#byun baek

[miabbh]

Princess Skin 💈

husband!Baekhyun x reader

Synopsis: that your husband is a starved man when the matter is you, nothing new; sometimes, though, you need to remind him that you have a princess skin and it's sensitive & he needs to shave. it's okay to dely his morning banquet, you try to tell him; it actually is, he conforms, you're there to help.

Genre: playfull banter, slice of life, quite ⚠⚠ explicit smut ⚠⚠ (oral sex–fem!receiving) | ~2,5k words

A low, hoarse sigh escapes Baekhyun's lips, resonating from deep within his chest, filling the quiet intimacy of the bathroom. The sound lingers, blending into the golden warmth of the wall lights as you gently tilt his head to the side. 

He obeys without hesitation, his eyes fluttering shut, his hands resting firmly on your thighs. His grip is steady, grounding, hungry, fingers curling slightly over the hem of your oversized T-shirt—the one he used to wear but now lives permanently on your side of the wardrobe and makes a familiar sense of pride burn on his chest.

With careful precision, you trace the line of his jaw with the razor, your movement slow and deliberate as the white layer disappears to give way to his beautiful skin tone. His skin is warm beneath your touch, and the faint scratch of stubble yields easily to the blade in a dry sound.

You focus, the rhythm of the task drawing you in so you don't cut him. Or at least, you try. Maybe, you do focus—on the closeness of his body, his breath soft against your wrist, the way the tips of his fingers play with your skin, that threatens to distract you.

You take the blade to the basin full of water on your left, leaving the foam and the so short dark hairs floating in it. You can feel his eyes on you, following each movement with his gaze as your breasts gently sway beneath the fabric. The height difference is not significant, even with you sitting on the counter, but your gaze is slightly above his as you side eye him, arched eyebrow. 

Those dark brown chocolate eyes melt slowly as a smirk grows on his lips, the fire beneath them burning slow, low and that oh so well pretended good behavior of his...

It had all started that morning, not long before this moment, when you were stirred awake by the faint, bristling sensation of his stubble against your neck. The warmth of him pressed against your back was the first thing you registered—the solid weight of his chest rising and falling in the slightly accelerated rhythm you've learned to know too well the meaning. Half-asleep, you instinctively raised a hand to his face, your fingers brushing over the rough texture of his unshaven jaw hidden in the tangle of your hair.

A warm kiss pressed against your neck, right where the steady pulse of blood thrummed beneath your skin. His lips lingered, soft yet deliberate, coaxing your breath to hitch as the warmth of his mouth sent a gentle shiver cascading down your spine.

The sheets rustled as he shifted beside you before the soft moan leave your lips fully, the faint weight of them pulling away leaving you more exposed to the cool morning air.

You stirred, your body half-claimed by sleep, yet acutely aware of him. His hand slid along your thigh, the touch slow and unhurried, a silent request you couldn't deny. The mattress dipped slightly under his weight as he repositioned himself between your thighs, his movements purposeful but tender. Fingers brushed against the fabric of your shirt, the hem riding higher with every inch he claimed until his right hand cupped your breast, squeezing it with the whole palm.

Your back arched against the touch as you looked for a more comfortable position, already feeling a pleasant tingling in your stomach, your breathing quickening in anticipation, too drowned to him, to his touch, to all the things you knew he was caplable of doing and still surprised you every single time.

Your mind, intoxicated by expectation and not fully awakened sleep, took a while to register the muffled words coming from under the sheets. Before you could think to ask, the pressure from your panties on your hip bone as he pulled them to the side made you close your eyes again.

The tips of his fingers moved ever so slightly over your already wet clit, a gasp getting stuck in your throat. You could already imagine it—his face focused, his eyes wide and bright as he licked his soft pink lips, preparing to devour a feast. And oh my- you loved seeing him so hopelessly starved of you first thing in the morning.

You fought the instinct to close your legs when his index and middle finger slid between yours wet folds, caught by his teasing. Although, the soft satisfied sound that left your lips quickly turned into one of frustration, his fingers no longer touching you, the stubborn elastic of your panties covering your clit again.

The soft light from the room illuminated his face as you lifted the sheets, peeking at him. A wave of heat burned your cheeks as you caught him with both fingers on his mouth, lingering just against the tip of his tongue as he looked up at you.

Any complaint has left your being. You left him be, laying back down, his image stuck in the back of your mind.

But then you felt it—the rough scrape of his stubble, this time against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. The contrast was exquisite, a deliberate tease that made your breath catch in your throat.

"Baby…" you murmured, blindly grabbing his hair as a shiver runned down your spine on a not-so-satisfying feeling.

He didn't seem to listen, his touch unrelenting yet gentle, his hands steady as they coaxed your legs further apart as his lips met your warmth, sucking it gently. A soft, low hum came from him, a sound that vibrated against your skin, reverberating through you.

You held back a melodic ah as the kisses and hickeys spread your leaking wetness, his teeth too teasing you, parted only enough to let the warm breaths of air chill you a little more.

You knew he had lost the patience to wait when both hands grabbed you, one by your thigh and the other by the curve of your butt, holding your panties with the thumb right before his tongue sinfuly make its way from your entrance up to the clit.

The sensation had you shivering, the brown strands intertwined tightly around your fingers. But then, a burning sensation took over.

"Baek..." a slight frown wrinkle your forehead as you spoke. "You're scratching me."

He paused for a moment, just long enough to let the anticipation build, his warm breath fanning over your exposed skin. 

"You’re really making me stop to go shave?" he murmured from beneath the sheets, the rough edge of his stubble grazing your inner thigh again as be leaned on the elbows.

You tilted your head back against the pillow, your voice barely steady as you tried to pull your leg away.

"You already know my opinion on that."

You could feel him smirking against your skin, pressing another lingering kiss just above your knee. 

"If I even grow a beard someday, will you keep me away from you sweet pussy for at least three weeks 'til it's longer enough not to sting?" he teased, his hands sliding further up your leg, his touch igniting sparks which were all concentrated between your legs.

You tried to form a witty reply, the warmth of his breath and the deliberate hoarse words against your bare skin making it impossible to think clearly for a few seconds.

"Most likely." you managed to say, the mental image of a Baekhyun with a beard being difficult to conceive.

Baekhyun let go of your thighs, the warm sigh—more like a laugh—that left his mouth got you weak, and for a moment you almost pulled him back to you.

Reappearing from under the sheets scratching his chin, he looked at you. His lips found their way to yours, his whole body weighing you down against the mattress.

You could feel your taste on him, the growing hardness in his pyjama's pants pressing against you.

"Wanna help me?" he whispered, his voice low, thick with that sweet, convincing manipulation he wielded so well. His gaze moved down from your eyes to your lips, down to your neck—his thumb running through your clavicles. "Can't have my breakfast getting cold while waiting for me…"

And that is how you ended up here—perched on the counter, your legs parted to frame him as he stands between them. His gaze follows your every movement, dark and unwavering, as you dip the razor into the basin and wipe it clean on the towel. 

The room is quiet save for the faint sound of water droplets and the soft scrape of metal as you carefully slid the blade down the line of his throat. His pulse steady, though the faint rise and fall of his chest betrays a quiet anticipation.

His adam's apple shifts, slow and deliberate, as he swallows under your careful touch.

You pause for a moment, your thumb brushing over the smooth skin you’d left in the razor's wake. His eyes flick up to meet yours, holding you there with a look that is equal parts trust and something deeper—something raw, burning hot and leaving you nervous.

The corner of his mouth tug upward in a slow, lazy smile. 

"You like this, don’t you?" he teases, his voice soft, playful.

"You seem to be enjoying it more than me." you murmur, and his hands tighten ever so slightly on your thighs, moving further.

You roll your eyes, though the warmth creeping up your neck betrays your pretended annoyance. Carefully, you tilt his chin higher, exposing more of his neck, your fingers brushing against the sharp edge of his jaw. The moment is intoxicating, the intimacy—his surrender, your sense of control, the quiet tension crackling between you like static electricity.

You can feel the tiny, slippery puddle forming in the marble under you, your panties—left somewhere you'll probably only find out after you get back from work— no longer being a protective barrier.

"You know…." he says, his voice low and gravelly. "...we could make of this a routine; I let my beard grow a little more than usual, you get all upset and bossy because I scratch your princess skin, and you get to see my face up this close while I-" he slides his thumb over your wetness, making you pull the blade away. A smirk grows on his face. "-til her royal highness authorize the presence of my mouth between her legs again. Huh? What do you say? Good deal?"

You sigh, spreading your legs slightly more. You try to disguise it, wiping the razor clean again, but the gaze is mischief enough for you to know you got caught.

It's not like he's in a place to speak: you could literally see the entire outline of his dick against the pants, his shoulders tense in an anticipation that you know too well. He's as needy as you, but his patience begins to inhibit itself—something you grow used to for good and for bad since he returned from the military.

"Stay still. I'm not done yet." Your eyes flicked back up to his, locking onto the dark intensity there.

A single line of shaving cream remained, stretching from his chin to the base of his neck, and you couldn't help but let your lips curl into a faint, teasing smile.

"My only intention is not to get all scratched up." you add, your voice light with a hint of mischief. 

His smirk was slow, deliberate, and maddeningly confident. His falsely shy fingers slide into your folds with a mix of restraint and indulgence that, he knows, leaves you aching for more. Looking into your eyes, he slowly curls them up against your sensitive walls.

"I think we both know you don't mind a little scratch." he says, his voice dropping just enough to send a shiver up your spine.

You shift on the counter, your buttock slipping on the cold marble due to that messy puddle you forgot about. Baekhyun grabs your hip with the free hand, steadying you in place.

"Eager, baby?" he teases.

You narrow your eyes at him, looking down at his left hand under your shirt. With a silently warning—to which he responds with a firmer grip the stillness of his fingers and hiding the lower lip, stretching the chin skin—you take the razor's next glide, slow and steady along the smooth curve of it.

"Keep talking and I might 'accidentally' nick you." you warn him, though the way your thumb lightly brushes him betrays the care you are taking, trying not to squeeze his fingers, sinking them deeper.

His Adam's apple bobbed again as he swallowed, the movement deliberate.

"I'm not worried." he replies as the blade leaves his skin as you make him tilt the head back again to light, checking your work. His tone a mix of trust and something more playful. "You'd never risk ruining your masterpiece."

You snort softly, dipping the razor back into the water and wiping it clean on the towel. 

"Such confidence in me." you mutter, shaking your head, trying to deny the warmth curling low in your stomach at the way his gaze hadn't left you for a second. Only the grip of his on you is keeping you from moving by now.

He leans in slightly, just enough for the edge of his stubble to graze your wrist as you adjust his chin again. 

"Confidence, or just faith in you?" his voice a low rumble seems to vibrate through the small space between you. He digs his fingers into you, his thumb finding the pressure point just above your clit and moving in small circles. "You're my beloved wife, aren't you? So committed to keeping me in line... or at least keeping me smooth."

You pause, the razor held just above his skin, your breath catching as you close your eyes. For a moment, neither of you move, the air between you thick and warm.

"Baek..." His nickname falls from your lips in a barely audible whisper, the sound trembling in the quiet space. Your eyes flicker upward, struggling to meet his intense gaze as you steel yourself. "Lemme finish this and I'm all yours."

Baekhyun smirks, the curve of his lips both wicked and knowing. He shifts slightly, the smallest movement sending his thumb grazing over your clit—just enough to steal your breath and make you falter. Then, just as quickly, he pulls away, leaving a warmth that lingers long after his touch is gone.

"Go ahead." he murmurs, his tone laced with amusement.

And then, with deliberate care, you resume your work, the corner of your lips lifting ever so slightly.

"Not an easy job, to keep you smooth." you put down the blade, holding up the towel to clean his skin of any remaining cream and opening the moisturizing cream bottle. You apply a gentle layer of it on his skin, proud of your job, but it's quickly forgotten. "And it's probably over now…"

He grins.

"Of course it is." he leans against you again, his lips moving against yours as your hips are grabbed against his with a fast movement, taking you away from the counter. Your legs instinctively intertwine around his hips, you hands finding home on the back of his neck and hair.

The sensation is maddening, his lips finding their way downward, planting feather-light kisses along the curve of your neck, each one slow and deliberate, leaving a trail of warmth and want in their wake.

"Let me have my sweet treat now." he murmurs before making his way to the bed, sinking you into the pillows and crumpled sheets.

His body towers over yours, his broad shoulders pressing on your thighs open. His lips meet your stomach in a slow pace, his tongue pressing against your skin before sinking into your pussy again.

You glance down, your breath hitching as your eyes meet his—hungry, desperate, and unwavering. His starved gaze locks onto yours, the raw intensity in his expression sending a wave of heat coursing through your body.

The sounds of his tongue and lips working against you fill the room, unrestrained and unapologetic, echoing through the space with an intimacy that makes you see stars for a moment.

A moan escapes your lips, drawn out by the relentless rhythm of his movements. The sound seems to affect him too, and he answers with a low groan of his own, muffled against you as his hips press into the mattress beneath him. The sheets rustle under his weight, his movements restless, insatiable.

Your hand finds its way to his hair, tangling in the dark strands as his name falls from your lips in a breathless cry. He doesn't stop, doesn't falter; if anything, your touch spurs him further, his focus entirely on you, on this, on the unspoken connection binding you together, and on the way he seems go never get enough of you.

His hands roam over your skin, your thighs, your hips, your waist. His touch is almost frantic, fingers digging in as though he's anchoring himself, or perhaps losing control altogether.

You catch the faint glimmer of tears pooling in the corners of his eyes, his pupils blown wide with lust, his face flushed and utterly consumed by the moment. And oh... you're thankful you're also a pillow princess.

[baekhyunnybyun]

Baekhyun — 【Essence of Reverie - The 5th Mini Album】 Reverie Ver. Concept Photo 4

[webwoodz]

[loeynely]

— corações em preto e branco ⭑ sehun e baekhyun (exo)

⌕ pedido pessoal (cybercut) ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ𓆝

✧ em caso de inspiração, dê os créditos

[baekhyunsbestie]

omg lisaaa thots on fwb!baek pls!!!!!

omgggggg fwb!baek is a fave of mine for sure 😭😭😭😭

i picture it starts with that effortless connection. the kind of friendship that feels like it’s always been, easy and natural, like breathing in sync. but then, almost without notice, the boundaries begin to soften. your thighs brush against each other on the couch, not out of necessity, but because neither of you pulls away, the space between you shrinking as if it was destined to. his hands? they find their way to your waist more often, casual touches that feel like muscle memory, as though they’ve always known where to rest. and your fingers? they slip into his hair, curling at the nape, absently tracing the strands, as if they’ve always belonged there. when your friends tease him about it, he just laughs it off, shrugging it off as being simply touchy people—maybe a little more so with each other—because, after all, you’re best friends. it feels so natural, like it’s been this way from the very start.

anyway, baekhyun isn’t the best at understanding his own feelings. he can’t quite grasp why his stomach flips when your laughter echoes in the room, or why his skin seems to hum with warmth when he catches sight of you bending over, unaware of the weight of his gaze.

it’s all foreign to him, this pull between you. he doesn’t know how to name it, doesn’t know what to do with the way you’ve slowly, quietly woven yourself into the very fabric of his life.

but it's when his lips meet yours for the first time that the weight of everything hits him like a tidal wave. he's in love with you. he realizes he's been falling for you, maybe since the very beginning, with every shared laugh, every lingering glance, every moment that felt like it was just yours and his.

and when he sinks into the tight, heat of you just minutes later, the truth brands itself into him with searing clarity: he's absolutely, irreversibly fucked.

not that he even cares.

not one bit.

and when he’s buried deep inside you, your sweet, breathless moans filling the air, every sensation becomes a drug. the way your soft lips and delicate fingers trail over his skin, the tight embrace of your legs locked around his waist, and the way your warm, gummy walls squeeze and milk around his thick cock—it’s utterly overwhelming. it’s pure, unfiltered fucking euphoria. nothing he’s ever known even brushes the edges of this feeling, and he’s drowning in it, utterly helpless. pussydrunk doesn’t begin to cover it; he’s utterly consumed by you, intoxicated in a way that no amount of logic or reason could pull him from. if this is all you’ll ever let him have—just fleeting moments as fwb—he’ll take it, no questions asked. as long as he can lose himself between your thighs, as long as you’ll let him worship you like this, nothing else in the world could ever matter.

god, he's pathetic.

he can't tell you all of this, though. he shouldn't. it'd make everything messy, complicated—maybe even unbearable. he can't risk losing you, his best friend, the person who anchors him in ways no one else ever has. so instead, he pours every unspoken word, every forbidden emotion, into the way he touches you, the way he fucks you. he shows you he loves you like he's meant to, like his body was designed to fit yours and yours his.

he knows you might not feel the same, might not see him the way he sees you. and yet, it doesn’t matter—not right now. as long as he gets to love you like this, even in silence, even without promises, it’s enough.

your feelings will catch up to his eventually... won’t they? they have to.

they just have to.

[livismoking]

⠀⠀⠀⠀𝔈𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔶, 𝔶𝔢𝔞𝔥, 𝔩𝔢𝔱’𝔰 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔦𝔱 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔡, 𝔶𝔢𝔞𝔥

⠀⠀𝔐𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔶, 𝔶𝔢𝔞𝔥, 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 (𝔬𝔬𝔥, 𝔬𝔬𝔥)

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ᝰ.ᐟ ⠀⠀⠀ ☆ ⠀⠀⠀ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

[hoe-shii]

I am in desperate need for Misaeng: Incomplete life fanfics 😭

There are literally none at all 😔 so if there are any writers out there that are bored and have no idea what to write, here is a recommendation (I'm begging you actually), especially if it's Han Seok Yul, Kang Hae-joon or Jang Baek-ki 🧎🏼‍♀️🛐

[userbbh]

[SCAN] 'hello, world' musicplant fansign photocards (1,2,3,4)

[marshmellobunny64]

🩸🧛🩸

[frrstluv]

cityscape.archive

[monwillica]

Happy Baekhyun Day 😘

[baekhyunlooks]

[e9g7videos]

Chen, Baekhyun and Xiumin

[prbni]

I know these are the top 2 couples of Korean Romcom scene 2024:

But this couple seems to be criminally underrated

[jaennie]

BAEKHYUN 'CREAM SODA' 2

[miabbh]

Very very long (it's not that long) and annoying and omg I'm so emotional and I just spoke my mind so it took me almost three hours to read this all but it's so worth it please-

I just read ── ❝ truth be told ❞ 🐰!! by @baekhyunsbestie and I wanna talk about it

cut for the sake of scrolling (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

you often found yourself wondering if she was a gift straight from the universe, a little piece of heaven sent just for you. every smile she gave, every tight hug, every soft ‘i love you, mommy’ felt like proof that you were the luckiest soul alive.

My first tear fell here.

the thought of it—of him finding out, of him knowing you’d kept her from him, hidden this piece of him, this precious life from him—it twisted something deep inside you. it made your chest tighten, your thoughts spiral. the guilt, the shame—it felt like a constant ache, one that only grew the more you thought about it.

Here, I had to stop for five minutes.

he was a dreamer. he’d mapped it all out in his head—two girls, two boys. his perfect little quartet. the oldest, a girl, to set the tone, to be the leader of the pack. then a boy to balance things out, another boy to roughhouse and make the middle feel less lonely, and finally, the baby of the family, a girl to soften the edges of the chaos. he laughed at the improbability of it all, at how life doesn’t work like that, but he loved dreaming about it anyway.  

When I read this I thought about sending you a DM to ask if this is your plan to make me drink more water, and that this is not how you are going to convince me to do so.

you imagined his reaction: the sharp edge of his disappointment, the rawness of his hurt, the anger that would burn in his chest. he’d ask you why—why did you wait? why did you let so much time pass? and you’d have no answer, nothing that could make it right.  

And then that feeling of angst already And then that feeling of angst already leaves the heart numb. Love it love it love it!!!!!!!! But auch-

she was his.  

I'm a big fan of big sentences. I really love it because it’s a bundle of thoughts. But it's always these shorter, isolated ones that rip my heart out. This one, in this case, made me gasp. I'm in tears, Lisa! Why are you doing this to me????!!!!

you saw it then—the man he was before, the one you fell for, unchanged and yet altered by time and pain.  

his gaze didn’t leave you, like he was trying to unravel the walls you’d so carefully built around yourself. there was a quiet intensity in his eyes, as if he was searching for something buried deep within you. the space between you both thickened, heavy with unspoken words. it felt suffocating, like the air was being stolen from your lungs. this was it. the moment that would change everything.

Can someone hit me to see if I wake up? Lisa, I can picture the scenes so well and his look and his actions and Minji being so cute and still the hella elephant in the room who is keeping company with the giraffe! I was going to write this later but I had to go back and write it now and I'm not editing anything so you're going to get a raw and dramatic reaction from me. I wanna punch someone please if this was a book I would already want to tear off the pages and stick them on my forehead.

his voice was calm, but his eyes—those eyes—told a different story. they flickered with something raw, something desperate, like a storm fighting its way to the surface.

Up until now I thought I could hold on a little longer without crying because, hey, they've at least seen each other! But then you just ↓

you looked back up, and his gaze met yours—quiet, intense, full of unspoken things. without a word, he nodded toward the paper, his voice steady but laced with something fragile, something that didn’t quite fit with the man you knew. "that's my number, bun. just in case you're running late or something."

Don't dont dont dont bun me!!! Or her!!!! US!!!!!!!!! DON'T 😭😭😭😭 ah my heart pqp

“i’m engaged,” he blurted, the words sharp and sudden, like a slap to the face. 

Caramba Lisa, there was no need for that. What a puch in my heart—truly, it wasn't a metaphor. I know I asked for someone to hit me but it wasn't like that! Ah the angst I love it but I can barely breath. And I was so shocked that my mind projected something like "you saw the ring on his finger" and I was so lost as I could barely find this passage anywhere. I'm- you're tearing my heart apart, Lisa. Hope you know that.

his voice sliced through your words, thick with disbelief, tremoring as if he couldn’t comprehend what you were saying. "are you... are you serious right now? you’d leave? again? how is that supposed to fix anything? did you not think i wanted her? wanted you? we’ve talked about this, bun... you knew what it meant for me to be a dad."

No okay Baekhyun you're asking for it engaged and still 'bun bun' her? You explain yourself man!

he shook his head, a soft, bitter laugh escaping him before he quickly suppressed it. his voice faltered, the nickname slipping out before he even realized it. “don’t worry about that, bun—” he stopped mid-sentence, the word tasting strange and wrong on his tongue after your mention of his fiancée. it was as if, in that moment, he’d completely forgotten about her. he cleared his throat, trying to steady himself. “i mean… just let me handle that. but for now... please, promise me you won’t disappear again. promise me you won’t take her away from me. i’m begging you... let me in. i feel like you owe me that much.”

Ah 😀! Okay. Got it. Gotta punch you, Baek. The fuck you're doing man?

I'm not okay.

“look,” baekhyun began, his voice softer now, tinged with something you couldn’t place. “i never thought i’d hear from you again. and now you just—pop back into my life, on a random friday, with a daughter i had no idea about. i’m sorry if you’re upset that there’s someone else in my life. but please... don’t punish me for finding myself again after you completely destroyed me.”

I'm not okay part. 2 because I'm trying again. Lisa why are you so right with the words, huh? Can you like- no keep doing as it is but ah my heart is in pieces and need a break (I'll keep going).

"drink up," he said, flicking a finger gently under your chin to tilt your head up, a playful glint in his eyes. "don’t need you passing out on me from dehydration."  

I'll take this as an advice for myself after all this part.

before you could say another word, he turned, walking briskly toward his car. his steps were measured, his pride refusing to let him break into a full-on sprint, even as his heart hammered like a war drum. every step felt heavier than the last, the weight of his lie and your confusion pressing down on him like a vice.

This, this is a masterpiece. I'll print this and place it on my wardrobe. I'm telling you. This and some other inflated ego and pride/anger/self-destructive examples that make me hold my breath as I read. You know when you get an adrenaline rush when you see/read things like that? What a thrill I felt. Kinda shaky as we speak, btw.

after a few more park playdates, you invited baekhyun over for dinner. when he arrived, he held two bouquets—one vibrant and blooming for you, and a smaller, delicate arrangement for minji.  

Receiving flowers is a weakness of mine. Give me flowers and I'll do anything. I'll probably cry too, non-ironically. Where is the habit of giving flowers? No one gives bouquets anymore. My father also used to bring a bouquet for my mother and a smaller floral arrangement for me on special ocasions or just because, as he works with that. Maybe that's why it has such a special place in my heart. It's been at least ten years since this last happened... And then see Baek doing that... Man, your daughter won't accept less than that and you're so right. Omg I'm so emotional

“hey,” he said softly, his voice pulling you out of your spiral. “what matters is now. and the future. i trust you, and i know you won’t keep her from me again. i’ve forgiven you... but maybe it’s time you forgave yourself.”  

he settles into the chair beside you, close enough that you can feel the faint warmth radiating from him. you sip your wine, trying to steady yourself, before speaking. “so... have you and soo talked about setting up a time to meet her?”  

'close enough that you can feel the faint warmth radiating from him'. I never really believed in this until I felt it. Lord, someone save me from this mental image of a broad-shouldered Baekhyun sitting next to me with his body heat being emanated to me please??? I'm not okay now because this man is all good in real life but in this scenario I'm slightly more... surrendered....

Lisa what kind of magic are you doing making me hear his voice everytime he speaks because I'm telling you I'm shocked myself I can see it as a movie right in front of my eyes almost literally.

his eyes searched yours, hesitant but resolute, as if willing you to see the truth in his gaze. when he spoke again, his voice softened, carrying a weight that made your breath hitch. “and the more time i spent with you both... the more i realized you’re what i want. you and minji. you’re what i really want in my life.”  

See? This is what I mean when I say english is tricky. You as her or you as them? Yeah yeah, english, you know why you have the bestest slow burns??? Because you are so deceiving it's Impossible not to misunderstand!!!!!!! Ah someone help me I'm losing my mind please kiss each other I can't 😭😭

his hands twitched at his sides, desperate to reach for you, to touch, to hold, to pull you close enough to feel the warmth of your body against his. the temptation was staggering, nearly unbearable. his mind flickered with flashes of all the ways he wanted you—how it would feel to bury his face in your neck, to whisper promises against your skin, to hear you say his name like you used to.

baekhyun’s lips curved into a playful smirk. “spoiled?” he echoed, leaning in just slightly, enough for his voice to drop a fraction, rich and smooth. “c’mon, bun, i’m sure you remember what me spoiling you really looks like.”

I was silent the whole time because it took me a while to process that first you made me cry and now I'm the one who's blushing, but wow. I mean- please kiss each other please. Slow burn but it's catching fire to the intire room so please I- Lisaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and then, he kissed you.

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"i love you, bun," he whispered, his voice soft yet heavy with meaning, a tremor of raw emotion in every word. his gaze, unwavering and intense, locked onto yours, as if he could reach inside you with just a look. his lips brushed yours, so lightly it almost felt like a delicate promise. "i... i don’t think i ever stopped."

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“fuck,” he groaned, his voice thick with hunger. “ya sure about this, bun?” each syllable a desperate plea as his restraint teetered dangerously close to breaking.

DON'T "YA" AND "BUN" ME ON THE SAME SENTENSE MAN! WHAT????!!!!!!

Lisa let's talk. You have to be more careful with the words because the way you put them together makes me want to eat the letters you put together. This doesn't work. It's just that you writing like that and Baekhyun being Baekhyun so beautiful and perfect and hot as fuck in my mind is not good for my heart. Lisa.

his lips curled into that signature, boyish grin that had always undone you, a glint of mischief dancing in his darkened eyes. 

I can picture him I wanna cry and I can't this is too much for me please someone get me a Baekhyun too please I need it please Lisa how do you write do envolving after midnight after bedtime sceneeeeeeeeeeees????!!!!!!!!!!

“hah—baek,” you whine, your voice trembling as you fully surrender to him. your body rocks helplessly in rhythm with his relentless thrusts, his cock plunging so deep it leaves you gasping. “s-so deep—hngh… can feel you here—” your hand snakes down, guiding his to press against your stomach, right where the swollen head of his cock is relentlessly hitting that devastatingly sweet spot.

HELLO????!!!! For illustrative purposes, I have the shocked face of a conservative lady who has just discovered what is good in life. I'm- wow Lisa that detail. Omg I have no words almost literally. That was super sensual lemme tell you my ace self is asking if we can make a deal and read this everytime we come to think there's no way sex cant be pretty.

your heart clenches painfully, his vulnerability cutting straight through you like a blade. his body trembles against yours, every inch of him straining to keep you close, to pour everything he feels into the spaces between you. your fingers find their way into his hair, threading through the damp strands as you tug gently, coaxing him to meet your gaze.

And then emotional, deep into sad/angstie emotions???? This is a masterpiece Lisa, this moment is just so right in place and the moment and the tension and the moment again and the timing and them 😩😭 Omg this is perfection

And, innocent and intoxicated that I was with all this, I thought I would feel my heart tight again. But you said 'no no' ↓

he nods, his gaze falling to his hands, which rest loosely in his lap. “yeah,” he says, the word heavy with a weight he’s carried for longer than you probably realize. “i always knew your heart was still with him. filled with him. i thought that maybe, over time, with me… and nari… we—i—would fill it instead.” his voice cracks slightly, and he clears his throat, forcing himself to go on. “but then he came along. and even then, i was still foolish enough to believe i had a chance.”

Omg Channie 😭😭 Noooo Channie please someone I- he was so kind all the time but now he's so straight to the point I feel proud of him but at the same time it hurts like hell because he's still soo sweet and not showing if he's upset nor anything I'm- Auch

a beat passed, and then her face lit up with a smile that could rival the sun. “so... does this mean i can call you daddy?”  

baekhyun laughed, his voice shaky but filled with relief. “only if you want to, bunny.”  

There's an eye in my tears.

So, dear Lisa...

Is it necessary to say that I loved it? Never feel scared about the fact that it will take longer and be longer and different from your usual writing. This is soooooo good really I wanna print it 😭😭

The angst, but they meet quick so it's not dull; reconciliation, but it is quite balanced so it's not forced or weird; the slow burn that is slow yeah but it's burninggggggggggggg AHHHHHHHHHHH

And then all about Chanyeol and the kids and I loved Minji with all of my heart and I'm still surprised about what I told you like- wow. Not that it's a unsual name but the coincidence!!!!!!!

You're one of my fave writers and now I just love you a a (big huge enormous) bit more 🩷

Lisa, you did amazing!