#exo scnerio

“I didn’t think there were this many boxes!” Baekhyun let out a low laugh, resting his hand against the wall as he made his way down the last step. The switch clicked sharply, and a dim light revealed the space. The attic was bigger than they expected. It smelled like old wood, with a few empty shelves and dust gathered in the corners.

“It’s kinda cute,” he commented, glancing around.

You stepped in right behind him, your light footsteps contrasting with the silence of the place. The soft fabric of your dress brushed against your legs with every movement, the delicate floral pattern completely out of place in such a rustic setting.

“Cute?” you raised an eyebrow.

“I mean… it has potential.” He shrugged.

You crossed your arms, taking a better look around.

The air felt warmer than it should, heavy. No open windows, no breeze. Just the constant effort of going up and down, dragging boxes from one side to the other.

“Okay… break,” you murmured, setting a box down on the floor with a bit more force than necessary.

Baekhyun laughed, running a hand over the back of his neck. You brought your hand up to your face, brushing away a few strands of hair stuck to your skin from the humidity. The light fabric of your dress wasn’t helping much anymore, clinging slightly to your body, outlining the slow rise of heat.

He watched you for a second longer than he should have.

You let yourself drop to the floor without much ceremony, resting your hands behind you as you bent your knees, trying to catch your breath. The light fabric of your dress rode up naturally with the movement, the floral material sliding along your thighs as if you didn’t even notice.

Baekhyun ran a hand over the back of his neck, clearly trying to hold onto control that didn’t seem so steady anymore.

“You should be more careful,” he said, though it didn’t really sound like a warning.

His gaze dropped again, this time without any hurry and when it returned to you, the decision was already there, clear in the way he stepped closer.

“We’re not gonna finish unpacking this attic anytime soon,” his voice came out lower now, almost like a warning on the verge of slipping away completely.

Before you even had time to blink, Baekhyun moved in, gently tugging at your hair as he guided you down onto the  attic floor, his other hand slipping behind your head to cushion the impact.

His hand gripped your waist firmly, and his kisses turned slower, more deliberate — trailing from the edge of your ear down to your neck.

“I need to—”

You didn’t get to finish.

Baekhyun lifted your dress in one smooth motion, not saying another word — because by then, he already knew exactly what he wanted.

His hands moved to your thighs, warm and firm as he massaged and squeezed them, his long fingers pressing into your skin, grounding you in place.

“I’m gonna make you relax,” he murmured, breath uneven, voice low.

Without hesitation, he spread your legs, guiding you open — and the moment his fingers found you, a sharp breath left your lips. His touch was immediate, deliberate, paired with light, teasing pressure that made your body react before your mind could catch up.

He looked beautiful between your thighs.

Baekhyun’s long fingers moved with practiced ease, drawing out reactions you couldn’t control. The pleasure came fast, overwhelming, and it only made it worse — or better — knowing you didn’t have to hold anything back.

There was no one else.

Just the two of you, alone in the  attic of your new house.

“You’re already so wet,” he said, voice thick, almost amused.

Your hips reacted instinctively, a small movement you couldn’t stop — and he noticed immediately. The look he gave you shifted, something more challenging, more intent, as his grip tightened slightly. Every time you moved, he adjusted, keeping you right where he wanted you.

His breathing grew heavier, lips brushing against your skin between words.

“I’m not stopping…” he murmured against you, voice barely steady, “until you fall apart for me.”

Your breath caught for a second at that.

Heat rushed through your entire body, sharp and sudden. Your fingers tightened around the fabric of your dress near your chest, pulling it closer without thinking, trying to steady yourself — but it was useless with him this close, with his touch refusing to slow down.

And then he pressed deeper, more precise — finding that exact spot that made your entire body react instantly.

A louder sound slipped from your lips, impossible to hold back this time.

Your body tensed, then melted, clinging to him — to his shoulders, to the fabric, to anything — trying to keep up with the overwhelming wave building inside you.

“Baek—nngh…” you whispered against his ear, your voice breaking halfway through his name.

His hands held you tighter, more firmly now, and you felt your heart race even faster, trapped in a moment that seemed like it would never end.

It was too much — overwhelming. You couldn’t take it. You kept repeating his name like a mantra, eyes rolling back as you bit down on your lip, completely lost in the feeling. When he guided your hand and made you taste the mess left on his fingers, something in him shifted — like it only fueled him further.

“Again…” you pleaded, your voice barely steady, asking for more.

His hands moved over your body, exploring, squeezing and massaging your chest, giving equal attention to both as you gasped under his touch.

"Are you sure?" Baek asked, and you nodded in agreement. He aimed for your G-spot, pinching your nipples to make sure you were feeling pleasure.

Baek chuckled softly at your twisted words. Still with that provocative little laugh, he lowered himself once more, diving in to lick your clitoris and thrusting with great desire, making your feet twitch.

He was between your legs, so close that his breath made your skin crawl. The loose hem of your dress, made of light and soft fabric, fell around him, covering your head like a small refuge. The heat in your stomach became unbearable, and every time he noticed, he paused for a moment and looked at you, intentionally.

Finally, with your second orgasm, he licked you clean, all you could do was squeeze your arms tightly, causing your feet to contract. You were a little confused, trying to focus on him afterward, but ignoring how your muscles felt after that impact. “Wow…”

You turned your face toward him, a tired smile slowly appearing. “Wow, really.” For a few seconds, neither of you moved. You just stood there, feeling your own bodies slow down, the heat still present, but no longer suffocating as before.

Baekhyun looked at you again—this time with something much softer in his gaze. He reached out, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, the touch now calm, almost too careful for everything that had just happened.

“Are you okay?” he murmured. You nodded, still a little lost in the sensation. “I am..” He gave a small, satisfied smile, and then let his body fall to the floor beside you, letting out a long sigh.

Silence returned for a moment. Until he turned his head, looking directly at the stacked boxes around him.

“This can wait.”

You chuckled softly, turning your face to look at him: “Definitely.” Baekhyun let out another laugh, this time lighter, and closed his eyes for a moment, still lying on the attic floor. The new house could wait