"Baek, I can't understand you when you mumble things." You state softly, depositing your book on his head gently. He groans, vibrating your leg, the condensation of his warm breath caused your jeans to slightly adhere to your thigh. He hoists his head up, forcing the book away, draping his head on your chest watching you coyly.
"You know what I want." He said, you set your book down on the coffee table and shuffled against the couch growing comfortable.
"No, No I really don't," You said once more, he de-laced your shirt with his teeth and you stared un-impressed.
"Baekhyun, Babe, get off, it's hot," You whined, he pressed a gentle kiss to your sternum, shifting his head down.
"But, Y/n" he muttered into your skin, "I really, need you to comprehend what I'm talking about." You scoffed slightly.
"Then use your vocabulary bimbo." You pestered, you gasped when he clamped down on the top of your breast hard.
"Ow, you ass." You fuss, tugging fingers through his silky hair. His hands ironed down the sides of your shirt and slipped below, creeping the velvety fabric up and over your head, casting it to the floor gently.
"wow!" He omits, staring at your chest.
"It's not like you haven't seen my chest before stop acting like that." You say softly bumping his thigh with your hip.
"Can't I acknowledge my girlfriend's assets before I fuck her foolish?" He inquires, you mount an eyebrow, observing as his eyes trace over your body, almost as if he was engraving the image of you into his brain.
"No, No you cannot." You whisper scarcely audible in the still room. Your heart was in your throat, thrumming in your ears as his icy fingers danced across your stomach, chills peppering the path his fingers swirled on. He leaned towards your face, brushing his lips across yours.
"I do what I want, Y/n, you should know this by now." He stated, pressing his lips roughly against yours. His pearly white teeth clacking against yours slightly, only for him to correct by pulling from you.
"I think I was a little too eager." He laughed, you shook your head and smiled at him
"I think I lost a tooth." Baekhyun smiled, leaning in kissing you softly, mumbling an apology shortly after. His lips were soft, like clouds. His plush lips pulled from your lips moments after, a string of saliva connecting you both for a moment longer.
"Ewe," You groaned, he bucked his hips into yours, your eyes rolled, elbowing him in the rib.
"What do you mean ewe." He huffed teeth clamping down on your jaw.
"Don't be mean, I am just trying to pleasure you brat." He grumbled once more, running his hands up your stomach and behind your back to unclasp your bra. You stared at him and pushed him from you.
"Yah!" He growled pressing himself against you, "I'm not in the mood for games, I want you now," authority dripped from his voice a small smile spread across your face as his mouth made it's way to your stomach. His hands roamed over your chest, thumbs caressing your nipples gently. It sent shivers down your spine. You let out a small sigh, and brush your fingers through his hair.
"God your skin is so beautiful, so soft and the colour, I love the colour. I could just melt into it," He mumbled to himself, your face flushed at his near silent words and you smiled softly, pulling his chin up towards you planting a kiss on his plush lips.
"You're disgustingly cheesy today, are you going to be that lonely while I'm away?" You question softly, catching a wondering hand of his, linking your finger with his.
"I haven't gone a month without you before." He mumbled softly, he looked up from your jeans, placing a small kiss above your waistline. You took your free hand and ran it through his brown hair.
"Byun," You coo, his head drops at your tone.
"I just want to have you while I can." He states, his breath fanning across your lower abdomen. You sigh softly, bringing his hand to your mouth, pressing a gentle kiss to his hand.
"Do as you wish." You mumble softly, you let go of his hand and he slipped off your jeans tossing them to the floor. His hand ran down your smooth legs, admiring the faded scars from your childhood. You got most from roughhousing with your siblings or friends, he can't remember which. He pulls you closer to him, his sweatpants hung low on his waist, if you think hard enough you might remember them as his college mates; Chanyeol's or Sehun's. You're never sure with Baek.
He slips the sweats off him and tosses them to the floor next to your clothes. He stares at you for several seconds before a smile spreads across his face.
"Remind me, next time we go see your Mum, I thank her for having you." You smile at him warmly, he squeezes your side gently as he pulls your underwear from your legs.
"God, you're really too much to handle sometimes, Baek." You say softly, brushing a loose strand of hair from your face. He slips his briefs off and smiles.
"You're one to talk." he scoffs, he leans forward, taking his hand and lining himself up with your entrance. He shimmies himself in a bit, before leaning up towards you and taking your hand in his. His other hand rests on your waist and yours rests on his shoulder. He takes notice of the position and chuckles.
"It's like we're getting ready to dance." He snorts, you scoff slightly, he pushes into you with ease, and you laugh again.
"You're so peculiar." He smiles wide, eyes crinkling and sparkling as he thrust into you.
"You've told me every day for the last 5 years." His pace quickens as you smile at the fond memories. You love him you do, and you have since the day you accidentally bumped the university library table, knocking his coffee over onto his 12-page report.
"Have you decided if you're going to forgive me for that Essay debacle?" You pant, sweat dripping from your forehead, his eyes were hard and concentrated when he looked into your own.
"I've been thinking," He grunted softly watching as you came undone from beneath him, "That is you were to say yes to this question I've been wanting to ask, for quite some time, mind you." He murmured, gasping for air as he made his way to his own release.
"That you'd forgive me?" You questioned, he barely nodded, but the point was there. His unasked question hung in the air, as his skin smacked against yours. He groaned and fell on you, he sat for a moment catching his breath before pulling from you and scuttling towards the bathroom. When he came back he had a wet towel in his hand and a velvet box in the other. He sat in front of you and your eyes watered.
"Will you marry me?"
