#chanyeol request

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Being EXO’s fem!idol crush who gets shipped with them - Maknae Line Ver.

Hyung Line Ver.

a/n: this is based on the SM girl group idol au that i wrote a while back, please read that first so that the writing will make sense :) AND these scenarios are LONG (esp. Chanyeol’s omg it took FOREVER) so i’m splitting this into two parts! enjoy :)

TW: kissing, sleeping in the same bed, mentions of food, slightly suggestive remarks, mentions of bullying, being held, sitting on his lap, mild cursing

Chanyeol:

You were both sent by the company to be on a new variety show called “Idol Roommates,” where a bunch of idols would be living together in the same house for a month. SM had sent you, Chanyeol, Yeri, and Ten, Hybe had sent Beomgyu, Jake, Sakura, and Minji, and JYP had sent Bangchan, Yuna, Lily, and and Gunil. The fans were super excited to see all of their favorite idols be roommates, and you had to admit, you were a little too excited to be living in such close proximity with Chanyeol.

The first episode began with you all arriving to the house with your label mates, and greeting all the other idols in the kitchen. There were cameras hidden all around the house, except for in the bathrooms, so you never really could tell what was being broadcasted and what wasn’t.

“So, what do we do first?” Sakura asked once everyone had arrived.

“Oh, there’s a note here on the table…” Bangchan said as he reached for it. “‘Welcome to your new home for the next month! In this bowl are all of your names. Please draw for your roommate and choose your rooms in order of your ages.’” he read aloud.

“Well, Chanyeol hyung is the oldest, so he goes first.” Ten explained, patting Chanyeol’s shoulder.

“Wow, you don’t have to rub it in.” Chanyeol joked, a playful smile on his face. Everyone laughed along with him, quieting down when he reached into the bowl to draw a name.

“Y/N.” he announced. Everyone turned to you expectantly. Yeri and Ten shot you mischievous grins, to which you blushed and looked away. They knew about your enormous crush on Chanyeol, how he had been your bias since high school, and how you used to have posters of him all over your wall. You shot them a dangerous glare before turning to Chanyeol.

“Alright, shall we go pick our room?” you proposed, desperate to get the attention off yourself.

“Yeah, let’s go!” he agreed, leading you up the stairs.

“This one looks the biggest.” you suggested after you had surveyed all the rooms.

He walked over from the other end of the hall and glanced inside the room you were talking about. “Alright, works for me!”

You had separate beds on opposite sides of the room, but it was still a little awkward. The two of you had several interactions in the past, and they were all pleasant, but mostly formal. You began unpacking your suitcases and shuffling around the room to get settled in silence.

As you did so, you could hear the other groupings running excitedly up the stairs to claim their rooms. Ten and Sakura were first, then Bangchan and Yeri. Gunil had picked Jake, then Beomgyu picked Lily, and that left Yuna and Minji together. Hearing the chatter of your colleagues in the background helped ease the tension a bit.

“Do you sleep with a light on?” Chanyeol asked suddenly, making you jump a bit.

You nodded sheepishly. “I’m a bit scared of the dark to be honest.”

“Ah, you’ll have to remind me. I don’t sleep with a light. Are you okay with having a fan on?”

“Yeah, I don’t mind that!” you told him, shuffling awkwardly. “I’m sorry you got stuck rooming with me. I know I’m not the most fun person in the world.”

“No, don’t be sorry… I’m actually relieved that I drew your name.” he told you reassuringly.

“Really?” you asked, cocking your head to the side in curiosity. “Why’s that?”

“Because you’re one of the few people I feel comfortable around in the idol world.” he answered, a tiny, bashful grin on his face.

You tried to ignore the flush creeping up your cheeks. “I feel the same way about you.”

Suddenly, Bangchan and Yeri appeared at your door. “Hey, are you guys ready for the debrief? We’re all heading downstairs now.” Chan asked.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Chanyeol replied, leading you out of the room. He followed Bangchan down the stairs, and with their backs to you, Yeri turned around and wiggled her brows at you. You pushed her forward a bit out of annoyance, causing her to tumble down the stairs by a few steps. You instinctively reached out for her, then looked at her, concerned. You both broke out into laughter, her gripping onto the railing and you holding onto her.

“That would’ve sucked.” Yeri chuckled, holding onto her stomach from laughing so hard.

—————

“Okay, so all the housework has been assigned.” Sakura declared, setting down her slice of pizza. “We’ll do meals in order of oldest to youngest, and chores in order of youngest to oldest.”

The production company had sent you all pizza for your first dinner, but you were instructed to prepare meals for the house for the rest of the time you would be there. That meant that you and Chanyeol would be preparing breakfast tomorrow.

For the remainder of the night, you all just chilled in the enormous living room and talked about all of your careers while a movie played on the TV. Conversation was flowing so smoothly that time just seemed to fly by, and before you knew it, everyone was getting up to get ready for bed, including you and Chanyeol.

“You can take a shower first.” he told you, sitting down at his bed to check his phone.

“Okay, thanks!” you chirped, making your way over to the bathroom.

Once you were done and in your pajamas, which embarrassingly enough had little kittens all over them, you padded your way back over to your own bed. “It’s all yours.” you told him.

“Awesome, be right back.” he responded, getting up from his bed. He did a double take as he looked at you. “Nice pajamas. They’re cute.”

You blushed, trying to focus on drying your hair. “Thank you. Kaori got them for me and I just can’t resist wearing them, even if they are kind of silly.”

“They’re perfect.” he smiled as he walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind him.

You sighed, placing your hands on your cheeks to cool them off. Get it together Y/N. You’re on TV.

You went about the rest of your nightly routine, then curled up in bed to scroll on your phone for a bit. After a while, you heard the water shut off, meaning that Chanyeol was done with his shower. And then it happened. Everything went to black.

You yelped a bit at the sudden darkness, gripping onto your blankets.

“Guys?” you heard Gunil shout from down the hallway.

Everyone started emerging into the hallway with their phone flashlights on. “Is everyone okay?” you heard Lily ask.

“Everyone’s here except for Chanyeol and Y/N.” Jake stated. You heard shuffling down the hallway coming towards your room, which only made your anxiety worsen. You didn’t want any of your adult colleagues to see you scared out of your mind just because the electricity went out.

Just as you were preparing to face your housemates, Chanyeol emerged from the bathroom and practically sprinted over to the door with his own phone’s flashlight.

“Yeah, we’re both good in here.” he told your housemates from the doorway, shielding you from the view. “Since it’s the middle of the night anyway, I say we just all go to sleep. The production company’s cameras will have suddenly shut off, so I’m sure they’ll fix it by morning.”

“Yeah, that’s a good point.” Chan agreed. “Well, since everyone’s okay, let’s just go back to our rooms.”

Once everyone was back in their rooms, Chanyeol rushed over to you, sitting down on your bed. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice dripping with concern. You had never seen him so serious before.

“Yeah… just scared…” you shuddered, gripping onto your blankets.

“It’s okay, nothing is gonna happen to you. I promise.” he comforted you, patting your shoulder. “Do you think you can try to go to sleep?”

You thought for a moment, then shook your head. “I’d be too anxious. I know that nothing is going to happen to me, but it’s just a fear I’ve never been able to shake.”

He looked as if he was tossing an idea around in his head. Hesitantly, he looked back up at you. “Would you be able to sleep if we shared a bed?”

Your eyes went wide. Was Park Chanyeol actually offering to sleep in the same bed as you just so you would feel safe? It was as if all of your dreams were coming true in this moment.

You coughed awkwardly. “Well um… you don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable, but… it would definitely help.” you stuttered out.

“I don’t mind at all.” he told you, a comforting smile on his features. “I just want you to feel better.”

You grinned, feeling your heart swell with emotions, then scooched over to make room for him.

It was obviously a little bit awkward at first. You both faced away from each other, a good three inches of space between the two of you. You thought that was going to be how the rest of the night went, until you started shaking.

“Y/N, are you trembling?” Chanyeol asked, turning towards you.

You froze. “Um… yeah. I’m sorry. I’m just scared.” you sighed in humiliation.

“It’s alright… do you want me to hold you?” he offered, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“I… I don’t want you to feel like you have to…” you spat out reluctantly, even though your heart was screaming at you to say yes immediately.

“I want to, Y/N.” he told you, a slight chuckle slipping out as he did so. “I mean, who doesn’t want to hold the person they like as they fall asleep?”

Your heart stopped. More than anything, you said in your head.

Your mouth fell open in shock, and you frantically flopped over to face him completely. “You like me?”

He nodded, a small smirk on his face. “I thought it was obvious.”

Your face broke out into a huge, toothy grin, and you lunged forward to hide your blushing face in his chest. He chuckled at your bashfulness, closing his arms around you in a tight embrace.

“Shall we get some sleep?” he asked.

You happily nodded in his hold. “I think I can manage now that I’ll have something to dream about.”

“Goodnight Y/N.” he whispered, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead before curling up around you.

“Goodnight Chanyeol.”

—————

In the morning, you tumbled awake to see him sitting up against the headboard scrolling on his phone. “I was just about to wake you up.” he chuckled, ruffling your hair. “Did you sleep well?”

You nodded groggily, smiling through squinted eyes. “All thanks to you.” you curled into his side.

“Although you look super adorable right now, we really should get started on breakfast.” he suggested. “We don’t want everyone going hungry.”

“I suppose so…” you sighed, getting out of bed. You both threw on your robes and slippers and made your way downstairs to the kitchen.

“Alright, what are we working with?” Chanyeol inquired as he opened the fridge, inspecting its contents.

“Well first of all, we’re going to need lots of coffee.” you giggled, busying yourself with the coffee pot.

“Very true. I can get started on some eggs and bacon while you do that.” he decided, swiping the ingredients out of the fridge and moving over to the stove. You prepared breakfast in a comfortable silence, that was, until the front door swung open, and three suited men strode in. You recognized one as your manager, but had no idea who the other two were.

“Hyung? What’s going on?” Chanyeol asked one of the men you didn’t know. You now assumed it was his manager.

“Don’t worry, we shut the cameras off this morning.” the man responded to him. “However, the production manager would like to tell you something.” He turned to the last remaining unidentified man and looked at him begrudgingly. Your own manager looked equally as annoyed with the supposed production manager, tapping his foot impatiently.

The man sighed. “The electrical outage was staged last night. Cameras were rolling throughout the entire night, and everything that went on was broadcasted.”

“You mean… the fans saw…?” you asked meekly, feeling your heart drop into your stomach.

“Yes, they saw you and Chanyeol sleeping in the same bed and confessing to one another.” your manager told you, a sympathetic look in his eyes. “I’m sorry kid. They didn’t tell us about this, or else we would’ve told you not to act as if you were in private.”

“There is, however, a bit of good news that goes along with this.” Chanyeol’s manager interjected. “The fans are really happy about it.”

You both snapped your heads up in shock. “Really?”

“Our ratings went through the roof.” the production manager explained. “Just in the past eight hours, we’ve received more viewers than any of our previous pilot episodes combined.”

“What are they saying?” you inquired, still incredibly surprised that the response was positive. Fans were not usually supportive of idol romance, wanting to maintain their own personal fantasies about their idols being available. In fact, “Idol Roomates” was kind of a controversial show because it allowed male and female idols to live together as if they were couples.

“See for yourself.” your manager instructed, holding his phone out to you. You began scrolling through some recent tweets he had pulled up on his phone, Chanyeol looking over your shoulder to read them with you.

I TOLD YOU GUYS IDOL ROOMMATES WAS FIRE, NOW WE GET Y/N AND CHANYEOL CONTENT 🔥

channie was soooo sweet to comfort y/n while she was afraid of the dark 🥺 i love seeing him be so soft to her ❤️

that innocent forehead kiss!!! i love them so much!!! <3

“Wow… that’s amazing.” Chanyeol marveled, running a hand through his hair. “So… what now?”

“Well, that’s up to you guys.” his manager replied. “The company has given us the okay to either confirm or deny the relationship based on your wishes.”

You both glanced at the floor, thinking to yourselves for a moment. Suddenly, you looked up and realized that you didn’t owe anyone an explanation.

“Let’s not say anything.” you suggested. Everyone looked over to you with a slightly shocked expression.

“Nothing?” your manager asked. “You mean, just let them wonder?”

“Actually, that’s not a bad idea…” the production manager agreed, tapping his chin in thought. “They are the most popular couple on the show, and no matter what, there are going to be skeptics on whether or not it was staged. Why don’t we just let the show be an experiment?”

“And if we ever do develop a relationship, this can be looked back on as where it developed.” Chanyeol grinned, taking your hand in his.

You grinned at him appreciatively, then turned back to your manager. “Is that okay?”

He shrugged, an amused smile on his face. “It’s your call, kid.”

You looked back over at Chanyeol, who gave you a determined nod.

“Let’s do it.” you decided.

“Alright, case closed.” Chanyeol’s manager stated, clapping his hands together. “We’re going to see that you guys have a few minutes to speak with each other alone before they turn the cameras back on...” He shot a dirty look to the production manager before continuing. “… but other than that, we hope you have fun on the show. And please, don’t take it too far. Fans can be quite temperamental.”

As soon as the three men left the room, you turnt to Chanyeol. “Did you really mean that?”

“What? That I see us developing a relationship?” he asked, scratching his head with a cute smile. “I thought that much was obvious.”

You giggled, shaking your head at yourself. “This is the second time I’ve been completely oblivious. I feel like such a fool.”

“You’re not a fool.” he reassured you, pulling you into his arms for a tight hug. His height always allowed him to give the best hugs. He made you feel so safe and cared for. “You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Thank you…” you whimpered into his chest. “I really do want to make this work.”

“And it will.” he grinned, rocking you slightly. “I promise.”

You looked up, resting your chin on his chest. “I believe you. You promised nothing would happen to me last night, and you were right.”

He smiled down at you affectionately. “There’s one more thing I want to do with these last few minutes we’ll get alone.”

“Hm?” you asked, once again oblivious to his insinuation.

Before you even had time to register what was happening, his lips were on yours. His hands came up to hold onto your face and press himself further up against you. You held your breath, then relaxed into his arms, hands linking together behind his neck. He began to deepen the kiss, puckering his lips against yours repeatedly and darting his tongue between them periodically. When you were completely out of air, you pulled back, both of your chests heaving against one another.

“I can’t wait until this show is over and we can have some real privacy.” you grinned suggestively. “Now, shall we finish breakfast?”

D.O:

You rubbed your sweaty palms against the rough material of your jeans, taking a deep shaky breath as you waited in the recording studio. Usually when you were nervous in a place like this, it was because you were worried about messing up your notes or forgetting the lyrics. But that wasn’t the case today. You had practiced the drama’s OST relentlessly, and knew the song forwards, backwards, and sideways. What you were nervous about was the fact that you were going to be singing a duet with Do Kyungsoo.

Not only were you totally intimidated by his vocals, but you also had the most mortifying crush on him. Everyone at the company seemed to know about it except him, and you wanted to keep it that day. You just hoped you wouldn’t make a fool of yourself in front of him today.

You jumped as he entered the room, springing to your feet. He looked ungodly handsome, clad in a black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up halfway and jeans.

“Hey Y/N.” he smiled warmly as you locked eyes. “How’s it going?”

“Hey, I’ve been really good!” you choked out, playing with the sleeve of your sweater. “How about you? I saw you guys were in Jeju Island last week. I mean, on Instagram, I wasn’t there stalking you or anything. Not that I’m not a fan, but…” you stopped yourself before you dug down into an even deeper hole.

He chuckled at your babbling, somehow finding it endearing. “We were, it was a really good trip. Although I almost threw Baekhyun off a cliff while we were hiking.”

“Oh, that’s not good! Accidents happen, I suppose.” you shrugged, brushing your hair back behind your ears. You could feel a thin layer of sweat on the back of your neck, a telltale sign that you were nervous. You had to tell yourself to calm down, you didn’t want to look sweaty when they filmed the video.

“Oh no, it would’ve been on purpose. He was being insufferable.” he explained, grinning evilly. God, he was so attractive.

You laughed, genuinely this time. “I get it. Sometimes I want to strangle the girls.”

He hummed in amusement. “Look at us, bonding over wanting to kill our members.”

You giggled at his comment, feeling yourself relax slightly. Maybe this isn’t going to be so ba-

“Alright guys, the company wants us to film the video now, so in the booth.” your manager decreed as he entered the room.

Nevermind.

“We don’t get a chance to practice at all?” Kyungsoo asked, looking understandably irritated.

“I’m sorry guys, they forgot about the deadline they gave the marketing team for the drama.” the other man explained sympathetically. “They need it within the next hour, and editing is going to need at least a half hour after we film it.”

“Awesome…” you sighed, grabbing a pair of headphones and following Kyungsoo into the booth.

You could feel your nerves getting the better of you, making your hands shake and your throat go dry, both of which would not be good for your performance.

Kyungsoo seemed to notice this, and grabbed your hand gently. Your heart stopped, making you freeze in place.

“Hey, you’ve got this.” he whispered with a comforting smile. “You have the voice of an angel.”

Butterflies swarmed in your stomach. He thought your voice was angelic?

“Alright guys, camera is rolling.” your manager said from the control panel. Music starting in 3…2…”

You exhaled as the music started, letting yourself ease up. You glanced over at Kyungsoo. He was looking at you with such kind, sensitive eyes. You couldn’t help the smile that appeared on your face as you began to sing your lines. When you were looking at him, it was really easy to belt out a love song.

He seemed to feel the same way as he started singing his own verse, his smile never faltering as he gazed into your eyes affectionately.

As you began to sing the chorus together, it was like the stars aligned. You were perfectly in synch, voices intertwining together like two rivers of golden honey merging into one. You were both putting so much passion and energy into the song, the lyrics resonating in both of your hearts as you looked at one another.

As the song came to a close, you both held your notes until the music ended, looking at each other breathlessly. Both of your eyes were twinkling, and you could feel chills running down your spine. That was the best duet you had ever sung with anyone.

“That was amazing you guys!” your manager suddenly said, snapping you out of your daze. “I don’t know how you guys did it perfect on the first try, but great job!”

“Uh, thanks!” you stammered, removing your headphones. You started to blush as you realized the amazing connection you and Kyungsoo had just had. Your anxiety was quickly returning, causing you to act without thinking.

You turned to him. “God, it’s hot in here. Are you hot? I mean, you are hot, I mean-“

He looked at you expectantly, as if you could possibly recover from that humiliating sentence. However, he didn’t look embarrassed at all. He had a hopeful glint in his eyes and an anticipated smile.

However, you were far too overwhelmed with your own nerves to notice. “Well, I’m gonna go home. See you later alligator!”

And with that, you bolted out of the studio and ran back to your dorm, not stopping until you were back in your bedroom. Nabi and Kaori were shouting after you, but you just ignored them, slamming your door behind you.

You collapsed your back against the door and slid down until you were on the floor, placing your head in your hands. “‘See you later alligator?’ What am I, 50?!”

—————

After a few hours of cycling through rotting in your bed, pacing the floor in anxiety, crying out of humiliation, and passing out from exhaustion, you were disturbed by yet another knock on your door. You groaned, assuming it was one of your members trying to talk to you again.

“Dude, I love you, but go away, I need to be alone.” you grumbled, pulling your pillow up over your head.

You heard the door open and someone walk in, but you didn’t have the energy to look up. Maybe if I stay really still, they’ll think I’m dead, and then they’ll leave, you thought.

You felt them sink down on the bed next to you and place a hand on your shoulder. “Y/N? Can we talk?”

You snapped up, eyes widening as you realized who was in front of you. “Kyungsoo!” You frantically fixed your hair and wiped your face. “Oh god, I look terrible…”

“No you don’t.” he chuckled, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear.

You froze at his touch, relishing the feeling of his fingers in your hair before blinking back to reality. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, I just thought you should know how well our OST is doing.” he grinned, pulling out his phone. You leaned forward to see the music video you made that already had millions of views in just a few short hours.

“Wow, people love it this much?” you asked in disbelief.

“That’s not all. Look at the comments.” he handed you his phone, and you did as he asked.

You know this drama’s gonna be good when they got Y/N AND Kyungsoo to sing the OST… total power vocal couple!

Y/N and Kyungsoo might as well be the main couple in the drama, their chemistry is insane

the way they sing the song to each other… my heart 💓 💓💓

You couldn’t help the giddy feeling that was blooming in your chest, attempting to fight off your smile to no avail. “They really like us, huh?”

He nodded, setting his phone back down. “There’s another reason I came here.”

“Hm?” you asked, cocking your head to the side in curiosity.

He took your hand in his, just as he had done in the recording booth earlier. “Y/N, you don’t have to be so nervous around me. I think you’re adorable, and I really like you.”

Fireworks went off in your stomach. “Y-you do?”

“Of course I do.” he laughed, shaking your hand in exaggeration. “Why do you think I asked to sing the OST with you?”

Your jaw unhinged in shock. “You asked to be paired with me?”

“Well yeah, how else was I going to get close to you?” he chuckled. “I was going to ask you out after we finished, but you ran away so quickly, I never got the chance.

You blinked at him a few times, then erupted into a fit of laughter. He joined you, doubling over slightly.

As you both settled down, he leaned in closer. “Will you go out with me?” he practically whispered.

You nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, yes! Of course I will!”

He smiled brighter than you had ever seen him do before, then slowly inched closer to your face. His eyes were focused on your lips.

Deciding you had been oblivious enough for one day, you took the hint and closed the distance between the two of you, crashing your lips onto his. He placed a hand delicately on your cheek, then began deepening the kiss, until you both pulled away, eyelids fluttering open slowly.

He smirked. “So, where do you want to go, angel voice?”

Kai:

“You’ve got it… you’ve got it…” Ten instructed you, guiding your movements. You were both in the dance practice room, covered in sweat as you went through the routine. You were working on a partner dance for your next solo album, and you wanted it to be with Ten, but somehow it just wasn’t going as planned. You were stumbling through the steps, there was no flow so your movements were jerky, and you somehow couldn’t shake the tense expression from your face.

As the music finished, you awkwardly caught your footing and struck the most pathetic ending pose you’d ever done. Ten gave you a crooked smile out of sympathy, which somehow made you feel ten times worse.

“Ugh, this is hopeless.” you sighed, throwing your hands up in resignation as you plopped down on the floor and leaned your back up against the mirror. “I’m never going to get this routine down in time.”

“Hey, it’s not your fault.” he attempted to reassure you, sitting down next to you. “You’re doing everything right. Sometimes, it just takes a little while to get the right feel for it.”

“Yeah, or I’m just a horrible dancer.” you huffed. You put your head in your hands and scrunched up your hair. The shoot was in two weeks, and this routine had to be perfect. Your fans deserved nothing less.

Ten was conflicted on what he should say next. On one hand, he wanted to tell you how amazing and talented you were, but on the other hand, he knew it wasn’t going to mean anything if you didn’t believe it yourself. He decided to grab a water bottle and hand it to you with a warm smile. “How about you just take a little break? I’m sure you’ll feel better in a few minutes.”

You smiled back at him, taking the water bottle from him gratefully. Your brow furrowed as he stood up and walked towards the door. “Where are you going?”

“I’m gonna go find something that’ll help.” he grinned over his shoulder before leaving the room.

You shook your head at his cryptic behavior, then collapsed back against the mirror, staring up at the ceiling in desperation. Please God, if you’re listening, please send me something to help with this dance.

“Y/N?” you heard someone ask from the doorway.

You snapped your head down to see who it was, and smiled widely at the pleasant sight before you. “Kai! What are you doing here?”

“Just checking in on my favorite junior.” he smirked, shutting the door behind him as he strolled in. His hands were shoved in the pockets of his jacket as he stopped in front of you, looking you over with a concerned expression. “What are you doing on the floor?”

“Just taking a break.” you replied, stretching slightly. “I’m too bad of a dancer not to.”

He frowned, crouching down to your level to glare at you. “Don’t say that about yourself. You’re an amazing dancer.”

“You haven’t seen me practice this routine.” you chuckled. “I’m sure you would change your mind if you did.”

“Alright then, show me.” he demanded, standing back up and taking a step back.

“Wait, like now?” you asked, slowly getting up yourself. “You don’t even know the routine…”

“I’m sure I can improvise.” he grinned, taking his jacket off and throwing it to the side, leaving him in just a cutoff tank top and sweats. “What, do you doubt my skills?”

“Absolutely not.” you chuckled. You had been secretly admiring him since before you even became a trainee, in more ways than one.

You got into position and waited for the music to start, then thrust into action as you began the routine. The first half went almost perfect, as it was just your solo part. You began to get nervous as the duet portion approached, feeling your muscles begin to tense up.

Kai approached you and placed his hands gently on your waist, a focused spark in his eyes. He somehow knew the exact partner position, and began guiding you across the floor.

“Relax, relax…” he instructed calmly, “remember to breathe.” He spun you around and placed a hand on the small of your back.

You inhaled deeply, holding the breath in your chest for a bit, then exhaled and released all the tension you didn’t realize you were holding onto. You started being able to flow through the moves better, but now you were hyper-focusing the footwork.

“Hey, don’t look at your feet. Focus on me.” he brought you back to center once again, twirling you back to face him and placing his hands on the sides of your face.

You looked up at him, locking in on his pretty brown eyes. It was as if they were telling you exactly what you needed to do, and for a moment, your body was running on autopilot, and all you thought about was being close to him.

“Show me that pretty smile, white swan.” he chuckled with a playful grin, instantly making you giggle and blush.

You actually couldn’t believe that you were going through the entire routine without any problems, and as you struck the ending pose, you were absolutely speechless. “That was…”

“Brilliant!” Ten suddenly interrupted you, causing you to jump away from Kai defensively.

“T-Ten!” you stammered nervously. “We were just-“

“It’s okay, I told him to come here.” your best friend smirked from the doorway. “I found him in the hall and he asked how you were doing.”

“You did?” you asked, a touched lilt to your voice.

“I told you, I wanted to check in on my favorite junior.” Kai explained, brushing the hair out of his face with an innocent half smile. “Ten said you were having trouble with the dance, so I had him show me the training video, and then I told him I’d help you.”

“Oh, well that’s a relief...” you sighed, glad you didn’t have to explain yourself to Ten. “So, you’re not-?”

“Jealous? Hardly.” he chortled, shaking his head. “In fact, I think you should do the dance with Kai for your music video.”

Your jaw unhinged slightly in shock. “Really?”

“Oh yeah, the chemistry is way better. You really seem to enjoy yourself when you’re dancing with him.” he teased, winking at you inadvertently.

You shot him a warning glare, then turned back to Kai. “Is that alright with you?”

“It’d be my pleasure.” he grinned, extending his hand to you. “Shall we?”

—————

It had been a week since your latest solo comeback dropped, and all of Starlight was losing their minds over it. Albums sold out everywhere, you had already one two awards, and everywhere you went, you heard it being played on the radio.

After one of your performance stages, you were sitting in your dressing room, and decided to look over some of the comments on the music video again. You always loved seeing what your fans had to say about your work.

There were a lot about how pretty you looked, how beautiful your vocals were, and how proud of you your fans were, all of which made you giddy with appreciation. However, some were starting to stick out to you and pique your interest. Particularly, the ones about your dance with Kai.

the tension between Y/N and Kai is so thick you could cut it with a knife 👀

i don’t think i’ve ever seen our Y/N dance so well with anyone else than with Kai… i hope they do more stuff together :)

anyone else think Y/N and Kai would make the PERFECT couple??? just me???

You felt your cheeks grow red and warm at the insinuation. I mean, sure, you had been fantasizing about dating Kai for years now. But now that you knew your fans approved, it was all the more flustering.

“Knock knock.” someone interrupted your thoughts as they entered your dressing room.

You looked up, then scoffed playfully. “Kai, if you keep showing up unannounced, I’m going to have to start locking my door. I could’ve been bare faced!”

“And you’d still look just as beautiful.” he commented, smiling at you genuinely.

You pouted your lips affectionately, then stood up to hug him. “Thank you so much.”

“Me? What for?” he asked, wrapping his arms around you to reciprocate the hug.

“If it wasn’t for you, I never would’ve gotten that dance down.” you beamed into his shoulder.

A quiet chuckle rang through your ears. “You already had everything you needed to accomplish it. I just pointed you in the right direction.”

You gave him one final squeeze, then invited him to sit down on the couch with you. “So, what brings you all the way here?”

“Well, I had to admit, seeing you do the dance with that backup dancer on stage made me pretty jealous.” he replied, a more serious expression appearing on his face.

“Oh?” you inquired, folding your hands in your lap. “Is that so?”

He nodded slowly. “Indeed. I was going to let it go, but after reading some of the comments on your music video, I was inspired to do something about it.”

Your heart soared as you imagined him reading the exact comments as you had read previously. Did he feel the same butterflies when he read them over?

“And what exactly are you going to do?” you asked, feeling your nerves vibrate harder with every passing second.

“I want to ask you out.” he told you. He leaned in closer to you, to where you could see the sparkle in his eyes. “Is that alright?”

“Yes, it is.” you replied, letting a huge smile plaster itself across your face. “And yes, I’ll absolutely go out with you.”

He replicated your large grin, patting your leg affectionately. “That’s wonderful. Because I don’t want you dancing with anyone else.”

You chuckled, squeezing his hand a bit. “Well, you’re going to have to fight my members for that right.”

He thought to himself for a moment, then shook his head. “I don’t think I could take them, they’re pretty tough. I’ll settle for being the only guy you dance with.”

“Deal.” you giggled, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on his cheek. “Thank you again, Kai.”

“You’re welcome, white swan.” he chimed. He rose up from his seat and walked over to the door. “I’ll leave you to unwind. I’ll text you later to set up the date, okay?”

You nodded, waving goodbye to him. “Sounds good, talk to you later!”

You turnt back to your mirror, beginning to brush out your curls. However, you were startled as Kai ran back into the room quickly.

He placed a bouquet of flowers on the vanity in front of you, then kissed you on the cheek briskly. “I almost forgot, these are for you. Congratulations on such a good comeback.”

Sehun:

“Excuse me, pardon me, ‘it girl’ coming through!” Nabi declared as you made your way through the busy photo shoot studio.

“Ugh, shut up Nabi!” you scowled over your shoulder at her. “I hate it when you call me that!”

“Hey, I’m not the only one.” the leader shrugged, chuckling mischievously. “Everyone calls you that nowadays.”

“Well, I’d prefer to only deal with it when I’m being interviewed.” you scoffed, setting your bag down at your vanity.

“Spoken like a true queen.” Nabi smirked, crossing her arms across her chest.

You rolled your eyes. “Why did you even come with me today?”

The younger girl shrugged. “You’ve been stressed lately. I figured I’d tag along to make sure you have a comedic buffer.”

You softened at her kind gesture, touching her arm lightly. “That’s really sweet of you.”

“They also always have huge snack buffets at these things.” she added. “I’m gonna go get a plate, okay?”

You went back to your previous mood, sighing and sitting down. “Yeah, just get me some chips.”

You watched her skitter off to the snack table, shaking your head at her. In front of the other girls, she was a strict, stern dictator. But around you, the only member older than her, she was a true child. However, she was your best friend, so you tried to find it endearing.

“Y/N?” a deep voice inquired from behind you.

You spun around in your chair and gawked at the realization of who stood in front of you. “Sehun?!”

He smiled at your surprise, holding out his arms in a dramatic gesture. “In the flesh.”

You sprung up out of your chair in an instant, practically jumping into his arms to give him a hug. He stumbled backwards a bit, laughing at your sudden affection, then caught his footing and wrapped his arms around you.

“I’ve missed you so much!” you told him, pulling away. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here for the Valentine’s Day shoot.” he replied.

You knit your brows together in confusion. “Really? Because this is…” You looked around the studio, then it dawned on you. There were heart shaped decorations and pink balloons everywhere, and the studio had a romantic, dim lighting.

“Oh… they didn’t tell me this would be a couple’s shoot…” you chuckled awkwardly.

His eyebrows raised in surprise. “Really? That’s strange. Maybe they knew you’d be nervous if you were told ahead of time that you’d be doing a shoot with the Great Oh Sehun.” He flipped his hair dramatically, a cocky smirk on his face.

You scrunched your nose up, hitting him on the arm playfully. “Ugh, don’t be so smug. It doesn’t suit you.” You were actually just trying to hide the fact that he was right.

Sehun had been slowly becoming one of your best friends at the company, ever since that day he walked in on you being bullied by a bunch of female trainees and silenced all of them with his presence. He was actually competing with Yeri, Ten, and Karina for a spot on your BFF list.

However, you had always secretly hoped for more with him. He was so kind, even though he could seem cold at first, and he always made you laugh. He was so caring, despite how hard he tried not to be, and had incredible wit and humor. Plus, there was the fact that he was incredibly handsome. Like, obnoxiously so. But, as much you wanted things to go to the next level, they remained stagnant. Neither of you were the most upfront about your feelings.

“There you guys are!” the director suddenly clapped his hands behind you, pulling you away from your conversation. “I’ll let makeup and wardrobe know you’re here, and we should be able to start shooting in about an hour.”

You both nodded and thanked him, then turned back to one another.

“See you behind the camera.” Sehun proposed with a minuscule wink that was so small you wouldn’t have caught it if you hadn’t been admiring his features so closely these past few years.

You sent him one last smile, then turned back to your vanity while he strode over to his own.

Suddenly, Nabi reappeared next to you with a plate full of snacks. “What was that about?” she asked, crunching on a pretzel.

“Oh nothing, I just have to do an amorous photo shoot with my secret crush.” you grumbled, falling back against your chair with your hands bunched up in your hair. “Did you get my chips?”

Her eyes widened. “I’m sorry, I forgot.”

“Nabi! Either be helpful or leave!”

—————

The hour of makeup and wardrobe went by way too fast for your liking. You had been trying to build up your courage to no avail. It seemed hopeless. How on Earth were you going to do a romantic couple’s shoot with your crush without it looking you were hopelessly devoted to him? Not that you weren’t, you just didn’t need the whole world knowing it. That would be mortifying, not to mention a total career killer.

You walked over to the photo setup, which featured a red velvet sofa and a table with an extravagant bouquet of flowers. You swallowed the hard lump in your throat, making one last stitch effort to calm yourself down. Settle down, Y/N. It’s just a photo shoot with your colleague. I’m sure he won’t even be-

“Is this chain on straight?” your thoughts were interrupted by the man in question. You flipped around to see him dressed in a deep v-neck black blazer with a white button-up shirt underneath, the top three buttons undone to reveal his chest, adorned with a glimmering silver chain necklace. His thick black locks were tousled and textured perfectly around his forehead, and his skin was practically glowing.

Okay nevermind, time to panic.

“Holy shit, you look hot.” you heard yourself speak, although you don’t remember making the decision to. Instant regret flooded your brain, and you immediately began apologizing. “Oh my god, I meant the chain looks hot. I’m sorry. I mean, not that you’re not hot, I just…”

“Thank you.” he cut you off, a pleased smile evident on his features. “You look hot too.”

Your heart practically jumped out of your chest. “Th-Thank you…” You were sure your face was as red as a tomato. However, you had to admit, you did look pretty hot in your tight red dress, pearls, vampy lipstick, and red strappy heels.

“Alright, we’re ready to get started!” the director declared from his chair. “Sehun, I’d like to start with you laying on the couch horizontally. Y/N, go ahead and sit on his lap facing the camera.”

You did as instructed, although uncomfortably. He sensed your tension and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“It’s okay, just relax.” he suggested, a reassuring smile directed at you.

You gave him an appreciative grin, loosening up and leaning into his form.

“Okay, now Sehun, put your chin on Y/N’s shoulder and rest your head against her neck. Y/N, just keep looking forward.”

The camera flashed a few times, with a few breaks in between to look over the shots.

“I’m really proud of you, you know.” Sehun told you while the camera crew was busy.

“What do you mean?” you asked him, laying against the back of the couch.

“You’ve come a long way from the girl I met who was letting some older trainees pick on her.” he teased. “I’ll never forget the look on your face when I appeared next to you.”

You laughed at the memory. “And I’ll never forget the looks on those girls’ faces when you told them off.”

He joined you in your laughter. “Notice how none of them are at the company anymore, and how you’re the ‘it girl’ now?”

You smiled contentedly. “Everyone seems to be calling me that these days.”

He suddenly scooped you up in his arms and pulled you down to his chest, ruffling your hair affectionately. “You’ve always been my ‘it girl’ Y/N, from day one.”

You squealed as he caged you in his arms, feigning resistance. A sudden flash went off, and you both looked up to see the camera crew staring at you blankly.

“Ah, sorry guys, that was my fault...” a feeble intern announced nervously. “I accidentally hit the wrong button.”

“Wait, let me see that shot…” the director demanded, motioning for the camera to be brought over to him. He looked it over, then turnt to you both with a baffled expression. “This is it. This is our cover photo.”

“What? No way.” you marveled, getting up and walking over to the director. Sehun followed you, catching you as you stumbled a bit in your heels. You looked at the photo, and soon you were both making the same face that the director had made a few seconds ago. “Woah… this is amazing…”

“Look at how beautiful you are…” Sehun commented, taking in the picture lovingly.

You blushed, nudging him slightly.

The director clapped his hands dramatically, snapping you both back to reality. “Alright, let’s keep this energy going! Next I want a shot of Y/N pulling Sehun in by his chain!”

—————

A few days later, you were chilling out at the dorm with your members, having a much needed girls’ night. All of your favorite snacks were laid out on the coffee table, you were all in your pajamas, and there was a cheesy rom-com playing on the TV, even though none of you were paying attention to it. You were far too busy gossiping, squealing, and beautifying each other. It might have been stereotypical girl behavior, but it was incredibly therapeutic.

“Everyone shut up!” Nabi suddenly decreed, jumping up on the couch and holding something behind her back.

You looked up from braiding Kaori’s hair. “Oh god, what is it now?”

The younger girls all laughed, finding it hilarious that you were the only one able to talk to Nabi like that.

“Well ‘it girl,’ it just so happens that I have the most recent issue of Elle in my hands.” the leader grinned evilly, brandishing the magazine out in front of her.

The other three girls all gasped and rushed over to grab at it, except for Iseul, who just jumped up and down excitedly. Her nails were still wet from Marie painting them a few minutes ago.

“Oh my god, you look so hot!” Marie marveled, flipping through the glossy pages.

“Yeah, and this one of you pulling Sehun in by his chain is just perfect!” Iseul nodded in agreement.

“Wait, the shoot was with Sehun?” Kaori asked, her eyes going wide with innocent shock.

“Yes Kaori, we talked about it three days ago. Keep up.” Marie groaned at the maknae.

“Hey, be nice.” you warned protectively. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Yeah right. You’ve only been in love with him for years now.” Nabi challenged you, jumping down from the couch.

“I am not in love with him.” you rolled your eyes. “Besides, he doesn’t feel that way about me.”

“The fans seem to think differently.” Nabi commented smugly, whipping out her phone. “Look what they’re saying on Elle’s post about it.”

You snatched the phone out of her hand and began to skim over the comments.

you could tell me the cover shot was totally improvised and i’d believe you… their affection looks so real <3

who knew the oldest member of Etoile and the youngest member of EXO would make such a fire couple? TOTAL goals!

The fact that they’ve been friends since Y/N was a trainee makes this so much cuter… they’re clearly in love with each other 💞

These two OWN Valentine’s Day now 😤

“Look at how big her smile is!” Kaori grinned admiringly at you.

“I know, it’s so cute!” Marie added, wrapping her arms around your maknae and twirling her around. “‘Oh Sehun, please marry me!’”

“‘Oh Y/N, I’d love to make you my wife!’” the younger girl acted out, giggling madly.

You scowled, trying not to laugh along with them. “How come you two only get along when it’s at my expense?”

You all froze as the sound of a phone ringing suddenly cut through the noise.

You looked over at the end table to see your phone lit up and vibrating. You picked it up and unhinged your jaw as you saw who it was from. “It’s Sehun. I’m gonna go take this.” You got up and rushed down the hall to your bedroom.

The three youngest members attempted to follow you, but Nabi stood protectively in front of the hallway. “Nope, no one is eavesdropping. This should be private.” Marie, Iseul, and Kaori started pouting and vocalizing their protest. That was, until Nabi gave them her signature glare. “Living room, now.” She really was a great leader when she wanted to be.

Shutting your door behind you, you answered the call. “Hello?”

“Hey Y/N, it’s me.” Sehun said from the other end. He sounded uncharacteristically anxious.

“Hey, is everything okay?” you asked in a concerned manner.

“Oh yeah, I’m fine.” he coughed nervously. “I just wanted to… you know….”

“Wanted to what?” you giggled, sitting down on your bed.

You heard him exhale momentarily as if mentally preparing himself for something. “If you’d like to go out with me for Valentine’s Day?”

Your breath hitched in your chest. “What?”

“Don’t make me say it again…” he sighed, clearly having trouble being this forward. “I just… we had so much fun at the shoot together… and you’re just so cool, and fun, and pretty. I’ve never really known how or when to say it, but… something about that couples’ shoot just pushed me to go for it. So will you?”

You clutched onto your chest as if it was the only thing keeping you grounded to Earth. “Yes… yes, of course I will!”

“Really?” he marveled, sounding genuinely surprised. “I can’t believe you agreed.”

“Sehun, I’ve literally been waiting for you to ask me out for years now.” you chuckled. “You’re the worst at picking up on signals.”

“Yeah, well you’re not very good at sending them.” he teased, clearly getting his confidence back.

You laughed cutely into the phone. “We’re not very good at this are we…”

“No, not at all.” he chortled, shaking his head. You could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke. “And just so you know… I meant it when I said that you’ve been my ‘it girl’ since day one.”

You blushed with a small smile. “I usually hate it when people call me that. But with you, it feels good.”

“Well, I’ll have to call you by that name as much as possible. Then you can be mine exclusively, and no one else’s.” he replied.

You laughed once again, feeling like a giddy school girl. “I always have been, remember?”

He laughed at your sudden cockiness, knowing that you definitely learned it from him. “I’ll see you on Valentine’s Day?”

You nodded, feeling your lips curl up into a grin. “I’ll see you then.”

“Goodnight, my ‘it girl.’”

“Goodnight Sehun.” you giggled, hanging up the phone. You then threw it across the room and flopped back onto your bed, rolling around and kicking your feet in ecstasy.

“Y/N! What happened?” Marie suddenly burst through your door, followed by the other girls. You assumed Nabi held them off as long as she could, but eventually lost strength. There were three of them after all.

You sat up, brushing your hair out of your face. “Guess who’s going out with Sehun on Valentine’s Day!”

The four girls all screamed and jumped on your bed, showering you with praise and congratulations. You laughed as you captured them all in a group hug. It was then that you realized you didn’t need to be the ‘it girl’ to be happy, you just needed moments like these. And with Sehun, they seemed to just keep coming.

[itstheoneshot]

Relief

request

Summary: Although you don’t get involved in any of the real business, you serve a purpose to your gang leader husband that nobody else could.

Word Count: 1.8k

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Oral, Praise Kink, Mafia AU.

You feel bad for thinking it, but you like it when your husband has a bad day. Not because you want him to be miserable, not at all, but because of the way he treats you when that is the case.

He is a leader of one of the city's biggest gangs. Underground, but with power above ground, giving you a life of luxury. Cars, clothes, jewellery, and all he ever wants is for you to be happy, comfortable, and know that you are his number one, ride or die, the love of his life.

That is why you like it when a fight breaks out, or a deal falls through. You know that it will resolve, Chanyeol never lets anybody down, just like his father before him he is unstoppable and intelligent enough to fix any problem, but he always reacts the same way before a resolution is found.

He loves you. That is one thing that he feels he has complete control over, a situation that he can always predict and because he knows that he comes home to you after any shitty situation, the story repeats itself and you know exactly what to expect.

“Jagiya!” He calls out to you, and you hear the front door slam behind him, “Where are you?”

You don’t miss the trace of whining in his voice. You were expecting him, and aware of how today went down. He had been keeping you up to date, though without the finer details, as he likes to keep you separate because it’s safer that way, my love, you know it wasn’t good.

“Daddy!” You giggle, skipping down the marble staircase to greet him, watching his expression soften as you meet at the foot of the stairs, “I missed you.”

Chanyeol picks you up off the floor and you cross your ankles around his waist, kissing him all over his face before colliding your lips together. The kiss is deep and slow, passionate, a reminder to him that you are here and ready for him to relax and restore the sanity lost from today's earlier event. His hands settle on your ass to help keep you steady, and he steps back to press you up against the wall. It is hot and heavy so quickly, Chanyeol’s desire for you is insatiable, it has been this way ever since you met, only growing stronger as the years go by.

“I missed you too, baby,” He purrs, “I wanted nothing more than to come home to you all day, I’m so happy to be back.”

You never get enough of Chanyeol’s praises, loving the way that he always builds you up and makes you feel like the most important person in the world. You nuzzle your nose with his before kissing him again, moaning into his mouth as he grinds into you against the wall. You drag your nails up his back, tickling his neck and then tugging on his ears when you reach them, knowing full well that this makes him fold. Now it is his time to moan, and you are carried away from the wall and down the hallway towards the living room. Chanyeol tries to mix it up, taking you in every room in the house, and not always just the bedroom. It is fun, finding new positions and new things that you both like, keeping it fresh after all these years is so easy with him.

He stops at the sofa where he places you down, and he quickly begins to undress you. You playfully try to stop him, pushing him back with your feet, but this only makes it easier for him to pull your leggings down. You whine in want for him as he tugs his t-shirt up over his head, and he responds by moving forward to take your shirt off, too. He palms your breasts with one hand as the other unfastens your bra to take it off, and he kisses down your neck, your chest, now moving to kiss your breasts, nibbling softly on your sensitive buds, your back arches for him, begging for more.

When you are nice and marked up, he guides you to turn around, half hanging over the back of the couch, staring into the mirror on the wall behind it. Chanyeol looks insane behind you, fully taken over by desire as he catches you staring. He trails his fingers down your back to your panties before removing them too. You are now naked, and he is in only his underwear after he desperately pulls his jeans down, you can see how hard he is and you try to grind back into him, but he is not close enough. He leans down again to kiss the back of your neck, and you are transfixed as you watch his reflection, feeling the way he kisses each vertebrae as he moves down your back, past your waist, down to your ass. He moans against your skin as he kisses the plump flesh, and he guides you to spread your legs for him, which you do with no complaints, finally realising what he is going to do to you.

He finds the perfect position and wastes no time diving in, the feeling is electric as his tongue hits your clit. You push back into him, wanting more, chasing the pleasure he so effortlessly provides. He moans into you, the vibrations travel through your body and have you gasping for air. You aren’t sure whether you or Chanyeol are enjoying this more, but from the look on your face in the mirror in front of you, it is pretty clear that you are loving it. Chanyeol’s tongue presses easily between your folds, lapping up your juices, he is obsessed with the way that you taste. You feel goosebumps cover your skin as you ascend to your high, your legs begin to shake but Chanyeol holds them still, not letting you close them on his head like you are involuntarily threatening to do.

“Daddy,” You whimper, biting your lip to try and centre yourself, “Gonna cum, can I cum, pretty please?”

Chanyeol pulls away for only a second to utter his reply, “Cum for Daddy, baby girl.” before he moves back down, suckling on your clit to help you get there, thrusting into you with two fingers because Daddy always has to feel you sucking him in and then it happens.

Your orgasm is intense, your cries are loud but strangled, caught in your throat from the overwhelming pleasure. You can barely hear Chanyeol’s own moans over the sound of yours, he doesn't slow down until you try to clamber away from him, overstimulated but wanting more, wanting him to fill you up instead, knowing that he needs to get his fix too.

He retraces his steps, kissing up your back to your neck, his lips slicked with your arousal, he looks so hot when he leans back to take off his underwear. His cock is hard, red and leaky, but that won’t be for too long, as you push your ass out, wiggling it to tease him, and he resumes position behind you, guiding the tip to your oversensitive cunt. You cry out as he thrusts into you, not giving you any reprieve he fills you straight away. He stares at you in the mirror, his eyelids heavy, siren eyes while yours are more that of a doe, innocent and empty, lost and needing guidance, and that is what he is there for.

He thrusts into you fast, sweat beading on his brow bone, fingers tangled in your hair to keep you conscious, keep you watching the way that he fucks you in your reflection. This is hotter than you would have thought, watching him take you, feeling the way that his cock hits that sensitive bundle of nerves inside you, knowing the best positions to get you reeling.

“So perfect, baby,” He murmurs, “Look at you, so sexy, taking all of me.”

You admire the picture of you two, knowing that he is right. You two are the perfect match in appearance and personality, soulmates probably, definitely each other’s, other half. With a particularly hard thrust you cry out, tears pricking your eyes as the sensitivity begins to overwhelm you, and though you could tap out here, you are not sure whether Chanyeol is anywhere near done.

“Anything for you, Daddy,” You moan, using all your strength to push back into him, matching his rhythm because you can see how much this turns him on, “You feel so good inside me.”

It is unspoken, the fact that he takes you like this as a reprieve to recover from an awful day. You are sure that he knows that you know, but you never point it out, instead being warm and wet and ready to take him, pretending that it is only out of love, and not also because he needs to feel in control and in charge. You are willing and wanting, feeding into your praise kink, loving the way that he worships you and has to prove that he can do well, always getting you to orgasm as many times as he can.

You can barely hold yourself up now, slumped over the back of the sofa, as Chanyeol continues to fuck you, one hand in your hair, holding your head up so that you can watch, the other hand at your core, touching your clit in time with his thrusts into you. As one orgasm ends, another starts, you can barely breathe anymore and it feels so fucking incredible.

“Daddy’s gonna cum,” He growls, and you feel it, his movements faltering, “Fuck.”

He pulls out just in time, grabbing his cock and stroking only two more times before he releases in hot spurts all up your back, the feeling familiar, but strange every time. His breathing is heavy, and you admire the way his face contorts, overcome with pleasure and in pure bliss. He falls forward to kiss you, as both of you try to catch your breath, unmoving and not wanting to be anywhere else. You feel so lucky, to live the life that you do with the person that you do, enamoured and obsessed in exactly the same way that he is.

Chanyeol repositions you, he sits himself on the sofa and pulls you onto his lap with your knees either side of his hips. You feel his cum dripping down your back and it makes you shiver, but you are soon distracted as he guides your arms over his shoulders and pulls you in to kiss him again. He is insatiable, and you think that his day must have been worse than he had told you, but you are loving the attention too, it has been a few days since you have had this much from him, so you’ll take it.

“I love you,” He murmurs when he breaks for air, “You know that, right?”

“Of course I do,” You giggle, kissing the tip of his nose, “I love you too.”

[eomayas]

is it too late for a req? if not can i request a drabble exo’s reactions when the public are shipping them with reader. Thanks!

exo and how i think they would react to being shipped with another idol [req]

due to lack of specification, let’s pretend reader is an idol! no jongdae in this one.

xiumin: after appearing on a variety show together, it was hard for the viewers to ignore the chemistry between the two of you. i mean, xiumin was laughing at all of your jokes, and turning red when you'd look at him and smile. he feels embarrassed for letting his feelings show so openly, but he's on the side of the viewers. perhaps the shipping pushes him to finally ask you out on a date.

junmyeon: after a video of the two of you smiling at each other goes viral, of course the speculations start. it doesn’t help that a few weeks before, you had done an interview saying that exo is one of your favorite groups (other than your own, of course), so it really just adds fuel to the fire. junmyeon, on the other hand, doesn’t necessarily care since he's grown, but he doesn't acknowledge the rumors. he doesn't hate them either ;)

baekhyun: he probably created them himself, tbh.

chanyeol: is shocked at first, because he was just being himself when those videos of you two surfaced. finds it even funnier now that he's dating you :)

kyungsoo: he avoids you at all costs when you two are in the same room LMAOOO. he is very polite, but doesn't stand next to you anymore, and tries not to look in your direction as much. he doesn't hate being shipped with you, but he doesn't want the possible scandal.

jongin: thinks its funny because he was definitely flirting with you on that variety show

sehun: doesn't care and doesn't get why you two are being shipped after standing next to each other

[thesweetestdevotion]

Hiiii can you read chanyeol of exo as a boyfriend ?

Thank you so muchhh

Hi!!!

EXO Chanyeol as a Boyfriend:

Dice: 10th House, Mercury, 10th House

Tarot: The Devil, Knight of Swords, Knight of Coins, Nine of Coins Reversed, Two of Wands, Four of Coins, Nine of Cups Reversed, Three of Swords, Six of Coins, Ten of Coins, Ten of Swords, Page of Cups Reversed

I feel that he’s a little bit of a drama queen hehe. He’s prone to possessiveness and jealousy and this could cause him to start fights. I see here he doesn’t like to share his person too much, he’s afraid of someone sabotaging the relationship, so he’s the type to hold on to his person to an obsessive degree. He might try to rush a relationship to be deeper and more intimate, which often leads to heartbreak… maybe he scares a lot of people away with his intensity. I also see that he’s very generous with his person, he likes to share his time and resources with them. But his propensity towards jealousy and obsessiveness doesn’t let his relationships progress further. He’s probably had many heartbreaks and breakups, which only make him feel more alone, sad, and pushes him further into his intense behavior. He yearns for a family, i think he’s gained much fruitfulness and success financially and he wants to use it to build a good family, but he hasn’t been able to make it work. He’s passionate and intense and likes to explore the intimare side of relationships a lot. He’s not the lighthearted type hehe, he sees someone he likes and he’s putting his all towards making it work. I just think he misdirects his energy and obsesses about insignificant things, which many partners would be put off by. He’s not for the faint of heart lol woww. He’s not a bad person!!! But soo intense, he could have Scorpio or Taurus placements, that feels significant.

He’s someone that is very communicative and likes having a mental connection with his partner. He’s not the type to keep his feelings bottled in and expects his partner to also be the same. I think with the 10th house energy he might be drawn to a relationship that allows him to be comfortable in the public eye. He wants someone with a good reputation that will reflect well on him. He would love to show this person off, especially to friends and coworkers. Mercury in virgo also lets me know he’d be very interested in sharing his skills, or using them to appeal to his partner. Maybe he’d write a poem or song to romance his person hehe so cute. he likes to cooperate with his partner, he’d love to like write a song and have his partner sing it, or maybe collaborate in some project together. As a way to show his love and affection for them. That’s honestly all I’m getting from him, he didn’t wanna share much. Hope you guys like it! xxx

[monwillica]

request from ig

[imaginidol]

Kyungsoo: Picture Perfect

Kyungsoo walked into the studio room where you’d been waiting for a recording session.

You were at this point collaborating on a song with the EXO star, being a singer yourself, and today the schedule called for a filmed dance practice.

“Hey,” he smiles, nodding in your direction.

“Hi, Soo,” you wave back, smiling.

He sets his backpack down on the floor against a wall, pulling out the tripod stand where the camera would be set. He sat criss-cross on the floor, carefully setting up the camera and attaching its lens.

“Are you sure you don’t need help?” You look over his shoulder as he finished the last of the set up.

“C’mon, you know me,” he teases, making sure the camera was on and set to record at any given moment. “Do me a favor and go stand over there, let me test out the quality focus.”

You obey and skip to the center of the room, plopping your feet on the floor and rehearsing a few moves of the choreography.

“How’s this?” You say, outstretching your arms and pulling a quick cartwheel across the room.

He laughs. “It’d be fun if that was part of our choreo,” he says, jogging towards the center of the room when he finished and pulling a cartwheel of his own after you.

“Okay,” you say, excitedly garnering your first position at the center. “I’m ready when you are, my lover!”

Kyungsoo coughs and lets out a loud laugh.

“What did you just say!?”

“You’re my lover now, apparently! Haven’t you been sneaking all over social media!?”

He blushes slightly, and you knew the answer to your question.

“I guess it’s gotten pretty public, huh?” He says, rubbing a nervous hand behind his neck. He hoped his face wouldn’t redden so obviously.

“Yeah, but I find it pretty cute that our collab suddenly went from being a fun song showcasing our vocals together to being… an all-out relationship speculation fest! Those shippers are wild and so quick to spread things.”

“Trust me, the boys won’t let me live it down,” he mutters, thinking back to Baekhyun’s non-stop teasing about you being Kyungsoo’s alleged new romantic partner behind closed doors.

“And it doesn’t help that the pictures they caught of us grabbing coffee together twice seem pretty convincing,” you say, finishing the last of your leg and arm stretches.

Kyungsoo laughs nervously, trying to focus on his own stretching before the rehearsal.

If only it didn’t sound like you were taking it as a fun little joke, he thought quietly to himself.

“Ready?” You say happily, standing in front of him with your back facing his chest.

First position, right, he nervously wraps his arms around you, as the choreography called.

The first practice round goes rather interestingly, with a few awkward poses here and there in between transitional moves. When you finish, you both gather around the camera to watch the recording.

“Uh,” you say, looking closer at the camera.

Shoot, Kyungsoo thinks, knowing what’s probably already going through your mind.

“This was okay… but some of the moves are a little…”

“…awkward,” he finishes your thought, noting how far and distant he was from you at certain points throughout the choreography.

You look up and smile at him. “It looks like you’re trying too hard to debunk these rumors about us being a thing.”

“I mean, it’s best if we don’t—”

“Nonsense,” you say, placing the camera back on the tripod and pressing the record button.

“Come here,” you say, outstretching your arms and placing his hands into yours. “Have fun with this choreography, Soo! The whole song is about being in a fierce relationship with another person.”

He follows you back to the center of the room and you stand in first position again. When he wraps his arms around you, you tug at his arms to get closer to make him get closer.

“Don’t be shy with it, Soo. This is art, after all. We have to convince our audience of the performance’s message!”

The shy boy smiles and allows his hands to relax against your waist.

The second practice goes much smoother than the first. There are only less than a handful of awkward steps here and there, but it’s a greater improvement than the prior.

“See, Soo? This looks much more… intimate!” You smile down at the camera whilst replaying the second practice round.

He nods and shifts his gaze from the camera towards you.

He can’t help but wonder if he’s struggling to separate the intimacy of the dance, with some sort of a personal connection to you…

“One more time?” You look up, smiling.

“Let’s do it,” he says, this time reaching out to place your hands into his.

This is what had slowly pulled the boy closer to you. The way you loved your job, the way you gave your strongest efforts into any project, song, and choreography arrangement. It was the way your enthusiasm could fill a room when you submitted yourself to outpouring the best vibe into a project. Not only that, but the way you could make just about anyone comfortable around you.

Especially Kyungsoo.

He felt very comfortable around you in and out of practice, always looked forward to your small coffee dates (though you couldn’t really call them romantic dates, but more of friendly ones), and always looked forward to performing the new song you both had worked on.

Outside of being co-stars, you’d also grown much closer than you’d anticipated, and he couldn’t help but sometimes wonder if you’d grown any sort of romantic interest in him as he had towards you.

He wrapped his arms around your waist at first position, this time pulling you slightly closer than the last.

“Oh, wow, Mr. Loverboy,” you look up, sticking your tongue out at him.

“The message of the song is pretty intimate, so I won’t hold back this time,” he smiles down to you, feeling a surge of bold assurance overtaking him.

For this practice round, Kyungsoo lived up to his word. The choreography felt a lot more intimate than any of the previous practices you’d had to date.

He spun you firmer, swayed his hips against yours smoother, and towards the bridge of the song, his mouth actually made the slightest bit of contact against your neck.

You loved it all.

You loved having a fierce partner who could really pull off a gorgeous, convincing performance. A performer with passionate vocals like his, and now a fierce and shameless dancer to play alongside of you.

Many things about the boy dancing alongside of you fascinated your interests, from the way you grew close as co-stars to the way you grew even closer as friends.

Could he possibly be.. the person I’d always dreamed of being with…?

He most definitely has met all my personal qualities in a strong friend and more.

…

I wonder.

The final move of your choreography arrangement consisted of both you and Kyungsoo hitting a harmonizing high note as you fall back into his arms, landing inches away from his face.

Needless to say, this was played out flawlessly.

The song ends, both you and Kyungsoo are leveled eye-to-eye, your smiles only centimeters away from each other.

Then, he does the unthinkable.

He smiles.

And it is the kind of smile that catches you so off-guard, you can’t help but feel your face flush with reddening heat as you giggle your way out of his embrace.

“Soo, gosh, I think that was our best performance yet!”

You still can’t stop smiling and gushing over the boy’s perky smile replaying over and over in your head. As you make your way to the camera to rewatch the video, your smile immediately fades almost instantly.

“What’s wrong?” The boy asks, jogging up behind you.

“You’re not gonna believe this… it wasn’t recording.”

“What!?” The boy’s eyes widen tremendously at the thought of the best performance having gone to waste.

“I’m sorry, I guess I didn’t—”

“That’s okay,” he assures, smiling down at you. He takes the camera from your hands and presses the record button firmly, making sure the camera was rolling surely this time. “Who says we can’t do it beautifully again?”

You smile as he holds his hands out for you to take, and you accept. He leads you back to the center of the room and you assume first position as you knew before.

It may sound impossible, but this practice round was miraculously funner and more synced than the last. It felt as if you both had finally found your own personal click with the song in and out, and were finally getting to truly showcase it for what it was meant to be.

The last few moments of the song came in several unexpected surprises. Kyungsoo had once again delivered his end of the final choreography beautifully, and when you met face-to-face again for the dance finale, you impulsively did the unthinkable.

You kissed him.

He didn’t pull back, didn’t make a fuss.

Instead, he gently wrapped his arms around you and kissed you back.

What am I doing!? You think, wanting to pull away from his soft lips but not daring to.

The initial shock hit Kyungsoo for a second, but he didn’t jerk back. He felt as if his manifested thoughts had miraculously turned into reality.

So long I’d been wanting to do this, he thought, but I never guessed what you felt in return.

I’m happy.

Eventually, you pull away first.

“I—I’m sorry—” you stutter, not knowing how to react at the sudden impulse of actions.

The fond boy smiles softly.

“Don’t be,” he whispers.

“But—”

“You did what I’ve been wanting to give you for a while, but could never find a way to,” he admits shyly, cheeks completely flushed.

Oh, you think, not knowing what else to say.

Did I just kiss Do Kyungsoo?

And…

Did Do Kyungsoo just admit that he likes me!?

You turn towards the recording camera and gasp, hopping over to turn it off.

“I guess we can’t post that,” you say flatly. He laughs, taking the camera away from you and studying the video.

“Crop the end, that’s all. At least we waited more than a couple seconds,” he teases.

You reach for your water bottle, still processing the last five minutes of your life.

“Uhm, Soo?” You dare yourself to make eye contact, searching for any signs of possible concern or regret coming from his end.

Surprisingly, he doesn’t seem scared at all.

In fact, he seems a lot more relaxed that he had been all evening.

“Yes?” He smiles at you fondly.

“Uhm… nevermind,” you mumble, turning your attention back to your water bottle.

“Hmm,” he ponders, walking up to you after putting the camera stuff away. “I’m not gonna pretend like nothing happened, but we can keep it a secret.”

“What if I cost us a scandal?”

The boy looks up to the ceiling, then back down to you.

“I think you’ve forgotten we’re supposedly already in a scandalous secret relationship,” he smirks.

You giggle at the realization that you, in fact, are.

“I have a proposition,” he says, holding his hand out towards you. “How about another scandalous coffee date, but this time, you’re my secret lover for real?”

You smile warmly as you place your hand in his, letting him lead you out of the practice room and out to a very familiar and delicious coffee shop near by.

[writingstuffandmore]

Work Affair?

Moodboard Teaser

@prpldahy

Pairing:- Chanyeol x Fem reader

Genre:- Humour, Angst, Fluff

AU!: Corporate, office

Summary:- Love hate relationship? Frenemies? Arch nemesis? Don't know.. Either completely ignored each other's presence or else it was an intense war debacle. What caused him being in so much interested in you, he doesn't know except for the fact that. "People work to live... She lives to work. Her life is nothing but to work and work"

Status: Soon To Be Published

[chogiwass]

Hi cuties!

requests are open! ill try and do everything you request.

some info: i mostly do smut but fluff is great too, my bias is chanyeol and i write more and better abt him, but i can do others too. however if a request is personally disturbing to me i might not post it and tell you if i am writing it or not.

THANKS FOR UNDERSTANDING! ❤️

MASTERLIST

Smut:

In between (Chanyeol x Baekhyun x reader threesome)

Dry humping Chanyeol

Exo fav sex positions

Exo fingering preferences

i hope i get to post more in the future 💗

[wallowinbloodywaters]

looking for a beta reader for my exo fic!!

Here's some basic info:

chaptered, ~3k words each, baekhyun/chanyeol, fantasy, weekly upload schedule

just looking for someone who really likes exo, doesn't mind reading member/member and likes AU's!

i post on AO3 :)

[kjmcotton]

✧*ૂ༄ guideline

If you do,read below ↓

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You can send your request through ask. Requests sent through private message or comment won’t be considered

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I usually write for fem!reader,but you can specify what kind of reader you want in your request.

If I’ll be able to write it,I’ll do it;otherwise I’ll let you know.

I don’t write for male!reader. I’m not able to do it.

How much detailed can my request be?

It can be both detailed or not. As long as it suits an adaptation for a proper plot I’ll write it for you.

How do I know if you have taken my request?

If I’ve taken your request I’ll answer to your ask. If I don’t it’s because your request either doesn’t follow the guideline or it simply makes me uncomfortable

Is there anything you don’t write about?

Yes,there are a few things I don’t write about:

violence,abuse,rape,yandere characters,pregnancy*,disturbing kinks,bdsm,Jongdae smuts in respect of his family

*you can find a pregnancy story on my blog,but I won’t write any more of them since I don’t have enough knowledge of the topic.

What if my request isn’t taken?

If your request isn’t taken I kindly ask you to respect my choice. However,if you have another request that follows the guideline feel free to send it. I’ll be happy to write for you.

How long will it take to my request to be published?

It depends on the request you’ve sent and on how fast I can write it. Some stories may take longer than others, but I’ll deliver them all.

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For more questions or doubts feel free to send an ask,I’ll answer as soon as I can!

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[baekhyunsbestie]

⟢ : STICKY !? ★.ᐟ

exo x f!reader ; the exos n their fave ways to obliterate that coochie 🥰 ⟢ requested by this lovely anonie <3 ty babie!

content: 18+/mdni 3.5k+ words. established relationships. talking u thru it. bulge kink. rough. possessive. marking. overstimulation. explicit language. breeding kink. p in v. creampie. raw juseyooooo <3

⟢ jongin

standing backshots. jongin doesn’t just fuck—he devours. he takes his time, lets the anticipation build, makes you feel every second of his attention before he finally gives you what you’re begging for. and standing backshots? it’s his favorite because it’s raw, desperate, and so damn deep.

his hands are firm on your hips, pulling you back against him as his chest presses into your back, his breath hot against your neck. he likes keeping you right on the edge, teasing, dragging himself along your slick folds, letting you shiver before he finally pushes in.

“fuck, baby,” he groans, voice thick, rough. “so tight—how are you always this tight for me?”

his grip tightens the second you try to move, holding you in place, forcing you to take every inch at his pace. his fingers dig into your hip, guiding you back onto him, slow and deliberate, making sure you feel just how deep he is. and when he finally pulls almost all the way out? he gives you one warning—one low, husky “stay still.”

and then he slams forward, knocking the air from your lungs, your palms pressing into the nearest surface to keep yourself steady. he’s merciless. deep, measured thrusts, grinding into you between each snap of his hips, making sure you’re stretched around him, taking everything he gives you.

“you hear that?” his voice is almost teasing, breathless. “hear how fucking wet you are for me?”

and when your legs start shaking, threatening to give out, he’s already there. one arm wraps around your waist, holding you up, keeping you locked against him as he drives into you from behind, relentless. his lips are on your neck, kissing, biting, whispering filth against your skin as he loses himself in you.

“uh uh, baby. don’t you run from me.” his palm presses into your lower stomach, feeling the way he fills you, the way your body molds around him. “stay your ass right here. i’m not done with you yet.”

he’ll make sure you don’t forget it.

⟢ chanyeol

cowgirl. omg congratulations to you for bouncing on it!!!!!!!!!! chanyeol loves the way you look when you’re on top. all of you—spread out for him, trembling above him, completely at his mercy even when you’re the one in control. he wants to feel you, watch you, let you take him however you want, but if you think for even a second that he’ll just sit back and let you have your way? you’re dead wrong.

his hands are everywhere. gripping your waist, smoothing up your thighs, grabbing handfuls of your ass as he helps you move, his fingers digging into your skin as he watches you take him in, slow and teasing.

“fuck, baby.” his voice is low, wrecked, barely holding himself together. "you feel so fucking good—look at you, riding me so well."

he tries to let you set the pace, he really does, but the second you slow down, teasing, grinding instead of bouncing? his patience snaps.

his hands tighten on your hips, holding you still as he thrusts up into you, deep and sharp, knocking the breath right out of you.

“you think you can play with me?” his voice is a rasp, his head falling back against the pillows for a second before his dark, blown-out eyes find yours again. “nah, baby. you wanna tease me? you better be ready for this.”

he grabs you, pulling you flush against his chest, his arms caging you in as he plants his feet against the mattress and starts fucking up into you—hard. his grip is unrelenting, forcing you to take it, making sure you feel every thick, deep stroke.

“shit—you're gripping me so tight—fuck.”

he’s panting now, his lips brushing against your ear, his groans turning into deep, desperate moans as he loses himself in the way you feel around him. one hand slides up your back, threading through your hair, tugging just enough to tilt your head back as he leans in, lips hovering over yours.

“say my name, baby.” his voice is wrecked, pleading, demanding. “louder. let me hear you.”

and when you finally give him what he wants, his control snaps completely. he flips you over in one move, pinning you beneath him, his hands on either side of your head as he drives into you, raw and desperate, completely consumed by you.

“fuck, i need you—i need all of you—” his forehead presses against yours, his breath mixing with yours, his hips snapping faster, “you're mine, baby. you're fucking mine.”

and he’ll make sure you never forget it.

⟢ sehun

missionary (but make it intense). sehun might seem nonchalant on the outside, but don’t let that fool you. when he has you beneath him, pinned down, there’s nothing gentle about the way he takes you. missionary with him isn’t just some slow, sweet affair—it’s raw, primal, and so deeply intimate that you can’t escape his gaze, even if you wanted to.

his hands are everywhere— fingers laced with yours, pinning your wrists above your head as he presses his body against yours, chest to chest, hips locked together. his thrusts are deep, measured, deliberate, each one hitting you right where you need him, each one dragging out a gasp, a moan, a whimper that only fuels him more.

his eyes stay locked on yours, dark and blown out, his breath mingling with yours as he leans in, his lips just barely brushing against yours with every thrust.

“you feel that?” his voice is a low growl, sending shivers down your spine as he grinds his hips against yours, making sure you feel every inch of him. “you’re mine—every fucking part of you.”

and he doesn’t just say it—he shows it. he shifts, angling his hips just right, making you arch up off the bed, your nails dragging down his back, your legs wrapping tighter around his waist.

his lips find your neck, teeth scraping gently before sucking a mark into your skin, claiming you in every possible way. his hands move from your wrists to your thighs, gripping, pulling you impossibly closer, deeper.

“look at me,” he demands, voice rough, almost pleading. “i want to see you. i want to see what i do to you.”

and when you meet his gaze, eyes wide and glassy, completely undone beneath him? he loses it.

his pace quickens, thrusts turning sharp, almost punishing, each one sending shockwaves through your body. but even then, he keeps his focus on you—watching every reaction, every moan, every tremble.

“fuck—just like that,” he breathes, his voice cracking, his control slipping. “let me feel you, baby. let me feel you come apart for me.”

and when you do—when your body arches into him, when you cry out his name, when you tighten around him so hard he sees stars— he doesn’t stop.

he keeps going, keeps moving, keeps fucking into you with everything he has, chasing his own release, needing to be as close to you as possible. his forehead presses against yours, his breath ragged, lips finding yours in a desperate, messy kiss as he finally lets go, spilling into you with a deep, shuddering groan.

even after, when you’re both panting, bodies tangled together, he refuses to pull away. his hands gently stroke your hair, his lips pepper soft kisses across your face, his voice a whispered promise.

“you’re mine,” he murmurs, a soft, possessive growl lingering in his words. “all mine.”

⟢ kyungsoo

doggy style. kyungsoo is a perfectionist, and that extends to the way he ruins you in bed. he likes control, likes watching your body react to every precise thrust, likes knowing that he’s the one making you lose yourself. doggy style is his ideal position—he gets to set the pace, decide just how deep he’s going to bury himself inside you, how hard he’s going to snap his hips until you’re trembling.

it starts slow, deliberate—his hands gripping your hips, spreading you open, taking his time to savor the sight of you arching for him. his voice is low, rough as he murmurs, “stay just like that.” and then the moment he decides you’re ready? his grip tightens, fingers digging into your skin as he slams forward, knocking the breath right out of your lungs.

he’s ruthless with it—grinding in deep, pulling almost all the way out just to thrust back in and make you whimper for more. one hand presses into the small of your back, keeping you arched perfectly for him, the other wrapping around your throat as he leans over you, voice like a growl against your ear.

“look at you.” his tone is controlled, but there’s a dark edge to it. “taking me so well. you like this, don’t you?”

and the second he hears you gasp yes—or, even better, if you’re too wrecked to speak? he chuckles, slow and dangerous, pulling out just to leave you desperate, whining, arching back for him. his palm lands hard against your ass, the sting making you jolt before he drives back in, harder this time, setting an unforgiving rhythm that has your fingers clawing at the sheets.

but kyungsoo doesn’t just fuck you—he watches you fall apart. his grip tightens when you start shaking, when your legs threaten to give out, when your moans dissolve into nothing but broken gasps. and when you do collapse forward, body trembling, he’s right there behind you, pulling you back against his chest, his hand wrapping around your jaw to turn your face to him.

“we’re not done yet.” his lips brush your cheek, deceptively soft. “you wanted more, didn’t you? keep up, baby.”

he’ll make sure you do. again and again.

⟢ junmyeon

desk/tabletop. junmyeon has an air of sophistication, but behind closed doors? he’s anything but refined. he loves bending you over the nearest surface—his office desk, the kitchen counter, even the damn piano if he’s feeling particularly indulgent. his fingers press into your back, keeping you arched just the way he likes.

"you’re gonna take all of me, right?"

his tone is teasing, calculated—but there’s an edge of warning beneath it. because junmyeon isn’t asking. he’s telling.

his fingers curl around your hip, pulling you back onto him, slow, deep, stretching you open until your breath stutters. he watches your body react to him, watches you arch further, your back curving under his touch like you’re made for him.

and that’s when he loses the last of his patience.

his grip tightens, his control slipping as he thrusts in hard, knocking the air out of your lungs. the desk shakes beneath you, papers sliding to the floor, but he doesn’t care. he’s completely focused on you, on the way you gasp his name, on the way your body clenches around him.

“fuck, baby—” his voice falters just for a second before he catches himself, regaining that controlled, commanding tone. “so tight—taking me so fucking well.”

he leans over you, his hand pressing firm against the small of your back, keeping you exactly where he wants you. his lips ghost over the shell of your ear, his breath warm, teasing as he whispers,

“don’t even think about running from this.”

he picks up his pace then, driving into you harder, sharper, until your nails scrape at the wood beneath you. he’s relentless, precise, the way only junmyeon can be—like he’s planned this down to the very last detail, like he already knows exactly how to ruin you.

and when he feels you start to break beneath him, when your moans dissolve into soft, breathless whimpers? he slows, dragging it out, making you feel every thick, deep stroke.

his teasing smirk is the last thing you register before he snaps his hips forward one last time, groaning against your skin as he finally, finally gives in.

and even after, when he’s still catching his breath, his body pressed against yours, his hands stay exactly where they are. because junmyeon may be composed in public, but behind closed doors? he’s anything but refined.

⟢ baekhyun

meeeeaaaann mating press. baekhyun is controlled, precise, and unbelievably strong—and he loves using that strength to keep you exactly where he wants you. the moment he presses you down beneath him, folding your legs up against your chest, pinning you beneath his weight, you already know you aren’t going anywhere.

his grip is firm, unyielding, fingers digging into the backs of your thighs as he pushes you open wider, making sure there’s nowhere to hide, no way to escape the way he stretches you out. his breathing is slow, measured, his dark eyes locked onto yours as he lines himself up, the head of his cock dragging along your slick folds, teasing you, making you wait.

"ready for me, baby?" he murmurs, his voice rough, dripping with quiet dominance. he watches your lips part, watches the way your body trembles in anticipation—and then he pushes in, slow and deliberate, filling you inch by inch until he’s seated deep inside.

and he doesn’t move.

he stays there, his chest flush against yours, his forehead nearly touching yours, his breath mixing with yours as he lets you feel it— the stretch, the pressure, the way he’s buried so deep inside you it leaves you breathless.

"fuck—look at you," he groans, his voice low and wrecked as he pulls out just an inch before snapping his hips forward, making you gasp.

and then he starts moving.

his thrusts are slow at first, devastatingly deep, grinding against you in slow, measured rolls of his hips, making sure you feel every inch. his grip on your thighs tightens, holding you wide open, making sure you take all of him, making sure you don’t run.

but then your nails rake down his back. your moans turn higher, sharper, needier. your body clenches around him so perfectly, so tight—and whatever restraint he had? gone.

he snaps his hips into you, sharp and relentless, his pace turning brutal, his thrusts hard enough to make the bed frame creak beneath you.

his hand slides down your stomach, pressing firmly, feeling the way he moves inside you, feeling how deep he is.

"ya feel that, baby?" his voice is thick, breathless. "feel how deep i am? you’re taking me so fucking well."

his other hand wraps around your throat, not squeezing, just tilting your head up, forcing you to meet his gaze, forcing you to stay in this moment with him.

"don’t look away." his thumb brushes against your jaw, his lips ghosting over yours, his breath ragged as he fucks into you harder. "i wanna see your pretty face when you cum all on my cock."

and when you finally break—when your body tenses, when your back arches, when you sob his name and tighten around him so hard it nearly makes him lose his mind?

he groans, his pace stuttering, his own release hitting just as hard as yours. his grip on you tightens, his body pressing flush against yours as he buries himself deep one last time, letting go completely.

but he doesn’t let you go.

his arms stay wrapped around you, his hands soothing over your thighs, his lips pressing soft, lazy kisses to your shoulder.

"holy fuck, sweetheart," he sighs, his voice still rough, still breathless. "so fucking perfect for me."

and when you’re too wrecked to even move, to even speak?

he just smirks, shifting his hips just slightly, still buried inside you, still keeping you folded beneath him.

"mm, let’s go again," he murmurs, "i’m not done with you yet."

⟢ minseok

reverse cowgirl. minseok is all about control, but he also loves watching you lose yourself on top of him. he leans back, arms resting behind his head, looking effortlessly relaxed—but his eyes? sharp, dark, completely locked onto the way your body moves. he lets you set the pace at first, biting his lip as he watches you roll your hips, taking him in so beautifully, your back arching as you sink down on him again and again.

but what really drives him insane? the way your ass bounces with every move.

his jaw tightens, his fingers twitch against the sheets, his restraint hanging by a thread as he watches the way you take him—so fucking deep, so perfect. he lets out a low, appreciative groan, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips.

“shit, baby,” he rasps, his voice thick with arousal. “look at you—fuck, you’re so pretty like this.”

he watches, transfixed, letting you ride him at your own pace—until he decides he wants more.

the second he sees your thighs tremble, your rhythm faltering just slightly, his hands are on you. strong, firm, unrelenting.

his fingers dig into your waist, holding you still before slamming his hips up, driving himself deeper into you with a force that makes you cry out.

"getting tired, baby?" his voice is teasing, smooth, dripping with amusement as he watches you struggle to keep up. he pulls you back against his chest in one swift motion, his arms caging you in as he takes full control.

his hands slide lower, gripping your ass, spreading you open just to watch the way you swallow him up with every thrust.

"fuck—look at that," he groans, his voice dark with obsession. "you see how good you take me? how perfect you are bouncing on my cock?"

his fingers dig in tighter as he guides you up and down, slow, deep, precise, making sure you feel every inch. and when he hears that soft, wrecked whimper—when your body starts to tremble again, threatening to collapse—he just chuckles, breath warm against your skin.

“don’t worry,” he murmurs against your ear, his lips grazing your jaw as his grip tightens. “i’ll take care of ya.”

and then he does—grinding up into you, rolling his hips deep, making sure you feel every fucking inch of him. his fingers trail down your stomach, teasing where you’re already so sensitive, circling, stroking, pushing you closer to the edge.

"that's it," his voice turns husky, his breath ragged against your ear. "i want to feel ya come apart just like this. show me how good you can be for me."

and when you finally do—when your body locks up, your moans breaking into desperate sobs, your nails clawing at his arms— he just smirks, tilting your chin back for a deep, possessive kiss as he fucks you through it.

because with minseok? he doesn’t just let you ride him—he makes sure you fall apart on top of him.

⟢ yixing

with yixing, spooning isn’t just a position—it’s an experience. everything he does is slow, deliberate, and devastatingly deep. he loves the closeness of it—your body flush against his, your legs tangled together, your back pressed to his chest as he moves inside you, stretching you open with every slow, intoxicating stroke.

his lips never leave your skin, trailing open-mouthed kisses along the curve of your shoulder, his tongue flicking out to taste, teeth grazing just enough to make you shiver. he murmurs soft praises between breathy groans, his voice low, heavy with pure, unfiltered want.

“you feel so good, baby,” he sighs, his arm tightening around your waist, pulling you even closer, like he’s trying to mold you against him.

his free hand is restless, exploring—fingertips ghosting over your stomach, teasing the softness of your skin, dipping between your thighs with an unbearable slowness. he’s not just touching you; he’s memorizing you, learning what makes you gasp, what makes your body tense, what makes you fall apart.

his voice is gentle but firm, rasping against your ear, “let me take my time with you, baby. i wanna feel all of you.”

and god, he does.

the way he rolls his hips is devastating—unhurried, deep, so precise it feels like he’s unraveling you with every slow thrust. he doesn’t just chase his own pleasure; he savors every little reaction from you, waiting, listening, learning.

he tilts his head, pressing a kiss to your temple, and then… he adjusts just slightly, just enough to hit that perfect spot inside you, the angle making your breath stutter, your fingers digging into his arm. he notices immediately.

his grip tightens, his hand sliding down your thigh to hitch your leg higher over his, holding you there as he grinds into you, deeper, more deliberate, drawing out every shudder, every desperate moan.

“yeah, that’s it,” he breathes against your ear, his lips curling into a soft, knowing smile. “let go for me, baby. let me feel you.”

and the moment he feels your body start to tremble, your breath hitching, he doesn’t stop.

he pushes you through it, dragging you over the edge with slow, relentless precision, whispering something possessive, something sweet, his voice dripping with adoration as he holds you tighter, deeper, refusing to let you go until you’re completely undone in his arms.

even after, when your body is boneless, trembling against him, he doesn’t pull away. his lips graze over your shoulder, pressing soft, lingering kisses, his fingers drawing lazy patterns over your stomach.

“i could stay like this forever,” he murmurs, voice warm, his arms locking around you, holding you close.

and he means it.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ a/n ꒱ ˎˊ˗ PHEEEWWWWW!

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Hypnotic | Chanyeol

Chanyeol x Reader, bffs to lovers au! Word count: 2469 Genre: smut Author: maari  Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!! Sex without condom (don't do this at home), fingering and oral (f receiving), sex in the pool, big dick energy, we have a tiny voyeurism. This is pure filthy. Note: I swear I'm trying to improve my smuts, they look so much better in my head lol and also, you guys were reading my mind because I've been wanting to write the sequel for a while. Can be read as a standalone but of course I'm gonna recommend you to read the part 1. Request: so a few months back I requested a Chanyeol fic with a innocent reader and I was hoping if you could make a part two to it the fic is call sexual fantasy’s ⫷ Exo Masterlist

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Chanyeol and Y/N ran their hands over each other's bodies truthfully, while she took the opportunity to scratch his back covered by the long-sleeved shirt he was wearing, Chanyeol had his torso pressed against hers on the mattress and his indecisive hands took turns between grab the back of her head or chin.

Their kiss was desperate and quick, as if the world was about to end and they only had that moment for their hungry lips to meet and at the same time, to make up for lost time.

They couldn't waste a single minute.

Y/N felt her lips numb, she had no idea how long they had been there savoring each other's taste but she didn't want to stop, and Chanyeol felt the air running out of his lungs but all he did was press his body even more against her.

The atmosphere in the room was hot, that was exactly how they both felt, as if they were in a fire and everything seemed to explode quickly when Y/N's bold hands invaded inside his shirt, caressing and scratching his hot skin.

It was enough for Chanyeol to break the kiss by biting her bottom lip eagerly, pulling towards him in a way that made her hiss, he pulled away when he released her lip and pressed their foreheads together, his panting breath hitting Y/'s face, who only opened her eyes to let herself be mesmerized by the image of Chanyeol so close to her.

“Naughty.” he laughed softly, making her entire body shiver.

“Still think I’m innocent?” she asked, breathless.

She saw him open his eyes and raise his eyebrow.

“I don’t know, I’m still confused.” Y/N narrowed her eyes and before she could retort his large hand found her soaked panties, the only response she could give was rolling her eyes before closing them and swallowing a moan.

She felt her entire face heat up and lost the image of Chanyeol smiling dirtily at her.It was impossible to control the force as her body brushed against his palm. He was touching her in the most superficial way and yet he already had her completely in his hand, literally.

But all that bubble of excitement for what was to come was interrupted by the ringing of Chanyeol's phone, she opened her eyes at the same moment and looked pleadingly at him, who just continued smiling and took his phone out of his pocket with his other hand, answering it.

"Hey." He managed to keep his voice at a normal tone but Y/N had to bring both hands to her mouth to muffle the sound of her moaning when he stuck two fingers inside her. "What am I doing?" His eyes had a gleam of amusement and Y/N pressed her lips together when he began to move his fingers slowly inside her. “Taking care of a really bad girl.” She opened her eyes wide and he winked at her, then laughed while still moving his fingers inside her hot, wet flesh. “Of course it’s Zzar I’m talking about, Sehun-ah.”

Y/N felt her whole face heat up with embarrassment as her legs shook and she wriggled her toes, Chanyeol had long fingers that were reaching a spot she wanted but without increasing the speed, it bordered on torture.

It was the perfect punishment.

"What now?" he stopped moving his fingers and Y/N complained softly, watching him carefully. Chanyeol took a deep breath. “Okay, I’ll be right there.”

He removed his fingers from her and Y/N felt a gigantic cold, as well as frustration, as soon as he turned off the phone she took her hands away from her mouth. She was breathing so heavily that she drew his eyes to her.

"What?" Y/N's voice came out with no strength and practically no sound.

“I'm going to have to go to the studio.” he said angrily.

"Now?" she spoke a little louder, in disbelief, resting her elbows on the bed.

He smirked and got up from the bed, adjusting his pants, Y/N's eyes focused on the visible erection and she felt her mouth water.

Chanyeol walked over to her and bent down so he could speak close to her ear, which gave her goosebumps before his voice even came out.

“Don’t you dare leave, we still have a lot to do.”

Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine and bit her lip to contain her wide smile, she looked at him and nodded. Even if she wanted to leave, she didn't have the strength in her legs to do so.

She didn't need any other promise from Chanyeol, because as soon as he left the room, he stopped at the door and took the fingers that were previously inside her to his mouth, savoring what he had collected and let out a loud grunt that caused Y/N's panties to become even wetter and rub against her legs to create some kind of friction.

Torture would be waiting for him to come back because even though she could use her own fingers again, she knew it wouldn't be enough.

[...]

Y/N felt anxiety take over her body, she was sweating cold but her body felt warm. How was that possible?

The panties were still wet and even though it had only been an hour since Chanyeol had left, it felt like an eternity, she looked like she would climb the walls at any moment. She needed his fingers again to finish what she had started, she needed more than that actually. A lot more.

When she heard the door of the house open, she ran over there, seemed completely desperate? Yes, but she didn't care.

Chanyeol entered and as soon as he saw her anxiously in front of him, he smiled, closing the door and locking it again.

Although she wanted to ask something naughty or directly if they were going to finish what they had started soon because the soaked pussy was starting to frustrate her, she couldn't. Not when his eyes seemed focused on her like prey.

"Come with me." he said and grabbed her hand before dropping his keys and phone haphazardly on the couch.

Y/N let herself be led to the back of the house and frowned when he took her to the edge of the pool, but she became even more confused when he started taking off his clothes right there.

Not that she would complain, but she was curious to know what was going on in his mind.

Chanyeol was left in just his underwear and was practically eaten by Y/N's watchful eyes. She had seen photos of him without a shirt before, the same ones that the entire internet had seen, but in person it was much better.

All she wanted was to scratch his broad shoulders.

“Are you just going to watch?” he raised an eyebrow when he saw her biting her lip hard and she looked at him. “Won’t you want to come in?”

He entered the pool and purposely moaned when the cold water dominated his body. He continued looking at her as he moved away from the edge, he wanted to find some sign of giving up but he didn't see it in her eyes.

Quite the opposite in fact, Y/N smiled lightly and took off Chanyeol's hoodie in one quick movement, her body shivered from the low temperature of the night and also from the way Chanyeol observed her body from top to bottom, he looked as mesmerized as she was.

And Y/N wasn't going to lie, it was making her feel powerful.

Y/N's underwear, although simple, was also delicate, in a pastel tone she looked really innocent. She entered the pool so slowly and without taking her eyes off him that Chanyeol couldn't take his attention away from her.

However, as soon as she approached him, all that slow provocation evaporated into thin air when he pulled her by the waist so they could start a quick and desperate kiss, her hands automatically went to his shoulders, the kiss was eager and almost sloppy. Tongues and tastes mixed as if they wanted to be one.

Chanyeol's hands pressed on Y/N's waist, who understood the message and wrapped her legs around his waist, unable to contain herself, she began to rub her hips against his while Chanyeol walked to the edge so he could lean her there.

There wasn't a single part of their bodies that weren't touching and even that wasn't enough, the heavy breathing and stolen air wasn't a concern for either of them.

Chanyeol broke the kiss and before Y/N could start a new one, he lifted her by the waist until she sat on the edge, feeling the excitement in her belly and knowing what she would see next, she just let him pull her panties away with his hand.

Without wasting time, he eagerly brought his mouth to her pussy, Y/N just sighed softly as she grabbed his hair and closed her eyes, feeling his tongue deftly roam the entire length of her flesh.

He sucked her greedily, his tongue pressed on the right spots and Y/N felt her strength drain away with each lick of him, all she could do was plead in a suffering whisper while she pulled his hair.

But he had no intention of stopping, so he placed his hand on her navel and made her lie down on the floor, put her legs over his shoulder and went back to eating her with the insatiable hunger he felt for her.

Y/N felt her body tremble and heat up at the same time, the sensation he was taking to her lower abdomen was so delicious that she had nothing to do but beg him to go faster, her heart was beating hard and she felt that could cum at any minute.

However, Chanyeol didn't want to end her pleasure so quickly, this was just the beginning, there was no need to rush it. That's why he alternated the speed of his tongue, sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly.

Her moans and the sound her wet pussy made every time his tongue licked her were music to his ears, and even though his cock was pulsing to be inside her, he didn't want to stop.

Y/N moaned a little louder when she felt his fingers enter her pussy while his tongue lingered on her clit, she felt like she was about to explode and pressed her thighs against his face.

It all became too much for her to handle the moment he spoke against her pussy.

“Cum in my mouth, baby girl.”

It was enough for her to come undone and obey him, cumming violently while moaning for a long time.

"Good girl." he spoke as he drank every drop of her pleasure, causing her body's involuntary spasms to only increase.

Y/N took a deep breath, without strength in her legs and looked at him as he took his face from between her legs, licking his lips, he had a lust on his face that made her pussy throb even more.

He got out of the pool, wet and with his erection visible, after putting her panties in place and Y/N considered sucking him right there, but he held out his hand so she could get up and she did.

Without having anything to say, they kissed again, Y/N feeling her own taste in his mouth, and then they walked blindly back into the house without worrying about getting the floor wet.

“Have you given up swimming in the pool?” she asked between the kiss as she felt his hands run all over her body.

"I want you in my bed." he replied and started kissing her neck, distributing bites. “We can fuck in the pool another day.”

Y/N smiled mischievously at the idea of being together again in such a carnal way, after all that was what she always wanted.

He took her to the bedroom and the rest of the wet clothes they were still wearing fell along the way on the floor, Y/N brought her hands to scratch his back as she felt his teeth penetrate her skin.

Chanyeol lay on top of her, placing his hands on her thighs so that she lifted her legs towards his waist. They both moaned at the shallow contact of their hot hips.

He pulled his face away to look at her firmly and intensely.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked quietly, seeing her nod.

“Fuck me, Park.”

He smiled evilly, held his dick to line up at her entrance and penetrated at once, firm and hard, making her moan loudly and grab his back as she lost the air in her lungs.

Y/N wanted to see his face fucking her up close but she couldn't as her eyes rolled back in pleasure and she closed them tightly feeling him enter her as deep as no one else had done. He seemed to tear her apart from the inside and her pussy contracted internally, causing him to moan against her ear.

He kept the rhythm steady and deep, she was so hot it was driving him crazy and irrational, he was moving in and out of her like an animal just to hear her moan beautifully beneath him.

Y/N took her hands to his ass and squeezed, she wanted it even deeper as if she could make him go even deeper inside her, Chanyeol then took his hands to her waist and pinned her against the mattress and started thrusting even deeper, Y/N's moans only increased as did the speed at which he entered and exited her.

She begged him with disjointed sentences, her voice barely came out as he grunted hoarsely and the sounds that their hips made in that sensual and carnal dance was making the room even more erotic.

But it was only when he took a finger to her clitoris and applied the right pressure, following the same speed as his hips, that Y/N moaned loudly and then came. Chanyeol kept thrusting, making her hypersensitive, until he reached his own climax, which didn't take long.

He fell on top of her, breathing heavily as she ran out of strength, hands falling to her sides as she swallowed hard, trying to recover.

Chanyeol got out of her and lay down next to her, taking his hand to gently caress Y/N's face, who opened her eyes to look at him with a genuine smile.

“Catch your breath because I’m not done yet.” he said, smiling widely.

"Great, me either."

[noona-clock]

Encounter - Part 1

Use this as a free pass to write whatever you like for Yeolie or Suho 😉 ily, I miss you!! 💕

eeeeeeeep! thank you for this request @trishmarieco 🫶 ily imy icwtsya (i love you i miss you i can't wait to see you again)

Genre: Star Trek!AU, Enemies-to-Lovers Lite

Pairing: Chanyeol x You (Female!Reader)

Warnings: None

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 | Words: 1,846

You had no idea why you were so nervous.

Sure, you were just minutes away from being transported onto the USS Solstice, your first official starship assignment. Sure, you'd spent the last few years after graduating from the academy on a science research assignment on Ligos VII and were leaving behind a life of stability on a planet for a life in space. Sure, you'd just been promoted to Lieutenant and would be assigned more responsibilities.

But what was there to be nervous about? Your time at Starfleet Academy had prepared you for this!

And as you stealthily gazed around at the small group of cadets, ensigns, and lieutenants who'd been assigned to the Solstice along with you, you noticed none of them looked at all nervous.

So, even though your stomach was queasy with butterflies, you forced a placid expression onto your face. Sometimes, pretending to not be nervous helped you to actually not be nervous, right?

That's what you'd tell yourself, at least.

But then. Just as the group of six ahead of you stepped onto the transporter platform at the Starbase, ready to beam up to the Solstice... you saw and heard someone run up to join those of you who were still waiting.

And when you turned to look to see who it was...

Your eyes narrowed.

Oh, great.

Him.

Of course.

Of course! Of course, Chanyeol had also been assigned to the Solstice.

Once you'd graduated from the Academy and almost immediately accepted a position on the research team, you had sighed heavily with relief at the fact that you would no longer have to see, speak, interact, or compete with Chanyeol.

Apparently, your era of peace had ended.

Luckily, Chanyeol's uniform was gold (yours being blue, of course) so the two of you would at least be working in different departments. Though, that was no surprise since he'd been an Engineering major.

And looking back on things, it really didn't make much sense why the two of you had been rivals. You'd focused on planetary sciences and stellar cartography -- once you'd completed all of your required general education courses, you and Chanyeol had barely had any classes together.

But somehow, you would always encounter each other and end up comparing grades and scores. Most likely, it had just been because you were both competing to be Valedictorian (an honor that ended up going to neither of you). At least, that's really the most sense you could make of why you'd had such a rivalry with him.

As the transporter Chief motioned for your group to step onto the platform, you focused your gaze ahead of you, desperately trying to avoid catching Chanyeol's eye.

You knew you'd have to face him eventually, but the longer you could put it off, the bet --

"Well, well, well," Chanyeol chuckled as he stepped onto the transporter pad closest to you. "Look who it is. Did you see that I had been assigned to the Solstice and immediately put in a request of your own?"

You shouldn't even reply. You knew you shouldn't reply. You were an adult! There was really no place for any sort of rivalry on a Starfleet ship, especially between people who worked in completely different departments!

But you couldn't stop yourself.

"Actually, no," you said cooly. "Quite the opposite, in fact. As soon as I saw you just now, I had to talk myself down from requesting a re-assignment."

A smirk tugged at Chanyeol's lips, but you were transported onto the ship before he had the chance to say anything else.

Luckily, there was no chance to continue your conversation -- if you could call it that -- once you arrived on the Solstice since the two of you were almost immediately ordered to report to your respective departments after setting your bags down in your newly-assigned quarters. At least you had that thought to comfort you: you and Chanyeol were in different departments (he in Engineering, you in Science), and would be working in totally different parts of the ship, for the most part. Unless you ran into each other in the mess hall or both eventually made your way onto the bridge as officers, you probably wouldn't even see him!

You tried to stop yourself even thinking about seeing, running into, or speaking to him as you walked briskly down the hallway of deck seven toward your quarters. You had a job to do, and you had to jump into doing it as soon as you dropped your luggage off. There was simply no time to think about anything other than your new position in the stellar cartography lab, much less your academic rival from the academy. I mean, you were in the real world now, and had been for some time! Your life at the academy barely mattered anymore. What really mattered was what you'd learned there!

Your quarters came into sight, then, several yards ahead of you just before the hallway started to curve. You sped up to reach them as soon as possible --

But you came to a sudden stop just before arriving at your door.

Because someone was standing at the doors right across from yours, and rather than opening the door to go inside, he was staring at you.

Smirking.

"Are we neighbors, then?" Chanyeol asked, his tone light and teasing.

Somehow, you were able to answer him with a steady "Appears so." Your stomach was flipping over itself with anxiety, and your heart was still racing from walking so quickly that it was a wonder you had managed to speak at all.

Chanyeol raised his eyebrows at you, his smirk growing just a bit. "This'll be fun."

He pressed the button to open the door then, leaving you standing out in the hallway, your jaw clenched and your hand white-knuckle gripping the strap of your bag.

Ugh!

Were you being punished for something? Had you unknowingly done something against Starfleet regulation and were now facing the consequences? You couldn't think of another reason why this would be happening to you!

As you pushed the button next to your own door and stomped inside, you had to fight back a bemused laugh because really, truly, and honestly -- you didn't have time for this! You had a job to do!

So, after dropping your duffel onto your new bed, you turned on your heel and headed right back out into the hallway.

Why were you even the least bit surprised when you almost ran into Chanyeol? Again?

Well, you were determined to get the last word this time.

You narrowed your eyes at him, took a few steps in the direction of the lab, and hissed, "Don't blow up the warp core."

Before Chanyeol could reply, you broke out into a speedy walk, heading away from him.

Just before you turned the corner, though, you heard his chuckle, and he called out, "If I did, you know I'd invite you to watch the show!"

Damn it! How did he always manage it?!

Despite your best efforts, you saw, ran into, and spoke to Chanyeol a bit more than you'd initially thought.

You had both been put on Alpha shift, so every morning at 0745, the two of you left your quarters to head to Engineering and Stellar Cartography. Even when you'd tried to leave earlier than normal, you'd still managed to run into him, so you'd eventually given up. It's not like you wanted him to dictate how you lived your life, anyway!

You also ran into each other in the mess hall every day at 1200 for lunch, and more than once during the first few months on board the Solstice, you'd even arrived at the Holodeck at the same time! Sometimes, it seemed like, no matter where you went or how hard you tried to avoid him, you simply couldn't.

Chanyeol was just always there.

Teasing you.

You would say that you felt like you were back at the academy, but that would be a lie. Maybe it was because you were both adults now or because the environment on a starship was just totally different than on campus -- no matter what the reason, the tension between the two of you was just different. And if you thought about it too much, it would drive you crazy.

So, you didn't. You ignored him and ignored your thoughts about him as much as you could. You were polite and responded to him when it was appropriate, but as soon as he started to tease you about your work or your perfectionism or your analytical brain, you would do your best to just roll your eyes and walk away.

It worked, most of the time. There were some times you simply couldn't help yourself and gave back exactly what he'd given to you. But it was during those times that it was most apparent that something was different in the way you interacted with each other. Hence why you ignored him as much as you could!

You should've known.

In fact, as soon as your commanding officer informed you of the away mission you'd been assigned to with Lieutenant Park from Engineering, you were embarrassed that you hadn't seen it coming.

The universe obviously wanted the two of you to face each other and -- what? Work out your differences? Become friends? Chanyeol was an arrogant jerk, so you couldn't particularly see yourself warming to him enough to call him a friend.

But, at this point, you were beginning to think that what you wanted was irrelevant. Chanyeol kept worming his way into your life, so maybe it was time to just accept it and be civil. Not tease him back. In fact, maybe what you needed to do was to go so far as to tell him to stop teasing you in the first place!

You were determined to do just that as, the next day, you headed into the shuttle bay to embark on your mission -- you would grab the first opportunity you could to tell Chanyeol that it was time to put your academy rivalry to rest now!

As soon as you stepped onto the shuttle, though, Chanyeol greeted you with "How many other science geeks did you have to fight to get assigned to this mission with me?"

You instantly forgot every single reason why you should be civil to him.

"If you think I want to go on an away mission on a shuttle with you, you're delusional," you retorted.

"I've been called many things, sweetheart, but 'delusional' has never been one of them."

You whirled on him, clenching your fists at your side. "Do not call me 'sweetheart,'" you sneered.

Chanyeol smirked at you and lifted one hand to give you a two-fingered salute. "Yes, ma'am."

At that, you could only roll your eyes and huff out your frustration.

Not even two minutes into the mission -- you hadn't even started the shuttle, for Pete's sake! -- and you were already rolling your eyes!

This was going to be a long three days.

Part 2

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— sugar daddy line

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— pda

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kim minseok

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kim junmyeon

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— handsome stranger | f

— strictly business | s, r 🌹

— yours | f, a, r

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byun baekhyun

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— soft side | f, r

— the bodyguard | f, a, r

— broken promises | a, r

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kim jongdae

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— caught in the act | s, f 🌷🌹

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— swervin | s

kim jongin

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— friendly competition | f

— take a break | f, r

oh sehun

— 10:07 pm | s

— firsts | s, f, r

[100hyunswife]

PLAYBOY (part one) | 100hyunswife

college au

virgin!f. reader x college student!Baekhyun x Chanyeol is your brother

genre: suggestive - smut in later chapter of series

wc: 3.8k

warnings: friends to lovers, messy fwb; not too much going on in this part - alcohol mentioned; implied sex among side characters; steamy kissing and hickey giving; eventual smut coming in later chapter; eventual angst in future chapter (but there will be a happy ending).

synopsis: it’s the summer before your freshman year of college. you’re excited to be reunited with your older brother chanyeol, but who knew that your summer would be filled with his best friend—experienced playboy baek—showing you the ropes of intimacy.

a/n: super wanted to get part one out for baekhyun’s birthday (happy 33rd bby) and thanks for the lovely anon who requested this! - veronica <3

Having Chanyeol as a brother meant that you were there to witness him and his friends’ shenanigans in high school… or fall victim to them. You’ll never forgive him for pushing you into the pool while you were in your prom dress.

There was one friend in particular that he was always with—the humorous but extremely talented, Byun Baekhyun. He was loud, a little obnoxious, slightly rough around the edges, but definitely filled with charm. He could brighten anyone’s day. You were the third wheel among them, but it was endearing to see their relationship grow. They heavily bonded over their shared love of music. You knew first hand how talented Chanyeol was with instruments. He took up the guitar and drums so easily; he was a natural. Baekhyun on the other hand wielded the power of his voice. That guy could sing, you had to give him that. A powerful voice with a beautifully smooth tone emitted from him whenever he’d unconsciously sing while doing medial tasks. You were around him one time when he was cleaning up a mess that him and Chanyeol made; he was just casually singing away, but it was such a treat to your ears.

Now, Chanyeol and Baekhyun are both music majors in college to hone their craft. You’re two years younger than them, so when Chanyeol left for college, you had to admit it got a bit lonely during those couple of years without your sibling (nor the rowdy one he called his best friend). You got to see Yeol during winter break, but you still missed just getting to knock on his door and bug him with whatever’s on your mind.

However, this period of distant contact is about to end. It’s the summer after your senior year of high school and you’ll be heading off to college yourself. You had been admitted to the same university and didn’t want to pass up the opportunity to be close to your brother again, and, it doesn’t hurt to save money on rent by having an automatic roommate who can’t say no.

Currently, you’re at Chanyeol’s apartment to start moving in your things and check out the space that will become your new home. While investigating, you hear a key slide into the door handle. You’re ready to be greeted with Chanyeol—you decided to surprise him and not tell him you were coming today. You excitedly make your way over to the door, only to be met with Baekhyun’s shocked expression as he stands in the door frame, cases of beer in hand. You’re frozen. You stand there motionless for two reasons: the unexpected visitor, but also, the new shell that visitor is in. You’re stunned by the developed appearance of the man in front of you.

He looks different. Or maybe you just hadn’t noticed how attractive he was back when him and Yeol were fooling around at home. For one, his hair is styled up and away from his face, very different from the shaggy bowl-cut you knew him for. Who knew that a man’s forehead could be so significant. Truth be told, you looked different as well. Since Baekhyun never joined Yeol for his annual winter break visits, the last time Baekhyun saw you was when you were a moody disheveled teenager. You’ve grown passed that now and have fully stepped into a newer, comfortable skin. An identity of what you deem as mature and womanly. You both take each other in; you try to be discreet at it while Baekhyun, without reservation, clearly looks you up and down.

Baekhyun is the first to speak. “y/n?” He asks in awe and curiosity.

You give a gentle nod. “Hi, Baekhyun,” you stammer out, “I wasn’t expecting you, I’m sorry. I thought you were Chanyeol coming home.” You awkwardly chuckle and run a hand through your hair.

“It’s no problem,” he says as he moves into the space after you step aside from the door. “It’s been a while though, how are you? Also, if you don’t mind me asking, why are you here?”

You sit down on the couch to catch him up on where you’re at in life and the fact that you’ll be going to the same college—so it’s a no-brainer that you’ll be leeching off of Yeolie’s living space.

“I have to ask back though, why are you in Chanyeol’s place?”

Baekhyun explains, “We were planning on having a party here tonight to kick off summer,” Baekhyun points to the alcohol that is now resting on the kitchen island, “We didn’t know that you’d be here, but, I’d love for you to stay for it.” Baekhyun has an expression of optimism; he hopes you stick around so that he has the chance to talk to you more, maybe even get another laugh out of you.

Indeed, you stay to help Baekhyun set up the apartment for a party and you get to re-experience Baekhyun’s well-known humor. After half an hour goes by, Chanyeol finally walks in.

“Surprise,” you leisurely tell him while sarcastically holding up jazz hands, “Baek found me first,” you finish, pouting.

“Yeah, mom told me you’d be moving in, didn’t know you were coming over today,” he makes his way over to you, “Well, I’m glad to see you little sis,” he puts your head in the crutch of his arm for an innocent headlock. He ruffles your hair with his fist.

“Gosh Yeol, you’re still the same,” you profess.

“Well, if you’re going to be here, continue helping us set up, lazy bones,” he teases. You roll your eyes and join the two boys in arranging the alcohol, snacks, and furniture to make it appropriate for an intimate but well-attended get together.

Afterwards, Baekhyun leaves back to his place until the party starts. You wish he stuck around for a bit longer; you feel like you weren’t done analyzing all the details of his new image, his new aura. While cleaning up together, you couldn’t help but feel the command of his presence. It made you want to stare at him. I mean, you are entering college now after all; maybe college boys just have that mature edge to them that high schoolers don’t—and it’s catching your eye. You’re curious about Baekhyun, and you don’t know why.

For now, you have the opportunity to have some good old RNR with your big brother. You and Chanyeol take a seat on the chairs he has out on the balcony. You both look at the sunset. The sun slowly makes its way over the horizon as you two chat; filling the sky with a colorful palette. You and Chanyeol talk about you moving in and how you’re both excited to be close again. He gives you general advice about college and the conversation drifts to your general worries about adult life. He shares his own shortcomings in his two years away from home thus far, and you’re both able to laugh about it. You have a more positive mindset about entering this new chapter in your life and having Chanyeol by your side eases you as a worrywart.

The sun has now fully set. The streaks of pink and orange that were once in the sky have now been swallowed by deep indigo. The moon has took its place. You both rise from the chairs, heading back in to begin the festivities.

Chanyeol grips the balcony door to open it but stops to mention one more thing, “Also,” Chanyeol pauses, “I love him and he’s my best friend but, do me a favor and never get involved with a guy like Baekhyun.” You’re taken aback. Why would he warn you against ‘a guy like Baekhyun’?

“That guy is an absolute player and I don’t want you to get hurt by a variant of his kind,” Chanyeol smirks, ending with a joke.

You follow him in and don’t question it. Your mind is, however, swarming with thoughts. After observing Baekhyun today, you suppose it does make sense how someone like him could obtain playboy status. His perfectly coiffed hair, visibly strong chest under that shirt of his, and his pretty long fingers did not go unnoticed by you. You shake your head in disbelief at yourself and wipe your mind blank. Well, it doesn’t matter. He’s trouble that you’re not looking for. Besides, what would he do with an inexperienced virgin like you? It’d be no fun for someone like him. You sigh to yourself, hopeful that maybe you’ll meet someone sweet during your time here. Hopefully guys in college can accept a girl who has never even had her first kiss.

Kisses are now the subject of the evening. After a couple hours of drinking and competitive party games (beer pong anyone?) have passed, one of Chanyeol’s friends had the glorious idea of playing spin the bottle. She had a decent reason for doing this since she had a crush on one of the guys here, but you hate to be wrapped into it too. You, three very new acquaintances, Chanyeol, and Baekhyun all sit around in a circle to orbit a lone, empty beer bottle. You quake while sitting cross-legged on the floor. After round one, Jennie gets her wish. After that kiss her and her crush shared, it looks like they even took up an impromptu game of seven minutes in heaven in the pantry closet.

After those two step away, it is only you, Chanyeol, one of his other friends named Julie, and Baekhyun remaining. You look down at your hands, unsure of what’s next. You’d look up to have a better clue, except, you feel eyes on you from Baekhyun’s direction. You keep your head down not wanting to make eye contact; you feel awkward enough.

Chanyeol breaks the ice. “Well, looks like we’re all done here, Jennie got what she wanted,” he says shooting up from the floor.

“Not so fast,” Baekhyun interjects with a hand up, still firmly seated, “What about me?” Baekhyun protests, “What if I didn’t get what I wanted yet?”

You look up immediately and cast your curious eyes upon Baekhyun, then Julie. Does he have a thing for her? Chanyeol looks like he’s pondering the same thing. His eyes switch back and forth between his best friend and Julie before rolling his eyes and sitting back down.

“Let’s get this over with,” Chanyeol says with a huff.

Baekhyun grips the bottle and furrows his eyebrows, paying attention to the angle of the bottle’s neck. Finally, he gives it a spin and watches with intent as the bottle slows. Chanyeol looks tired, Baekhyun looks hopeful, you look on in wonder, and Julie looks… strained. As it approaches its last turn, Julie gets up in a hurry.

“I’m really sorry guys, I super have to go to the bathroom!” She says genuinely, heading towards the hallway. At this point, the bottle has stopped. What would have been considered between you and Julie if she was present, is now considered to have landed solely in your direction.

Shit.

“Well looks like we have to play it where it lies,” Baekhyun says jovially. He really can be a little shit when he wants to.

Chanyeol narrows his eyes in disbelief, “This isn’t fucking golf, Baekhyun.”

Just as Baekhyun is about to retort, Julie returns. She enters the room limp with a hand over her forehead.

“I don’t feel too good guys. I’m sorry for ruining the game. Can you take me home, Chanyeol? I don’t think I can drive like this,” she asks with discomfort.

Chanyeol looks to her in sympathy and gets up, “Sure, let’s get you home.” He guides Julie out the door with a hand on her back before turning around one more time.

“y/n, you have my number if you need me and Baekhyun,” Chanyeol gives him one last look that can only be perceived as a warning, “Keep her safe.”

With that, he was out the door and you were left alone with his hot best friend who seemed like he couldn’t keep his eyes off you.

You stay silent but decide to finally meet his eyes. He gives you a soft smile, but you can’t exactly read the expression on his face. He moves closer to you, inch-by-inch — as if to test the waters and see if you move away. But you don’t. He takes that as a good sign and completely closes your distance.

You sit side by side, so close your right knee touches his left. Baekhyun uses a finger to turn your head to face him.

“Tell me to stop if you don’t want this,” he says softly, eyes flickering to your lips.

You’re silent as your mind stirs. Butterflies erupt in your stomach. You feel the need to say no, but it never leaves your mouth. The guilt you feel about kissing your brother’s best friend eats at your conscience, but it’s soon devoured by the desire that erupts within you. You can’t bring it upon yourself to extinguish the fire of your curiosity. You’ve never been kissed and you’ll be damned if you deny yourself the sensation. It’s just a game, right? There’s no way you could get attached from this one kiss alone.

Gone are the unruly bowl cuts and uncoordinated, thrown on outfits he used to be identified by. Rather than a diamond in the rough singer with a surprisingly good voice that he once was, this is a fully realized star in the making with the looks to match his equally as impressive voice. Indeed, Baekhyun is now a man and this man is looking at you in want. You only hope that you can please him.

You let out a gasp. His thumb has just stroked your bottom lip. You’ve never felt a moment that was so intimate. Your body heats up at the simple but unexpected contact.

You nod your head, “I want it.”

Sensing your timidness, Baekhyun decides to play with it.

“Say please,” he taunts. You feel his breath.

“Please.” It comes out as almost a whisper.

His lips touch yours—softly. It’s sweet and not as rushed as you expected it to be. It makes you feel comfortable enough to kiss back; you put your hand on his thigh. It doesn’t take too long for things to get heated, though. Baekhyun deepens the kiss by sliding his tongue between your lips, ready to feel yours. Eventually, you find yourselves in a full make out session. Rather than cupping your face, Baekhyun’s hand moves to hold the back of your head as he leads you backwards. Without breaking the kiss, you are laid onto the floor and feel the delicious weight of Baekhyun’s body pressed against yours. The slight taste of alcohol on Baekhyun’s lips is exhilarating. It makes you question if the alcohol has helped him unleash his true desire for you, or if you’re just a replaceable prey that he has chosen to feed his hunger. What surprises you is, you don’t care. Either way, you’re his. All you care about is this unfamiliar sensation that wells inside of you: lust.

He pulls away breathless. He looks into your eyes with want but uses this pause to study your expression. To him, you look gorgeous like this; your hair is sprawled out on the floor beneath you and your big doe eyes looking up at him.

His necklace dangles down as he hovers you. You feel the cross pendant grace your cleavage. It makes you shiver.

Baekhyun notices and returns his infamous smirk. “Ah, a sensitive one, are we?”

You were about to protest until you feel his pink lips latch to the side of your neck. He earns his first moan from you. You briskly throw a hand over your mouth with embarrassment. You look away, mortified. He lines the side of your face softly with a finger, it brings your attention back to his amused look.

“You haven’t done this before, have you?” He asks.

Silently, you shake your head no.

“Am I your first?”

You begin to give another nonverbal queue by nodding, but he interjects.

“Uh-uh sweetheart,” his thumb strokes your bottom lip, “use your words.” He dares you with his eyes.

“You’re my first,” you peep. His eyes flash a darker color, fueled by the excitement of corrupting your innocence. He resumes, peppering kisses that start from behind your ear, down. He nibbles on the one spot that makes you suck in air.

“Baekhyun,” you moan out his name.

He grips your waist with a sense of possession. He doesn’t want this to be the last time he hears it.

He takes his time and savors every whimper, every gasp, and every tremble he draws out of you.

Suddenly, you hear the door to the pantry closet open. The unmistakably loud, creaky hinges served as a helpful warning for you two to separate yourselves. You immediately sit up and Baekhyun, out of understanding, pulls away. If this went his way, he’d still be on top of you exploring your unventured body—no one else mattered. As if on queue, out walks Jennie and Jongin, or really, she stumbles out with wobbly legs. You see her adjust the hem of her dress, pulling it down as they exit.

“Bye guys, I’ll see you later, we’re gonna go,” Jennie gestures between her and Jongin before giggling and locking her arm in his. “Was nice meeting you, y/n.”

Jongin waves bye and soon, the door closes behind them.

The apartment, in the still of night, is now completely silent. Empty of noise, but full of tension. It is just yourself, Baekhyun, and the desire that lurks between you. You sit on the floor still, knees hugged into your chest and wrapped by your arms. Once again, you are unable to meet his gaze. It’s not completely back to square one, but, Baekhyun wasn’t going to push it. With his hand on the floor as leverage, he gets up, standing tall before you. He offers out a hand for you to do the same.

Now standing face to face, he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Thank you for letting me kiss you,” he says with honesty.

Baekhyun is thanking you for kissing him? Who would have thought.

He takes your hand into his, and kisses it. ”I wouldn’t mind… doing that again.”

You’re in a daze. You realize you haven’t responded in a bit once he raises his eyebrows.

“Yeah. Yeah I enjoyed that a lot too.…” You look down, finishing awkwardly.

Feeling confident, he makes a proposal. “How about we make this a regular thing? I mean, I could show you the ropes to this stuff if you’d like to learn more.”

You don’t really know what to say. On one hand you want to immediately accept his offering, you wouldn’t mind learning more about intimacy and you do trust him to be the one to teach you. He sensed your body’s reactions so well and made you feel comfortable and sexy during the kiss. On the other hand… he’s your brother’s best friend. Chanyeol would kill both of you.

As if Baekhyun could read your thoughts, he adds, “Chanyeol wouldn’t need to know. Trust me, I’m pretty good at sneaking around. It really wouldn’t be a worry.”

With hesitancy, you oblige. You give him a quick okay, which makes his lips curve up into a victorious smile.

You tell Baekhyun that you are going to start cleaning up, though, looking at the plastic red SOLO cups scattered around the room. Baekhyun joins in, not wanting to leave your presence just yet. As you walk around the apartment with a trash bag, shoving the garbage into it, your mind begins to drift. You remember his insistence on continuing to play the game of spin the bottle. Did Baekhyun get what he wanted? Rather than Julie, was it me all along?

A few more minutes passed and finally, you were both done cleaning. Chanyeol has returned as well.

Chanyeol gives you a shoulder hug upon seeing you and makes sure you’ve been okay. You nod your head and reassure him. He thanks you all for cleaning up but soon excuses himself, he’s tired from the day and just wants to sleep. He leaves to his bedroom.

Baekhyun is heading his way too now, and you show him out the door. You look at him one last time before he turns away. Suddenly, you feel confident enough to ask that question that has been lingering on your mind.

“Did you get what you wanted?” It rushes from your lips, nervously, almost incoherently. But you needed to know.

“Huh?”

“When we were about to stop playing but you wanted to keep going… did you,” you pause, embarrassed to repeat yourself, “Did you get to kiss the person you were aiming to?”

One corner of his mouth raises, displaying a smirk of amusement. “Yes. Yes I did.” He gives you a peck on the cheek before swiftly turning around and leaving without looking back.

You shut the door and lean against it, letting out a heavy sigh. You know you won’t be getting much sleep tonight. The daunting truth is, you’re attracted to him.

You don’t expect to tame a playboy like him—it’d be worse if you were lying to yourself, but you’re not. You know it’s not real, but there’s nothing that says you can’t enjoy the game. And you couldn’t wait to explore.

[darl-ingfics]

Feveruary Day 17: "I know you want to help but you’re only making things worse.” 

Fandom: ATEEZ, EXO

Sickie: Yunho (migraine), Hongjoong (stress)

Caregiver(s): Suho

Word Count: 1563

Notes: Anon who requested this said 'unexpected caretaker,' so... why don't we mix some fandoms?

Yunho was not Hongjoong’s problem child. The dancer was always so positive. Even when he was tired or in a bad mood, Yunho had an innate talent for swallowing his own problems and putting on a smile for those around him. He was ATEEZ’s mood maker, the one fueling their joy. 

Which made it all the harder when Yunho was the one causing problems backstage at a music show. 

Hongjoong had noticed that Yunho looked pale when they’d left the dorms. He’d noticed an unusual quietness about the dancer. But he hadn’t pursued it, assuming that Yunho had slept poorly, and would be fine once he fully woke up. Hongjoong himself had pressed an energy drink into Yunho’s hand, a new brand they’d had yet to try, and Yunho had accepted it was a half-second grateful smile. 

But the normally cheerful Yunho’s mood hadn’t changed post-caffeine. In fact, it seemed to grow worse. He stumbled three times during their dance practice, growing more frustrated each time. He also seemed more irritated by the members mistakes; usually, he corrected them kindly, but today, he snapped critiques. Something was off, but Hongjoong wasn’t able to address it given the tightness of their schedule. 

Things came to a head once ATEEZ were in their dressing room for the stage that night, post-hair and makeup. Music was blaring from all direction (the stage was relatively close, and other groups were hyping themselves up in dressing rooms on either side of them). The lights in the room were harsh and bright. The room itself was small, the members voices echoing shrilly. Yunho had been usually quiet, keeping to himself when he’d usually be causing mischief. 

That ended a minute after Yunho had shrugged on his stage outfit: tight blank pants and a fitted jacket. Not a minute after the heavy material was on his body, Hongjoong watched the dancer’s face drain of color, then turn a sickly green, all before Yunho lurched towards the trash can and unceremoniously threw up. 

The room went silent, only the sound of Yunho gagging echoing now. 

Seonghwa and Mingi were at his side instantaneously. 

“You’re okay,” Seonghwa soothed as Yunho’s retching turned to sobs. The eldest guided the dancer to the floor while Mingi pulled the trash can from his hands. “You’re okay, baby…” Seonghwa maneuvered them both so Yunho could lay against his shoulder.

“Nooooo,” the dancer whined, pulling back from Seonghwa, who looked up meaningfully at Hongjoong. 

“No what, love?” Mingi asked, carding a hand through Yunho’s hair. That action caused Yunho to cry out in distress, pulling back from both Mingi and Seonghwa, collapsing in on himself. 

“Don’t touch me!” he wailed, eyes squeezing tightly shut against his legs. “It hurts!”

“What hurts?!”

“EVERYTHING!” 

It was all too much. 

Hongjoong violently vaulted out of his chair and burst through the door into the hallway. He had no idea where he was going, who was watching him. He didn’t care. His legs carried him as far as they were able, and when he couldn’t move anymore, he sunk onto the floor, back against the wall, and sat with his knees pulled to his chest, face smushed against his knees. 

Today was the most fucked clusterfuck he’d encountered yet, and Hongjoong felt incredibly out of his depth. 

“Hey.” 

Hongjoong raised his head, slapping a hand over his mouth after squeaking in surprise. Kneeling in front of him were Suho and Chanyeol of EXO. “Oh my god!” He hid his face in his hands. 

“Hey, hey, none of that.” Suho shook his head as he reached for Hongjoong’s hands, gently pulling them away from his face. “Right now, we’re not EXO. You’re not Ateez. I am Junmyeon, and he is Chanyeol, and you are Hongjoong, and we are having a conversation as normal people, yeah?” Hongjoong swallowed, centering himself, before nodding. “Good. What’s wrong?”

Hongjoong took a deep breath. “One of my members is… I don’t know, something’s wrong.”

“Tell me about it.”

Hongjoong blew out another breath, puffing out his cheeks. “Yunho, my usually sunny, kind puppy member, is nauseous and dizzy and confused and in so much pain all of the sudden and… and I don’t know how to help him. And he refuses to sit out. But everything my members keep doing… it’s making it worse.” 

“That’s a lot to handle by yourself,” Chanyeol commented, reaching a hand forward to grasp Hongjoong’s knee affectionately. 

“And I can’t… I don’t know what to do about it. I…” His voice broke. “My member literally threw up and I ran out of the room. I abandoned him when I needed him most.”

“Hongjoong-ah…” Chanyeol’s voice was soft, softer than Hongjoong felt he deserved. 

“Hey.” Cool hands on his cheeks snapped Hongjoong’s attention to the dark eyes searching meaningfully for his own. Junmyeon’s lips were pressed into a tight line, but the look on his face was pure love. “Sometimes, there are situations you, as the leader, cannot control. If management says you have to perform, you have to. If management says, ‘do what you want,’ and your members say ‘I want to perform’ even when they’re sick as a dog, you can’t make them sit out. They’re adults. They get to make those calls, even if they make the choice that stresses you out, because you feel the pressure as leader to do right by them. But you’re just one person, and you aren’t responsible for them all the time. AND, it’s completely normal for situations to arise that you haven’t dealt with before, and it’s okay to say you don’t know what to do and ask for help, yeah?” 

Hongjoong paused, allowing the older man’s words to sink in, before he nodded.

“You’re doing an amazing job, you now.” Junmyeon’s gentle smile made Hongjoong feel proud of himself in a way he hadn’t felt in a while. “It’s not easy to lead a group. Especially when you’re all so close in age. If I could’t pull the age card on some of these dumbasses, I don’t know what I’d do…”

“Hey!” Chanyeol exclaimed, pouting excessively. Junmyeon placed a placating hand on his shoulder with a ‘you know it’s true’ look. Chanyeol shrugged, knowing the leader was right. 

“Point is, there’s nothing wrong with being out of your depth because you’re learning along with them,” Junmyeon finished, hands moving to tap Hongjoong’s knees lightly. “Now, if I had to guess from the few things you’ve said, it sounds like your member is suffering from a migraine. And I take it he hasn’t had one before, yeah?” Hongjoong shook his head. “Has anyone in your group had one before?”

“Not that I know of,” Hongjoong answered.

“Okay then.” Junmyeon sprung to his feet, holding out his hands for Hongjoong to take, leaving Chanyeol to scramble up on his own. “We’ll come give you some assistance, then. We’ve dealt with plenty a migraine in our time.”

Hongjoong silently led Junmyeon and Chanyeol to ATEEZ’s dressing room. He had little memory of it, unable to reconcile the fact that THE EXO had asked to help him. How was this real? 

The dressing room went silent on sight of Junmyeon and Chanyeol. That didn’t seem to phrase the EXO members at all.

“Who’s got the headache?” Junmyeon asked, scanning each member carefully. San and Wooyoung pointed at Yunho, who raised his hand very slightly. The greenish tint to his skin would have given him away as it was, but still, Hongjoong appreciated the self-awareness. “What’ve you tried to make him feel better?” The group began to list off their many attempts at healing their ailing dancer. The more they talked, the more Junmyeon shook his head. He took a deep breath, hands finding his hips. He paused their talking with a simple raise of his hand. “Listen. I know you want to help but you’re only making things worse. It’s not your fault. Your leader told me you haven’t dealt with a major migraine before, and honestly, good for you. But now you get to learn. Here’s what we need you all to do.”

Hongjoong took a step back, blending into the background as Junmyeon counseled his members on how best to care for Yunho in this moment. The captain himself was barely listening, rather marveling at the ease with which Junmyeon assumed control. His directives were gentle and kind, but firmly; he wasn’t condescending at all, simply advising his industry juniors how to better support one another. It was… inspiring. 

Hongjoong started when he felt a hand clap against his shoulder. He startled back into reality, meeting Chanyeol’s gaze. “It’s a sign of a great leader to ask for help, you know.” Hongjoong felt his face heat up. He fought the impulse to look away. “The amount of times Myeon-shi called Jinki-hyung or Leeteuk-hyung in the middle of the night… and the percentage of those calls where our hyungs couldn’t give a clear answer cause they didn’t know what to do either… It’s wild that these companies think any one of us could have the capacity to be in charge all the time is unrealistic.” Chanyeol smiled brightly, encouragingly. “You’re doing an amazing job, Joong-ah. This team’s so lucky to have you.”

Hongjoong couldn’t stop the tears flooding his eyes. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”