#do kyungsoo x reader

[baekhyunsbestie]

Heyy Liiisaaa ❕

How would the members propose? 💍 🙈

hi nonnie babie!!! this req was so cute omg :') ty ty tyyyyyy for sending it in!!! but omg the way im feeling so so soooo soft after writing this 😭💘💞💓💖💗

⟢ jongin

you wake up to the feeling of soft fingertips tracing lazy patterns against your arm, kai’s body curled against yours, warm and familiar. the room is still dark, the early morning light barely creeping through the curtains, but he’s awake—just lying there, watching you.

his voice is quiet, rough with sleep when he murmurs, “you know i’ve never been good with words.”

you blink at him, still half asleep. “hmm?”

he exhales a small laugh, like he’s frustrated with himself. nervous. it’s unusual—kai is confident, smooth, always knows exactly what to say. but right now? he just looks soft.

“i was going to do this differently,” he admits, eyes flickering away for a second before finding yours again. “something big, something planned.” a pause. “but then i thought… why?”

his fingers reach for something under his pillow, and before you even process what’s happening, he’s holding a small velvet box between you.

your breath catches.

“this is the only way that feels right,” he murmurs, flipping it open to reveal the ring inside. his gaze stays locked on yours, warm, steady, so full of love it hurts. “just us. just you.”

a small, shaky smile tugs at his lips. “so, what do you think? will you let me wake up next to you like this for the rest of my life?”

⟢ chanyeol

he’s been restless all night, fingers drumming against his knee, leg bouncing beneath the sheets. the air between you is thick with something unspoken, a tension you can feel.

you catch his wrist, stilling his movements. “what’s wrong?”

he exhales sharply, a frustrated sigh that doesn’t quite make it past his lips. and then, before you can say anything else, he’s pulling you into him, pressing you against his chest, so close you can hear the unsteady rhythm of his heartbeat.

“i’ve had this in my pocket for weeks.” his voice is raw, laced with something fragile, something desperate. his fingers tighten against your waist, grounding himself in your warmth, in the moment that suddenly feels too big for him to contain.

“i kept waiting for the perfect time, the perfect place.” his breath hitches, his forehead resting against yours now, eyes burning with something deep, something aching. “but none of that matters. not anymore. all I care about is you.”

his hand trembles as he reaches into his pocket, the small velvet box almost weightless in his grasp compared to the way his heart is pounding. he swallows hard, voice dropping to a whisper.

“i just… i need you. i need you to say yes.”

he opens the box, the ring catching the dim glow of the bedside lamp, but his eyes—his eyes—stay locked on you, pleading, waiting.

“say yes, and let me love you for the rest of my life."

⟢ sehun

it’s late, the kind of late where the world feels softer, quieter—just the two of you in his car, parked at some overlook where the city lights flicker like distant stars. the air is cool, the windows cracked open, your favorite playlist humming low in the background.

he hasn’t said much for the past few minutes, just sitting there, fingers tapping absentmindedly against the steering wheel. you glance over, sensing the weight in his silence.

“what’s up with you?”

sehun exhales sharply, like he’s been holding something in. then, without a word, he reaches into his pocket, pulls something out, and just holds it there between his fingers. the small velvet box looks almost surreal in the dim glow of the dashboard lights.

your breath catches. “sehun—”

“i keep trying to plan this,” he interrupts, voice quieter now. “thought about setting up something huge. something extravagant. but every time i imagined it, it felt… wrong.” his grip tightens around the box, like he’s grounding himself. “because this? this is us.”

he finally turns to face you fully, his expression unreadable at first—but then, you see it. the rawness in his eyes, the quiet vulnerability he rarely lets anyone see.

“i don’t need some big, perfect moment,” he murmurs, finally flipping the box open. the ring catches the faint glow of the city lights. “i just need you. so tell me—will you let me have you forever?”

⟢ kyungsoo

the kitchen is quiet, filled only with the soft clinking of dishes as you dry them while kyungsoo rinses. it’s a familiar routine—one you’ve done countless times before, side by side, moving in sync without needing words. the warmth of home lingers in the air, the smell of dinner still fading into the night.

you reach for another plate, but before you can grab it, kyungsoo’s hand covers yours, still damp from the water. you look up, only to find him already watching you, his expression unreadable.

“you know,” he starts, voice steady but laced with something heavier, something real. “i’ve been thinking about this moment for a long time.”

your brow furrows, lips parting to ask what moment? but then, he’s reaching into his pocket, and suddenly, there’s a small box in his hand.

your heart stutters.

he doesn’t kneel, doesn’t make a big spectacle of it—he just looks at you, his grip firm, grounding. “i don’t need anything extravagant. no grand speeches, no big gestures.” a small, almost nervous chuckle escapes him. “just this. just you.”

finally, he opens the box, revealing a ring that catches the dim kitchen light.

“i want every day to be like this,” he murmurs. “ordinary, simple… but with you.” his thumb brushes over your knuckles, warm and steady. “so, what do you think? will you stay right here with me, forever?”

⟢ junmyeon

the waves roll in quietly, brushing against the shore in slow, rhythmic whispers. the world feels softer here—just the two of you, standing where the ocean meets the sky, the salt air cool against your skin.

you glance at junmyeon, his hands tucked into his coat pockets, gaze fixed on the horizon. there’s something different about him tonight, something quieter than usual.

“you’re thinking too much,” you tease, nudging him lightly.

he exhales a small laugh, shaking his head. “maybe.” a pause. then, almost absentmindedly, “but i always do when it comes to you.”

your heart stirs at the weight in his voice.

he turns to you then, the moonlight catching in his eyes, soft but certain. “i spent so long trying to find the right moment,” he admits, fingers tightening around something in his pocket. “but the truth is… every moment with you already feels right.”

his hand finally emerges, a small velvet box resting in his palm. he opens it carefully, revealing the ring inside, his gaze never leaving yours.

“i don’t want to wait for another perfect moment,” he murmurs. “i just want you. today, tomorrow… always.”

a slow breath. then, gently, like a promise—“marry me?”

⟢ baekhyun

he’s not nervous. at least, that’s what he tells himself as he watches you, as he listens to you talk about something completely mundane—what you had for lunch, a random thing you saw on your way home. he’s heard you ramble a million times, but for some reason, tonight, it’s hitting him differently.

you pause mid-sentence when you notice his stare. “what?”

baekhyun blinks, like he’s snapping out of something, then exhales sharply and shakes his head. “nothing.” a beat. then, quieter, “everything.”

you frown, confused. “what are you talking about?”

he shifts, pulling something from his pocket so smoothly you almost don’t notice. almost. until suddenly, there’s a small velvet box sitting on the table between you.

he doesn’t open it right away. instead, he leans forward, propping his chin in his palm, and just looks at you, expression unreadable.

“i had this whole speech planned,” he admits, tapping his fingers against the box. “wanted to make it romantic. perfect.” a small smirk plays on his lips, but there’s something softer underneath. “but then i realized… every moment with you already is.”

and finally, finally, he flips the box open, revealing the ring inside.

“so, what do you say?” his voice is steady, but there’s something vulnerable in the way he watches you, something real. “will you do me the honor of letting me be yours forever?”

⟢ minseok

the night is quiet, the kind of quiet that wraps around you like a warm blanket. the two of you sit on the couch, legs tangled together, a forgotten movie playing in the background. there’s no rush, no urgency—just the soft hum of the world slowing down around you.

minseok watches you, his gaze steady, thoughtful. he’s been doing that a lot tonight, like he’s memorizing you, like there’s something sitting on the tip of his tongue.

you raise an eyebrow. “what?”

he exhales, shaking his head with a small chuckle. “nothing.” but then, after a beat—“everything.”

before you can ask what he means, he shifts, reaching into the pocket of his hoodie. His fingers curl around something, and then suddenly, there’s a small velvet box between you. he turns it in his palm, almost absentmindedly, before finally looking back up at you.

“i thought about doing something bigger,” he admits, voice quiet but certain. “something more… elaborate. but then i realized—this is what i want. just us. just this.”

he flips the box open, the ring catching the dim light of the room. his thumb brushes over your wrist, grounding, steady.

“so,” he says, his lips curling into the smallest, softest smile. “stay with me? for forever?”

⟢ yixing

the record player hums softly in the background, filling the room with an old, familiar melody. you’re sitting beside yixing on the floor, backs resting against the couch, a half-empty bottle of wine between you. it’s late—too late—but neither of you feel like sleeping just yet.

he’s been quiet for the past few minutes, fingers idly tracing circles on your palm where your hands are intertwined. there’s a softness in his eyes, a thought lingering on his lips that he hasn’t spoken yet.

finally, he exhales, almost like he’s steadying himself.

“i’ve written this moment a hundred different ways in my head.” a quiet chuckle. “but none of them feel as good as just… being here. with you.”

your heart stirs at the weight of his words, at the way he’s looking at you now—like he’s seeing the rest of his life right in front of him.

he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small velvet box, his fingers brushing over the edges like he’s still processing that this is real.

“i could try to put it into words,” he murmurs, opening it to reveal the ring inside. “but nothing i say could ever be enough to tell you how much i love you.”

he laces his fingers with yours, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles.

“so let me just ask,” his voice dips lower, steady but filled with something deep—longing, devotion, love. “will you stay by my side? for the rest of our lives?”

[jongbross]

kinktober: overstimulation (do kyungsoo x reader)

pairing: do kyungsoo x reader word count: 296 genre: smuuuut warnings: description of sexual activities, swearing, overstimulation, blowjob, riding, kyungsoo crying and being ruined, sub!kyungsoo a/n: now i want a kyungsoo for myself 😀

kyungsoo's plump lips opened again to moan loudly for you, his deep voice echoing through the room. he bucked his hips, feeling his dick hit the back of your throat.

he was already semi-hard again, and still, you didn't stop your actions. kyungsoo looked down, a dirty, sinful feeling taking over him as he watched you sucking him.

"jagi...", he groaned. "i-i can't anymore..."

you groaned back in response, wrapping a hand around his base, lips letting go with a pop.

"you're doing great, soo. just one more for me, please."

kyungsoo closed his eyes, throwing his head back. the most he had done before was two orgasms, but apparently, you were determined to make him break that record, making him cum three times already.

"it's too much", he mumbled. his body was ready to give out and just succumb to its tiredness.

he was a mess, cum still sticking to his stomach from his previous climaxes, hair dampened, tears staining his face and, if you looked close enough, you could see tiny little marks on his lips from how much he had been biting them.

still, kyungsoo was the prettiest man you have ever seen.

"but you can do it, can't you?", you pressured him, straddling his body. you aligned your entrance to his dick, sinking down on it and making kyungsoo instantly hold your waist. he moaned again. "just one more... i'll let you cum inside me just how you like it, babe."

at your words, kyungsoo nodded. you felt him hardening even more inside you, followed but a sloppy thrust of his hips.

of course he wanted more. of course he wanted to please you.

"just one more", he whispered, more to himself, actually, before you started to bounce on top of him.

[exouniverse]

(My) Home - Moodboard • chef!kyungsoo au x gn!reader

[eomayas]

exo masterlist

key: smut (s), suggestive (sg), fluff (f), angst (a), request (r), complete (c) [for series], popular(🌷), personal favorite (🌹)

EXO

— airport dads

— sugar daddy line

— exo when angry | r

— exo simping | sg 🌷

— jealous exo

— pda

— being shipped with another idol | r

kim minseok

— best friend | f

— in the morning | s, f, r 🌹

kim junmyeon

— sneakin’ | s, a

— nip slip | s 🌷

— testy | s 🌹

— handsome stranger | f

— strictly business | s, r 🌹

— yours | f, a, r

— wants & needs | s, f, r

byun baekhyun

— baby blues | f, a, r

— unplanned | a, r

— besos | f, r

— frisky | sg, r 🌹

— baby blues (vol. 2) | f, a, r

— soft side | f, r

— the bodyguard | f, a, r

— broken promises | a, r

— (computer) games | f, r

— cream soda | s, f, r 🌷

— all the rumors are true | f, a 🌷🌹

— closure | s, a

— fantasy | sg, a, f

kim jongdae

— coming soon

park chanyeol

— back 2 u | a, sg, r

— new thing (series) | s, f, a, c

— rainy day | s, r

— call me what you want, when you want, if you want | a, f, r

do kyungsoo

— make it up to you | s 🌹

— caught in the act | s, f 🌷🌹

— amore | f

— tender love | f, r

— ninety | a, f

— interruptions | f, sg 🌹

— swervin | s

kim jongin

— d appointment | s, f

— confessions | f, a (sequel to d appointment)

— friendly competition | f

— take a break | f, r

oh sehun

— 10:07 pm | s

— firsts | s, f, r

[joshiji-darlingyuyuno]

ㅤ🪸͟ ָ֢ ’’ 𐙚˙⋆.˚ 𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ๋࣭ ⭑⚝

(anything without a link is coming soon!) PAIRING: doh kyungsoo x oc

┈─⚝ kwon suin profile

┈─⚝ her discography

┈─⚝ suin x seventeen ,, caratland unfit songs & svt covering suin's song (list form),,

┈─⚝ her acting career

┈─⚝ her kdrama's storylines; goblin

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ࣪. kyungsoo x suin ୭ ˚. ᵎ

┈─⚝ mars mv behind the scenes video with suin

┈─⚝ mars mv featuring suin

┈─⚝ doh kyungsoo x kwon suin ,, the nation's favourite couple (facts)

┈─⚝ a twitter thread of suin through kyungsoo's eyes

┈─⚝ their history ,, breakup era edit

┈─⚝ scenarios/oneshots: one,, two,,

┈─⚝ songs about each other,, tiktok of their duet

┈─⚝ exo crumbs

┈─⚝ seventeen crumbs

┈─⚝ exo x seventeen crumbs

┈─⚝ kyungsoo's jealousy (ft. kyungsoo's attempt of making suin jealous, ft. youngji)

┈─⚝ suin on "i live alone" (ft. kyungsoo)

┈─⚝ the proposal

┈─⚝ the wedding annoucement using "only"

┈─⚝ a glimpse of us

┈─⚝ meet the doh family (meet the newest additions)

┈─⚝ welcome the doh family to return of superman!

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ࣪. darliing.. 2007-2012 ୭ ˚. ᵎ

┈─⚝ the history

┈─⚝ Darling profile & shin ryeonha

┈─⚝ the aftermath

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ࣪. twitter thread୭ ˚. ᵎ

┈─⚝ a twitter thread of suin's chaos

┈─⚝ a twitter thread of suin being a concept queen

┈─⚝ a twitter thread of suin through dearest's eyes

┈─⚝ a twitter thread of suin through kyungsoo's eyes

┈─⚝ a twitter thread of suin through seventeen's eyes

┈─⚝ a twitter thread of suin and ateez being menaces

┈─⚝ a twitter thread of suin having the most aura

┈─⚝ a twitter thread of seventeen and suin forgetting their idol image

┈─⚝ a twitter thread of suin sleeping anywhere and everwhere

┈─⚝ a twitter thread of producer suin

┈─⚝ a twitter thread of suin during darling

┈─⚝ a twitter thread of suin's kdramas

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ࣪. scenarios ୭ ˚. ᵎ

┈─⚝ suin's award show antics

┈─⚝ suin being the industry's beloved maknae

┈─⚝ suin being a legendary senior

┈─⚝ suin on youngji's drinking show (ft. kyungsoo)

┈─⚝ suin on "i live alone" (ft. kyungsoo)

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ࣪. darling entertainment ୭ ˚. ᵎ

┈─⚝ darling entertainment

┈─⚝ suin x ateez

┈─⚝ suin x aespa

ᯓ��𐭩 ࣪. the betrayal୭ ˚. ᵎ

┈─⚝ the betrayal

┈─⚝ moments after

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ࣪. gallery ୭ ˚. ᵎ

┈─⚝ fashion icon

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[marshmallow-phd]

A Manor of Shadow and Blood

Genre: Regency Gothic AU

Pairing: EXO x Reader

Summary: A stormy night brought you to the manor in the middle of the woods. Nine strange men occupied its halls. They won’t let you leave. A dangerous secret haunts this estate. Learning it might either be your saving grace or it could lead to the last breath you ever take.

Part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5

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The grand hall was lit as bright as midday. Every surface was polished to perfection, reflecting the candlelight at a greater force. Brilliant brass and gold surrounded you as you made your way through the dancing couples, their movements in perfect sync. Wrapped in each other's arms, they spin around without a care for your wandering presence. 

While all who surrounded you were decorated in blacks and whites, your own dress was the color of freshly spilled blood. The heavy skirts that hug from your waist made it difficult to navigate the ballroom. Their fullness was of an older fashion, one that maybe your grandmother would have worn in her youth. The dropped shoulders left you exposed, your skin chilled despite the amount of bodies in here. 

You kept navigating the dance floor, on the look out for something, though you didn’t know what. Then you felt the familiar burn of eyes boring into your back, which sent a shiver down your spine. You whirled around to find the source, the dress brushing at your feet with the sudden motion. Through the crowd, you spotted Baekhyun leaning against the wall. With a single finger, he beckoned you over. And you obeyed. 

Breaking through the sea of dancers, you took in his elegant suit, the hems lined with gold thread that shimmered against black velvet. 

"You shouldn't dance alone," he purred. Arms crossed over his chest, he smirked at you with a grin even the devil wouldn't wear.

"I have no partner," you retorted. He held out a lazy hard. Hardly the romantic gesture. "No, thank you." 

"How about me?" asked a sweet voice in your ear. 

You turned your head to find Junmyeon at your back. He laid a soft hand on your hip to keep you from escaping out of propriety. When you didn’t shove him away, the hand slyly moved to your stomach, pulling your bare shoulder blades into his chest. With the fingers of his left hand, he tilted your chin towards him. 

"Am I a suitable partner?" 

No answer passed your lips. You could think of nothing to say. The thought of him twirling you around the dance floor was not… unpleasant. 

Junmyeon neither needed nor cared for a reply. He dipped his head to your shoulder and pressed a kiss to the skin. A small gasp passed your lips. And then he pressed another. More and more as he climbed up the curve of your neck. Heat rose from every inch of you as you sighed into the affectionate touches. You relaxed into his touch, welcoming each new contact of his lips. 

"It's rude not to share, Junmyeon.”

Your attention snapped back to Baekhyun, who you had forgotten was there. He pushed himself off the wall and stepped closer to you so he stood in front of the minor. 

No, not a mirror. There was no reflection. 

Except… there was. The mirror reflected the floor, the ceiling, the candlelight. You. 

But not Baekhyun. Not Junmyeon. And not the dancers still spinning behind you. 

Fingers snaked through your hair and pulled your head back, your vulnerable neck exposed. From the gallery above, Kyungsoo watched as elongated fangs flashed behind Junmyeon’s lips and plunged into your neck. 

*****

You woke with a start, the blanket flying off of you as you sat up in a fury. Sweet drenched every pore of your skin. Your day old dress clung to your skin in a way that felt suffocating. Each breath was a struggle for your lungs. 

Vampires. The nightmarish tale that had kept you up as a child until you were convinced they weren't real turned out to be true. But how could they be real? 

Creatures of the night. Blood drinkers. Horror stories meant to keep children from wandering about after dark. 

Curling your legs to your chest and encasing them in your arms, you tried to think of a way out. To escape. With what strength you possessed, you slid off the bed and walked over to the window. The sun, so bright and full of life, was just beginning its descent towards the horizon. Night–their domain–was hours away. If the legends were true, then they would all be asleep at this moment. Any risk that was to be taken had to be taken now. 

After changing into a sturdier dress, you retrieved your still mud-covered boots and, keeping them in one hand, you carefully pushed away the pathetic barrier and snuck out of the room. 

Each step was taken with unmatched caution. You tested every board with your foot before fully committing. Any squeak of a floor or stumble down a stair could alert them to your escape. But by the grace of a miracle, you made it to the front door. Fingers trembling, you pulled on the boots and tied up the laces before opening the door only wide enough for you to slink through. 

The next breath taken outside was like the first breath of life. But there was no time to take it in. 

Gathering your skirts in your grip, you took off into the trees. The dirt was dry and sturdy under your feet. Branches and leaves crunched with the weight of your boots. A lady’s delicacy was out of the question as you ran without abandon. You didn't know what direction you were running. But vampires needed blood to survive and they weren’t drinking yours. And Jongdae had brought those buns from a bakery, not their own kitchen. You doubted any of them knew how to cook. That meant a village or town had to be nearby. Junmyeon had lied about the isolation of the manor. If you just kept going, you could find freedom. 

However, your stamina was running out. This was never your preferred activity. Your lungs and throat burned in an unfamiliar way. The sun still shined above. A short respite could be spared. 

You leaned against a tree trunk for support. In your boots your feet pulsed. Only now did you realize that you had run away without food or water. Not knowing where the kitchen was located, you didn't have time to waste on it. You could survive, you told yourself. Just a little farther. The town couldn’t be too far. Unless you were headed in the wrong direction. 

A rustling rippled through the silent forest. You snapped to attention, trying to find the source. 

“The wind,” you gasped between ragged breaths. “It had to be the wind.” 

A low, rumbling growl said it wasn't wind. 

In the distance, large silhouettes emerged. Wolves. Nearly a dozen of them. 

You ran as fast as your crying legs could take you. With their superior nature built for the hunt, the wolves caught up to you within seconds. Their growls and howls grew louder and more threatening behind you. Running from the manor had been easy. Running from the wolves was to be your end. 

Powerful paws slammed into your back. You were thrown to the ground, rolling across the ground as a scream ripped at your throat. The momentum stopped you on your stomach. Hair covered your face, but you could still see your death through the strands. 

Wolves of gray and black gathered in a half moon circle. They had their prey in perfect position. The middle wolf pounced. All you had time to do was throw up your arms to protect your face. Claws raked across your forearm. Another scream echoed through the merciless trees. The wolf landed on the other side of you with pride. Now you were surrounded. A second wolf leapt. 

A blur appeared in front of you and collided with the wolf midair. The two bodies tumbled across the forest floor. A human and the wolf. 

Not a human. 

Chanyeol. The wolf trapped within his grasp, Chanyeol tightened his grip–

Crack. 

The wolf fell limply to the ground, its tongue hanging from its jaw. 

The others appeared seconds later. Not understanding what they were up against, the wolves let you go to attack the newest threat. 

"Are you alright?" Junmyeon knelt down in front of you. His hands were outstretched as if you were the wild animal on the verge of attack. Behind him, snarls and whimpers told of the fight–and who was winning. Despite not answering him, he caught sight of your bleeding arm. "We need to get back to the manor." 

He didn't ask permission before picking you up into his arms and sprinting through the forest. Everything blurred past you, your loose hair whipping at your face. He burst through the manor doors and didn't stop until he was able to set you down in the largest chair. Once you were safe, he fell to his knees, only his palms keeping him upright. The others soon stumbled in behind him, heaving and collapsing onto the floor. Only then did you notice the smoke floating up from each of their backs. Patches of burnt, red skin sizzled on their knuckles and faces. Anything that had been exposed to the sun. 

"Baekhyun," Junmyeon gasped. 

"I already have it." Kyungsoo came into the parlor with bottles stacked in his arms. He quickly passed them around, waiting until the others were quenching their thirst before pulling the cork out of his own bottle and chugging the contents. 

With his bottle empty, Junmyeon tossed it to the side and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. Red smears stained the ivory fabric. You shrank back in the chair as he turned towards you. 

"What hell were you thinking!" He growled. "I warned you about the wolves!" 

"Junmyeon, she's shaken up enough," Jongdae defended. Before your eyes, his burnt skin healed to be like new.

"She could have been killed!" 

Your head was pounding. He was… concerned about your life? The legends said that the sun was a vampire's deadliest enemy. It was why they thrived in the darkness. But they had all risked a final death to come after you. 

"Did you hear me scream?" you whispered. You could barely feel your own lips moving. All heads tuned to you. 

Yixing was the one to answer. "Yes. We all heard you." 

"Why were you out there?" Sehun asked aggressively.

You sucked in a sharp breath. There was no escaping the truth now. You stared at Jongdae. "I figured it out.” 

Baekhyun laughed. "At least we don't have to walk around delicately anymore." 

"When exactly did you do so?" Minseok mocked.

"Then you should remember what I said to you before was true. Harm would not come to you within these walls." Junmyeon crouched down next to the chair. His eyes... there was something behind the darkness that tugged at your still wildly beating heart. "I know you were running away. And if you're desperate to get away enough to get yourself killed, then the choice can be yours. We can send you on your way with every provision. Or," he cleared his throat, "you stay here. With us." 

A choice? He was giving you a choice?

Your gaze drifted over the faces that stared back at you. Even Kyungsoo refused to look away while he waited. There was almost a plea in his expression, a subtle beg. But was it to stay? Or for you to run as far away as possible? 

Junmeyon took your attention away when he picked up your wounded arm with delicate fingers. His pleading was much more clear. 

To leave would be the better choice. The more sane choice. But what would happen afterwards? You could claim being lost in the woods. With evidence of the carriage and the missing driver, what else could they believe? After a few days on bed rest, you would be back by your aunt's side, following her every whim. Including indulging her on a "perfectly adequate" suitor because you had no other option, no other path. That suitor who would then become your future. But you didn't want it. You refused to give in to it. 

Already within these few days, you were… changed in a way. They might not be human, but these men would forever be burned into your memory. Who could move you with music the way Chanyeol had? What silent strength could match the aura of Junmyeon? You had been promised that none of them would harm you. The chance for something extraordinary was right in front of you. The kind of chance you had only read about. It just had to be taken.

"I think… I think I want to stay."

*****

The moon became an ever changing friend. You hardly saw the sun anymore. Like the men you had given yourself over to, you lived under the stars. It was oddly beautiful. This time was often forgotten about by you and many others. The night was only a background to your time within your dreams. But now it was your entire world. 

Every evening, you awoke to the dying orange light of the day. Breakfast always waited for you outside the door. It was the rule that no one broke; none could enter your room without explicit permission from you. Those walls remained your safe haven when things grew too overwhelming. 

Despite your decision to stay, discovering that other creatures walked the earth required a step away once in a while. Especially now, with you aware of their true nature, the men were refusing to hold back. 

Dropping from the roof, running around with spectacular speed, and lifting objects that ten men couldn't hold. It was remarkable. Except for the diet and inability to walk in the sun, the… condition seemed more like a blessing.

"You're rather thoughtful this evening,” Jongdae commented. He walked beside you like he did every twilight. 

After you finished your breakfast, you met Jongae at the front doors to go on a walk around the manor grounds. Often others would join you as well. Junmyeon was the most frequent, though Yixing, Changed, and Jongin made many appearances over the past week and a half. Boundaries were constantly tested, but one word from you and they retreated.

"I guess you could say I am thoughtful tonight," you finally sighed. You hadn’t realized that you were being so obviously quiet. Funny, since you would have thought Jongdae would enjoy the silence. You typically had many questions or comments of your own to make. 

"Should I go steal a penny from Sehun?" 

You laughed. "I'd like to think my thoughts are worth more than a single penny.”

"They must be if you've become so skilled in deflecting from them." He crossed over to block your path. Gaze narrowed, he studied your carefully guarded expression. "What are you thinking about so hard? Regretting your decision to stay already?" 

"No," you insisted. "Not at all."

He raised an eyebrow that simply asked, "Then what?" 

"Do you always stay here?" you countered. "At the manor, I mean." 

"We travel," Jongdae answered with a nod. "Not too often. It’s a bit difficult, you see."

"But we like traveling north.” Minseok dropped from who-knew-where, landing with barely bent knees and hands folded behind his back. "In the winter, the night lasts longer. Junmyeon has a small hunting lodge up there. 

A hunting lodge? "Then why do you stay here?" 

Minsoek shrugged. "This manor is bigger." 

"Having nine of us in one household can be a bit volatile,” Jongdae added. He stepped aside to continue the stroll. "We need the room to separate so we don't level a building." 

Your foot caught on an invisible lump in the grass. "You could destroy a building while fighting?" 

Minseok snickered as he caught your stumble and helped steady your stance. His hand lingered at your waist until your sharpened glare made him remove it. "We haven’t crumbled a wall in a few years."

You scoffed at the casual tone. "What sort of fight caused that?" 

"I can't remember." Minseok leaned forward slightly to look at Jongdae for help. But he didn't seem to recall either. 

"Who knows what started it between Chanyeol and Kyungsoo.”

Your mouth dropped open in shock. Kyungsoo and Chanyeol had fought over something to the point of destroying a wall to crumble? It didn't feel plausible. Neither seemed like the hot-headed sort. You wanted to know the igniting incident so desperately. 

Both Jongdae and Minseok suddenly whipped their heads towards the front of the manor. 

"What is it?" you asked when neither offered an explanation. 

"Junmyeon's calling for us." Jongdae scooped you up into his arms without warning. At your confused expression, he explained, "We're not leaving you alone out here." Remember your last adventure in the woods lingered in the silence.

The short lived wind whipped at your hair that you still wore loose to cover your neck. As soon as he stopped running, you wiggled out of his arms to be back on your feet. Everyone else was already gathered just outside the door. Several eyed you and Jongdae with suspicious and annoyed glares. You took a step away from him for some separation. 

Clearing his throat, Junmyeon called everyone to attention. "We have to go hunting–real hunting. Now, normally, we all go together, but now that we have our guest," he nodded towards you, "some will have to stay behind with her until the first party… comes back." 

"If you all need to go,” you couldn't quite speak the word feed, "then I'll be alright. For a few hours, at least." You weren't sure how long this excursion would take.

Junmyeon's features softened. "No. We'll go in groups. Chanyeol, Kyungsoo, Minseok and I will go first. We shouldn't be gone long." He reached out and patted the top of your head before disappearing into the trees. Kyungsoo gave no goodbye as he followed suit. The last two playfully shoved each other while taking off. 

"Come." Yixing took hold of your hand and started pulling you inside. "I want to show you something."

"But–" You had wanted to ask Jongdae a question, but the traitor was already gone, off somewhere to do something he would never tell you about. So, you let Yixing take you into the manor and up the main staircase at the end of the hallway. At least he let you stay on your own feet instead of insisting on going at his speed. 

Going down an unfamiliar hallway, you were reminded how big this place was and how much you still had to explore. The men occupied most of your time, vying for your attention and pulling you this way and that so you didn’t have much time on your own. It was odd and overwhelming at times. 

During your seasons in town, you were hardly a well-sought after prize. There were prettier girls with grander dowries. You had accepted that fact. Now you were the center of a courting dance to which you knew none of the steps and possessed endless partners. 

Yixing paused in front of a door that looked identical to all the others. He kept his fingers tight around yours as he slowly turned the knob with his free hand. The door swung open. 

The gasp inhaled through your parted lips wasn't enough to convey your awe. 

Maps of all the places you'd heard of and dozens more you hadn't covered the walls like homemade wallpaper. Slipping out of Yixing's grip, you walked further into the study, spinning slowly around to take it all in. The maps were varying degrees of tan, some as light as his skin, others as dark as animal leather. 

Instead of bookshelves, doorless cabinets waist high lined three of the walls. Their squared shelves were stuffed full of parchment and ink and quills. A lone sketcher's desk sat in the middle, an unfinished drawing laying against the tilted surface. 

"What is this place?"

"It's my personal study," Yixing answered as he laid a hand on the edge of the desk. "Kyungsoo gave it to me after I had accidentally taken over one of the parlors." 

Your awe increased ten-fold. Your initial assumption was that he was a collector, not the original artist. "You drew all of these?" 

He nodded almost... shyly. "I did. I was a cartographer. Before." 

"Before?" You understood what he meant, but you didn't know how to ask for the story. 

Turning his eyes to the parchment, he pinched it between his fingers. "I didn't just love traveling. I loved capturing it on paper. I wanted to make these places into art, but not like every other painting. I wanted them to be perfect. Exact replicas as if you were staying at them from God’s point of view. And I wanted to be the best. I couldn't be, though. I wasn’t good enough." 

You moved closer to him, entranced in the story. "What happened?"

A rueful smile tightened at his lips. "I was given a chance to become perfect. What I didn't know was that I traded everyone knowing my maps for the talent to make it happen." Sorrow rolled from him like the tide warning of an oncoming storm. 

Feeling the pull to comfort him, you reached out and covered his fidgeting hand with your own steady fingers.

"People will be able to know your work some day," you whispered. "I’m sure of it." 

Perhaps you had been a bit too forward, a bit too open. 

Yixing moved gracefully forward to eliminate most of the space between you. A smooth thumb that once must have been calloused when it was human caressed the edge of your jaw. His flickering eyes made intentions obvious. 

Clearing your throat, you stepped out of the touch. "Why isn't this one finished?" You pointed to the drawing on the desk. It was an aerial view of the manor, with the top half of the parchment containing the beginning edges of the garden hedges. Disappointed, Yixing sighed and went along with your distraction. 

"I'm still working out the maze. It is intricate. Much more than I was prepared for." 

"Goodness." You were thankful that you hadn't wandered in there yet, especially on your own.

"Yixing.” 

Both of you turned towards the door to find Sehun standing under the frame. 

"Yes, Sehun?" Yixing said through somewhat gritted teeth. The young vampire wasn't phased. 

"I need to speak with you." 

"Fine." None of you moved. 

Sehun looked at you with a pointed glare.

You received the hint loud and clear. "I'll leave you, then.” 

With more relief than you cared to admit, you scurried out of the room and down the hallway. 

Around the corner, you pressed your back against the wall and forced yourself to take deep breaths that filled your lungs to capacity. Panic had been the response at Yixing's closeness. You didn't mean for that to be the response. You didn't want to be closed off to any of them. But you couldn't help it. Maybe it was merely the closeness of the situation. 

Giving yourself a small amount of grace, you pushed off the wall and made your way downstairs. So used to your time being absorbed by the men that you weren't sure what to do with yourself. Two of the ones that remained behind were currently occupied. As for the three others, they could have been anywhere. 

You wandered around the main floor with a fleeting hope that one would come to find you. Then you saw them. A row of grand doors evenly spaced along the north wall called you forward.

The grand ballroom took your breath away. Not so dissimilar to the one in your dream, though this one’s lack of warmth and light left you heartbroken. Memories of dancing figures and lively music haunted these walls. In the corner, you could imagine a small orchestra strumming their instruments in delight. 

You walked to the center where dozens of pairs used to twirl and bow and embrace each other in time with the melody. Ghostly laughter echoed in your ears. What had once been  bright and golden and full of life was dull, dark, and covered in cobwebs that swayed in the breeze of unknown origin. 

Glancing around, you confirmed that you were truly alone before closing your eyes, lifting your arms, and began a soft hum. 

You danced with an invisible partner in the fashion that your grandfather had taught you as a small child. It was more intimate than the choreographed dances currently popularized. You had always imagined your first ball like this, instead of the disappointment you really experienced. You had pictured a boy you didn’t know catching your eye. As the music was struck up, he laid a hand on your waist.

Just like now. 

Hm. Your imagination was running wild, even pretending the weight of a palm was there on your lower back. And now in your lifted left hand. 

No. That wasn’t your imagination. 

Your eyes snapped open. 

Jongin had taken the place of your imagined partner. He smiled down at you with a feline smirk as his hands tightened around you, refusing to let you slip away. There was no choice in leaving this musicless dance. You had stopped humming but he continued to whirl you around the marble floor. He controlled the dance, in charge of every step. He led with an expertise he shouldn’t have possessed–if he were a man of this age. 

In one final move, he slipped his arm fully around your waist, pulling you so close that no room remained between you. Without breaking the spin, he lifted you from the floor as if you were no more than a kitten and whirled you around like the heroine from your favorite novel.

When the spin came to a close, he set you back on your feet, but didn’t let go. Your lungs heaved from the exercise–and from the way your bodies pressed together. Each rise of your chest brought you even closer to Jongin. He kept your gaze like a stablehand trying to calm a wild horse. His right hand slipped from your fingers, softly tracing the delicate inside of your arm. The touch left behind a fire you couldn’t explain. A cold, simmering fire.

He cupped your jaw as his eyes drifted down to your lips. This was a different reaction to Yixing’s wandering gaze. Not panic, but something similar. 

Jongin held you in place as he leaned down, his lips pressing gently into the corner of yours. The thin breath in your lungs hitched. He lifted his lips only to find a new patch of skin. The delicate skin covering your pulse. Every muscle in your body froze. He kissed the skin softly. Surely, he could feel the race of your blood. 

“Whenever you need a partner,” he said in a hush against your neck, “just whisper my name.”

And then, he was gone. 

You stared off at the empty path left behind Jongin. The sheer hubris.

His name lingered on your lips, wondering if he would really come back like he said. But you kept the whisper inside and left the ballroom just the same. 

[xotaemintol]

Hi ! Can u make a steamy make out/dry humping session after a long tiring day of Kyungsoo and gf reader please! Thank u 🩷

HIIII Ty for your assskkk! ofc I can! This is my first time writing for him so I wanted to make sure I kept it short so I didn’t stray too far away from what could be considered accurate, but I do plan on writing more for him bc I absolutely adore him 🤭

WORD COUNT: 371

Your fingers tangle in his black hair as he rests on your hips, slowly guiding them as you grind against him with nothing but your thin underwear and his black dress pants between the two of you. His tongue gracefully moves in your mouth as he kisses you, neither of you planned to go this far, he said that he was going out because he had work and you said that you were going to spend the day catching up on old hobbies since you had nothing to do, but after one kiss that last a little too long Kyungsoo couldn’t help but melt as your fingertips traced up the back of his neck and into his hair, all it took was for him to lean in a little closer, pressing your back against the table as his hand rested on your hip for you to want more. In a matter of seconds, you were on top of him, grinding against him in your nightgown as you lustfully kissed each other only pulling away for short breaths of air.

For a second, as he began kissing down your neck while pushing your thin nightgown up, you wanted to warn him that he’d be late, but the feeling of his fingers brushing over your nipples quickly made you change your mind. Clinging to him you press yourself down onto him harder, the feeling of his fully erect cock underneath you felt so good, and every gentle touch from his hands made that feeling intensify greatly.

“You’re so pretty,” He muttered against your hot skin, chills rising all over your body as you feel his breath on your neck, “Soo…” You felt like you could hardly breathe with how excited you were becoming, shamelessly grinding against him faster as you become increasingly wet you started to feel tingles all over your body. His soft lips felt like heaven, and his heavy breathing as he left sweet kisses on your jaw was making you feel like you’d explode, “I’m gonna be late…” He said in between short kisses, but you were far too gone to stop, you needed him, and it was too late to stop now. “Just fifteen more minutes…I’ve missed you.”

[baekhyunsbestie]

Hi babe 🌷 can I request the morning after ft. exo? 🫣

of course ya can, baby 🙂‍↕️😚

⟢ jongin

the first thing you feel is warmth. not just the kind from the morning sun filtering through the curtains, but the kind that lingers—a heat deep in your bones, leftover from the way jongin had unraveled you the night before.

the second thing you feel is him.

jongin is always warm, but right now, he’s molten. his arm is wrapped securely around your waist, holding you against his chest, his breath slow and steady as it fans against the back of your neck. his lips are barely grazing your skin, the touch so light you almost think you’re imagining it.

except you’re not.

because when you shift—when you try to move even an inch away from him—a quiet, almost dangerous hum vibrates through his chest.

"where are you going?" his voice is thick with sleep, deep and husky, but there’s something else woven into it—something possessive.

"nowhere," you whisper, suddenly aware of how sore you are, the ache between your legs a clear reminder of the way he had taken you last night.

jongin hums again, satisfied, his fingers ghosting along your stomach, slow and deliberate. "good."

his hand tightens just slightly against your waist, holding you in place, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. "you don’t leave my bed until i say so."

your breath catches, heat creeping up your neck. "jongin—"

"shh, sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice dipping even lower. "just relax."

his fingers continue their slow descent, tracing the curve of your hip, down to the bruises he left behind. you shudder beneath his touch, and he smirks—you can feel it against your skin, feel the way he takes his time drinking in your reaction.

"you’re still so sensitive," he muses, his thumb pressing into one of the marks he left. "did i go too hard on you?"

you don’t answer, but the way your body reacts is enough.

jongin exhales a soft laugh, lips pressing against the curve of your shoulder, lingering there. "i should've taken my time with you."

his fingers slide higher, back to your waist, gripping you firmly. "should i do it now?"

your breath stutters, and that’s all the answer he needs.

⟢ chanyeol

the first thing you notice is the weight. a heavy arm draped over your waist, long legs tangled with yours, a body pressed so firmly against you that you can feel every inch of him—warm, solid, and completely unwilling to let you go.

the second thing you notice is the sound. low, husky humming, the faint vibration of it rumbling against your skin as chanyeol nuzzles into the crook of your neck.

you try to shift, but the moment you do, a dull ache spreads through your body—deep, throbbing, a reminder of the way he wrecked you last night.

chanyeol notices.

"oh?" his voice is thick with sleep, but there’s something else there—something teasing, something dark. his fingers press into your hips, slow and deliberate, as he pulls you even closer. "what’s wrong, baby?"

"nothing," you mumble, refusing to meet his gaze.

he hums, dragging his fingertips over your thigh, tracing the marks he left there. "too much?" he muses, his lips curving into a smirk. "should i make it worse?"

your breath catches.

he feels it—feels the way your body tenses, the way your fingers tighten in the sheets. and god, he loves it.

"yeol—"

"hm?" his lips graze your shoulder, his voice a deep rumble against your skin. "say it, baby. you know i love hearing you ask for it."

heat pools in your stomach, your thighs clenching instinctively, and his smirk deepens.

"oh," he laughs, rolling you onto your back, his body pressing flush against yours. "you do want me to make it worse."

⟢ sehun

the first thing you feel is exhaustion. the kind that sinks into your muscles, leaving you sore in a way that makes heat creep up your neck as last night floods back in vivid, breathless detail.

the second thing you feel is him.

sehun is still beside you, his arm slung over your waist, his body stretched out like he owns not just the bed but the world. his breathing is steady, but you know he’s awake—can feel the way his fingers trace idle patterns over your hip, slow and deliberate.

you shift slightly, testing the ache in your limbs, and that’s when he speaks.

"don’t even think about running," he mutters, voice thick with sleep, deep and lazy.

you let out a soft scoff. "who said i was running?"

"baby, you’re always running from me," he drawls, finally cracking one eye open, and damn it—he looks good. his hair is a mess, lips slightly swollen, jaw sharp enough to cut.

you roll onto your side, ready to argue, but the movement makes you wince. sehun sees. and smirks.

"oh?" he hums, fingers tightening around your waist, tugging you back against him. "what’s wrong, pretty girl? feeling a little worn out?"

heat rushes to your face. "shut up."

he grins—cocky, satisfied, downright insufferable. "nah, i don’t think i will." his fingers skim lower, tracing the marks he left on your skin, his voice dropping. "not when you look this good in the morning."

you shove at his chest, but he barely budges, his laughter low and rich in your ear.

"so grumpy," he teases, rolling you onto your back, his weight pressing into you. "thought i fucked that attitude out of you last night."

"sehun—"

he hums, leaning down, lips barely brushing yours. "mm. maybe i should try again."

⟢ kyungsoo

the first thing you notice is the scent of him—clean, rich, a little musky from sleep. the second is the warmth of his body beside you, solid and steady, his presence wrapping around you like an unspoken claim.

you shift, muscles aching, and a low chuckle rumbles from the other side of the bed.

"hurts?" his voice is quiet, calm, but there’s something in it—something deep, something unreadable.

you force your eyes open, and there he is, sitting at the edge of the bed, one leg bent, an untouched cup of tea cradled in his hands. he’s shirtless, the morning light casting soft shadows over his toned shoulders, his gaze fixed on you—watchful, almost lazy.

you swallow, your body still thrumming with the remnants of last night. "obviously," you mutter, shifting again, only to wince.

kyungsoo hums, setting his tea down before leaning over, one hand resting against the mattress, the other tracing slow, featherlight touches over your exposed skin. "i told you to be careful," he murmurs, his lips just barely brushing against your temple. "but you didn’t listen."

heat creeps up your neck as you glare at him. "you didn’t tell me you were going to—"

"mm," he interrupts, tilting his head slightly, a faint smirk ghosting over his lips. "i did. you just didn’t care at the time."

you go silent, because he’s right. and he knows it.

his fingers trail lower, brushing over the marks on your hips, and his smirk deepens when he hears the way your breath catches.

"you’re always so stubborn," he muses, shifting so his lips hover just over yours. "but you’ll learn."

your stomach tightens at his words, at the way his eyes darken—because you know exactly what he means.

he leans in, lips brushing yours in a whisper of a kiss, and you barely have time to process it before he pulls away, reaching for his cup again.

"bath or breakfast?" he asks casually, as if he didn’t just unravel you with a few touches and a look.

your heart is still racing. "what?"

he glances at you over the rim of his cup. "which do you want first?"

his voice is calm. patient. but his eyes tell a different story.

because no matter which you choose, you know he’s not done with you yet.

⟢ junmyeon

the soft scent of coffee lingers in the air, blending with the crisp morning breeze drifting in through the open window. the sheets are cool against your skin, but the warmth beside you is undeniable—junmyeon, already awake, sitting against the headboard with one arm draped casually over his knee. his free hand holds a book, though his eyes aren’t on the pages.

they’re on you.

"you're awake," he murmurs, setting his book aside. his voice is rich and smooth, laced with amusement as he watches you blink up at him, still drowsy from sleep.

"barely," you croak, voice hoarse, and he chuckles, reaching over to brush his fingers along your cheek.

"you sound wrecked." his touch is gentle, but the smirk tugging at his lips is anything but. "sore?"

heat floods your face as you roll onto your side, pressing your cheek into the pillow to avoid his knowing gaze. he hums, amused by your shyness, and lets his fingers trail lower, dancing over the marks he left on your body.

"don't hide," he says, his voice softer now, coaxing. "i like seeing you like this—messy, sleepy, still feeling me all over you."

you squeeze your eyes shut. "you're insufferable."

junmyeon laughs, low and indulgent, before leaning down, his breath warm against your temple. "and yet, you still ended up in my bed."

you grumble something unintelligible, and he tuts, shaking his head. "no need to pout, love. i already ran you a bath. figured you'd need it after..." he pauses, lips curving into a smirk. "...everything."

you lift your head just enough to glare at him. "are you ever going to stop being smug?"

his fingers tilt your chin up, his lips grazing against yours in a slow, teasing kiss. "not when i have every reason to be."

you hate that he’s right.

"come on," he murmurs, slipping out of bed and offering his hand. "unless you’d rather stay here and let me make you sore again."

the choice is yours, but judging by the look in his eyes, you already know he wouldn't mind either way.

⟢ baekhyun

the first thing you notice is the soreness, a deep, satisfying ache that lingers in your bones. the second is the warmth beside you—baekhyun, sprawled across the bed, his body half-covered by the sheets, his arm still loosely draped over your waist. his lips are parted, his breathing slow and steady, hair tousled in that effortless way that makes him look both angelic and sinful at the same time.

you try to move, but the moment you shift, a sharp pang shoots through your thighs, making you suck in a breath. baekhyun hums beside you, his hold tightening as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. "mmh… where do you think you're going?" his voice is thick with sleep, low and raspy, sending a shiver straight through you.

"i—" you pause, your voice embarrassingly hoarse. "i was just—"

"trying to run away?" he finishes for you, his lips curling into a smirk against your skin. "after the way you were begging for me last night?"

"i was not—"

"oh, baby," he chuckles, rolling onto his side so he's half-draped over you, his hand tracing slow, lazy circles over your waist. "you so were." his fingers dip lower, grazing over the bruises he left on your hips, making you shiver. "sounded so pretty too. should've recorded it."

you smack his arm, your face burning, but he only laughs, catching your wrist and pinning it against the mattress. "what, you can take everything i gave you last night, but you can’t handle a little teasing?" his eyes are dark, hungry, filled with amusement and something much deeper.

"you’re so annoying," you grumble, looking away.

baekhyun tuts, shaking his head as he leans in, his lips brushing against your jaw. "you love it."

you hate that he’s right.

he shifts, rolling you onto your back, settling between your legs like it’s second nature. you gasp when his hips press into yours, when you feel just how awake he already is.

"baek—"

"shh," he whispers, lips ghosting over yours, his fingers skimming up your thigh. "let me make it up to you."

⟢ minseok

the first thing you register is the warmth. not just from the thick blankets wrapped around you, but from the solid weight of minseok’s arm resting possessively over your waist. his body is flush against yours, his chest firm and steady against your back, his slow, even breaths fanning against your bare shoulder.

he’s awake. you can tell from the way his fingers trace light, lazy circles against your hip, the way his grip tightens slightly when you shift.

"mmh…" your voice comes out hoarse, weak, and minseok hums in response, his lips grazing over the curve of your neck.

"morning, baby," he murmurs, voice low and heavy with sleep.

you try to move, only to freeze when a dull ache spreads through your limbs, the remnants of last night’s intensity sinking into your bones. minseok notices immediately, his grip firm as he holds you in place.

"ah," he muses, his tone dripping with amusement. "too sore to run away?"

you groan, burying your face in the pillow. "you knew this would happen."

he chuckles, shifting so he’s hovering over you now, his lips trailing along your shoulder, slow and deliberate. "of course, i knew," he murmurs, his fingers ghosting over the marks he left on your skin. "i was the one making you fall apart."

your breath catches when his hands slide lower, gripping your waist as he presses his hips into yours, letting you feel just how awake he already is.

"minseok—"

he smirks, leaning in to nip at your ear. "hmm? what is it, baby?"

you clench your jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response, and he laughs, his voice dark, indulgent.

"still got that attitude, huh?" his fingers curl under your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. his eyes are unreadable, deep pools of something that makes your stomach tighten. "should i remind you who made you beg last night?"

your heart stutters, and he must see the way your lips part, the way your breath hitches—because his smirk deepens.

"or should i make you do it again?"

the choice isn’t really yours.

⟢ yixing

the first thing you feel is the weight of an arm draped across your waist, a steady heartbeat pressed against your back. the scent of him lingers on the sheets—something musky, something intoxicating.

you stir slightly, but the moment you do, his grip tightens. a quiet hum rumbles against your skin as yixing nuzzles into the crook of your neck, his lips brushing over your shoulder in a slow, lazy kiss.

"don’t move," he murmurs, voice thick with sleep, low and husky.

you let out a soft breath, your body still heavy from exhaustion, and he smiles against your skin, his fingers tracing light, soothing patterns along your arm. "sore?"

you don’t answer right away, but the way you shift—hesitant, wincing just a little—tells him everything. his hand moves lower, smoothing over the curve of your hip before squeezing gently.

"i was too much, wasn’t i?" he muses, his tone holding no real regret—only quiet satisfaction, laced with something deeper.

you groan, burying your face in the pillow. "you know you were."

yixing chuckles, a soft, velvety sound that sends warmth pooling in your stomach. "then why didn’t you stop me?"

your lips part, but no words come out. because you didn’t want to. because he made you feel too good. because the way he touched you, the way he murmured your name in the dark, the way he worshipped every inch of you—it left you utterly undone.

he shifts then, rolling you onto your back, his body pressing against yours, skin warm and bare beneath the sheets. his fingers trail down, brushing over the marks he left along your thighs, and his gaze darkens.

"you should rest," he murmurs, his touch slow, deliberate, reverent.

but the way his lips ghost over yours, the way his hands slide lower, the way his voice dips into something deeper—something dangerous—tells you rest is the last thing on his mind.

[jongbross]

[untitled] (do kyungsoo x reader)

pairing: do kyungsoo x reader word count: 207 genre: 🤭 warnings: sexual themes, riding, chocking, swearing, bald kyungsoo a/n: i watched elyxion the other day and bald kyungsoo made me feel... things. i've been thinking about this ever since. also, i couldn't come up with a title, i'm sorry 😭

kyungsoo groaned at you, pulling your arms away from his neck.

"stop that or i'll cum", he whispered, feeling the back of his neck burning from your scratching.

ever since he shaved his head again you missed having something to tug on during sex, as you used to pull his hair to relieve some of the delicious pain he made you feel.

"do you like it?", you whispered back, clenching around him at the thought of him enjoying being marked, something he never quite did.

kyungsoo moaned, still holding both of your arms. he thrusted his hips up, meeting your actions as you rode him. you took the chance to kiss him, his lips so soft against your own. when he dropped your arms to wrap a hand around your neck, you quickly put yours on his neck again.

at the same time that kyungsoo squeezed your throat, you scratched his neck again, dragging your nails to his shoulder blades this time.

"fuck...", he groaned deeply. "you're such a brat."

"tell me you don't like it and then i'll stop..."

kyungsoo smirked at you, feeling your pulse under his fingertips. when he flipped you over the bed, you knew the night wasn't going to end so soon.

[exouniverse]

Not by Happenstance - Moodboard • Kyungsoo x gn!reader

[eomayas]

exo getting caught simping for you

a/n: it’s ok to be a simp! some are suggestive (jongdae, baekhyun, sehun) this is a bit long btw!

minseok: “i miss you,” he says into the phone, cradling it to his ear. he can practically hear your smile when you respond with i miss you too. “what are you doing right now?” he asks, pulling the blanket closer to his chin and snuggling deeper in the bed. minseok wishes it was you that he was lying with, and not these hotel pillows.

“talking to you,” you reply cheekily. minseok giggles at this the way only a person in love would. “baby, you should probably get some sleep. you have a show tomorrow.” you say and he sighs, his bottom lip jutting out slightly.

“but i want to talk to you!” he whines, somewhat like a child would. you only scoff and tell him that he can call you in the morning after he’s had some rest. “fine. i love you, honey!” he says, just as the hotel door opens and jongin and baekhyun walk in, jongin making a face at him and baekhyun laughing.

“i love you, honey!” jongin mocks, bursting into a fit of giggles. “is that jongin?” you ask, amusement in your voice.

minseoks cheeks turn red. “yes, goodnight, y/n,” he says, rushing to get off of the phone.

“don’t hang up on me!” you say, letting out a light laugh at his embarrassment.

“y/n,” he groans, burying his face into the pillow. jongin and baekhyun are quietly waiting for him to say something so cheesy and incriminating, so that they can use it against him later.

you giggle and sigh. “alright. goodnight minseokie, i love you. tell jongin i love him too,” you say, blowing him a kiss into the phone before hanging up. minseok would have blown one back, but he is already getting mocked by his younger members and can’t handle the teasing he’s going to get for the next few days.

“minseokie!” baekhyun yells, making smooching sounds at him. jongin giggles and joins in, the two men jumping onto his bed and shouting the nickname and pretending to be you on the phone.

minseok wishes he was dead.

junmyeon: “please don’t leave,” your boyfriend groans, burying his face into your neck, holding you close to him. you rub your hands up and down his back soothingly. “come with?” he asks, pulling back to look up at you with wide eyes.

“no,” you say, punctuating it with a kiss. suho let’s out a groan and a fake cry, and you laugh. “you’re such a baby.” you say, running your hands through his hair.

“yours,” he says quietly, and you smile, squeezing him tightly before patting his back and telling him that he needs to get ready to leave. junmyeon stands up straight and looks down at you, a dejected look i’m his face.

“oh my god, you’re so dramatic!” you say, and he cracks a small smile. you gently whack him on the chest and clutches your hand in his, settling it over his heart. “it’s only a few days.” you say, rubbing his forearm with your free hand.

junmyeon juts out his bottom lip slightly. “i dont know what i’ll do without you,” he says, and a brief snort makes you both perk up and look around for culprit, finding sehun wheeling his suitcase behind him.

“you’re so dramatic,” sehun says to junmyeon, laughing at his leader and older friend. junmyeons face sobers, turning bright red at his youngest member making fun of him and seeing him in such a vulnerable state.

“go away,” junmyeon all but whines and stomps his foot as he says it, making you giggle at him. he rolls his eyes at you and you wave goodbye to sehun who (for once) listens to what junmyeon tells him to do. “this isn’t funny.”

“it kind of is,” you say, grabbing his hands and pulling him closer to you. he continues to pout, even after you cradle his face in your hands and smush his cheeks together. “i love you, junmy.” you say. he only hums in response and you gasp, letting go of him. “say it back, asshole!”

he smiles and pulls you back towards him. “i love you, y/n,” he says, his voice sincere. junmyeon puts his hands on your hips and leans down to your level, brushing his nose with yours. he gets close to your lips and you pull back slightly.

“i’m gonna miss you,” you whisper, looking into his eyes. he gives you a soft smile, and this time you let him kiss you, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close. it’s probably too intimate of a kiss for public, but neither of you show any signs of caring.

“we’re leaving without you!” minseok and jongin shout, breaking up your kiss with your man. junmyeon sighs and goes back to pouting almost immediately, and you gently push him away from you and towards his group members who are starting to board the jet. “hurry up, lover boy!” minseok shouts before disappearing into the jet.

“go,” you say, pulling away from him at last. junmy sighs again, finally starting to head towards the jet, looking over his shoulder at you dramatically like they do in the movies. you giggle at that and wave once he gets up to the door of the plane. “i love you!” you shout, and rather than getting a response from him, the rest of the exos shout. “i love you too!”

baekhyun: you smile at your boyfriend on facetime as he hums absentmindedly. he’s looking away from the camera, and you get a nice view of his side profile. “baek,” you say, resting the side of your head in your palm.

“hmm?” he says and turns to the camera, a soft smile on his face. you smile back at him, hearts probably taking the shape of your eyes.

“i love you,” you say, suddenly feeling very embarrassed. he smiles wide, showing his teeth and making his eyes crinkle.

“i love you too,” he says. you hear a door open on his side, and he turns around to greet whoever it is. “hey, junmyeon. say hi to y/n.” he says, moving the camera to show his leader. junmyeon crosses him arms over his his bare chest, trying to shield himself from you.

“hi, y/n. sorry i’m not dressed, i just showered,” he says apologetically.

“it’s alright,” you reply.

“what do you mean it’s alright?” baekhyun shouts, turning the camera back to his face, sporting an incredulous expression.

you roll your eyes. “you know what i meant,” you say.

“you should only be alright with seeing me naked,” baekhyun says.

“i’m more than okay with that,” you say, and he smiles. he pretends to lift his shirt up, and junmyeon yells at him to stop, not while he’s still digging for his pajamas. you only giggle and add, “you can get naked whenever.”

“can you wait a second!?” junmyeon yells, frantically digging around his bag for his clothing so he can lock himself in the bathroom and get away from you and baekhyun.

jongdae: “you know i miss you,” you say into the phone, a hand on your chest, right over your heart where jongdae lives.

“yeah? how much?” he asks teasingly, a big smile on his face. he leans his shoulder into the wall and crosses one leg behind the other.

“a lot,” you reply, unable to contain your smile. so far, every conversation you’ve had with him since he’s been gone on tour. "she misses you too." you add coolly, biting the inside of your cheek.

jongdae's cheeks tinge pink and he looks down at the floor. "yeah?" he manages, putting a hand on the back of his neck, his face only getting redder at the thought of you. its been too long since hes had you.

"mhm. we miss you a lot."

he only smiles to himself and says "both of you can show me how much when i get back," just as the door to the practice room opens and kyungsoo enters, his eyes narrowed in jongdae's direction. when jongdae blushes bright red at getting caught, kyungsoo raises his eyebrows, a knowing smirk on his face. "baby, i gotta go." he says, clearing his throat and straightening his posture.

on the other line, you frown. "fine. but you are upsetting us." jongdae glances over at kyungsoo who has taken a seat on the floor, preoccupied with his phone.

"i'll make it up to you," he says, turning his back to kyungsoo's direction. "swear i will. just be good." he says lowly, already embarrassed from kyungsoo walking in on the both of you having borderline phone sex.

"don't know if i can do that, dae. we really miss you. she's getting lonely; nothing feels as good as you do," you sigh, resting your head on the couch pillow.

jongdae forces himself to think about anything other than your words in order to stop a tent from forming in his pants. "kyungsoo is here," he mutters, many minutes too late.

you gasp. "oh my god, jongdae! can he hear me?" you panic, irritated that he let it get that far with an audience.

"i dont think so?" your fiancee replies, his voice unsure.

"oh my god, bye, jongdae," you say, and hang up before he can get another word in. jongdae lets out a breath and squeezes his eyes shut, trying to rid his brain of images of you on top and underneath him.

turning around and sliding his phone back into his pocket, jongdae starts walking over to kyungsoo. kyungsoo lifts his eyes from his phone at the sound of jongdaes footsteps and says, "you should really turn your phone volume down," making jongdae stop in his tracks get insanely red in the face, embarrassment flooding his body.

chanyeol: "wait, listen to this real quick," chanyeol says, scrolling through his laptop to find the track he had showed you a few weeks ago. he's changed a few things and added more drums and a flute--he really values your opinion on his music and wants you to hear what hes made.

you wait patiently for him to click play. the opening notes make you smile as you remember the way you told him he should let them play before he stacks them and blends the sounds together. "replay that part," you say when you hear something new.

chanyeol rewinds a few seconds and presses play before asking, "this part?"

you listen and gasp when you hear it again. "yes! pause it!" you shout over the phone. "did you add a violin?" you ask, a smile on your face.

chanyeol smiles at the phone, impressed with the way you've enhanced your musical knowledge and have noticed little things, like the violin strings that are stacked behind drums. "i did," he says, proudly.

you sigh in awe of him. "yeolie you're so... you're so cool," you gush, like a little schoolgirl talking to her crush. everything about chanyeol amazes you and makes you smile, and yes, maybe it’s because you’re in love with him, but you also would like to think that it would be this way even if you weren’t, if you were just friends or some fan.

chanyeol can’t help but blush at your words, the tips of his ears turning red in the way that you love. “aw, he’s blushing!” jongin says, taking the phone away from chanyeol to tell you. you smile, your heart swelling at the image your brain conjures up.

“are his ears turning red?” you ask and chanyeol yells in protest, only making his blush deepen.

“of course,” jongin replies, ducking out of reach when chanyeol swings to hit him. you only giggle and sigh, feeling mildly upset that you are not there to witness one of you favorite things ever.

“give me back my phone!” chanyeol says, reaching around jongin for it, but the younger man is too quick and gets out of the desk chair and crosses the studio in record time.

“you know, he’s made, like, four songs for you. i don’t know why he didn’t show you one of those,” he says, a devilish grin on his face, though he’s telling the truth. at this admission, chanyeol launches himself from his seat. “i’m sorry! please! here, take it back!” he pleads, holding out his phone for chanyeol to take back and shielding his body from the blows that don’t come.

“shut the fuck up,” chanyeol groans at jongin, taking the phone off speaker and it putting it to his ear. “ignore him.” he says to you, running a hand through his hair.

“…so you didn’t write four songs for me?” you question. chanyeol bites the inside of his cheek, not ready to admit that yes, he did write four songs for you, most of which have lyrics that he hasn’t let anybody hear. “yeol.”

“hmm?” he says, settling back into his chair at the engineering table, his face burning. you smile, because you’ve got your answer.

kyungsoo: you run your hands over kyungsoo's newly shaved head, grimacing a bit when you run your hands the opposite direction of the cut and the follicles prick your fingers. "you don't like it?" he asks after seeing your face.

"i love it, actually. just feels weird," you say, dragging your hands down to the sides of his face and smiling down at him. kyungsoo gives you a small smile. he turns his head to the side and kisses the inside of your palm, your heart melting in your chest. "hi." you say shyly, kyungsoo leaning into your touch.

he smiles up at you, his eyes crinkling around the edges. "hi, pretty," he says, and you could just die. you remove your hands from the sides of his face and put them on his shoulders and adjust yourself in his lap so you are fully facing him and your legs are on either side of him, knees resting on the couch. kyungsoo laces his hands together behind your back, loosely holding you against him. “you look really pretty today.”

“just today?”

kyungsoos cheek turn a light shade of pink. “always,” he says, you smile at him and lean down to place a gentle kiss on his lips. the door to the lounge opens, and all 7 of the exos walk in loudly.

“y/n!” they shout when they see you on kyungsoos lap, making kyungsoo and you pull apart resignedly. irritation is etched on your boyfriends face at the interruption, and you gently pinch his cheek before moving to turn around.

“hi, you gu- kyungsoo, let me get up,” you say when he holds you tightly on his lap, making you turn around uncomfortably to greet the other members. at your request, kyungsoo let’s you get up with a sigh, holding onto the back of your skirt so you don’t accidentally flash the men behind you. “you guys did great tonight!” you compliment when you’re finally standing up and facing them.

a conversation breaks out, and you don’t notice when you lean against the couch and drape your arm over kyungsoos shoulder, gently stroking the side of his face. you both hold hands with your free one, and he rubs the inside of your palm with his thumb.

it’s only when you notice chanyeol cut his eyes at you and kyungsoo being so clingy that you smile. “kyungsoo, i’ve never seen you act like this!” he says, his eyes wide.

“like what?” kyungsoo asks absentmindedly, looking up at you with eyes that make your knees weak and your heart beat faster.

“so cheesy, and-“ kyungsoo snaps his head to look at chanyeol, daring him to finish his sentence. chanyeol closes his mouth, a nervous smile on his face just from a look from kyungsoo alone. the other members wait in silence, as do you, with amusement on their face, waiting for chanyeol to continue and claim his fate or to surrender. “never mind.” he says, waving kyungsoo off.

a collective giggle is let out in the room, and kyungsoo looks up at you with wide eyes, unaware of the effect he has on people.

jongin: “here,” jongin says softly, holding out his fork in front of your face. you try to take it out of his hands and he pulls it back, shaking his head. “let me do it.” he says, a shy smile on his face.

you comply and open your mouth, letting him feed you. “is it good?” he asks, watching you with so much love in his eyes it’s slightly overwhelming. you nod and give him a thumbs up, swallowing the food. jongin smiles and gives you a soft kiss on your lips.

this goes for the rest of the night; he’ll present food in front of your face and wait for you to open up to feed you, ask you if it’s good, and then kiss you. it’s sweet, really, and you don’t think anything of it, even after the rest of the exos join you for your meal.

sometimes you feed jongin, but most of the time he steals it off your plate or you put it on his. it becomes second nature for you both. “ooh, let me try that,” you say, pointing to the dessert that kyungsoo places down in front of jongin. your boyfriend cuts off a piece, giving you the first bite.

you accept the food and your eyes widen as you taste it. “kyungsoo, this is really good!” you say after you chew and swallow. he gives you a kind smile and thanks you.

jongin already has another bite of food waiting for you when you turn back to ask him, and you accept it with a smile on your face. he can only smile back, resisting the urge to grab your face and just kiss you until the sun rises, his group members be damned.

the man made sound of a whip cracking makes you and jongin snap your head in the direction, eyes falling on jongdae, minseok, baekhyun, and junmyeon all giggling, or holding back laughs. you smirk and look over at jongin, who wears an annoyed expression. “whatever,” he mumbles. you rub his back and he leans into you, making the situation worse because even kyungsoo joins in on the teasing, pantomiming cracking a whip and making the noise as well.

sehun: you cage your arms around him and put your chin on the center of his chest, looking up at him. sehun looks down at you with a small smile. “you’re cute,” he says, and if his arms weren’t pressed so tightly against his sides he’d boop your nose.

“so are you,” you say to him, loosening your hold around him and instead wrapping your arms around his waist.

“i know,” he says, and you roll your eyes. sehun moves hair out of your face and leans down to place a kiss on your lips. “cmon, let’s finish.” he says, sliding out of your grip. the two of you had choreographed a dance to a song you both liked, and had been using the exo practice room for a few hours now.

you nod and he jogs over to the speaker to play the song again, and then comes back to get into the starting position. you watch yourself in the mirror as you hit all of the moves, your feet feeling like they barely touch the floor. sehun watches you too, getting lost in the way that you move so freely, like you’re weightless and gravity isn’t any concern of yours.

he misses a few steps and you notice, smirking at him through the mirror. “keep up, lover boy,” you say, doing the last few moves as the song comes to a close. you wipe your sweaty forehead with the hem of your shirt, and sehun comes over to you, just as the door to the practice room opens. you turn and wave at jongdae, and he greets you and sehun with a wave, his phone pressed to his ear.

sehun takes this moment to pull you closer to him by your shirt. you let out a light laugh at him, and awkwardly keep your hands off of him because youre both sweaty. “i’m all gross,” you say.

“me too,” and he leans down and kisses you, his hands sticking to your skin through your shirt. you hold onto his arms, cringing at the feeling of sticky skin on sticky skin, and pull away.

“it’s too gross,” you say, making a face. sehun frowns at you, and you have to hold back a smile.

“you think i’m gross?”

“when we’re both sweaty? yes,” you say say, putting your hands on your hips.

“i like you when you’re sweaty,” sehun replies. “i like you when you’re all dirty.” he adds, making you exclaim in protest and draw the attention of jongdae, who just gives you both a disgusted look.

[paintingwhiteceilings]

❃How EXO acts around their crush❃

a/n: This is 10000% just for my own pleasure. I may have had this in my drafts for weeks... I am totally okay with all the Kyungsoo solo content and EXO ladder dropping. Totally. Super functional, delusional who?

ALSO to any EXO-L that are sharing Chen's LEAKED wedding photos. Please be respectful and either delete them or, at the very least, blur out his wife's face. Chen has gone to great lengths to safeguard her privacy, as she is not famous nor wants to be in the spotlight. Not to mention that there could be crazy sasaengs out there with ill intent. Sharing her info is basically doxing, and it is insane to me how many people shared these posts without much thought. Anyway, I needed to share my frustrations.

Xiumin/Minseok:

✾ He is a lot shyer than the other members; where most of EXO probably feels comfortable enough to act on their crushes, he is a bit more reserved. He wants to test the waters first, ascertaining whether the feeling is mutual. Whenever you are around and are talking to other people, he sits back silently, observing your reactions.

✾ Xiumin is smiling so widely around you that the other members worry that his muscles might start cramping up soon. The moment he sees you, his bubbly personality starts to really shine through, and sometimes you can't help but wonder whether this man truly is 33.

✾ That being said, from the moment that anyone offers Xiumin a couple of drinks, his confidence spikes, and he will start flirting with you. His flirting is still extremely sweet and cute; Xiumin can be incredibly charming when he wants to be.

Suho/Junmyeon

✾ He is such a gentleman around you, trying to make you feel at ease with his kind gestures. Whether it is him pulling back a chair or opening a door for you, he will do anything to make you feel like a princess.

✾ Being one of EXO's proud black card owners, he will casually buy you whatever you need. He keeps repeating that he wants to treat his friends when you try to interject. You can't completely refute it; he does spend a lot of money on the members. Yet, you can't help but feel like his gifts are slightly too expensive and excessive for 'just friends'.

✾ So. Many. Soft. Glances. Suho looks at you like you hung the moon and the stars; you catch him staring at you almost every time you look over. Conversations with him can, therefore, be a tad awkward. He doesn't always register what you are saying; he is so absorbed in watching you that he forgets to listen.

✾ The other members relentlessly tease him for it. If you don't catch on based on Suho's actions, you will definitely catch on due to his members' relentless teasing. Whenever he does anything remotely romantic around you, their faces light up like Christmas came early. The members are not subtle about it whatsoever, thoroughly enjoying putting their leader in a slightly uncomfortable position.

Baekhyun:

✾ The members didn't think it was possible, but Baekhyun somehow became louder. It is as if he wants to draw your attention simply by screaming, as he no longer has any volume control when you are around. Everyone can hear your conversation from across the room, and his laughter becomes borderline obnoxious as it overpowers any other sound.

✾ He is such a tease and a suggestive one at that. Considering he has no problem revealing intimate, not suitable to be aired on national TV, details about the members' bodies, he won't have any trouble suggestively flirting with you. Where Xiumin's pick-up lines are cute, Baekhyun's are far from it. Give this man some holy water, Jesus.

✾ He is so intense with his flirting that it sometimes crosses the line of sexy to parody, coming off as a joke. Baekyhyun has a very flirty personality and isn't above flirting with his friends. Even though he isn't subtle about his crush, he can accidentally fall into the "he flirts with everyone" category, making you question whether he genuinely likes you or is just being friendly.

✾ He really enjoys the chase when it comes to relationships. Thus, it will take him quite some time before he asks you out, simply because he likes the push-and-pull game.

Chanyeol

✾ There is nothing subtle about Mr. Park Chanyeol. The moment he sees someone he wants to date, he is going for it full steam ahead. Puppy Chanyeol is momentarily retired as he makes his way over to you; Chanyeol knows that he is handsome and sexy, and he is ready to show it to you. I hope you weren't interested in anyone else because the moment you return any of his interest, he will be flirting with you like there is no tomorrow.

✾ Internally, he is so excited to be talking to you, and sometimes, you will see glimpses of his cute puppy-like persona, especially once he feels like you are just as interested. Still, the words coming out of this man's mouth, Jesus part two. Please go and ask Baekyhun to pass the holy water.

✾ That being said, he will get embarrassed when the other members are around or slightly bashful when you return his flirting at full force. I don't think Chanyeol is used to anyone sharing his level of intensity, so once you do, he gets a bit flustered. He absolutely loves it, though. Your compliments got him grinning from ear to ear.

D.O./Kyungsoo

✾ Don't get me wrong, I adore this man to a delusional extent, but he is absolutely hopeless when it comes to communicating with his crush. He won't go anywhere near you if he can't help it; he prefers looking at you from afar. He is someone who favours being approached first over approaching you himself. It isn't that he doesn't want to talk to you; he simply isn't the type of person to initiate contact with his crush and tends to stay back when he can tell that someone else is interested, too. 

✾ Even if he finds himself near you, don't expect him to have a full-blown conversation with you. He already tends to be a man of little words, but when it comes to you, he is a man of not a single word. Being around you is enough to make him happy; he doesn't really need to have a deep conversation. 

✾ Nevertheless, his actions make more than up for it. He is such a gentleman, being the definition of preferential treatment. You don't have a chair to sit on? He will quietly offer you his. Your sweater got caught on something? He will silently help you get it out. Although he may not say much to you, he communicates his feelings through his actions. 

Kai/Jongin

✾ If you think Xiumin or Kyungsoo are shy, you have not yet met Kai with a crush. He turns into absolute mush the moment he sees you, giggling and blushing whenever you do as much as breathing. You can't even see him because he has resorted to hiding behind the other members, preferably Sehun or Chanyeol, as they are tall enough to obscure him completely.

✾ If he somehow musters up the courage to talk to you, good luck having it go anywhere because he can barely make it through a sentence without giggling. It is obvious to everyone around him that he is smitten with you; his laughs are awkwardly loud, and his eyes are literally shooting hearts.

✾ The moment he manages to ask you to dance, his shy demeanour completely changes. His movement… His expressions… The way he is smirking at you… Maybe you should go and ask Chanyeol whether there is anything left of the holy water he borrowed from Baekyhun.

Sehun

✾ He has one of two ways of acting around his crush: either he acts super bratty or becomes painfully shy. It depends on whether he has met and talked to you before. But, if you are complete strangers, he would be so quiet, hiding in the furthest corner he can find.

✾ He will pester the members to go over and collect as much information as they can about you. They will do it because he will whine the entire night about it if they don't and, repeat with me, what Sehun wants, Sehun gets. The members try to convince Sehun to go talk to you himself, but Sehun stubbornly refuses. Bro will be playing the Maknae card harder than he ever has in his entire life.

✾ In the end, he will drag Suho with him, trying to 'casually' strike up a conversation with you. The small talk is painful, and in all honesty, Suho, with his dad jokes, isn't helping in the slightest. At the very least, it provides the two of you with a new conversational topic: the teasing of Suho.

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[baekhyunsbestie]

Lisa, who do you think in exo would want to have a baby boy and who a baby girl??

hi nonnie babie!! ty for the req 💞 obviiiiii they all would be amazing w both, but these are just the vibes they give off (to me)! :')

boy dads 💙

⟢ chanyeol – he just radiates that playful, best friend type of dad energy. he’d want a mini-him to do all sorts of chaotic things with, like gaming, playing instruments, and just being loud together.

⟢ jongin – something about him just screams “my son is my legacy.” like, he’d want a lil dude to pass down his dance skills to, dress him up in cool outfits, and be that effortlessly cool dad.

⟢ baekhyun – i'm so back n forth w this but i think he would totally want a baby boy so he can have a tiny, mischievous partner in crime. imagine them pulling pranks together and baekhyun acting like a kid himself.

⟢ sehun – i know he’s the youngest but hear me out…..he has major protective older brother energy, so i feel like he’d want a son to be his little shadow and to teach him how to be effortlessly cool (even though the kid might turn out just as unserious as him lmaoooo).

girl dads 💖

⟢ junmyeon – this man was born to be a girl dad. he’d treat his daughter like an absolute princess, be overprotective but also the softest, most doting dad everrrrr.

⟢ minseok – something about his reserved yet affectionate personality makes me think he’d melt for a baby girl. he’d be the type to attend tea parties and let her put makeup on him.

⟢ kyungsoo – definitely the dad who’d act all serious but would let his daughter get away w murder honestly. she’d bat her pretty lil lashes at him, and he’d fold immediately. ultimate soft girl dad.

⟢ yixing – such a sweet, nurturing guy, i just feel like he’d be the type to raise a daughter who is strong, confident, and kind. plus, he’d spoil her so much!!!

[jongbross]

A headcanon with Exo:

How would they express their feelings for the reader?

a/n: thank you for requesting <3 i did this thinking about love languages, i hope it's okay!

minseok:

acts of service.

minseok has a beautiful way with words, but most of the times he gets awkward to say them out loud, so he learned his love language is acts of service. whenever he sees you're feeling down, he'll do something nice for you, so more often than not you'll get home to him cleaning up the house, finishing that task you've been trying to do for weeks but work just wouldn't let you, or all dressed up waiting for you so he can take you out and treat you with a nice meal.

he always says "i love you" at the end of a phone call or before leaving, but more than that, he tends to show you he loves you through his acts.

junmyeon:

gifts.

i know we all (fans and members) joke about junmyeon being rich and spending all his money as he wants, but somehow he learned that giving gifts is also a love language.

don't get me wrong, he doesn't think he can win people over with that. but if you see and like a nice little pair of earrings, what's the matter with him buying it for you? if you complain to him that you're having a shitty day, is really that bad for him to buy you your favorite desert and get it delivered at your work? if you're the love of his life, the one he's sure he wants to spend the eternity with, can't he buy a new house for the two of you where you can start a family together?

think about it...

yixing:

physical touch.

zhang yixing is one of the softest boys out there. he has a busy schedule and he always puts work first, so sometimes he can't be around you as much as he'd want. so whenever he has some time to spend with you, believe me - he'll be all over you. he will kiss you every chance he have, hug you even if all you're doing is brushing your teeth, lean on your shoulder while you're watching your favorite show.

yixing always makes you feel loved, wanted. he's forever grateful for all the support you give him, for all the times you let him go with a smile on your face because he needed to persue his dreams. he may write a few songs about the way he feels about you, but he rather show you through his touch.

baekhyun:

quality time.

baekhyun knows exactly what he wants and how he wants, so he has confessed to you before. but the funny thing you've realized is, baekhyun is so full of love but has been hurt so many times, that he tries not to talk about his feelings a lot - he's lowkey scared it will all happen again if he wear them on his sleeve.

so, to always remind you how much he loves you and how he cares about you, he learned to just spend some time with you. and it's so natural to him, to turn off the world and just focus on you, give you his full attention; watching your every move, listening to your every word, doing whatever makes you happy - always with a smile on his lips and eyes overflowing with tenderness.

jongdae:

words of affirmation.

have you seen jongdae? he's the walking form of words of affirmation. he is always reminding you how amazing you are, how he's grateful for all the things you do for him, how he knows you're capable of anything you want.

he might not be the one to give you the best birthday gift ever, for an example, but he will always be the one to make you cry at his beautiful words. he might not always be around when you need a hug, but he's always just a call away whenever you're facing some trouble and needs someone to tell you "i love you" and "i believe in you" - and jongdae does, from the bottom of his heart.

chanyeol:

acts of service & physical thouch.

chanyeol is a mix of both, i think. he's the human definition of a golden retriever, i swear! whenever you're sad or need some reassurance, chanyeol hugs you and pulls you closer to his chest because he solemly believe - but won't ever admit it - that how much he loves you emanates from his body and it can heal you.

apart from that, he also likes to shows you that he loves you through his actions rather than words, so don't be surprised if you ever come home and oh, that photo you two took together last month on a trip is now hanging on your wall. (:

kyungsoo:

acts of service.

if you think kyungsoo isn't good with his words, you're right. he has some trouble talking about his feelings, so very early on his life he learned that he can show gratitude and love through his actions. he tends to care for those around him, especially the ones who has done a lot for him too, so of course it wouldn't be different with you.

you also realized this as soon as you two got together. it isn't unusual for kyungsoo to only smile and nod when you tell him you love him, followed by either him bringing you food because you're so busy with work or letting you sleep till noon even though it's his day off and you were supposed to be together - you deserve that rest and he worries about your health because he loves you, so it's okay.

jongin:

physical touch.

there's a very specific moment in one of superm's lives that jongin holds baekhyun's fingers and keeps playing with them for such a long time... that's how he acts with you too.

jongin does say he loves you, very often actually, but you feel that everytime he touches you - which he also does a lot. he's always touching you somehow, from pulling you close everytime he laughs to just touching shoulders while watching something on the couch. he needs that warmth, he craves that from his lover, and he can only hope that it's enough to show you that hey, he's so in love with you (spoiler alert: it is more than enough).

sehun:

gifts.

poor baby doesn't know how to show love. perhaps, since he's not only exo's maknae but also the youngest from his family, he has always been spoiled and showered with love in so many ways that he doesn't know how to pay back. the only way he gets to do it, and that's also a little bit of junmyeon's fault, is through gift giving.

sehun showers you with gifts every chance he gets. anything you want, name it and it's yours - or don't name it, because sehun learned how to read you so everytime you see something, check the price and be like "hm, that's too expansive" DO NOT be fooled, give sehun barely two weeks and the thing you wanted it's on your hands. he'll spoil you rotten if you let him, but don't blame him, it's his way to say "i love you so much, thank you for taking care of me".

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Compromise - D.O (Kyungsoo)

The day you realised that it was always you initiating physical affection in your relationship was strange to say the least. You had been so happy with Kyungsoo until this revelation shattered the rose-tinted glasses, and doubt clouded your mind.

You made a conscious effort going forward to be less clingy with him and see if it was all in your head. Unfortunately, Kyungsoo didn't pick up the slack and there was just less skin-ship between you. Nothing else had really changed though, leaving you questioning both your logic and your relationship.

Kyungsoo was still inviting you out and planning dates, such as tonight when you found yourself over at his for dinner. When you first arrived, he had placed a gentle kiss on your cheek as you entered. This small gesture helped to calm your anxieties as your mind wondered through all the worse case scenarios.

The two of you began to talk as you followed him to the kitchen where he was finishing preparation for the meal. You exchanged stories of your days so far as usual until your boyfriends mood changed.

"I wasn't going to say anything until after we ate, but I think I need to now," Kyungsoo said, suddenly.

Immediately, the anxiety that had ebbed away returned.

"Are you still happy with me?" he asked.

"What?" you replied, a little incredulous at his question.

"You've changed, you've been really distant lately and I need to know if you still want to be with me," he explained.

For a moment, you froze, wanting nothing more in that moment than to hug him. "Of course I still want to be with you," you told him. "I just thought I was being too clingy and wanted to give you some space."

"Why do think that? Did I make you think that?"

"No," you answered, quickly. "Not exactly, I just- you don't really hug, and I was doing it a lot and I just thought, maybe... I was annoying you."

"You could never annoy me. I know that you just show your affection for me physically. I show mine by buying you things or cooking for you." He gestured at the food currently sat on the hob.

You nodded, knowing that Kyungsoo hadn't once made you actually feel unloved, despite the lack of skin-ship.

"We just have different love languages," he continued. "I know that can be hard sometimes, but we can make it work."

"Yeah," you agreed. "I'm sorry, I should have just spoken to you. You always make me feel loved, even if it isn't with hugs and kisses all the time."

"Good," Kyungsoo said with a little nod and a smile. "Now, come here, you need to make up for all those hugs I didn't get."

You happily shuffled towards him, securing your arms around his waist. "Don't let the dinner burn though," you muttered.

"I won't," he chuckled. There was a pause before he continued, "I'll make more of an effort with physical affection it if will help reassure you."

"You really don't have to."

"But I want to," he pulled out of the embrace and placed a quick kiss to your lips. "I love you, and sometimes that means compromising on things like love languages so that everyone feels happy and loved."

"I love you, too," you smiled at him, resting your hands on his shoulders.

"But now I really should check on dinner."

You laughed, and moved so that Kyungsoo could get back to the hob. All of a sudden you couldn't remember why you had gotten yourself into such a state before. Watching the man you loved carefully preparing food for you, you knew there would be no problem too big with him by your side.

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