#suho drabble

[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.

[starchild--27]

Starry Night

promt: stargazing, sleepy kisses, first loves with junmyeon

word count: about 2k

a/n: please excuse this lame-o title xD thank you, dear Starry @cxsmicmyeon, for the promts~ i had the best time writing this little thinggy for you ^^ as always, i am my own beta reader and english isn't my first language, so bare with me and the mistakes you may or may not find xD

~

“You’ve got your sleeping bag and extra blankets?”

“Yes.”

“The sleeping mat?”

“Yup.”

“Have you packed enough food and water?”

“Yes, Mom, I double checked everything. I’m good to go, really, no need to be worried.”

It was very sweet of your Mom to look out for you like that, so you suppressed rolling your eyes at her nagging. Besides, she kind of had a point (- of course she had, moms always do), knowing your tendency to forgetfulness all too well. But it wasn’t like you would be all alone on this little camping trip. Nope, Junmyeon would be there. Charming, dutiful and organized Junmyeon, who would certainly have thought of everything the two of you might need on your four-day-vacation. The mere thought of him painted a little smile on your face.

And apparently, it could also summon the man, you thought to yourself at hearing the sounds of an approaching car. When it came to halt in front of your house, you pulled your mother in one final goodbye-embrace. She swayed a little from left to right as she held you tightly and gave you a soft peck on your cheek, which made it really hard for you to be annoyed when you heard her whisper next to your ear.

“Do you have a tent?”

“Junmyeon brings the tent, Mom. It’s gonna be fine, please, let me go? He’s waiting outside already.”

“Okay, darling,” your Mom said, giving you a final squeeze before she gave you space to grab your coat and oversized backpack.

“Does he want to come in for a moment? You two could stay for a cup of coffee or tea?”    

You snickered at how chipper your Mom suddenly sounded at the mention of Junmyeon. She really adored him and how he was always polite and always on time and always respectful and reliable. He was the best boyfriend a mother could want for her child. And also the perfect son-in-law - you were quite aware of that yourself and suspected your Mom had already dreamt of a perfect wedding.

But that wedding would definitely stay a dream for some more time. Junmyeon and you were only together for a few months now - far, far away from any wedding plans - and he was your first serious boyfriend. Your first, great, world-shaking love and all you wanted was to take your time to experience all of its beauty fully and as naturally as it came. You felt no pressure to rush any steps, only the security that Junmyeon thought the same way about your relationship and the fact that he considered your bond equally precious as you did, multiplied the butterflies in your stomach by a thousand.

“I don’t think we have time, we need to be at the camping site no later than 5,” you explained, giving your Mom a last quick peck on the cheek before opening the front door. Junmyeon had gotten out of his car already and was rummaging through the trunk to make a little more space for your things.

“Have fun, sweetheart,” your Mom smiled and gave a wave to Junmyeon who had emerged as soon as he heard your mother’s voice.

“I will,” you smiled back at her, “Bye, Mom, see you in a few days.”

“Bye-bye”, she squeezed your hand, then you went to finally greet your boyfriend with a soft kiss. 

“Hey,” he said and instantly took your hand in his with the warmest smile.

“Hi,” you responded a little shyly, feeling all kinds of bubbly at his lovely action and the sound of his sweet, gentle voice.

“Your mom seems quite happy you are leaving for a few days, huh?” he teased as he took the huge backpack from you. 

You snorted. “Mh right, if you want I can drive alone and you’ll stay here with her. I’m sure she’d be delighted to have you around,” you joined in on his joke and watched him loading your backpack in the trunk with swift movements.

“Yeah, she would, I’m charming like that. But I’d be much more delighted to have you around, so no last minute changes to the plan.”

His words made you blush a little. How dare he make your heart all soft and mushy like that, your inner voice squealed while you made your way to the passenger seat. 

“Have fun you two!” your Mom shouted one last time before she went back into the house, to which Junmyeon replied with one of his nicest smiles and a happy “Thank you, we will!”

Your heart fluttered even more seeing him being just as excited about this trip of yours as you were and by the time Junmyeon had taken his place in the driver’s seat, starting the engine, you were grinning like the happiest person on the planet. And who knows, maybe in that moment, you were.

The drive itself was calm, filled with nice music and easy-flowing talks, and even setting up the tent once you had arrived, worked out perfectly - well, at least after one of the camping site’s staff offered a helping hand. But it was fun, and filling the interior with mats and blankets and all kinds of different pillows felt a lot like building a cozy blanket fort. 

You were surprised by how soon the sun was setting though, getting the tent to take shape must have taken longer than you had thought. There were a couple of trees that casted long shadows over the otherwise quite empty site. It had been a smart idea to plan the trip a few weeks before the actual summer break, so that there were no families crowding the place. And the two of you had picked a spot a bit more secluded from the few other campers anyway.

You actually had pretty much forgotten that there must be others around somewhere and didn’t bother thinking more about them as Junmyeon hurried towards you to show you the pictures he took of the stunning sunset. He handed you his phone so you could thumb through his camera roll to pick your favorites as he put his arms around you to hug you from the side, finally pressing a kiss against your temple.

“You hungry?” he mumbled, his lips still grazing your skin. You nodded as an answer, still immersed in the high quality pictures Junmyeon’s phone could make and the fact your high quality boyfriend was hugging you with seemingly no intention to let you go again. No that you wanted that. If you had it your way, Junmyeon would never stop hugging you ever. 

“Good, because I’m starving,” he chuckled, “What do you think about a dinner-picnic?” You loved the idea. But you hated the fact that it made Junmyeon let go of you after all. A little sulky about the prompt end of your hug, you quickly sent the pictures you’ve selected from Junmyeon’s phone to your own before joining him in setting up the picnic while the light was fading more and more. 

When the two of you finally sat down on the picnic blanket, munching happily on the dishes both of you had prepared, you caught a glint in Junmyeon’s eyes that told you he had planned for exactly this. A picnic under the starlit sky - the sole idea had “Junmyeon” written all over it, really, and you wondered how you didn’t realize before.

“Hey, what are you laughing about?” Junmyeon must have noticed the little giggles you let out as you began to see through his little plan.

“Nothing, just… I was just thinking about how a picnic under the stars just has to be the most you-thing ever.”

You suspected that comment made him blush, you couldn’t really see in the growing dark, but the way he didn’t answer you for a little moment spoke for itself. 

“Is it… umm… do you like the idea?”

You couldn’t tell if he was stammering out of embarrassment or because he was actually insecure if you’d be into something romantic like that. Whatever it was, it had to be fixed with a kiss, you decided and quickly huddled up against him.

“I love it, Junmyeon,” you said quietly, “I love you.” And gently, you cupped his face, pulling him closer for your lips to meet. You could feel how he was smiling against your kiss, how he shortly pulled back to tell you he loved you too, how he caught your lips again. The romance of it all made you feel like floating, swimming in emotion, wrapped in nothing but comfort and love. 

Soon enough the dark of the night had engulfed you fully, the dishes put aside so you could lie down and get comfortable. Your head was resting on Junmeon’s shoulder while his arm was wrapped around you, his fingertips grazing along your arm in slow movements. 

“Can you recognize any constellations?” Junmyeon almost whispered into the quiet night and you nodded in reply. 

“The basic one’s. Here’s Cassiopeia… and there’s the Big Dipper… and that’s Orion.”

You lifted your arm and pointed towards the sky, moving your finger along with your explanations.

“Right next to Orion is Taurus, look!” Junmyeon added and pointed upwards as well. “And I’m pretty sure that’s Leo right there, but no guarantees,” he laughed. 

“I wouldn’t know, I’m always getting lost in all the stars up there, I’m already happy I can spot three constellations in this mess,” you chuckled along, taking the night sky in once again.

In comfortable silence, you looked at the twinkling lights a little longer. It was mesmerizing and beautiful and overwhelming. You couldn’t remember when you saw the sky like this for the last time, without light pollution or clouds blocking the view, and you wanted to remember this for a very, very long time. How the sky seemed to be expanding only, how bright the starlight shone upon your face, how good it felt to feel Junmyeon just breathing next to you, sharing the warmth of your bodies in the cool night air. 

It was unfair how quickly you felt your eyelids growing heavier and heavier, how often you caught yourself already halfway headed into a dream. Junmyeon sighed and like a stubborn child you clung to his side. You didn’t want him to get up, you didn’t want this to be over already. But then he mumbled your name, his voice a bit hoarse from not using it for a while, and one by one you started to pay attention to your aching limbs, to how cold it had become and with a little whine you loosened your grip on him, allowing him to sit up as you did the same. 

“Maybe we should get in the tent,” he spoke the words that were hanging between the two of you. You agreed with a simple humm, clearly hating the necessary change of location.

“Don’t pout, we can do this again tomorrow, you know?” Junmyeon said softly, stroking your cheek before giving a little peck to your pouty bottom lip. 

“I guess we can,” you sighed, a little more dramatic than you actually felt, making Junmyeon laugh brightly. Man, he really outshone all these stars up there when he was happy like that, you thought to yourself. 

This thought gave you a last burst of energy, which you and Junmyeon used to quickly clean up your picnic space and get changed into warm pajamas before you let yourself sink into the pillow paradise you had built earlier that day. Or yesterday. You had lost track of time completely and thoroughly enjoyed the feeling, knowing that it didn’t matter at all. Not for the next couple of days. Not with Junmyeon laying down next to you, looking so very kissable as he was about to turn off the last flashlight. 

“Good night kiss?” you asked, the tiredness from before coming back at you all at once.

Without hesitation, Junmyeon leaned down to you and moved his lips lazily against yours for the last time before your mind drifted off into much needed slumber.

“Sleep well, baby” were the last words you heard before you sank into pleasant dreams.

[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

[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?

[jaehunnyy]

Honest

Genre: enemies-to-lovers!au, angsty but with a happy ending, comfort-ish, fluff (in the end)

Word count: 0.8k

Pairing: enemy!Suho x fem!reader (feat Yeri and Baekhyun as their friends)

Warnings: one kiss, usage of pet names (love), reader and junmyeon cry once, usage of the word "hate" (hypothetically), they are literature students so they kinda talk in rhymes at one point and the dialogue is kinda monologue-ish, possible grammar mistakes

Requested by: @bluisheye93 (song: Nosedive - Chen)

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If someone had told you that you would spend your breaks crying, you would have probably laughed in their faces; but studying literature was already hard on its own, and a certain Kim Junmyeon seemed to not care about that, as he kept making life harder for you. You had been neighbours since the two of you were little, but your relationship has always stayed the same: nothing more than "enemies", who were faking an awkward friendship for the sake of their parents' bond.

From your point of view, it was simple; he hated you, so you treated him just the way he was treating you. But on his side, things were a bit more difficult. He wanted to be noticed in a different way. He wanted to be like those male leads from his favourite dramas, the ones who could always get what they wanted, the ones with real friends by their side. He wished he lived in a world where the mindset of "money can solve anything" didn't exist, cause in this case, the girl he liked would be walking hand-in-hand with him in the hallway right then. Instead, he got a monotonous life in which he felt hated, even though he was just getting a taste of his own medicine.

He couldn't stand you because of your bubbly nature, and he was jealous that everything seemed to work your way. Your smile could heal wounds, and you always stood up in whatever you were doing. He was perceived as the bad guy from the beginning, and when his parents started to compare him with you, that was his last straw. But how could he not fall for you? Everything you did was perfect, and every feeling of love dissipated into hate; he hated that you weren't his. He hated that you were his inspiration when writing poems, but couldn't be his muse when he needed comfort. And that day, he felt like he lost all of his chances, if there were any.

Thirty minutes ago, you were peacefully enjoying your meal with your friend, Yeri, when you overheard a conversation that he was having with his friend, and that's when you felt at your lowest—because you only heard the bad parts of it.

"Her presence makes me lose my mind, Baek, you don't even understand!" he sighed, while ruffling his hair in frustration.

"Then tell her already," Baekhyun insisted, not expecting what would follow after his friend's burst.

"Tell her what, that I hate her because of all the attention she is getting? That i hate her because–", and silence.

He saw you leaving the table you used to occupy, and that's when he knew he fucked up again. He ran after you, with a desperate need to set every feeling that was pressing his aching heart free; even if it felt in vain. But all he wanted was to let you know why he was doing all of this.

On the other side, the moment you got inside the storage room, you let the tears furrow your red cheeks. "Where did I go wrong?" you asked yourself, without being able to give a proper answer to your question. You knew he was following you, and the moment you heard his steps behind you, you knew that you had to go through this conversation, to at least end this hell of a "friendship", forever.

"I can explain everything you've heard there," he stated, and even though he didn't see a move from you, he continued: "As selfish as it sounds, I hate you because you can't be mine. When I need some encouraging words, you are not here to tell me that everything will be fine."

This time, you felt the need to look at him, tears still on your cheeks. You knew he was fastforwarded, but did he really mean to spill those words?

"You did all of this—because you love me?" you asked, voice trembling in shock.

"Yes. It all started when you were just the center of my poems, but now, you became the center of my whole world."

A simple answer, yet the solution to your messed up situation.

"I know I hurt you, Y/N. It's okay to react like this. When it hurts just cry, cry all you want, it's okay."

"I never knew you felt like that, Junmyeon… But I want to repair all of this, and to make you happy, if it isn't too late."

You held his hand softly, and you swore you've seen tears at the corners of his eyes.

"When sadness disappears, and tears begin to stop, I'll wipe your tears underneath your eyes with my thumb."

"Promise you will stay by my side?" he asked, playing with your fingers and kissing each one of them.

"It's worth a try, love." you said, and sealed your promise with a sweet, little kiss—a kiss that marked the beginning of your enemies-to-lovers story, just like the drama he wanted to live in.

[itstheghostofmypast]

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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!!

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Pairing: Junmyeon x Reader Genre: Fluff Rating: G Summary: Junmyeon stops for a cup of coffee. Word Count: 0.5k Warnings: None!

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It was impossible to go three feet without seeing Kim Junmyeon’s face. Whether it was on a magazine, in a commercial, or slapped on the side of a city bus, he was everywhere. Not that it annoyed you or anything. Nope. Just an observation you made while wiping down the bakery countertop as the last of the morning rush disappeared out the door.

A series of angry honks drew your attention to the storefront windows.

‘Speak of the devil,’ you thought.

There he was, standing on the side of the street with a hand up with a look of determination on his picture perfect face. An elderly woman stood at his side, frail hands curled around his elbow. It was nothing short of magical the way traffic slowed to a stop at his command. Once he deemed it safe, he carefully guided the woman across the street towards the bakery. The second her feet were firmly planted on the sidewalk, traffic went back to its frenzied, reckless flow. She graced his cheek with a kiss while shaking his hand, then continued on her way. It was so wholesome every sweet in the case under your hands wept with a sense of failure.

The bell above the door chimed. “Good morning!”

You returned his sunny grin. “Good morning. What can I get you today?”

Junmyeon approached the counter and eyed each treat. “Ah, they all look so tasty. I’m running a wee bit late for a meeting. Could you toss a few recommendations in a bag for me?” His gaze returned to you. “I trust your judgment.”

You tried and failed to keep from smiling more. “Sure thing.” You pulled out a bag and picked up the tongs. “How many would you like?”

He shrugged. “I guess two or three should do it.” His eyes landed on the coffee station. “Ooh, hazelnut? I have to try it.”

“It’s a favorite with the locals.” You added, picking out a regular glazed donut. “Especially with the weather getting colder.” Maybe he’d like something with custard, too. “We’re getting in some new flavors next week, like apple pie and mint chocolate.” No one can resist a powdered cake donut. “These ought to do it.” You punched in the prices just as he came back with his cup in hand. “That’ll be—”

He held his fancy watch up to the card reader and the order was complete. “Do I need to sign for it?”

“Ah, uh, no.” You blinked and handed him the bag. “Not if you don’t want to.”

“Sweet.” His fingers brushed yours as he took the bag. An odd look crossed his face before his cheery look returned. “Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome.” You pulled your hand back and gave him an awkward little wave. “Good luck with your meeting.”

His eyes widened with panic. “Oh, yeah. I should get going.” He turned towards the door but paused for a second. “I’ll come back if I like your choices.”

“I’m sure you will.” You clasped your hands together to keep from fidgeting. He smiled, showing off his pearly whites, then disappeared out the door. Maybe seeing him everywhere wasn’t a bad thing.

⟨⟨ Series ML || Group ML ⟩⟩

[prbni]

After Seojun's schedule was over, he turned his phone on only to find a voice message from Jukyung.

"Seojun-ah,yahh Han Seojun! Why did you have to fall in love with me when I was swept up by Suho?Why did I have to fall in love with you when you weren't just my buddy Seojun anymore but superstar Han Seojun? How can I be close to a star when I'm so plain and ordinary? I can only look at you from afar now and wish you were mine. Back when I had a chance to be with you, I took it for granted. And now things turned out like this. You loved me too early, I loved you too late. Why did the timing have to be so wrong? How do I get over this now?"

[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.

[jonglo]

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time to go ✺ a wenmyeon drabble

original prompt here.

"we really need to leave for camp, demigod!" a beautiful girl is wading through the overgrown yellow tulips that covers his whole bedroom floor, "there's only so much that a dead soldier and a satyr can do to subdue cerberus, you know?"

junmyeon grimaces. he doesn't believe in God, but he's sure those words do not belong in the bible. he also doesn't believe in greek gods, but what's happened between now and forty minutes ago is slowly making him a sorta believer.

“gods know it’s only a matter of time before it remembers it’s not just a dog that plays fetch,” she finally reaches him, wiping her imaginary sweat on her sweater paws. “nice sunflower, by the way.”

wow. he knew he can "accidentally" grow yellow tulips, but not other flowers.

he'll add to the list of things he'll process, below "your mom's demeter, the goddess of harvest!" and above "is me being a half blood mean i'm type AB?"

the girl wastes no time leading him back outside, all the while telling him how the yearly spat between demeter and hades is turning for the worse this year, apparently.

she's chatty, she seems nice. she smells of a humble, earthy scent.

he doesn't know her name.

what he saw before his eyes stops him in his step. why did everything look pristine? he was sure gigantic paw marks and fire remnants would be in the field, considering they just played the world's most dangerous round of fetch.

but all he sees are no big dogs, rows and rows of sunflowers, and a beetle car idling nearby. ً kyungsoo, his former helper that was apparently undead since god knows when, was at the driver's seat, staring dead ahead.

a guy is also munching on canned bubble tea? that's evidently normal, since the girl just asks the same guy (with furry legs too, by the way) to get in the car.

"nice mist, sehun! wouldn't have guessed that a demon was frolicking up and down this area a while ago."

"cerberus is a dog," he pouts, "a bad dog, but still."

the girl affectionately pats sehun's hair, while confirming to kyungsoo where they have to go.

the car speeds up, and so does his pulse points. it might be the idea of attending summer camp at 26 that's making him palpitate, he's not quite sure.

he was about to ask her to drop him off at the airport or the nearest police station when she holds her hand out.

"seungwan."

"i'm sorry?"

"it's wendy if you prefer my english name."

"...sorry, that wasn't what i was going to ask."

he hands her the sunflower.

"oh really?" she pouts, twirling the sunflower with her hands, like she's trying to make a fire. "i thought i was getting good at reading the future thing,"

she stares at him contemplatively, then she lights up again. "ah, i know! you'll love camp half-blood, trust me."

he was about to say otherwise when he takes in her wide eyes and reassuring smile. he finds himself about to smile back.

"if we make it there alive, that is."

she then proceeds to admire the outside view, as if there was anything to see but miles and miles of fields of green, as if her statement was a normal thing to say.

junmyeon hears sehun whimper there. good, somebody's scared of their own mortality too.

or is it just half-mortality...?

in any case, he tries settling in, no matter how many knots were twisting in his stomach.

he's still unsure what to make of everything that's happened.

an hour ago, he was harvesting flowers. now, he's a half-god caught between a catfight between two immortal beings.

for now, he'll just focus on his itching hands. maybe he can conjure white roses before he goes.

to the camp or to the afterlife, he's not yet sure. he'll probably know in due time.

[yeolyeah27]

Almost Chance - a wenmyeon one shot au

Junmyeon have been best friends with Wendy for a long time. He had his chance but will fate agree with it?

Ship : Wendy x Suho Genre: angst, romance, english-tagalog drabble

You were just a mere girl I met.

It was one fine day during a university event when I saw you wearing a blue dress, just talking to your peers. And by the looks of it, every head will turn around to you if they see you with that beautiful smile.

I even didn’t hold back my smile when I saw you enjoying the fair. You suddenly walked past in my direction, and I was rooted in awe when our shoulders accidentally bumped into each other.

“I’m sorry. Di ko sinasadya.” You said to me after I felt electrified by a simple touch. You gave me one last smile before continuing to walk towards your college building.

I still clearly remember how I felt that rapid thump in my chest when our gaze met. It took just a matter of seconds to realize that seeing you would leave me thinking all night about how to get your name.

And I was an idiot not to ask when I first got the chance to know you.

You were just a friend.

I didn't stop thinking about you since I saw you during the university fair. Who would have thought that we would share the same class for one semester? You entered our class late, and I will never forget how cute you look when you pouted just because our professor scolded you in front of our class.

Up until now, I still don’t know how lucky I am that day that the chair beside me was vacant for you to occupy it. I could feel my ears getting red when I heard again your voice.

“Hi. Is this seat taken?” I shook my head, blinded by your smile. “Wendy nga pala. Buti dito sa likod yung vacant seat. Nakakahiya talaga yung pagalit ni sir sakin.”

You pouted again and I couldn’t help myself but chuckle. “Uy napatawa kita. Ibig sabihin ba nyan ikaw na ang first friend ko rito sa Philo 101? Ano nga ulit name mo?”

“Junmyeon.”

You offered your hand for a shake and I gladly accepted it. Marking the years of our friendship. Marking the years of my unrequited love.

We were an almost.

I loved you for quite some time now, and you didn’t fail to remind me that the friendship we have will never change.

“You’ll always be my constant, Jun. Tama nga na naging bestfriend kita dahil never mo ko iniwan.” How I wish you never said that. How I wish you would realize that we could be more than friends.

Both of us were sitting on my apartment rooftop one night and just drinking beers while you were crying your heart out over a guy who never valued your worth. I never told you how my heart ached for you that night. I wanted to hold you tight and kiss your tears away. But again, I was a coward.

“Junmyeon, walang hiya talaga yung lalaking ‘yon. Lahat ng lalaki na yata na nakilala ko, manloloko.”

“Huwag mo lahatin, Wends. Para saan pa at naging kaibigan mo ko.”

I heard you giggle and look at me. It was pretty obvious that you were already drunk. Drunk and heartbroken. I returned your gaze, and I could feel the atmosphere change.

Maybe it was the stars that shone brightly upon your face. Or maybe it was the glimmer I saw in your eyes when you stared at me. All I knew was that the hope in my heart ignited the moment I felt your lips on mine.

We never talked about it the next day. We grew distant for a while. It was hard not to call you first. But then I’m weak for you, Wendy Shon. I didn’t have the strength to ignore you when you texted me again saying you wanted your best friend back.

And I was an idiot thinking we could be more than friends.

We are one for the books.

As I wait for you at the altar, while you are walking in the aisle and wearing a white wedding dress that suits you perfectly, I know that this will be the mark of ending all of that constant pining.

Ending the hope in my heart that someday you will return the same love I have for you.

You took my hand when you reached the altar, squeezed it tightly, and mouthed your thanks to me. And being your best friend, I smiled assuringly to you and gave your hand to the man who you will vow to love for eternity.

I was an idiot to let you go. But I am lucky to find a soulmate in you.

I was an idiot for loving my best friend. But I never regretted it.

[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 😭😭🙏🏻☔

[monsterfvckersunited]

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.”

[jaemmphilia]

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