#suho drabble

[baekhyunsbestie]

hiiii can you write a little something for junmyeon? istg he's so underrated its hard to find writings for him (especially sexy ones 🫣) maybe something along the lines of him being very respectful but once consent is given he goes batshit crazy wanting to breed you? you know what they say - its always the quiet ones that are freaks in bed sbdbdbdn

P.S i LOVEEEEEEE your writings please do continue to write more bb 🤍

of course nonnie babie!!! we all know junmyeon is the epitome of polite restraint… until he isn’t 😩 pls my thighs were clenched the entire time writing this

junmyeon gets so desperate to taste you that it borders on worship. it’s almost sweet—if it weren’t so fucking filthy.

he’s always so polite about it at first, voice soft, hands gentle, waiting for your permission like the perfect gentleman he is. he asks—because that’s just the kind of man he is—but god help you once you give it. because the second he hears that lil “y-yes,” that little hum of approval, it’s like a switch fucking flips.

he’s dropping to his knees, hands already firm on your thighs, mouth watering as he presses sweet, innocent kisses up, up, up, the heat of his breath making you shiver. his hair falls into his eyes, but nothing can hide how dark they’ve gone, pupils blown wide with something raw. you see the desperation in them, feel it in the way his fingers dig in like he’s fucking starving—like he needs you more than air itself. and you never deny him. not just for your own pleasure, but for the way it wrecks him too, how every moan against your heat sounds more like a man being blessed than a man sinning.

he also lives for the moments you take control, straddling his face, setting the pace. always says that under you is exactly where he belongs, like it’s his god given purpose. and when he hooks his arms around your thighs and forces you down onto his tongue, any hesitation about giving him room to breathe goes out the window—because he doesn’t want it. he wants to drown, wants to be used, wants you to grind against his mouth until all you know is him.

and it’s hard to even think about holding back when that slutty tongue of his works you over and over with single minded dedication. he knows you too well—every flick, every drag, every languid suck designed to have you unraveling, to turn you into something pliant and thoughtless. every desperate moan he lets out against your heat vibrates straight through you, deep and needy, a sound that makes your stomach flip. junmyeon preens when you come undone, pride washing over him like it’s his pleasure too, sealing the moment with a kiss like he’s locking it into memory.

and god, it’s a regular thing. even in the middle of fucking you, he’ll pull out just to devour you again—lips wrapping around your clit, tongue swirling against you like he’s starved, watching your spine arch clear off the bed. once, you had the nerve to ask if he did it just to stave off his own orgasm. he only grinned, shaking his head, and you believe him. you have to—because a few minutes of your taste is enough to have him cumming in his fucking pants.

but when it is time to fuck you properly, that soft-spoken, respectful man? gone. junmyeon's got one goal in mind and it’s filling you up until there’s nothing left of you but his. he whispers it at first, murmuring against your skin, voice low and feverish. “gonna fill you up, baby. gonna fuck you so full, you’ll still be dripping in the morning.” but once he’s got you under him? once your legs are wrapped tight around his waist and your nails are clawing down his back? he loses it. pace relentless, grip bruising, fucking into you like he needs to see you stuffed full of his cum, like the thought alone is enough to send him spiraling.

and just so we’re clear—junmyeon is religious about cleaning up his mess. once he’s got you stuffed full, just the way he likes, he’s right back between your legs, tongue slipping inside, savoring every drop like it’s the holiest thing he’s ever tasted. and before you even think about asking—yes, this alone has him rock fucking hard all over again.

oh, you’re sore? that’s adorable, really. but let’s not kid ourselves—you’ve got at least two more rounds ahead of you. because for all the refined, polished, well-mannered gentleman that junmyeon is, the moment you’re in his bed? yeah, you’re anything but a lady to him.

[mybiasisexo]

drabble 33 and 55 with junmyeon! thank u 🫶🏻

Deserve 🪑

Genre: angst | stripper!au Pairing: Suho x f.Reader Length: 1.4k Warnings: language

a/n: idk why but ive been wanting to write stripper aus. this is one of at least 2 we will see ig lol 😛

DRABBLE GAME | MASTERLIST

You had just gotten done with your big number when you were stopped by the owner of the strip club you danced at. Mr. Zhang, as he preferred to go by, pulled you to the side and explained that a customer was requesting a private dance from you. It was unsurprising, you were a high demand dancer, the best one there. The thing was, you hated private dances. There was something about the act that just felt so…dehumanizing.

You only danced for big spenders, and even then, it wasn’t for very long. You wanted to get out of that small stale room as soon as possible.

Mr. Zhang worded it in a way that left little for rejection. Telling more than asking. So, you followed him to The Red Rooms. It was pretty much a row of closets that held only a chair in the middle, speakers that played your music too loud to keep conversation at a minimum, and dim lighting to keep an air of sultriness.

“Play nice,” Mr. Zhang muttered before opening the door for you. Taking a deep breath, you plastered a seductive grin on your face and slowly entered the room.

There a man sat. He wore an obviously expensive black suit, with dark hair long enough to brush against his broad shoulders. You stopped right before his slightly spread legs, running your hands up your naked torso as you twisted your hips from side to side. You never looked at your clients faces while in here, feeling it was too intimate, so you just took in his firm frame, only lifting your gaze to his chin or forehead.

Leaning down, you ran your hands up his thighs, jiggling your ass as you put your tits in his face.

He gasped and you paused at the sound. That voice sounded familiar.

Pulling back slightly, you broke your rule of avoiding eye contact to squint past the dim lighting, taking in your client’s face.

“Ju—Junmyeon?” You asked. Startled, you stood straight up, breaking the physical contact.

The man before you scratched the back of his head awkwardly. “Hi….”

Your name left his lips and you cringed. “That’s not my name here.”

“Right. Goddess,” he corrected himself, shaking his head.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, ready to bolt. Money be damned. Kim Junmyeon was your ex. Well, you weren’t sure that was the right term for what he was to you. He was a deadly handsome man with power and a prestige you couldn’t even begin to fathom. Somehow, he grew an interest towards you after you waited his table a year ago. He was way too good for you. You were poor, making ends meet by working multiple jobs, the strip club the highest paying of them all. It became too obvious that you were on opposite sides of the money spectrum, and you were sure that was what drew him to you to begin with. The gap between you both was far too wide for your liking, so you broke things off.

That was months ago. You had blocked his number and refused any payment he attempted to send to you, because of course he was somewhat of a sugar daddy.

When he didn’t answer your question, you tried a different one. “How did you know I worked here?”

You had kept this part of your life a secret from everyone in your life. Nobody knew about this job. You made sure of it.

“I have my ways,” was his ominous answer. You lifted an eyebrow, wondering if you should be scared of that or not.

He stared up at you in awe. “I thought I’d never see you again.”

You swallowed thickly. It wasn’t easy cutting this man off, not with those angelic features.

He dared reaching for you, cupping your bare hip. “I missed you.”

You scoffed, but it was shaky. “Please, Myeon. I doubt you even noticed I was gone.”

He frowned. “What would make you think that?”

You shook your head. “I’m not important. I could never live up to your standards. Could never be the girl you wear on your arm to show off to your friends and colleagues. We’re too different. I’m not a part of your world.”

He took in the room you’re in. “Because this is your world?”

It wasn’t said with malice or disgust, and that threw you off. Honestly, he sounded sad for you, but not with pity. It was as if he understood what you were saying. He understood that you could never be the person he needed, and that was what made him sad.

He sighed, still rubbing circles onto your warm flesh. “You know I don’t care about any of that.”

“You should.”

He huffed out a laugh at that. “Is that why you left?”

You nodded. He ran the hand that was touching you down his face, and sunk into his chair. “So, you’re saying you ran away for my benefit?”

“I didn’t runaway—”

“You did.” And he sounded pissed about it.

“Why does it matter?” You asked. “We weren’t serious.”

“No. But I….” He was back to giving you eye contact. Kim Junmyeon loved eye contact. It always made you nervous and jittery. Still, you met his stare, noticed the hurt you caused him swim in those round orbs of his. “I wanted to be. I thought we could be.”

“You could never love the real me, Myeon,” you whispered brokenly. “Look where we are. You can love someone like me?”

It was Junmyeon’s turn to swallow thickly. You could see how badly he wanted to tell you that he could. You could see the affection still in his gaze, the look that always made you feel beautiful—even here in this dingy strip club.

“We could pretend.”

His words made you blink down at him.

He pulled you more into him, between his spread legs, and left a lingering kiss onto your pierced belly button. “At least for the next ten minutes. Could we pretend that we’re in love?”

“Junmyeon….”

He gazed up at you, resting his chin on your stomach. His hands go to your thighs, holding you close to him. “We can’t be what we want to be. You’re right about that. So, let’s pretend. Show me what it would be like for us to be together.”

You caressed his face, tears prickling your eyes. It hit you then, that you both wanted this to work so badly, but knew that it couldn’t.

“Okay.”

You hated private dances. Stripping itself wasn’t so bad, but when you were in these rooms, that’s when it really hit you that you were selling your body. But right now, with the man you wanted to love sitting before you, you hated it for a different reason.

Deep within your soul, you knew this was going to be the last time you saw him. He was going to let you go. So, you were going to do as he asked.

You were going to show him how much you loved him. And, no, it wasn’t pretend. You could never pretend. No matter how much you tried.

You pushed him back into his seat, plopping into his lap. He hissed, but you didn’t give him time before you merged his face with yours. It’s messy. All tongue. You moaned at the contact, missing it more than you’d admit. He held on tight to your hips, forcing you to grind against him. 

“I love you,” you confessed against his lips, shaking with want.

“I love you too,” he replied between desperate kisses. “I wish things could be different.”

You didn’t even realize you were crying until you could taste the saltiness on your tongue. Didn’t realize you were shaking violently until he held you tightly against his comforting body.

Too soon the door opened.

Mr. Zhang paused when he saw the two of you wrapped around each other, breathing each other’s breathes as you collected yourselves.

“It’s… time?”

He was very confused and that was understandable. Your current position was definitely against the rules.

Junmyeon kissed you one last time, and rubbed your arm consolingly. “You have my number if you ever change your mind.”

Reluctantly, you climbed off of him. Straightening what little you had on. You cleared your throat and nodded, acknowledging you heard him.

Without looking back, you left the room, ignoring the questioning look Mr. Zhang threw your way.

This was for the best, you told yourself. Junmyeon deserved more than what you could give him. He deserved a princess.

Little did you know that to him, you were a Goddess.

[aninipanin1]

IMAGINE True Beauty and Itoshi Sae as Lee Suho and Michael Kaiser as Han Seojun...

I've been OBSESSED with True Beauty and the New Gen 11 these past few weeks because I watched the anime adaptation of True Beauty (was not the best buuut I still got excited LMAO)

But I want a twist in it. Likeeee what if the reader is not really ugly but is considered average at best. But her friend is the ugly one that always gets bullied esp by Sae's fangirls and one day reader snapped and started to insult Sae and his fangirls.

The school is also pretty toxic, giving special privileges to those who are good looking instead of their hard work. Sae is an actor but also a great football player.

And well, things happen and Sae gave her a sort of ultimatum that he would get rid of all the bullying IF reader did what he wants her to do. BUUUT he has a hidden motive, which is find out why he felt so alive when you insulted him?

It was the first time anyone saw him more than what his talents and looks are and its so new to him he grew so interested in you.

This is also where Kaiser comes in, having a beef with Sae. He wanted to find out why the hell his rival was so focused on one girl when he was the epitome of emotionless and numb. Only to also fall for reader because of how she was always ready to stand up for herself and her friends, and how she does not care about looks and would call out ANYONE if they did something wrong.

There could also be a scene where the reader likes horror movies and mangas (like Jugyeong) and she thought Sae did too. Buut turns out he gets scared easily when it comes to horror movies (like that one scene LOL) and turns out, Sae just tries to get into horror media because his younger brother Rin likes them (OFC I HAVE TO INCLUDE THE BROTHERS RAHHH).

But anywayyysss Idk if I should write this LMAO. For now, this is just a drabble because I am so obsessed with this show. And well, just me coping because my poor babyboy Seojun is so heartbroken.

[jongbross]

If you ever come back can you write something on exo's reaction to your parents not accepting your relationship?

baekhyun, jongdae, kyungsoo

it's up to you. they don't care about your parents' opinion (respectfully), because they're dating you, not them. what do you wanna do next? break up? keep going? they will follow your lead, but please fight for them a little bit.

minseok, junmyeon, yixing

they think you should consider what your parents are telling you too. they know they are YOUR PARENTS and they're important for you, so these boys don't want you to disrespect them. they will gladly accept being in a relationship where they don't have much contact with your family though, it's okay, and they won't hold it against you.

chanyeol, jongin, sehun

very close to their own family, so they can't imagine being in a relationship where your parents don't like them or whatever. might try it because it's you and they love you, but it's kinda bittersweet. there will probably be arguments over it, but i promise they will try to make it work (keyword is try).

[neomujinjja]

Slow Dancing

"Let's skip," your partner said as they stepped into the kitchen. You hummed in thought before voicing your agreement. While it was a small shame since the both of you were already dressed up but in reality, you were more than happy to stay home.

"Imma go change then."

"Wait," they said, stopping you from exiting the open space. You watched as they fiddled with their phone before soft music came through the speakers. You raised an eyebrow in amusement, barely able to hide the smile growing on your face. Your partner pulled you in close by your waist and the two of you began swaying. "We can just have our own private party; it'd be a pity to change when you look so good tonight." Heat rushed to your cheeks, they could be such a sap. You decided to say nothing in response, instead lessening the small space between you guys. Staring at them with stars in your eyes as you knew you might be the luckiest person alive to be with them.

Taesan of BoyNextDoor, Juyeon of The Boyz, Minho & Felix of Stray Kids, Jaehyun & Hendery of NCT, Jongho of Ateez, Cha Eunwoo of Astro, Woodz, Kihyun of Monsta X, Yugyeom, Suho of EXO

[miramizar]

2.XI; Minseok

✫ image credits: x x x x x x x x x x x ✫

Summary: Side story to "You may forget but remember me".

Genre/Category: Drabble, Fairytale!AU (The Snow Queen)

Characters/Ship: Xiumin, Chen, Suho, mentions of EXO-M members

Word count: 405

AN: I made this moodboard first, because the original story has Myeon meeting everyone in a certain order and so the planned extra chapter with these drabbles goes the other way around?? And I’ve had it in my drafts since forever hahah (*ﾉωﾉ) but I’m finally posting it! ♡ I hope you like it and that you like the drabble that comes with it~ 

Minseok’s vision had always been filled with snow, its whiteness and the coolness that doesn’t affect him something he'd come to both love and hate. Vague memories of happier moments and a sunnier place surfaces at times, although recently it’s been easy to push them away. After all, he knew he would never be fully accepted in his village, and so he’d left to find a place where his heart could rest. 

The castle he builds for himself is beautiful, but his steps echo too loudly throughout the empty halls and as the years go by the courage to speak slowly freezes up. Inside of him the red force places it’s curse, and when he realises it’s already too late - but the whispered promise of others with gifts like his gives him hope, and aiming to find them he ventures back out into the snow.

Luhan and Yixing are easy to find, as are Kris and Zitao, but they’re just as easily forgotten since the last one on his side remains hidden. Only when he leaves his domains to visit the warmer parts of the country he feels something akin to a pull, and by then he doesn’t stop to think about the consequences, only focusing on stopping the red force from taking what he’s just found from him.

Once again he’s too late, and since Frost is all he has he uses it to save what’s left of Jongdae, even if it hurts.

He knew from the start that Junmyeon had to be special and that they probably had more in common than he’d like to admit, but for him to follow Jongdae all the way here surprised him, and him managing to save them all surprises him even more. The puzzle was his, he’d received it as a gift from his parents who in turn had received it from a woman who passed by their village when Minseok had just been born, but neither he or anyone he’d shown it to had understood how to solve it - apart from Junmyeon, who’d done it without even trying.

Maybe he should be jealous, but all he feels is his heart coming back to life, allowing for regret to hit him with full force. He asks for time since he can’t walk into the light just yet, but his saviour had warmed his hands now, and he knew that they’d never grow cold again.

[synthetickitsune]

X-EXO!Suho (EXO) | Phobia angst | 0.9k | gn!reader

Your whimpers are music to his ears. And you're clinging to him so tightly, trembling in his arms. You're the most adorable thing in the world, a sweet little kitten who knows it's going to be drowned. He'd never let that happen to you - not unless he was the one filling your lungs with water. Only he is allowed to fill you up and drain you as much as he wants. There's so many ways he could play with you. But this - this is his favorite.

"Please, please stop this," you beg, tears rolling down your cheeks until Suhø lets them float towards the wall of water slowly approaching the two of you. You're clawing at his forearms and he's ecstatic over the new marks you're leaving all over him. He kisses the side of your head, pulling you closer to his chest to ease your struggling.

His flaming red hair makes you think of fire and you'd prefer if that was his element. You'd prefer burn marks and smoke and scars over this torment. You can barely keep yourself standing, your knees are giving up under you but Suhø is holding you up in his strong embrace that brings you no comfort.

"Shhh, little one," he coos, purring into your hair, though you can't hear the sound over your sobs as the water creeps close. By now it's splashing over your feet and there's nowhere to run but he catches you when you jump and holds you up. He even urges you to wrap your legs around his waist. 

You know what's coming and you hate him. You hate him for kidnapping you. You hate him for putting you through this. You hate his powers, you hate water. And you hate him for being so gentle otherwise. You hate that the heat and firmness of his body grounds you and makes your mind anchor to something. 

He doesn't flinch, doesn't retaliate no matter how much you hurt him in your fright. If anything, the claw marks you’re sure to leave all over his back and shoulders he’ll wear like a badge of honor. He rubs your back and reassures you time and time again that you're safe with him, that there's nothing to be afraid of. Like he's not the one terrorizing you. And yet you trust him. Yet you cling to him and lean into his touch and you trust him. Only in this moment, just for however long he's gonna indulge in your horror, you do trust him.

You shut your eyes but you can hear the water moving. You can hear your breaths echo in your prison as the water completely envelops you, leaving just enough of a bubble where you can breathe without getting soaked. Suhø’s still softly whispering promises and reassurances into your ear but straining your hearing for any change in the water surrounding you, you can’t hear them. Your blood turns into ice. You hold your breath so you don’t run out of oxygen. He notices too soon.

“That won’t do,” he chides, voice still gentle, a warning before he gets mad, “You need to breathe, hm? Follow me.”

You do. He’s the only thing in the world that can get through to your mind when your phobia takes hold of your mind and body. And it’d be so romantic if only it wasn’t like this, if only it wasn’t the work of your survival instinct. So you match your breathing with his, you can feel his heart beating in time with yours and it makes your nausea even worse.

“That’s good, so good for me,” he praises you, one of his hands now stroking your hair. You hear the water moving and you cling to him tighter before he reassures you the walls moved away. You risk a peek. He didn’t lie. He never does.

You panic again when he starts moving but then you feel the ground beneath your feet and realize he’s only sat down. He holds you in his laps, humming some melody that he always hums when he wants to soothe you. It won’t help this time, this is crossing the line of what you can handle too far.

“Suho…” you sob. You tangle your fingers into his hair, your thighs burn from strain as you desperately wrap yourself around him. He’s beaming, a deeply satisfied rumble vibrating in his chest. 

“Nothing will hurt you when you’re with me,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against the pulse point on your neck. Then he plants a gentle kiss there. “It’s just to keep the world away from us. Just a little bit, then we can do whatever you want.”

It’s so frustrating you want to scream, but you can’t - so you just cry. Hard. 

He knows all you’ll want to do - all that you’ll have the mental capacity and strength to do, really - is to sleep. With him holding you, singing you to restless sleep. And he’ll be so happy, just like he’s now. You can feel how ecstatic he is to have you holding onto him like he’s your lifeline. You know he thrives off your fear.

Yet what can you do but grit your teeth and bear it?

[peachesvanilla]

Drabble requests are open!

As a reminder I don’t write smut, Chen x reader as honouring his marriage.

Please send exo member + prompt + genre (fluff/angst/wolfau…etc)

Can’t promise on the delivery date of the drabble as I have lost the habit of writing.

[multidol-masterlist]

PRONTO

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[itstheghostofmypast]

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[writingstuffandmore]

Hello dearies!!

Wishing you all a happy and healthy new year! I hope this year turns out to be one of thr best years of your life and experience great things!!❤️

The last year had been a completely chaotic for me and as a result my fanfictions and the account suffered alot :")

Now, I am back and resettling my fanfictions, account into a new theme and shape, begin from a new chapter!

Thank you to all my dear anons, mutuals who always supported me in my highs and lows, spoke to me, gave me advices and became my strength!!

My requests/ask box are/is open and you can place in your requests.. Hoping to see some soon.

Take care of yourself ❤️

[mariojins]

i beg yeolmae writers to provide us w some spidey chanyeol content

and please please 🥺 PLEASE TAG ME!!! i read one and it does match him alot ... please 🙏🏻

im not that good at writing ,otherwise 😭😭🙏🏻☔

[mybiasisexo]

Numbers 58 & 69 with Junmyeon and Yixing

Together 🪞

Genre: angst | fluff Pairing: Suho x f.Reader x Yixing Length: 1.2k Warnings: Poly relationship

a/n: so... im changing the format for these things again 🙄. who knows i might change em again. im a libra, sue me 😂. also you said AND so i assumed that meant you were letting me live my poly fantasy. so thank you for thaaat!!!! enjoyyyy

DRABBLE GAME | MASTERLIST

“Nervous?”

A pair of hands cup your hips, a chin rests on your shoulder.

You shiver from the contact.

“Is it that obvious?” You ask breathlessly. You try not to fidget with the expensive sweater hanging off your frame.

A sweet smile. “Everything about you is obvious to me. I know you.”

You meet tender brown eyes in the floor length mirror you’re standing in front of. You can’t help but smile back.

“That you do, Junmyeon.”

You both get lost in each other’s gazes. It’s easy to do. Your boyfriend is beyond handsome and the love that he holds for you is always grounding and reassuring.

“Are we ready?” Another softly spoken male's voice wafts into the room from the hall. Junmyeon and you both turn towards the sound, being met with the man as he enters the room seconds later. He stops at the threshold as he spots you both pressed together. He leans against the doorframe, biting his full lower lip, a satisfied moan leaving his throat that doesn’t fail to make your knees a little weak.

“Or maybe we aren’t?” he asks, catching your eye. His own sparkle dangerously, but are playful.

“Yixing!” You groan, knowing the game he’s playing. Now is not the time. But, you guess, this is his way of distracting you from your rising panic.

A pleased smile graces his lips at the way you say the syllables of his name, and he saunters his way over to you. He’s draped in black and leather—his signature look—and pulls your face away from the mirror, to face him instead. Junmyeon still rests his chin on the shoulder now in between you, so he moves over to rest on your opposite one, giving you two space.

Yixing leans down, brushing your noses. “What’s the matter, Dear?”

“I….” You take in his patient expression. “I don’t know if I’m ready yet… to tell everyone. To tell my family.”

He lets out a long breath, Junmyeon behind you squeezes you gently.

“We talked about this.” Yixing’s tone is a caress as he brushes his fingers through your hair.

“I know,” you nearly choke out. “But, you don’t know them. They’re so judgmental and…they wouldn’t understand.”

The two share a glance over your head that you’re too preoccupied to catch.

Yixing takes your face in his hands, holding you steady. “I won’t let you get hurt. Neither will Junmyeon. Plus, we’re big boys, we can handle any animosity thrown our way. All that matters at the end of the night is that you love us.”

“And we love you,” Junmyeon adds, squeezing you again.

“I know,” you say. “I know. But, maybe, just for tonight… we can tell them we’re just friends?”

The silence is deafening.

You regret the suggestion as soon as it’s out of your mouth. Especially seeing the flash of hurt that crosses over Yixing’s soft features.

His hands leave you, hanging limply at his sides.

Junmyeon, ever the pleaser, says, “if that’s what you want.”

“And are both of us playing the role of ‘friend’, or are you going to choose one of us to remain the boyfriend?” Yixing asks.

You deserve that.

His mood drops more. “You’ve been with Myeon longer, and he’s a parent’s wet dream. So, just go with him. I’ll stay home. Problem solved.”

“Yixing—”

He storms out of the room.

Behind you, Junmyeon sighs, finally pulling away. You feel your teeth start to chatter.

“I’ve made things worse,” you push through the clacking.

He shakes his head. “No, you haven’t, Love. This is still new for all of us. We’ve never been in a relationship like this. It’s understandable to be scared. Hell, I haven’t told my parents yet, either.”

“But we made that choice when we all decided to be together, as the three of us. If I were to choose….” It would hurt the other one. You didn’t love either one of them any more or less than the other, even with Yixing coming into the relationship a little later.

The three of you have been best friends since you were in your late teens, working at a rundown fast food restaurant. The chemistry and connection between you all had been instant. And even though it always felt like there was more brewing under the surface, you all played it cool, not wanting to ruin what you had.

That was until after graduating college, when Junmyeon decided that he indeed wanted to ruin it. He confessed to you, and the excitement and relief you had felt had you saying yes without any hesitation. But, despite being happy with him, it still felt like something was off, like something was missing.

And then one day, Yixing was third wheeling with you. He had never made a comment about your relationship, accepting it without complaint. Little did you know how much he was breaking, watching the two of you fall in love. That night the three of you had gotten drunk and one thing lead to another. Next thing you knew, you were waking up in your bed, butt ass naked with them on either side of you, just as naked. Once you all awoke, it was awkward. Yixing had tried to leave, but Junmyeon was adamant on him staying, and that’s when you realized that they were in love with each other. That you were in love with Yixing, and that they were both also in love with you.

It’s been over a year since that night, and you haven’t felt more fulfilled. But, being in a poly relationship isn’t easy. The stares—oh god, the stares—and the judgement from both strangers and friends…. It’s been a lot. And now you are going to reveal this secret to your family, who are super conservative. It’s not going to end well, you already know.

Junmyeon’s now the one to cup your cheeks. “You don’t have to choose. Like Yixing said, we’re in this together. We’re not going to let anyone hurt you. If they have a problem with us, we’ll leave. Simple.”

That’s one thing you loved about Myeon. Everything was simple to him. The way he loves is simple, the way he thinks is simple. It is the perfect balance for the constant chaos in your head.

“Okay,” you agree. “Let me apologize to Xing and then we can go. We’re already late.”

He kisses you briefly before letting you go and you head to the living room, where Yixing sits, scrolling mindlessly on his phone.

“Yixing. Baby….” He lifts his eyes to you and yours immediately water, filling with guilt. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel unimportant in this relationship. We’re more than just friends, you know that. I love you. You’re my boyfriend, and I don’t want to introduce you as anything else. No matter how terrifying it is.”

He’s smoothly on his feet, giving you a kiss too passionate to ever be just friendly.

“I love you,” he reveals in a rasp. “We’re going to get through tonight.”

“Together,” Junmyeon says from behind you before throwing his arms around you both.

“Together,” you agree with a sniff, laughing breathlessly as the two of them start kissing your face.

Your nerves go away as you’re wrapped in their love. Together. Together the three of you can face anything—anyone. You aren’t going to let anyone take that away from you.

[jongbross]

Most to least make you breakfast (ik it’s too soft it’s scary lol) <333

kyungsoo - not only because he's a chef, but also because he's the one to wake up first and he strongly believes in food as a way of giving love.

junmyeon

jongin

jongdae

minseok

baekhyun

chanyeol

sehun

yixing - is either off to work or still passed out when you wake up. also i don't see him as the type of person who sits down and eats breakfast unfortunately, i'm sorry :(

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Jackie has released a new work for Kinktober featuring EXO!

Kinktober Day 2 - Yandere!Alien!Junmyeon + Oral Fixation

Anonymous Said: Hi! For Kinktober, can I request Yandere Alien (something like Obsession era) Suho + Oral Fixation, please? Thank you 💙 A/n: Why, of course, Anon! I haven't written for Junmyeon in such a long time, omg. EXO will always have a special place on this blog. I hope you enjoy! Warnings/Genre/Rating: 18+ MDNI - Smut, Mature, Established Relationship, Yandere, Possession, Monster Features Word Count: 668 Kinktober 2024 Mini Masterlist

“I thought you said you could handle it, My Love.” His voice drawls out, an almost disappointed hum falling from his lips.

Your chest heaves, unable to form words as you attempt to catch your breath. You one hand comes up to rub over your face, fingers finally releasing their death grip on the sheets beneath you.

“You’re insatiable, you know that?” You manage to pant out, glancing down at him from between the gaps in your fingers.

“When it comes to you?” A smirk tugs at Junmyeon’s features, his eyes flashing that bright cerulean shade you’ve come to know so well. “Always.”

He gives you no time to respond, diving right back into you. His hands push your thighs apart eagerly, tongue delving between your folds. A shameless groan escapes him the moment that he tastes that sweet nectar that floods from between your legs once more. Happily, he gets lost in your taste for the nth time this night.

Desperately, his lips wrap around your clit, sucking on that sensitive little nub harshly. His tongue circles over your swollen bud, shaking his head back and forth and moaning all the while.

“Give me everything,” he growls against your cunt. “I want your everything.”

Immediately, you toss your head back onto the pillows, a loud cry of his name escaping your lips. The hand you had resting over your face flies to his hair, gripping his bright red locks firmly in your grip. Involuntarily, your hips jolt, grinding against his lips as he hums contently around your clit.

For hours, it’s been like this. Junmyeon was not lying when he said he could find an endless blissful haven between your legs, and never want to come up for air. He’s gotten you so worked up, so sensitive to his touch, that a single flick of his tongue has you teetering on the edge once more.

The only thing more intense than him desperately suckling and licking at your clit is when he-

A scream of his name tears from your throat, back arching off of the bed as your thighs close around his head. You can feel his tongue probing and prodding once more at your inner walls, elongating to flick at that sensitive spot deep inside of you. Even as you spasm around him, he does not halt any of his movements. Your squirming only makes him hold onto you tighter, a pleased, high pitch screech filling the air as he feels you dripping down his chin and onto his chest.

Gently, his tongue swirls inside of you, thrusting lightly to collect every last drop you offer him. The way your thighs continue to shake around his head only makes him smile, an immense satisfaction building within his chest and flooding his veins.

Only he can make you feel like this. Only he can please you, and that’s exactly how he intends to keep it.

Again, he retracts that swollen muscle from your cunt, humming contently as he languidly licks you clean.

All you can see within the darkness of the room with your hazy vision is his bright red hair, and the faint, hypnotizing blue glow of his eyes. You can just tell he’s bursting with pride, even as he places tender kisses to the skin on the inside of your thighs. The soft, high pitched screeching hum he emits is indication enough.

You attempt to catch your breath.

“I’m surprised,” Junmyeon hums, nuzzling your thigh gently with his nose. “You still haven’t passed out yet. Perhaps I need to increase my efforts-“

“No!” Your hooded eyes fling open, reaching out for him almost immediately.

He tilts his head, glancing up at you curiously. “Then, do you want me to stop?”

Your tongue darts out to wet your lips. “Fuck, no.”

“Very well, then, Beloved.” He answers, amusement shining within his gaze.

You watch as he slides his hands beneath your ass, lowering his head eagerly towards your cunt once more.

His eyes flash.

“Another.”