Fluffy baekhyun cuddles??
There is a light tickle against your cheek at five in the morning and the stubble is accompanied by a quiet –well not so quite– chuckle and a tousled man who smells of leftover cologne from the night before and has dry saliva at the corners of his mouth.
“Wake up!” Baekhyun commands, kissing your cheek three times in a row in the same spot until you groan, your head buried in the crook of his neck as you breathe in the scent of his skin.
“It’s too early,” you whine. “Go back to sleep, crazy kiddo.”
You feel him shake his head against your chest. The sun is creeping under the curtains annoyingly ~almost, as annoying as Kyungsoo thinks Chanyeol to be in the mornings, and you ponder if the man has ever spend AM hours in the company of Mr Byun. He’s always loud, energetic, bright and joyful, and even if he’s had a week filled by schedules, he always manages to rise and shine within the sun.
“Maybe because he is the sun”, you muse.
Either way, you’re too tired, eyelids heavy and body restless (Baekhyun to blame), so you attempt your escape from your boyfriend burrowing yourself farther underneath the covers. But he isn’t having it, he wants you and that’s the end of it. He wraps a strong arm around your shoulders and covers your neck with soft, playful kisses you imagine taste of sunlight.
“Nope,” he mocks, faintly brushing his lips against your forehead in such a gentle way you’re not even sure if it happened in the first place. “Was going to until I realized,” —he presses the tip of his nose against yours in an eskimo kiss — “…there was someone very pretty next to me.”
“Don’t even try, Byun Baekhyun,” you warn, or would have, if his tricks wouldn’t be working so damn well that you have to tug the blankets away from his hand to hoist them a little farther up your face so he won’t be aware of the heat that’s flooding across your cheeks, rushing towards your entire face.
The demon dares to laugh, his lips pressed right against your ear, and he kisses below it and behind it and even the spaces on your cheekbones he hadn’t gotten to quit just yet. He giggles, “Go brush your teeth so I can kiss you properly.”
“Go to hell.”