#idk i kinda need yixing expeditiously

[baekhyunsbestie]

lisaaa 🫵 can you do this:

the exos fave body part(s) on their s/o 👄❗️

⟢ jongin – neck

this man loves burying his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent like it’s the only thing keeping him alive. he’s always pressing lazy kisses there, tracing the curve with his fingertips. don’t even get him started on when you wear perfume—he’s done for.

“you do this on purpose, don’t you?” jongin murmurs, his voice dropping an octave as his lips ghost over your neck. his hands find your waist, pulling you back against him until there’s no space left between you. “wearing that perfume… knowing damn well what it does to me.”

he presses a slow, open-mouthed kiss just below your ear, his teeth barely grazing your skin before he pulls away. your breath hitches, and he smirks, fingers tightening around your hips.

“smells sweet,” he hums, lips still hovering over your pulse. “wonder if you taste just as good.”

⟢ chanyeol – thighs

this man loves how soft they are, loves resting his head on them, loves squeezing them just because he can. he’s always got a hand there, whether you’re sitting beside him or draped across his lap. if you wear shorts or a dress? it’s game over.

“babe, don’t move.” chanyeol grumbles, shifting slightly as he rests his head on your thighs. his arms tighten around your waist, holding you in place. you chuckle, running your fingers through his hair.

“you’re literally using me as a pillow.”

“yeah? and??? best pillow ever,” he murmurs, nuzzling closer. his hands absentmindedly squeeze your thighs, his grip tightening for no reason other than the fact that he can. then, with a sly smirk, he adds, “but if you wanna move, i can think of better ways for you to use these.”

your eyes narrow. “chanyeol.”

“what?” he feigns innocence, lips twitching as he looks up at you. “i meant like… sitting on my lap or something.”

his smirk, however, tells a completely different story.

⟢ sehun – waist

he’s always pulling you close by your waist, resting his hands there absentmindedly. he loves how easily he can wrap his arms around you and how perfectly your body molds against his. bonus points if you wear something that cinches your waist—he won’t shut up about how good you look.

“fuck, baby… you’re really wearing that?” sehun groans, his hands sliding over your waist before gripping it firmly, pulling you against him. his fingers press into your skin like he’s holding himself back, his breath warm against your ear. “you know what this does to me.”

you smirk, tilting your head up to look at him. “do i?”

his grip tightens. “oh, you do.” his lips brush against your jaw, barely there, his voice low and full of promise. “and you’re gonna pay for it later.”

⟢ kyungsoo – hands

he loves how they fit in his, how they feel when you brush his hair back or cup his cheek. he’s subtle about it, but he’ll randomly grab your hand just to play with your fingers. loves seeing you wear rings too—something about them makes him wanna kiss your knuckles every chance he gets.

“your hands are so small,” kyungsoo mutters, his fingers toying with yours as he lazily traces circles over your palm. his voice is low, thoughtful, as he brings your hand up to his lips, brushing a slow, deliberate kiss over your knuckles.

you smirk, tilting your head. “yeah? what about it?”

his gaze flickers up to meet yours, something dark and unreadable settling in his eyes. he presses another kiss—this time to the inside of your wrist, lingering there as his breath fans against your skin. “just thinking about how pretty they’d look wrapped around something else.”

⟢ junmyeon – collarbones

there’s something so elegant about them, and he loves how they peek through when you wear something off-the-shoulder. he’ll trace them absentmindedly when you’re close, pressing soft kisses along the exposed skin.

“this dress was made to ruin me,” junmyeon murmurs, his fingers trailing down the curve of your collarbone, slow and deliberate. his lips follow the path his hands take, warm breath fanning against your skin. “do you know what you’re doing to me? standing there, looking like this—” his hands slip lower, ghosting over your sides before gripping your waist. “if you don’t want me to get distracted, you should probably cover up… or let me keep going.”

⟢ baekhyun – lips

this man is a menace. he’s obsessed with the way your lips move when you talk, the way they curve into a smile, the way they part when you’re about to say something. he’s always stealing kisses—quick pecks, lingering ones, anything to feel them against his own. bonus points if they’re glossed up or slightly swollen from biting them.

“you do that on purpose, don’t you?” baekhyun drawls, eyes dark as he watches you drag your teeth over your bottom lip. his fingers tilt your chin up, thumb brushing over the plump skin with a slow, deliberate touch. “can’t blame me for wanting to ruin them a little, right?”

before you can answer, his mouth is on yours—hot, teasing, his teeth barely grazing before his tongue swipes against the seam of your lips. he drinks in the quiet gasp you let out, deepening the kiss like he’s got all the time in the world. when he finally pulls away, his gaze flickers down to your lips, now slick and just a little swollen.

his smirk is lazy, voice dripping with amusement. “mm… much better. don’t 'cha think?”

⟢ minseok – back

especially the dip of your spine. he loves running his hands up and down your back when he holds you, pressing warm kisses along your shoulder blades. he’s the type to give random back massages just to feel your muscles relax under his touch—but sometimes, his hands start to wander.

“mm, you’re so tense,” minseok murmurs, his palms gliding over your bare back, fingertips teasing the curve of your spine. “i should really take my time with you, don’t you think?” his voice is low, laced with something darker as his lips ghost over your shoulder. when he presses a slow, open-mouthed kiss between your shoulder blades, his hands slide lower, tracing the small of your back with a featherlight touch. “relax for me, love... let me make you feel good.”

⟢ yixing – hips

his hands naturally gravitate there, whether he’s guiding you through a crowded place or just pulling you closer while you cuddle. he loves how they move when you dance, how easily they fit beneath his grip. but what really gets to him is the way they react to his touch—the slight tremble, the way your breath hitches when he applies just the right amount of pressure.

“you move too much,” yixing murmurs as you shift in his lap. his grip tightens around your hips, keeping you in place.

you raise an eyebrow at him playfully. “and? what are you gonna do about it?”

his smirk is slow, teasing, as his fingers trace lazy circles against your skin, “i can think of a few things.”