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✰ĖӾØ✰ // autumn in cotton // byun baek // 2024✰

[oohsejun]

Prince Wang Eun 💗✨

[nothingbutexo]

#EXOISCOMING

[ace-angel-judas]

Number

Pairing: Bloo/Hope ft Nafla, Loopy 

Series: EXO 13th Member AU 

Rating: Fluff 

Synopsis: Finally got his number. 

“Where’s Nafla?”

Loopy looked over at Bloo, “He’s in the studio, he’s working on a collab with some idol,”

Bloo tilted his head slightly, it wasn’t everyday people like them collaborated with idols. It perked his interests, who was this idol Nalfa was suddenly working with.

“Do you know who it is?” He asked.

“A girl,” Loopy explained, “Hope from EXO, or well, she used to be in EXO,”

In moments, Bloo was out of the door and heading to Nalfa’s studio.

Meanwhile, Hope was sitting with headphones on her head as she listened to the track. She had been right, Nalfa was the voice she needed on the song. Although, now the production process began.

“Turn down the pitch here,” Hope explained and pointed to a soundbar, “And up the one over here,”

“Do you just want to take over?” Nafla asked.

“It’s your equipment, I’d rather not,” Hope shook her head, “I don’t like people touching my stuff so I’d leave yours,”

Nodding, Nafla did as he was told before the door was opened. The rapper rolled his eyes, both he and Hope looking over at the door. Bloo walked inside, a small smirk on his lips.

“I told no one to disturb us,” Nafla stated.

“That’s a bit creepy, Nafla, planning something?” Bloo asked.

He gave Bloo a look before the rapper looked down at Hope and smiled softly at her. Hope giggled softly, shaking her head as she looked back at the computer.

“Funny seeing you here,” Bloo whispered, crouching down next to her and leaning his head on the desk.

“I always thought you only came out during night,” Hope giggled, “Can I help you?”

“Can you take my number now?” Bloo asked, slipping her a piece of paper, “Let’s talk other than just two in the morning,”

Nafla blinked softly, watching the exchange. What the actual fuck did he miss? Hope picked up the piece of paper and looked at the scribbled mess of writing, nodding slowly. He stood back up, a smile on his face as he waved goodbye and marched out, quite proudly.

Looking back at Nafla, Hope blinked.

“How do you know Bloo?” He asked.

“Well,” Hope pursed her lips, “I met him while he was drunk at 3am at a convenience store, and he brought me pudding,”

The male was silent for a moment before nodding slowly, “That makes sense actually..,”

A shy smile sat on Hope’s lips as she stared at her phone, waiting from the next text messege to come through. She was laid in her head, phone in hands as she texted away long into the night. It had started with simple hellos, which had turned into non stop texting.

So how was your day then? – Bloo

Busy in the studio – Hope

Perhaps you can come over and we can both catch a break – Bloo

Taking in a deep breath, Hope’s fingers stopped. What was she suppose to say to this? It would be fine and possibly fun but if she was caught, hanging out with an underground rapper. Well, Korea would break. But then again, she was free from the confines of everything.

Her fingers stayed in their place, unsure on what to response with. Hope bit her lip, breathing deeply before she typed a quick reply and slapped her phone face down on the bed. She stood up and paced the room, butterflies filling her stomach.

The phone vibrated, making her stop and stare at it, expecting it to burst into flames. A reply was waiting for her, Hope slowly creeping towards the device and picking it up. She clicked the home button, watching it light up.

Meet at the store then? – Bloo

Shoving her face in the blankets, Hope let out a high pitch squeal.

[writingstuffandmore]

Drabble's Month...

Prompts :-

Send me a EXO member

1. First kiss

2. Holding hands

3. Road trips

4. Fireworks

5. Cinema Date

6. Nightmare

7. Wearing his/my clothes

8. Cuddles

9. No sleep

10. Dancing

11. Reading a book together

12. Dentist

13. Shopping

14. Lazy day

15. House decoration

16. Sharing the bed

17. Chill night in

18. Haunted house

19. Theme park

20. Walk in the woods

21. Making a blanket fort

22. Sharing a dessert

23. Cooking food together

24. Playing with hair

25. Sleeping on your partner's lap

26. Accidentally falling asleep together

27. Forehead kiss

28. Helping to adjust the jewellery/necktie

29. Caring when one is ill

30. Patching a wound

31. Surprise birthday party

[rayofsunas]

The Decimation of Us | Oh Sehun

A/N: I want Sehun to dye his hair black again. Because OMG HOT. This imagine was a collab with @exodestroyedmylife on here. Go check out her part of the collab that circulates around Baekhyun and the Reader. I don't really like the ending of this, but I've been working on this for weeks so I needed to get it up as soon as possible; I felt bad for making my collaborator wait. So sorry it might be bad. I remember editing this and read briefly over the part I just wrote, but I could've missed something, so if there's errors that's why.

@exodestroyedmylife ‘s Baekhyun Scenario

Pairings: Oh Sehun x Fem! Reader

Summary: You and your fiancé are the modern day Bonnie and Clyde or real life Harley and Joker.

Warnings: swearing, crimes are committed, guns are used, angst, murder is mentioned/occurs, bombs mentioned,

Genre: Bonnie and Clyde AU! / Harley Quinn and Joker AU! / Angst

Words: 3,982

If someone asked you as a young child if you ever saw yourself here, doing this at twenty two years old, you probably would've called them crazy for even assuming you were capable of such heinous crimes.

But really, you were the crazy one. Robbing a bank was never in your forte, and at first, you were against it all together. You both were. But things changed, people changed, the plan changed.

"Sehun, try not to kill him, alright? We don't need any more crimes under our belts." You called over to the tall charcoal haired man, who had a firm grip on the aging, salt and pepper haired banker.

"I'm not making any promises." Sehun called back, his voice sounding a bit muffled on the other side of the banks large room. But through the distortion of his voice you could still hear him clearly ordering demands left and right at the man who was being used as a hostage; more like someone who you could use until you get rid of him or let him go. "Hey asshat, stop moving if you value your life. Just because the pretty lady over there is calling all the shots, doesn't mean I won't rough you up a bit." Said Sehun.

"After all she said try not to kill you, am I right?" Muffled grunts and groans escaped the older mans mouth, and you just ignored it all as you continued searching through the cash registers; focused on the green bills located inside.

A huge teeth showing smile appeared on your face as soon as your eyes came in contact with the money that you just continued to pile into the black duffle bag.

Sure it was selfish, a crime, horrible, and a sin in many peoples books to do this. But what else were you supposed to do? Go out and get a job like a normal person?

Hell no. You and Sehun weren't normal people, and quite frankly, you enjoyed living this dangerous lifestyle. Maybe not before, it defiantly want preferred. But now it excited you, gave you more adrenaline than most activities in life, hell, even sex half of the time.

"Are you almost done in there?" Sehun's voice cut in, seemingly becoming closer each time you struggled to open the last register.

"Almost," You huffed trying to pry open the last cash register behind the desk. But to your luck, it was locked shut. "It's locked." Turning to face your fiancé who was now behind you, confusion crossed his gorgeous face.

Disbelief crossed his face as he muttered, "It's locked?" It was odd. That much your fiancé knew. He ordered that banker minutes ago to open all five of the registers, and he'd watched him do it. The sneaky bastard must've relocked the last safe, when you weren't watching him; obviously too greedy as you stuffed as much money into the duffle as you could fit.

You nodded angrily, your foot coming in contact with the wall behind you.

Whispering to Sehun you said, "He didn't unlock it."

"That can't be possible. I watched him unlock them all." Growled your lover, eyes burning holes into the clerk.

"Clearly he didn't."

By the look on your fiancés face, he wasn't pleased. To say the least, the criminal didn't like being lied to. If anyone lied to him, they better be ready to face the harsh consequences. He'd do the most unforgiving things to anyone who crossed him the wrong way, especially with a lie.

"You," Addressing the nameless banker sitting tied up on the other end of room, determination along with anger crossed Sehun's face. Tapping the cash register he ordered, "Open this. Now." That wasn't much of a demand more like an order. Because if he didn't open it, he wouldn't be sparing his life like he so badly wanted you and Sehun to do as soon as you arrived. I mean it was pretty pathetic in your opinion. He was crawling on the floor, begging for mercy as his eyes teared up.

You both watched as the pathetic scrawny man tried to get up, only using his legs, eventually shakily standing before stumbling over to the pair of you.

"You've already taken enough, haven't you!?" Snapped the banker, although he hadn't meant to. You took notice that his hands behind his back seemed to shake, which could either mean one of two things. He was trying to somehow loosen the zip ties around both of his wrists or he was truly, deeply scared. You assumed it was the latter. Because after Sehun threatened him a countless amount of times, you didn't see the older man trying to defy either of you.

Sehun's glare intensified. "What was that?" His voice sounded so menacing, so dangerous, and it honestly turned you on.

He jumped, obviously terrified for his life. "I—I mean you've probably already taken thousands... I wouldn't be surprised if you've managed to accumulate millions. Please, just— you have enough..." the man pleaded with both his eyes and voice.

Sehun just ignored him though, arms folding across his broad chest. "Give me the key." Sehun wasn't having it, not right now at least. And you didn't even think on one of the best days he'd be taking shit from a guy like this. He was growing impatient and quite frankly, so were you. Although, you were pretty sure Sehun was way closer till his snapping point; meaning he could snap at any given second.

"Sir—"

"I won't ask again. If you won't hand the key over, I guess I'll be searching through the pockets of a dead man." Shrugged Sehun.

What Sehun had said visibly had shaken the man, persuading him to nod down to his jeans, a sigh escaping past his dry lips.

"In my left pocket." Sehun glared at him skeptically, wondering and questioning if this was some kind of trick. "I wouldn't lie." The older man explained briefly.

"Bullshit." Hissed your fiancée. "You're saving your ass."

The man deadpanned, his eyes slightly rolling. "Wouldn't anyone else in this situation want to live?"

"I'm not so sure." Sehun decided to take a risk and patted down the mans left jean pocket. "You've tested my patience more then I can count. You're lucky she's here," Sehun nodded back over to you, waiting not so patiently for the key. "This isn't my first time running into guys like you." Said your tall fiancée.

As soon as the keys were in the criminals hand he grinned to himself before whistling over at you, grabbing your attention immediately, afterwards tossing the key in your direction.

"We've been here too long. The only reason why the police aren't here already, is because it's two in the morning. They're probably asleep,"

Nodding in agreement, as soon as the key was in your hand, you squatted down to shove the key forcefully into its slot. Twisting said key, finally opening the register, you began to once again shovel the large wads of cash into the somehow not empty duffle bag.

Sehun stood to his full height, skeptically wandering around the locked bank. "Is everything in place?"

"Yeah." Sehun mumbled grabbing the black bags full of cash, heading towards the back door of the bank that lead to your waiting car.

You nodded as you zipped the last bag shut, having grabbed every last penny.

Mumbling a low, "We're done." to your lover, you began heading for the door.

"Wait!" A shrill yell escaped the bakers mouth, halting you immediately at the door, Sehun already on the other side loading the bags into the car. "You said if I helped you, you'd set me free!" Desperation laced his voice. Eyes rolling, you flatly said, "I did say that. But I've changed my mind."

"W—What?" His voice came out in a shocked whisper, for he really beloved you'd let him free. Stupid, pathetic, helpless man. He was never going to be set free, he was never going to leave here alive. The only reason you didn't tell him earlier was because you didn't want to hear him whine and beg the whole time, it would grow quite annoying and surely would tick your hotheaded fiancé off even more.

Turning fully to face him, your eyes glazed over the bomb set up near the middle of the room, hidden beneath a chair that was situated behind a desk. It looked small, and if you weren't looking for it or didn't know it was there, you wouldn't even know there was something so harmful in the room.

But it was deadly. Deadly enough to destroy this whole room, enough to tear it to shreds.

"Don't leave! Set me free, you promised you would!" Tearing your eyes away from the pleading man, you looked down at the ground. Trying to come to terms with what to do.

"Babe, hurry up." Sehun's voice sharply cut in through the mans whines and complains.

You knew you needed to go. The police would be here any minute if you didn't. By you couldn't just leave him here to like this to suffer. If the blast from the bomb didn't kill him, he'd probably burn alive. And that was a horrible way to go out. Sure, you were a criminal. But just because you stole and killed a few along the way who deserved it, didn't mean this poor man deserved to suffer.

Pulling the murderous weapon out of your coat pocket, you eventually looked up and aimed at his temple; his eyes quivered with fear.

"Sehun's a lot harsher than me. But, when the bomb goes off you won't want to be alive for it."

"B—Bomb?" You nodded. "It'll shred you to pieces. I'm doing you a favor."

"Doing me a favor would be letting me walk out of here a safe man." Your head shook, a slight grin crossing your lips.

"That would be one hell of a favor, wouldn't it?"

Although you felt guilty and really wanted to let him free, you know he couldn't. He wasn't to be trusted, not after he hid the keys. Right now, he'd say he wouldn't tell anyone, but down the road when the time was convenient for him, he'd cry wolf.

Cries escaped his mouth, and suddenly you didn't feel as much guilt anymore. It'd be a big weight off of your shoulders knowing you didn't have to worry about someone ratting you out. There usually were never witnesses, but on those rare occasions that there happened to be some, Sehun took care of it. He was a lot more ruthless than you, though half the time it seemed like you called the shots.

"Do you have a family?" You found yourself flatly asking, truly wondering if there were going to be people who would mourn over his death, if they would hunt you down forever, drive themselves crazy.

The mans head shook hurriedly side to side, as his eyes searched yours for any bit of empathy. You no longer held empathy for this man.

"Then I guess no one will be around to miss you."

—

[TWO YEARS AGO]

"He's not as dangerous as the others locked up. But he's manipulative and a liar." Said the guard who's name was Eunkyuk. He looked young, not your age but maybe a few years older. You wondered what landed him here. What made him want to work here with all of these dangerous criminals.

"Have you ever thought for once, maybe he's telling the truth?" Eyes staring at the tall man, he shrugged as you both continued walking down the dark hallway. Eunkyuk opened his mouth to snap, "We run into people like him daily. So no, it's never crossed my mind."

Stopping at a door you gulped. You were nervous. Scared even. You'd been warned on the car ride here on what to say and what not. Sudden movements were also something you needed to be careful of. Don't get to close; because he's swiped keys from guards, and try not to look into his eyes. Because if you do, he thinks he's got you all figured out, and by then with his distracting sweet talking urging you to speak, he usually does. At least that's what the guards explained to you in as much detail as they could.

"Am I allowed to ask what he's in here for?" The set of keys jingled beside you, but you didn't look over. You were bracing yourself for what was to come. Eunkyuk didn't answer at first, and you immediately knew that was classified information. He wasn't supposed to tell you, or maybe he was allowed too, but was saving you the disgust for whatever he was in here for.

"His sister drowned in a pool three years back." Eunkyuk mumbled, the keys already in his hand.

"How long has he been locked up?"

Eunkyuk shrugged, going to unlock the door. "Only 10 months."

"The courts tried him with child endangerment and neglect." You were becoming more like a detective with all of these questions, but truthfully, it would help you understand Sehun a lot more if you knew why he was here. "Do you think he's innocent?"

Eunkyuk's eyes pointed at you. He didn't trust you. Not fully. More so he didn't trust Sehun. "It's not really my place to say.

"You're right... sorry." The metal door opened, Eunkyuk stepping in first. At first you though Sehun would be behind the door, and sure he was, but he was also behind a set of bars. From what you could see through the gaps of the bars, he was sitting in the corner on an uncomfortable looking bed, eyes trained on an uneaten orange that he tossed in the air.

You gulped. "Don't you think this is a little much?" You asked. "I don't chose where he gets placed. If it were, he'd be dead." You just nodded at his harsh statement.

Unlocking the cell, you stepped in, turning on your heels to stare at the kind guard who escorted you. "Thank you for walking me down here. If you don't mind, I'll need privacy to speak with him."

Eunkyuk nodded, "I'll be outside if you need me."

As soon as Eunkyuk you felt somewhat less nervous. You didn't know how that made any sane, especially since you were supposed to feel safe and les nervous around trained guards. But now, Eunkyuk couldn't breathe down your neck about what you weren't supposed to do.

You needed to look in his eyes. He'd think something was up. You figured that much. Plus, you felt it was rude.

Taking a deep breathe, you turned around to face the supposed criminal who wasn't even paying you no mind; just continuing to toss the fruit in the air as if he wasn't the least bit curios as to who you were.

Eunkyuk informer you that you were the first psychologist to ever see Sehun, so he might be a little standoffish.

"Hello, I'm Y/n." Taking a seat on the cold metal chair situated in front of a metal table, you welcomed him with a warm smile; hoping he'd join you. "What's your name?" The ink colored haired man didn't answer at first, but when you opened your mouth to speak he proved he'd been paying attention the whole time.

He commented, "You already know it." He was right. You'd been informed his name as soon as you got here.

"Wouldn't it be better to introduce yourself?" You questioned, eyes trained on his lean figure.

His dark eyes rolled. "Why? When you already know my name." You shrugged, staring down at your finger nails, beginning to pick at the yellow polish. It wasn't due to nervousness — okay, maybe it was, it was a habit.

"I already know the name that goes with what the guards told me. Don't you want to tell your side?" His dark eyes flickered towards you, and his head nodded up. Finally, you could see his face, it was no longer cloaked in the dark. He was absolutely gorgeous. Like art in a museum, like a Greek God. With his capturing dark brown, almost black eyes, inky hair to match perfectly. His shoulders seemed broad from your seated position, and overall he just looked so attractive.

How had someone so handsome and good looking, ended up here? He looked like he should be on the cover of some fancy magazine with handsome and beautiful faces.

"I want to know more about you. I want to talk, but just know you can't trick me." His chuckle sent chills through your body, making your spine tingle. "That's what they all say." He whispered. "I'm different." You argued. Sehun scoffed, "You're no different than Xiajin or Jisoo."

Your eyebrows raised in confusion. Xiajin and Jisoo? You had never heard those names before.

Sitting quite uncomfortably in the somewhat chilly metal seat, you tried to think of who those people could be. They both sounded like female names, but who were they?

He picked up on your confusion, the orange dropping to his right on the thin mattress, moving to sit so he was looking at you.

"Are you not a guard?"

"No, I'm not."

"Great. So you're one of those mad scientist then." He snapped sarcastically.

"I'm not a scientist." You couldn't help but giggle at his completely off assumption. Showing him your badge clipped onto your shirt you said, "I'm a psychologist."

"Even worse." He scoffed. "I'm here to try to understand you." You mumbled gently, hoping not to say anything that would trigger him in any way.

"I don't need a therapist." Hissed your new, intriguing patient.

"Psychologist." You corrected. He eyed you with curiosity. "And maybe not, but it's part of my studies to learn about people like you; you're behavior."

"I didn't kill my sister if that's what you're getting at." Sehun's gaze casted down. "Sure, I've done things. We all have. But I would never do that."

He seemed so honest and pure about what he'd just said. After all, why would he lie now? He was already locked up. Something in you — maybe it was intuition or good guesses — but something in you knew when people were lying.

Looking up to catch his dark eyes you said, "Lets talk about that... If you don't mind."

"I've already told my story thousands of times to them. They don't care,"

"I care."

-

[PRESENT DAY]

He ended up telling you the whole store. His whole story, his family's, his life before and how he got here. At first, he was very sarcastic and seemed standoffish; like he had things on his chest but didn't necessarily want to speak on them. It was alright in your eyes though, you were here to force him to speak on things he might now want to; your job was to understand him to help better your studies.

As Sehun spoke, you learned that his sister had fallen into the lake at Sehun's parents house, and she drowned. He was there, but was on the phone and didn't hear a thing. By the time he'd gotten of of the phone, she was already gone. His arrest to say the least wasn't fair. Not one bit. They're weren't even witnesses. Sehun hadn't seen her fall in, or so he claimed, and the autopsy report came back and she had zero marks or abrasions on her body, meaning had could've of killed her because she had to of been held down.

His sisters name was Yoona, a girl he remembered who had pale skin and the darkest chocolate eyes, with the thickest black straight hair. A girl with so much joy, and then it's all be taken away from her when she slipped fell. Apparently, the criminal picked out his sisters name, he begged his parents to name his sibling who happened to be five years younger than him. He was supposed to look after the young girl, and he'd failed just once. That all it took was once.

He'd blame himself for the rest of his life. For not watching after her. For not seeing. For being so ignorant, although it wasn't intentional.

He was normal before his sister's passing. Just a normal boy, attending normal school. But months before Yoona's eath he found himself getting into trouble with some friends. They stole from a store, he'd been wrapped up in it, and ever since then he'd been stealing. He wasn't rich, but he didn't need to steal. He and Yoona has everything they ever needed, they had loving parents. He didn't come from a broken family. Stealing gave him adrenaline, made him feel cool. It was that rush of having something or doing something you knew you shouldn't. He likes the feeling. But after her death he'd changed into a person he didn't want to be.

Especially after his parents had shut him out, ashamed and scared of what he'd done; no matter how many times he pleaded that he hadn't done anything to Yoona.

At first he was someone who just wanted to talk to you. You understood him better than anyone. You actually wanted to listen to him. But that's where the romance manifested. You fell hard, fast, and first. Whereas it took Sehun a little longer. But he had fallen. Because you were someone who understood him, someone who he'd told just about everything too. The first girl he'd ever told personal things like that.

After being let out almost two years ago for good behavior, and the courts coming to the decision that since there weren't any witnesses and that Yoona didn't have any sort of marks or bruises on her body that implied she'd been held down or worse, they let him go free.

You could finally be together. And to be honest, you liked having a boyfriend who was seen or used to be seen and known as dangerous. It didn't give you a purpose, but it made you feel safe, like nobody could fuck with you. It was something different. Especially since he wasn't your patient anymore; it wouldn't be unprofessional or illegal. Something that wouldn't get you sent to jail.

Or so you thought. Because now you were a criminal on the run with an even worse criminal who used to be the main suspect in a murder investigate.

Looking back at it, you never realized how bad this way.

You've often teased Sehun that your life was much like the villains Harley and the Joker from the DC comics. But he always argued that your life together was much much more entertaining and far more different. He didn't care to evaluate on what he meant half the time, and he always said you'd figure out in due time.

And in due time, like he said, you learned the hard way.

[chanyeolssubmission]

Handsome, Talented, Silly, Funny, Daddyish, Boyfriend, and the list goes on.....

[anotherscenarioblog]

Princess, Queen  | Byun Baekhyun

genre: smut/first time!/playful

warnings: constant use of word ‘princess’

authors note: It’s been a while. :)

"You must have a dream wedding day!" Baekhyun exclaimed smiling at me, I chuckled shaking my head. "It's stupid." I said rolling my eyes playfully. Baekhyun raised his brow and looked at me. I looked down at my lap before sighing, "I read this thing online that spoke of how a little girl saw a bride on her wedding day and thought she was a princess and ever since then I dreamed of being like that, getting all dolled up and visiting an orphanage where are the little children might think I truly was a princess and maybe I could talk to them, inspire them to be whatever they could, to make sure they knew that they had no limits and that just because they didn't have a family doesn't mean all is lost" I rambled smiling fondly down. "Of course you probably think I'm stupid I mean I would never look like a princess" I trailed off sighing. 

"You look like a princess to me". I turned to look up at Baekhyun, his eyes looked at me fondly with a soft smile on his lips. "I- um." I was at a loss for words. "You always have." I bit my lip feeling my cheeks heat up. "Looked like a princess I mean" I smiled again. “Thank you”. I said softly, feeling a definite change in atmosphere. I heard him inch closer to me while he murmured softly, "Will the princess allow me to be her prince?" I looked up into his brown eyes and gave a small nod. Baekhyun leaned in closer, I looked up at him again, his hand on my cheek as he bent his head to capture my lips with his. I kissed back slowly, hesitantly. Baekhyun used his other hand to support my hip as he turned me to face him and pulled back slowly resting his forehead on mine. "My Princess". he murmured his eyes looking over my frame once before his lips came back down onto mine.

I raised my hands up, keeping them on the back of his neck and in his hair while he reached for the back of my shirt, he tapped on the fabric. I nodded giving him permission to take my top off while his lips now no longer on mine were making their way down my jaw towards my neck which he placed a small kiss to before reaching down and unbuttoning my jeans. My breath hitched when I looked into his eyes. The intensity of the common brown left me with tingles while he kissed me reassuringly. His hands went around my waist tugging my jeans off and carrying me off to properly lie on the bed. I breathed heavily while he hurriedly tugged his shirt off. I looked over his torso suddenly feeling very warm. "Like what you see?" Baekhyun smirked running his tongue over his bottom lip. I laughed rolling my eyes. "Only the best for the princess" he winked before kissing me again.

In a few more tumbles and knots of kisses and shy and playful looks, Baekhyun and I were both left completely bare and I still hadn't had the courage to look lower than his bellybutton, being as shy as I was. Baekhyun knowing this, took every opportunity to make sure there was nowhere else to look, his body would lean over mine with one arm beside my head so I couldn't turn to the side which would result in me tightly shutting my eyes closed and him bursting into fits of laughter. "Baekhyun!" I whined my hands on his shoulders. "Please" I groaned. He smiled finally giving in, he placed a quick kiss on the tip of my nose before complying. One of his hands came and held mine, intertwining our fingers while the other held himself up. "Ready?" he mumbled against my lips. I nodded. I felt him slowly push into me. My grip on his shoulders tightened as an audible gasp left my mouth. 

"So tight" I could hear Baekhyun whisper as he pushed himself further into me, I could feel myself stretch as my body became accustomed to him and I nodded telling him to go on once I adjusted. I felt him thrust once as if to check after which he picked up the pace. "Baek-ah" I moaned feeling him hit a bundle of nerves. I could almost sense his smirk and saw it too later on when I opened my eyes. Baekhyun smiled down at me, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze, not letting go. “You’re okay princess” he murmured still thrusting into me, I felt my eyes close getting lost in the pleasure.

"So good, so good" Baekhyun gasped out throwing his head back. The time passed where we panted and gasped, moaned, so consumed by each other. "I'm gonna-" Baekhyun nodded and I knew he was close too. "Come on princess" he groaned pushing himself in and out of me. I let out a loud moan, feeling myself come. I felt slightly imbalanced and unbelieving and then my focus was back on Baekhyun who kept thrusting bringing himself to the edge, he pulled out and then came on my stomach. Baekhyun let out heavy breaths as he came down from his high grinning down at me.

Baekhyun reached over to the side of the table where some tissues were kept and helped clean me up. "Sorry about that but I didn't want any little ones running around, yet." Baekhyun paused winking at me. I playfully shoved his shoulder. "Idiot." I chuckled. Baekhyun smiled chucking the tissues in the trash before climbing over me again. "So good for me" he mumbled placing a faint kiss on my cheek. I smiled turning over snuggling my face into his chest. 

"My Queen."

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My first fanfic after a long time huh? This was inspired by Perfect by Ed Sheeran. His duet with Beyonce was absolutely magnificent. Though it has nothing to do with the song it stirred up an imagine so I suppose it was worth it?

(Baek anon, I miss you.)

Love Always, 

Admin Peter Pan