol/Baekhyun (girl!Baekhyun)

Genre: Romance, Smut, Fluff

Length: Oneshot

Warning: Girl!Baekhyun, Het smut

Summary: With warmth, ice can melt, too.

Also posted under: Asianfanfics link


















Chanyeol lifts his gaze up from his plate when he feels the intense stare on the top of his head. True enough, Baekhyun is staring at his plate with her eyes practically begging. An amused smile curls on his lips as he teases her by picking onto his food here and there. Baekhyun’s eyes are following onto the movement of his fork.

“Baby, are you still hungry?” He asks softly, yet it still startles her. She looks up and finds herself nodding shyly.

“Here, you can have mine.” Chanyeol says, pushing his plate completely towards her. Baekhyun is staring at him as if he is some kind of God or something, with her eyes shining in hopeful. It’s as if he saves her world.

“Thanks.” She mutters, picking up her used fork from her already empty plate and then digging in almost immediately. Chanyeol feels a wide smile decorating his face, it’s almost hurting but as he watches Baekhyun eating so healthily makes him very happy. He reaches to caress her head.

They are on their fifth month. Their baby is.

Everything happens too fast. One day they were practically wrecking each other on every available surface in their house and on the other day, they are attending their doctor appointment together.

When they were suspicious about it, they were on top of dining table (oops, don’t tell anyone!) with Chanyeol pumping himself in and out of Baekhyun’s wet and slicked pussy. She was clinging onto him, her mouth parted open in continuous breathy whimpers while she was reaching her orgasm.

Right after they reached their peak, Chanyeol gazed down and found Baekhyun with her face scrunched up. Forgetting him current pleasure, he panicked when she made a weird face.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He had asked, holding onto her face gently. Baekhyun squeezed her eyes shut, “Cramp,” she whispered, motioning to her back. Chanyeol had breathed out in relief at that time, thinking that it was not something too serious.

They let it go for the night, continuing a slow making love in the bed with fluffy pillows under Baekhyun. Eventually, nothing changed after that and they went to the doctor to check her back and hips up, but went back home with wide smiles all over their face and a new health information file in hand.

They are expecting, and it’s been a month. No one seems to realize it, and they are relieved to know that their active and rough making love session doesn’t harm the baby. Their parents were elated when they told them about it. The mothers had Baekhyun up in between them, telling her about everything that she needs to do in order to maintain a healthy pregnancy.

Chanyeol was cornered by the two fathers, their hands clasping his shoulder while proud smile decorating their face. They told him that he did a very good job and that they couldn’t wait to hold their grandchild in their arms.











The first few months are kind of rocky since it’s their first time so they are being so cautious over everything. Chanyeol treats Baekhyun like she is his queen (indeed she is) and she keeps laughing at him, telling that he doesn’t have to stay so close to her. Nothing would happen, as long as she won’t trip herself over the things messily thrown in their living room.

Chanyeol finds himself standing in the kitchen more often than before. He doesn’t approve in Baekhyun moving so much and that he could handle everything pretty nicely. Baekhyun only rolls her eyes at him and decides to enjoy the freedom from doing the house chores, slumping in the new and fluffy couch Chanyeol had just bought a week ago for her back’s sake.

“Sleepy?” Baekhyun hears the low voice and she opens her eyes, smiling when she gets a kiss on her cheek. Chanyeol joins her into the couch, a tentative hand caressing her slight swell. She loves it when he does that, his hand is big and warm and it feels like he is protecting the two of them very nicely.

“Kinda, yeah,” Baekhyun murmurs, humming when Chanyeol drags her into his arms, hugging her tight. Life has been going pretty damn nice. If someone would have told the old Baekhyun that she would fall in love with the man she was arranged to married to, she would have laughed and called that person crazy.

“Let’s eat and then you can sleep, yeah?” He offers to her, as if she is a kid. Baekhyun smiles, “Yeah, sounds good.”

Chanyeol lifts her up and then brings her to the dining table. His cooking is getting better, he has lots of practices and Baekhyun can’t be more proud of him.

They take a quick shower, together, as that Chanyeol insists that she is too sleepy to even wash herself up. Well, who is Baekhyun to refuse? All she needs to do is to try standing still while Chanyeol does most of the work, washing her up and down thoroughly. There is no more embarrassment as they huddle together in the shower cubicle, naked without anything to cover their genitals. Baekhyun has grown so much comfortable with how Chanyeol is treating her. Moreover, they are married. What’s so wrong about that?

In their bed, Chanyeol would cover her up to her neck to avoid her from being cold and all, but Baekhyun simply pushes the covers away and chooses to snuggle up into his chest. Chanyeol laughs in amusement and then he wraps his arms around her, kissing her damp hair and then Baekhyun is asleep in no matter of second.











During the time Chanyeol is needed at work (that guy keeps taking days off just to be able to watch her), Baekhyun spends her time watching the television or surfing in the internet on how to be able to have a healthy pregnancy. So far, all of the things have been initiated by Chanyeol and that proves that he has read every single article of pregnancy. That makes Baekhyun swoons in happiness, thanking to every God up there to get such a perfect husband all for herself.

When Chanyeol is coming home late, he would call her to apologize and then he would call their mothers to come check her up. Baekhyun crosses her arms in front of her chest as her mother starts nagging for her for every single thing, and she pouts like a child. Hormone has been making her feels all sort of emotions and those change pretty quickly in a minute.

The first prove from her fucked up hormone is when she was out with Chanyeol around a few days ago, looking for baby things in the mall. Call her jealous as fuck, but she didn’t like it when the sales girl kept staring at her husband as if he was some kind of meat. Baekhyun huffed at the girl, glaring with all her might because you don’t mess with a pregnant woman. Chanyeol, that handsome but oblivious as fuck man, kept asking whether Baekhyun would like certain baby things. Well, how should she stay mad when he was looking at her with such bright eyes and excited gaze as he held onto a pair of tiny shoes in his palms?

The next prove is when she didn’t get her ice cream. Chanyeol was panicking because the ice princess Byun Baekhyun started crying when he arrived home and told her that the market ran out of her favorite flavor. It took Chanyeol a whole hour to manage her to stop crying, accompanied with long soft kisses and a promise to buy that damn flavor on the next day as soon as the market opens.

Another time when her hormone is doing its thing is right now, where Baekhyun is feeling way too heavy with her seven months stomach swollen, with her wanting to have Chanyeol here as soon as possible. He has been out for a very important meeting for the whole day and the clock shows her that it’s already seven at night. She starts crying without any trigger, wanting to be held by Chanyeol’s arms and basking in his warmth.

“Baby?” Chanyeol’s voice is heard and Baekhyun’s cries lessen a bit. Once he sees her with red eyes and wet face, he drops every single thing in his hands and rushes to attend to her side.

“Baekhyun, what’s wrong?” He asks, looking for any trace of injury. Baekhyun sniffs and throws her arms around his shoulder, pecking his mouth. “I miss you. You are so late today.”

“I’m sorry, but dad was holding me back with some papers that I needed to finalize. Are you okay? Do you need something?” He asks again, wiping her tears away and pecking her nose in apology.

Baekhyun shakes her head no but her hand slithers down to his pants. Chanyeol flinches back in surprise, eyes wide. She pouts, “Get back here.”

“Baekhyun, are you initiating what I’m thinking you are doing?”

Her pout grows deeper. “Chanyeol, you talk too much. Get back here.”

He still blabbers with things and Baekhyun is this close in losing her temper. “Get the fuck here, you dumbass.” She growls. Chanyeol stares at her with his round eyes open wide before he throws his head back in a loud laughter. Baekhyun is pouting, pulling him closer by the tip of his tie.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Chanyeol says lowly, more towards the real baby in there as he dips down to peck her swollen stomach, “but Mommy said the bad words. You shouldn’t do that when you are big later, okay?”

Baekhyun feels herself smiling as she hears Chanyeol baby talks to their unborn child. He looks up at her sound, grinning up widely. “Look, Mommy is laughing again after crying. Wait, you can’t look at it yet, but oh well.”

She giggles softly and Chanyeol continues peppering kisses along her swollen stomach, going lower and lower until Baekhyun is left breathing heavily. He looks up, sending her the gaze in which she responds with a broken moan.

It’s been a while since they are doing it from the last time and Baekhyun can’t seem to take the slow motion of Chanyeol dragging her panty down. When he spreads her legs apart, he slowly pushes her maternity dress up as well, bunched up just above her stomach.

“Look at you, Baekhyun. Already so wet and I haven’t even done anything.” He comments, a hand splaying on top of her stomach as if he is trying to cover the baby’s ears from listening to what he is saying.

“Because you are so slow,” she mutters lowly, whining when he drags his fingertip against her quivering pussy. She whimpers when Chanyeol leans down to drag his tongue along her clit.

“P-Please,” she begs, “I miss you, Chanyeol.” She gulps, moaning loudly when he starts a gentle pace of sucking on her clit. Baekhyun cries out in pleasure, already imagining this thing to happen even since the noon while she was still alone. Chanyeol’s hands hold her thighs open, his thumbs caressing her taut skin while his mouth works wonder on her.

Eventually, she grabs his up and shakily tries reaching for his zipper. Chanyeol chuckles and pecks her mouth, telling her to slow down. There is no time for getting his long legs out of his pants so Baekhyun settles with pulling his cock out only. She gazes up, eyes teary and hopeful when Chanyeol presses the blunt tip of his erection against her wet pussy.

It’s a very damn slow love making, with Chanyeol holding himself up all the time in order to not crush her. He holds onto the couch so tightly, hips diligently working ever so slowly to deliver good thrusts. Baekhyun’s head lolls back to the couch, her mouth hanging open in delight.

When they come, it’s with their lips pressed against one another. Baekhyun is afraid that the neighbor will hear her loudest scream ever so she pulls Chanyeol down into a kiss that speaks so much love and affection. Chanyeol smiles against her mouth, his hands caressing her hips gently.

Baekhyun is satisfied by the time he is filling her up with his warm cum, so deep and strong. Once the peak is over, she feels like a jelly, all weak and sleepy. She could have slept right away but Chanyeol insists that they clean up first. That’s how they settle in the bath tub (because Baekhyun is a lazy one and she doesn’t have any more energy left on her legs.

Chanyeol keeps his chest against her back, while his hands wash her up. Baekhyun thinks this is the good side of being pregnant, which is being spoiled by Chanyeol all the time. Being spoiled means being bathed and being pleasured.

“Are you feeling good?” Chanyeol asks, his lips dragging along the column of her neck. Baekhyun nods, mouth letting out soft noises as Chanyeol’s big palms massage her breasts gently. She has always been so sensitive with her breasts, but adding the pregnancy reason, she feels so damn ticklish and easily aroused just by a mere touch.

“A-Ah,” she whimpers when the good pleasuring electricity runs all over her body, by Chanyeol’s fingers groping her mound and pinching her nipples. Along the time, one of his hands leaves her breast and slithers down to between her legs, caressing her wet folds and rubbing her clit. Chanyeol keep littering kisses all over her neck and shoulder and seriously, Baekhyun can’t feel more loved than this.

That night, Baekhyun falls asleep right when Chanyeol starts dressing her up.











They go out for their appointment to check for the little one. It’s going to be a girl and Chanyeol is way too happy with that. Baekhyun can only hold back the embarrassment when her husband starts doing some kind of dance in the doctor’s office.

Halfway out of the hospital building, they bump up onto someone they least expect to.

It’s Yixing, Baekhyun’s best friend. And she notices the sudden tension on Chanyeol’s whole face.

“Hello, Baekhyun! Wow, you are so big already.” Yixing comments with a gentle smile. Chanyeol unconsciously takes a step back to let him get closer but Baekhyun clasps a hand around his wrist to keep him still. There is no need for Chanyeol to sacrifice himself again, he shouldn’t step back, and Baekhyun is going to show him that he is the one and only for her.

“Hey, Yixing,” she calls softly, tugging Chanyeol close and hugging his arm. Chanyeol stares at her, perplexed.

“Hello, Baekhyun’s husband,” Yixing goes to greet Chanyeol and offers a gentle smile, “we met a few times while I came over but we haven’t talked that much. I start to feel that you hate me.” He says jokingly.

Baekhyun huffs, “Well, you trigger his jealousy, so it’s only normal that he might hate you.”

Chanyeol looks as if he is constipating at what she had just said and he waves his hand repeatedly. “I-I don’t hate you! Oh gosh, Baekhyun, what are you talking about?”

Yixing blinks before he laughs. “Oh, you two. Such a match made in heaven.” He comments with a soft smile hanging on his face. Chanyeol stops waving his hand and gapes like an idiot.

“Well, as much as I would like to chat with you two, I have an appointment as well and I think I’m almost late.”

Baekhyun narrows her eyes. “What kind of appointment? Are you sick or something?”

Yixing winks at her, “Nope. Not a health appointment, more like… a date appointment.”

“Oh, you sneaky little shit.” Baekhyun gasps out, mouth hanging open as Yixing waves bye at them and then he approaches a pretty short nurse coming out of the laboratory. Chanyeol is still gaping in surprise by the time she drags him to their car.











When hormone hits way too harsh, Baekhyun breaks down into tears. Chanyeol kneels in front of her as they huddle close on the carpet, television long forgotten and warm tea no longer steaming.

The trigger is that Chanyeol brings home a bouquet of flowers and also a big cake which is Baekhyun’s favorite. He then proceeds to clean the mess Baekhyun created a few hours ago, which is spilling her yogurt on the floor and unable to clean it herself due to her nine months stomach. Dinner is also made by Chanyeol who spends the whole hour creating such masterpiece and Baekhyun swears her husband could be a chef someday in the future.

Chanyeol brews her some tea and then he proceeds to sit on the carpet and starts massaging Baekhyun’s swollen ankles while retelling about his day at work. Watching him being like this pulls the major strings in Baekhyun’s chest and she slides down from the couch to join Chanyeol there.

“Why are you crying?” Chanyeol asks gently, already knowing that her hormones hit at the unexpected times. Baekhyun shakes her head and she feels gentle hand wipes her tears away. As she gazes up, Chanyeol is smiling down to hear and instead of stopping, her cries grow louder.

“What is it? Tell me.” He whispers softly.

Baekhyun heaves a breath. “Why are you so perfect?” She breathes out, scrunching her nose up.

Chanyeol gives her a lopsided smile, “Me? I’m not perfect. No one’s perfect, Baekhyun.”

“But you are being so kind to me. How do you that? I don’t deserve you. Why are you so kind to me, goddamnit.” She grumbles lowly. Chanyeol laughs at her choice of words.

“Well, I love you so I don’t have any choice other than being good to you, really. With me being good, I can increase the chance for you to keep me here with you.” He mutters lowly.

Baekhyun grabs onto his face, “Oh God. I will keep you forever, Chanyeol. Why are you saying that,”

Chanyeol shrugs. “No one knows what will happen in the future. But as long as you still want me to be by your side, I will do as you wish.”

Her lower lip trembles and she cries out, fat tears slipping all over her face. Chanyeol coos at her, telling her to stop crying because look at her nose, it’s so red already, she is no longer pretty.

Baekhyun grunts, stuffing her wet face into his chest and keeping a tight grip on his sweater. Chanyeol hums softly, a hand caressing her hair while his low voice slowly but steadily calms her down.

“I love you, Chanyeol. I really do. I will do all my best to keep you by my side forever.” She admits softly. “Moreover, we have this little one already,” she motions to her swollen stomach, “there is no way I would let my baby daddy go.”

Chanyeol laughs loudly, his head thrown back. Baekhyun smiles at his face and she reaches to peck his mouth, taking him by surprise. His surprised face slowly morphs into a soft expression, one that is Baekhyun’s favorite.

“You are so sweet nowadays, Baekhyun. What happened to that cold self of yours?” He asks teasingly.

Baekhyun pouts, lips pursing forward. “Gone.”

He smiles gently, holding his palms on each side of her face and making her looks up to him. Chanyeol is smiling and he looks so damn beautiful, with such love and affection splaying so clearly in those wide orbs.

“Did you know? People were calling you the Ice Princess in high school? You were so cold before. No one dared to come close to you.”

Baekhyun pouts deeper, her eyes glancing away but her cheeks redden as she says, “Ice can melt too, you know.”

The confusion in Chanyeol’s face slowly forms into a wide and twinkling grin. “So you are saying I melt your icy heart?”

“Don’t push your luck.” Baekhyun jabs his chest, avoiding the question but her red face is enough of an answer. Chanyeol giggles with such unmanly voice, low and silly, successfully making Baekhyun giggles as well.

Chanyeol leans down to kiss her on the lips. “So is it completely melted or do I still have to work for it?”

Baekhyun smiles up, “Don’t worry, it’s completely melted, thanks to your persistent warm heart.” She mutters. Chanyeol holds a palm over his chest, “Oh, I’m touched.”

She hits his shoulder. “Don’t start!”

“Oh, it’s so touching! Baekhyun, you are so poetic! I’m—”

“Don’t start, I said!”

“You mean the world to me, my Ice Princess. Who would know that—”

“Oh God. Chanyeol, I feel so warm.” Baekhyun gasps.

“Yes, of course. My heart does its job to warm you up—”

“I mean it literally!” She cries out.

“Yeah, I got it. All thanks to—”

“Shit, Chanyeol! My water broke!” Baekhyun screams out. Chanyeol jolts up in shock and in only two seconds, he scoops his wife into his arms and runs down to their car.







By the end of the night, their little princess Park Hyunae is born to the world. Their family is warm. Completely warm; as Baekhyun stares at Chanyeol holding onto their little girl with a smile lighting his whole face.









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A/N: It's a short one but this is what I'm trying to show; the glimpses of their life and their strong love. Hope you all enjoy it! Thanks for reading!