#yixing drabble

[mybiasisexo]

Heey! For the drabble game: 7 & 32 with Lay 🥰

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Genre: angst | obsession!au | xexo!zyx Pairing: Lay x f.Reader Length: 2.2k Warnings: language | mentions of blood & death

a/n: im too burnt out for a sequel sorry! I cannot believe this is the FIRST x-exo au ive ever written!!!! xing fits this concept so well ugh we're always being robbed 😔 and its extra long because my man deserrrrrves it!!!!!!! as always thank you for requesting and youve been so so sos o patient. I made sure that this was the next thing i posted 🙏 hope it finds you quickly 🥰

DRABBLE GAME | MASTERLIST

You awoke with a loud gasp, lurching upright.

Working on pure instinct, you reached for the discarded knife beside you, holding it out as you sensed danger. You blinked the blurriness in your vision away as you tried to catch your bearings.

“That’s not a good idea,” a gentle caress of a voice warned.

“Yixing.” You relaxed once realizing who accompanied you. You wiped the liquid dripping into your eyes, pulling back to see dark blood staining your gloves.

Vision fully cleared, you saw the man sitting against a wall across from you. One of his legs was stretched out before him, the other bent at the knee for him to rest an arm on. He appeared rather comfortable for someone amidst a battle he despised.

He clicked his tongue. “Not quite, Darling.”

Dread filled you as the reality of his words dawned on you and you sprang to your feet, ignoring the wave of dizziness and the scattering of black dots across your vision from getting up too quickly. You held the knife you carried more firmly, prepared to fight.

“Hey now,” he started as he slowly raised to his feet. “Is that any way to treat the man that just healed you?”

You hesitated as the memory of getting stabbed came back to you. It was a fatal blow, right in the side of your stomach. You’d reassured your team you were fine and to continue without you. It took some coaxing, but after promising to send Yixing back to help, they retreated. Once they left, you crawled into this abandoned room, knowing that Yixing would be too late to save anyone once he arrived.

Yet, you were alive.

With your free hand, you checked your side, being met with smooth skin. The knife in your hand clattered to the ground. You couldn’t hold it after realizing it was used to kill you.

“You saved me.” It wasn’t a question. The man that wore Yixing’s face tilted his head curiously. The action left you uneasy, feeling like helpless prey in the presence of an apex predator. “Why would you do that?”

A cruel grin stretched his lips. “Consider it me returning the favor.”

“You’re Lay,” you questioned. You already knew the answer, but needed him to confirm it.

That wicked smile of his grew. “They also call me Subject Ten.”

'They' being those who worked for the Red Force. A large group of scientists who were working on Operation Blood Orange, the illegal experimentation on innocent people. Those people became your friends, when you helped them escape years ago. They weren’t too thrilled when they found out the red force somehow held on to their DNA, allowing the creation of cloning them. Being an unfamiliar face, you were able to infiltrate their ranks, disguising as a nurse. For eight months, you spied on their illegal practicing in an attempt to discover what they were planning to do.

The clones were uncanny to their donors. Their features, voices, and powers were exactly the same, but that was where the similarities ended. Unlike the originals, these men lacked empathy, and only expressed a sick joy when causing harm to others, even each other.

Subject Ten, or Lay as most of the doctors addressed him as, was the most compliant of them all. The others liked to taunt and terrify, putting up fights whenever you had to check their vitals. Never Lay. He’d just silently watch you. You found that far more sinister than the outward hostility the other’s met you with. When Lay first spoke to you, it was startling. He sounded so much like Yixing, it was easy to forget that wasn’t actually him. Yixing was a kind and compassionate soul who only saw the good in people, even one’s who barely had any left in them. He was far from a fighter, it made him sick to cause pain. Healing was in his nature. Life was what he cherished.

Lay favored death.

You’d seen him do it. You had no clue Yixing’s ability of healing could be reversed. But, on the day the clones escaped, you saw Lay twist that gift to take a life. It was only a matter of time, you supposed. The doctors had fallen for Lay’s calm demeanor, and had started letting their guard down around him. On that day, a doctor had gotten too close, and Lay used it to his advantage. You didn’t realize what was happening. One moment the doctor was fine, then Lay placed a palm over his chest and he fell to the floor in a lifeless heap.

Then Lay’s attention turned to you. His dark eyes were hard and spiteful, but there was a flicker of something in his expression that held him from attacking you. He gave you an out and you were fleeing the scene before he could change his mind. You knew you weren’t strong enough to defeat him on your own, that only the ones like him could. So, you went to them and revealed everything you knew.

That led to this mission. You’d spent a month tracking the duplicates to an abandoned hospital they’d taken shelter, and ambushed them. When your fellow soldiers saw their counterparts for the first time, they all froze in shock before determination settled in. The goal was to destroy them, but even with all your knowledge, they hadn’t anticipated how much stronger their clones were.

Lay’s sudden approach jerked you from your reverie, and you cursed yourself from growing distracted at a time like this. His hand wrapped easily around your neck, but he didn’t add any pressure. Still, you gasped and scratched at it, to no avail. He didn’t even flinch as you tore at his skin.

“Do you want me to take it back?”

Gritting your teeth, you stared into those dark voids he called eyes. They shined with mirth, as though he enjoyed toying with you.

“Save me just to kill me,” you spit. “How typical.”

He barked a surprised laugh. “I knew I saved you for a reason.”

He let you go and retreated a couple steps, allowing you space.

A swell of anger overwhelmed you. “You’re an abomination! A monster!”

“Tell me something I don’t know.” He waved off your insults, but there was a tightening around his eyes and a strain in his voice you failed to notice.

“You’re a sick bastard!” You continued, not even sure why you were antagonizing him when he could easily kill you. “A poor excuse of the original.”

“Is that how you really feel?” He asked with a chuckle. “I don’t believe you do.”

And that was the reason behind your tantrum.

Truth was, all the time you spent with Lay in that cold hostile hospital had made you grow attached. After the first conversation you held, it flowed effortlessly between you. He’d learned to banter and would watch you as though he were undressing you in his head. Yixing never looked at you like that, and you never wanted him to. You’d never grown romantic feelings for Yixing, but Lay? He was different. He was nothing like the man whose DNA he shared, and that drew you to him.

There was one day, when you were drawing his blood, he’d grabbed your arm when you pulled away. Your heart began racing with the fear he was finally going to murder you, but that fear turned into something different when the hand not restraining you started curiously venturing over your arm. His fingers searched across your collarbone, down the swell of your breasts, to the rim of your pants. You’d studied the way his eyebrows furrowed at his exploration, as he experienced new feelings and sensations he didn’t understand. When he met your gaze, he took notice to the pounding of your heart, the trepidation in your eyes, and the shallow intake of your breath. He hummed, ‘that’s not fear, is it?’

You contemplated lying, but relented under his naïve gaze. “No.’

He had nodded before finally letting you go, sinking back into the chair he laid upon. “Interesting.’

The effect he had on you did interest him, as did your effect on him. It was what made him spare you that day he escaped, but he had left you with a warning, a promise that he wasn’t done with you yet.

“Shut up!” You yelled at both him and your twisted thoughts. You pounded your fists against his chest in frustration.

“Touch me again,” he threatened calmly, not showing an ounce of pain under your violence. His lack of reaction only pissed you off further, and you lifted your fist, aiming at his nose this time. He snatched your wrist before you could touch him and yanked you forward so that he could crush his lips against yours. You fought him at first, disgusted by his touch. But that denial only lasted a few seconds before you were pulling him closer, fervently kissing him back.

He growled in approval, devouring you with surprisingly soft lips. Blindly, he walked you back until you hit a table. Unbreaking your connection, he helped you hop onto the surface, and you spread your legs for him to slot between. He pulled at your waist, enjoying the heat of your body against his, especially the haggard rise and fall of your chest.

“Still think I’m a sick bastard?” He cockily whispered against your swollen lips

“Shut up,” you groaned, smacking his shoulder harmlessly. He chuckled huskily and the sound made your thighs squeeze his narrow hips, drawing him impossibly closer.

“Who knew you had such a fighter’s spirit,” he purred. His nose rubbed against the side of your neck, his breath was warm as he whispered against your flesh. “I want to kill it.”

“Of course, you do.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, although half the reason came from the pleasure of his inquisitive tongue. “Kiss me again.”

He did as you commanded, and time fell away as you lost yourselves in each other. You were starting to undress the other when he said your name.

At least, you’d thought it was him, except for the fact his tongue was preoccupied exploring your mouth.

Realizing Lay wasn’t the one who spoke, your eyes sprang open and locked with Yixing’s, who stood in the doorway in utter shock.

“That’s not me,” he warned. He was visibly confused, and that you understood. In no world could Yixing picture the two of you like how you were. You’d never shown him any affection that wasn’t friendly. Guilt overcame you when realization widened his eyes. “But you know that, don’t you?”

Betrayal. A sick look of betrayal contorted his soft features and your stomach dropped.

Lay’s mocking laugh echoed throughout the empty room as he straightened, gaining your attention. He met your gaze with a lifted eyebrow, as if telling you to ‘watch this’ before turning to face his doppelganger.

“No, please.” You grabbed his arm, understanding how swiftly he could destroy Yixing, who lacked your shared fighting spirit.

Lay paused under your touch, calculating his next move. The two scrutinized the other, and for the first time, Yixing truly appeared identical to his clone. There was a hatred radiating off of him that you had no idea he was capable of emitting. He said your name again, and it sounded too much like a threat. The brewing anger in his tone had a chill run down your spine. “Let’s go.”

“I….” Your eyes bounced between the two men. They’re both so still and wound up, looking more like statues forever marbleized in a battle of wits.

“Lets. Go.” There’s no room for argument in Yixing’s repeated demand. He was testing you, testing your allegiance. It hurt that he doubted your loyalty, made worse from the fact you were questioning it yourself.

Lay finally moved, turning back to you. Wordlessly, he straightened the leather jacket you wore that dangled from your shoulders. He fixed your hair, making sure you were presentable. His hands had a calming effect that lead you to believe he was using his healing abilities to make sure any cuts or pain you felt vanished.

When you dared a look at him, his face was stoic except his eyes. What you once saw as voids were now filled with life, and within their depths you saw a secret message. A promise that he’d be back for you.

Self-hatred grew within you from the relief you felt seeing his promise.

“Okay, Yixing. I’m coming.” You gently shoved Lay back, pushing at his abdomen. He rested a palm over your hands as he retreated, giving you the room to slide off the table. You stumbled when your feet touched the floor, and he steadied you by the waist, holding you close. Yixing scoffed behind him, muttering something angry under his breath.

You really didn’t want to leave Lay, much to your disgust.

He sensed as much and gave you a reassuring nod that encouraged you enough to finally pull away from him, to head towards Yixing, your dear friend. He held his hand out for you, but you ignored it. You also ignored the hurt that caused him, exiting the room without looking back.

“Next time I see you,” you heard him threaten his evil twin. “You’re dead.”

You shivered again at his lethal calm. Yixing was unrecognizable at that moment.

You heard the smile in Lay’s voice as he said, “looking forward to it.”

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Series

Nocturnal Reverie - PCY :ongoing: *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ Chapter 1: City of Shadows Chapter 2: Unveiling Secrets Chapter 3: A dangerous game begins Chapter 4: Unveiled Desires Chapter 5: Operation Shadow Veil Chapter 6: Threads of Deception and Dilemmas Chapter 7: Echoes of the Past Chapter 8: Unexpected Encounter Chapter 9: Harmony in Midnight melodies Chapter 10: Glimmers of recognition Chapter 11: The Message

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~New Series Coming Soon

[synthetickitsune]

X-EXO!Lay (EXO) | Possession - based on the prompt: finding dark bruises all over your body you have no recollection of getting by @urfriendlywriter angst | 1k | gn!reader

It's been three weeks now since it started. You'd wake up each day with new bruises covering your body. Now - occasional bruise or two that you had no recollection of getting were fine. But this was getting concerning.

These are bruises that never fade. It seems like they change places, as if they mysteriously heal overnight only to appear in slightly different spots the next morning. These are bruises all along your collarbones, inching closer each day to your neck it seems. More yet there is on the inner side of your arms, covering some areas of your ribs. You went to the doctor to have it checked up but for all their tests, they didn't find anything out of the norm, not even a new allergy that could be causing this. They told you to watch out for other symptoms and come back if there are any.

Of course they didn’t find anything. Of course there weren’t any other symptoms.

Yïxing swoons when he sees you. The white uniform they have you wear at your job is just slightly see-through, just enough that the marks he left on you are visible. Though to be fair, he might have taken it a little too far this time. He can hear the people talk, gossip, and he sees how uncomfortable it makes you. But that can be dealt with later.

Right now he gives you a very appropriate smile as you bring him his order that is conveniently the exact same as what you're getting when you're ordering coffee. You seem just a little too relieved when he meets your eyes instead of ogling the marks hiding under the fabric of your uniform. Just as usual, you seem happy to see him. You seem excited to hand him his cup, although you never do it with other guests. No, he thinks contentedly, you always set the cup down in front of them, but for him you make the exception.

He also notices you're stalling. As if you were reluctant to go back to the front. He can't blame you, and he definitely doesn't mind.

"Looks like you're having a terrible day," he notes quietly and gives you a sympathetic smile.

"Something like that," you admit and it's so clear that you'd rather stay and chat but the manager is already calling you back to the front. They take you to the office off to the side, which Yïxing disapproves of because it's the one place where he can't see you. When you come out, you're obviously uncomfortable, and also now sporting one of those awful sweaters they have you wear during winter. He can't imagine that feeling great since the heating makes it feel like it's the middle of summer inside the cafe.

You're too busy to pay him much attention afterwards and his mood sours. He can't leave without politely asking to talk to the manager and explaining in no uncertain terms that their behavior is unacceptable. Seeing the staff in discomfort ruins the experience for the guests, surely they don't want that? Somehow, he actually manages to look concerned when he says that.

Before he leaves, Yïxing makes sure that the injustice is fixed. He catches the grateful smile you shoot his way. Yeah, he could get used to that - you smiling while wearing his marks so beautifully.

Nobody should blame him for visiting you on this night too. How could he resist? You look so peaceful when you sleep, your expression free of worries, and you’re so cute all curled up in your blanket. Only the bed is too big for you to sleep in alone. He sits down on the edge carefully. He doesn’t want to wake you, doesn’t want to make you scared of him. Should it happen, then he can of course take responsibility. He’s more than ready to take you with him, to care for you and cherish you as you deserve to be, but alas… these things are easier if one has patience. 

He moves some hair away from your forehead and caresses your cheek. You lean into his touch and he smiles. He loves how affectionate you are. Sometimes when handing him his order, your fingers brush together and you never shy away, never flinch, and what means the most - never apologize, only blush.

He lets his fingers trace your face, down your cheek to your jaw and then lower to your neck. Bruises begin to bloom under his touch, faint splashes of red and purples. He can’t wait for the day he will get to mark you for real, with his lips right against your skin. He can’t wait for the day you will be all his to keep, and so there won’t be any need to work, to hide the marks declaring you as his. 

He’s almost given in to the temptation many times. He could be careful. He could do it without waking you up, he’s sure of that. But he respects you more than that.

You stir in your sleep and roll over, the blanket and your shirt sliding up just enough to expose a patch of your skin on your ribs that has not yet been painted. He takes full advantage of it and remedies it straight away. Patches of yellows and purples blooming under the soft touch of his fingertips. He admits he hates to be the cause of your distress, but he knows once you’re his, you’ll feel so silly for ever worrying about the strange bruises. He’s sure you’ll beg for his forgiveness that you did not treasure them more.

He’s sure you’ll beg him to keep you despite making him wait for so long. 

And he will.

He will keep you forever.

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As Yixing took in the lavish decorations, he had to admit that for all of Baekhyun’s maniac preparations and insane demands, the man had taste. Granted, he’d always been anal about aesthetics and perfection and one would probably expect that same level of attention to detail for his wedding. But maybe a tank of dolphins was a bit much.

Yet, just beyond the ornate tank in the middle of the reception room, there you were at a table with a plate of food. You weren’t speaking to anyone, too engrossed in your plate. It slowly dawned on him that you were the most interesting person in the room.

“Bride or groom?” His voice drew your attention, and you looked over your shoulder at him.

Your gaze flittered over him quickly before a smile settled on your lips. “Neither. I just saw the wedding cars outside and figured there would be free cake.”

He couldn’t mask his surprise. “And you just so happened to be dressed for the occasion?” Though his words were stern and skeptical, his eyes sparkled with amusement.

You shrugged and turned back to the table. “It’s always a good idea to keep a fancy dress in the car.” You smiled as you finished off a finger sandwich. “And you? Where’s your date? Unless…”

“I didn’t bring one. Kinda got here at the last minute.”

“Oh! So you’re in need of a date. And I just so happen to be free.” Your voice trailed off as you sipped from your frosted flute of champagne. He frowned, and you were ready to face blatant rejection.”

“Yixing!” A man’s voice called out. The bride and groom approached, arm in arm, eyes fixed on Mr. Dateless. He turned and opened his arms, enveloping the couple in a hug. “Didn’t think you’d make it.”

“You finally got the girl of your dreams. Wouldn’t miss this for the world.” Yixing pulled back. “Still trying to wrap my head around the dolphins.”

The bride playfully hit her husband’s shoulder. “Told you that was too much!”

“Yeah, yeah.” He waved her off and his eyes fell on you. “Oh, who’s this?”

Oh, shit.

Yixing caught the brief flash of panic in your eyes. He could’ve easily watched you try to bullshit your way out of your mess, yet he found himself taking a step back toward your side. “This is my date,” he awkwardly pulled you to your feet and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “Introduce yourself, hon.”

[polariaes]

pink lady ✺  yeri x yixing drabble 

napatiim-bagang na lang si yeri. reve resort and festival hall has had only stellar reviews since it was established, she would hate to be the one that ruins their streak.

pero kaunti na lang, baka she would have no choice. of all the things na dapat ginagawa na niya, tulad nung pagsetup ng beach for wedding # 375 or helping in balancing the books or even her lunch break, she was stuck here, dealing with an unreasonable millionaire with an equally unreasonable request.

god, she hates rich people.

original prompt here.

✺ ✺ ✺ 

“let me get this straight, sir."

"okay. go."

"you want us to scour every security footage we have of the last three weeks to find a pink lady—"

"lady in a pale pink dress, actually. pink lady doesn't sound nice."

"...a pink-wearing lady during this time of year. the peak season of weddings."

"yes."

"you do realize, sir, that we've seen enough of pink ladies to last us a lifetime this month?"

"but how many, would you say, were frolicking on a beach almost everyday since the first week of the month from 1PM to 5PM?"

"and she's always wearing a wedding dress?"

"maybe…?"

"maybe what sir?"

"maybe it was for a wedding? maybe hindi? i didn't ask."

napatiim-bagang na lang si yeri. reve resort and festival hall has had only stellar reviews since it was established, she would hate to be the one that ruins their streak.

pero kaunti na lang, baka she would have no choice. of all the things na dapat ginagawa na niya, tulad nung pagsetup ng beach for wedding # 375 or helping in balancing the books or even her lunch break, she was stuck here, dealing with an unreasonable millionaire with an equally unreasonable request.

god, she hates rich people.

she schools her face with a smile, "okay sir. we'll consider your request. pero it might take a few days for security to release the videos and it might need additional manpower to go over three weeks' worth of footage of this place."

"we would need the few days to be 24 hours," yeri feels herself deflate. she watches him reach out to his inner jacket pocket and hand over a piece of paper. "better yet, less than 24."

sanay na si yeri makahawak ng mga tsekeng may malalaking halaga ng pera. pero di pa rin niya naiwasang mapamaang sa kung gaano kadaming numero ang nasa papel. para lang sa babaeng hindi niya nga alam ang pangalan.

god, she doesn't hate rich people, she abhors them.

but, also unfortunately, money makes the world go round. at naiimagine na niya ang lecture na matatanggap niya kung hinindian niya ito.

"...i'll see what i can do."

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬

[ ✧.* ] His First Love — idol!jongin x reader [ ✧.* ] Warm Caramel And Honey Blonde — professor!jongin x barista!alice [ ✧.* ] Under The Mistletoe — actor!jongin x reader [ ✧.* ] Catch Me If You Can — detective!jongin x gang!reader [ ✧.* ] If Only — ceo!jongin x reader | ceo!jongin x yoona [side] [ ✧.* ][M] Behind Closed Doors — bodyguard!jongin x ceo!reader x ceo!ravi 🌹 [ ✧.* ][M] Play Pretend — vampire hunter!jongin x vampire!reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Wrong Move — detective!yoongi x detective!shai x criminal!jongin [ ✧.* ] Jealous — idol!jongin x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] She's A Fighter — student!jongin x student!reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Gentle — idol!jongin x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Aim To Please — idol!jongin x dom!reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Ice, Ice Baby — idol!jongin x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ][M] Obsession — yandere!jongin x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Confession — devil!jongin x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] In The Club — devil!jongin x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Game Of Possession — idol!jongin x reader [@x-ratedkpop] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Petty Jealousy — idol!minseok x reader [@x-ratedkpop] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] As The Thunder Rolls In — ambiguous!junmyeon x reader [ @x-ratedkpop] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Mirror — idol!yixing x reader [@x-ratedkpop] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Take Care Of Me — sub!baekhyun x mummy!reader [@x-ratedkpop] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Come On Over — idol!jongin x reader [@x-ratedkpop] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Cruel Queen — mafia!chanyeol x mafia!reader [@x-ratedkpop] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] A Point To Prove — idol!yuto x poc!reader [@x-ratedkpop] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Never Love Again — fuckboy!lucas x reader [due to be rewritten][@danseurehonte]

[ ✧.* ][M] A Life With You — yandere!prince!taemin x reader x prince!jongin [present] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] The Gift That Keeps On Giving — ambiguous!taemin x reader x boyfriend!hakyeon [present] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] You're Hired — ceo!taemin x reader x ceo!jongin 🌹 [ ✧.* ][M] Delusional Fantasy — hades!leo x persephone!reader [ ✧.* ] Warmth — idol!jongin x reader 🌹❌ [ ✧.* ] Long Drive — ambiguous!minseok x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Little Wolf — werewolf!junmyeon & werewolf!reader [ ✧.* ] My Darling, You Are Perfect — idol!yixing x alice [ ✧.* ] Happy Birthday, Yixing — idol!yixing x reader [ ✧.* ] Mutual Agreement — idol!yixing x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ][M] Ritual Gone Wrong — demon!yixing x reader [ ✧.* ] Do You Wanna Build A Snowman? — best friend!baekhyun & anais [present] [ ✧.* ] Fucking Fortnite — brother!baekhyun & reader [ ✧.* ] His Awakening — dragon!jongdae [ ✧.* ] Best Of Both Worlds — idol!jongin x reader x idol!jungkook 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Secret Santa — college!namjoon x reader [present] [ ✧.* ] The Competition — idol!sehun x reader [ ✧.* ] Cookie Time — idol!sehun x reader [present] [ ✧.* ] Late Night Coffee — model!sehun x photographer!alice [ ✧.* ] Sweet Like Chocolate — idol!jongin x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] I Promise You — idol!jongin x alice [ ✧.* ] First Date — idol!jongin x reader [ ✧.* ] Crayons — ambiguous!jongin x reader [ ✧.* ] Stone Cold — ex!jongin x reader | soulmate!jongin x soulmate!oc [side] [ ✧.* ][M] God Sent An Angel — angel!jongin x reader | baekhyun x reader [side] [ ✧.* ] Tender Love — idol!jongin x alice [ ✧.* ] Study Break — ambiguous!jongin x reader [present] [ ✧.* ] Christmas Crush — friend!jongin x reader [ ✧.* ] Jongin's Christmas Miracle — idol!jongin x ayla [ ✧.* ][M] New Life — boss!jongin x barista!reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Drunk Mind, Sober Heart — best friend!jongin x alice 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Say Yes — fallen angel!jongin x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ][M] Jongin The Ripper — killer!jongin x ??? 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Break Me — vampire!jongin x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Consequences — prince!kyungsoo x reader [ ✧.* ] World's Best Dad — best friend!kyungsoo x parent!reader [ ✧.* ] Love Confessions — college!kyungsoo x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Fill Me Up — hybrid!chanyeol x hybrid!reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Naughty Kitty — hybrid!jongdae x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Oh, You Tease — idol!minseok x reader 🌹

[jongbross]

100 celebration

all songs and members are claimed! here's the final lineup:

xiumin - do not touch (misamo)

suho - mirage of flower (chen)

yixing - break my heart (d.n.a)

baekhyun - say you love me (kai)

chen - i don't even mind (chen)

chanyeol - lilith (halsey, suga)

d.o - the ring (ateez)

kai - bite me (enhypen)

sehun - btbt (b.i, devita, soulja boy)

i'm gonna update this list with links as i post them! the drabbles will be posted from saturday 16th to sunday 24th (september).

thank you all so much, for participating and following me! let's stay a long time together making memories and sharing our love for exo.

see you at 200 followers celebration. 😉

[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.

[blu-joons]

Missing Comeback ~ Zhang Yixing

As soon as you walked into the bedroom and saw Yixing staring at the latest release to promote EXO’s comeback, you could see in his eyes how painful it was. He’d tried to be strong, for your sake, but it was hurting that he’d had to miss out yet again.

“You don’t need to pretend that you’re fine,” you assured him as you sat down beside him on the bed, “it’s natural to be upset that you’re not there, I’d be the same if I was in your position.”

Yixing’s teary eyes looked across at you, smiling weakly, before turning back to look at the photo. It had been a long time since either of you had seen any of the boys, but as yet another comeback came around, you knew this one was hitting Yixing hard.

“I don’t want people to forget that I’m also a part of EXO,” he admitted to you, resting against your side. “I’ve missed out for so many years, will I even be able to go back Y/N?”

“Of course. The timing just wasn’t right for this time around, but that time will come for you.”

His head nodded, but the doubt was creeping in with each passing moment that he looked at the screen. Each of the members looked so well, which only made Yixing feel worse about not being able to be there, especially with the group depleted by numbers already.

“I bet they all can’t wait for when you’re able to get back to Korea too,” you assured him, knowing just how much all of the members missed him. “It can’t be easy for them either.”

Yixing sighed softly, as memories of previous years began to hit him. “The photos for the comeback were one of my favourite times, I would have loved to have been there.”

“I know you would,” you comforted, smiling weakly across at him. “I wish I had the words to try and make you feel better, but I don’t really feel like anything I say will help, because I know deep down all you want to do is be there with them all right now.”

Yixing nodded with a heavy sigh, his heart was filled with regret and despair that he had to watch on from the side lines yet again. He was beyond proud of how well the group had been doing, and how hard he’d worked as an individual since his last appearance alongside them.

But the time for working by himself felt like it was over. You’d had many discussions with him about the things he wanted to do when the world allowed it and joining back up with the group where it all began for him was definitely at the top of his list.

“However hard it is, you’ve just got to keep cheering for the boys and remind them that you’re there for them,” you tried to suggest, “have you thought about giving one of them a cool?”

“I have done a few times, but they’re always so busy,” he admitted in response to you, allowing his head to drop and relax against your shoulder. “Sometimes I wonder if they’ve given up on me, do they still think that I’ll be back one day?”

It was difficult for you to truly say how the boys felt, you knew that they wished for Yixing to come back to them, but you also weren’t sure whether they really were happy getting on with things without him. It had been a long time for you all, and Yixing’s inactivity couldn’t loom over the group forever.

Rather than speak, you simply wrapped your arms around his shoulders and squeezed him a little tighter, but Yixing knew exactly what that meant. It was the answer he’d given himself, even if you were too afraid to say it to him.

“Watching the comeback will get easier,” you promised, kissing the top of his head.

A small hum came from Yixing as he reached forwards and pushed the lid of his laptop down, deciding that the photo was something to be studied when he was in a clearer state of mind.

“No one’s expecting you to be alright when you’re not though.”

Anytime you brought up the comeback, Yixing switched off. It was almost as if you were talking to a robot with how blankly he stared at you, his responses were always minimal, because he knew if he talked too much, he’d break in front of you.

“I don’t want to get upset over it,” Yixing sighed, “there’s no real reason for me to get upset over something I can’t control.”

“You have every right to be upset, you’re still a part of EXO, even if you can’t be there right now.”

“I wish I was though,” he frowned, glancing up at you, “I wish that I was with them all and able to be a part of all these memories that they’re going to make.”

Your head nodded as your hand brushed through his hair. Even you missed being around the boys quite often, shoots and recordings were always fun with the boys around.

“One day, I know that you’ll be able to be back with them and it’ll feel like you’ve never been away,” you tried to assure him, but Yixing’s head only shook.

He’d spent too much time focusing on false hope to trust in anything that the future held. So much of his career had swerved and spun around that he could never predict anything.

“There’s a chance that I might not,” he honestly stated, “but am I really prepared to look at that as a possible reality for my career?”

As much as he loved being a part of EXO, Yixing wasn’t oblivious to how successful a solo career he’d built for himself. There were people who relied on him, he had his own agency for a start, would time off be something that he could find to go back home.

“Only you can decide that,” you told him, resting against the top of his head, “do you feel like it’s something you can accept?”

“If I don’t have a choice, then I think so,” he informed you, letting go of another sigh. “It’s never the way I want things to be, but maybe it’s a future I need to consider.”

As hard as it was for him, Yixing was aware enough to know that even though he dreamt of the chance to head back to EXO, there could always be the chance of not being able to head back, however hard of an option that was for him.

“Whichever path you go down, I know that you’ll be incredible. Neither of us know what path that will be just yet, but whatever way you go, you know that you’ll always be a member of EXO, and that EXO will always want you.”

Yixing’s head nodded, bringing his hand up to wipe underneath his eyes before you spotted any tears falling. It broke your heart to see him so conflicted and doubtful about where life would take him, especially when you knew how much he wanted it to go one way.

“I know that I’m going to be their biggest fan on this comeback, but it still sucks that I can’t be a part of it,” Yixing frowned.

“No one’s expecting you to smile constantly when you have to watch on,” you reminded him, “but I know they’ll all love to have you cheering for them too.”

“I’ve never stopped being a part of EXO, whether I’m with them or not.”

“They know that,” you smiled, remembering all the little conversations you’d had with the boys. “And they’ll know that you’re with them throughout this whole comeback.”

“I just wish I could be there in person.”

“One day, you’ll be back with them again.”

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Masterlist

[biaswreckingfics]

Hiii 🙋🏻‍♀️ I'm here for the prompt hehe. I hope you can do it 45 and 67 for any EXO member that you choose. I have a bias but I'm fine with any of the boys because I miss them a lot. Thank you 🧡

45 + 67 - Yixing

(I have a feeling we should kiss. + Did you just check me out?) -I switched them around I hope you don't mind!-

Yixing was attempting to teach you how to dance, whether it was going well or not was another story. You couldn't even remember how you ended up in this predicament, but here you were.

You admired your friend as he danced. The way his body moved so freely and fluidly was beyond your comprehension. He was easily one of the best dancers you had ever seen, and you felt no shame in watching him closely.

"Did you just check me out?" Yixing asks in a suggestive tone.

You roll your eyes, completely used to his overly flirty nature. "I'm supposed to be watching you, Xing. Get your head out of your ass."

He laughs at your sassy tone but continues on with the lesson.

Not even 5 minutes later, he's standing behind you, showing you how to properly move your hips, and without warning, you feel his hands go to your waist. You feel a jolt go through your body, but push it aside to focus on what he was telling you.

"You're actually doing pretty good! I'm even a little bit proud of you."

You turn your head to thank him, and that's when you realize your mistake. You had not been truly aware of how close he had been to you until your faces were only a couple inches apart. That paired with his hands on your hips causes a light tremble in your body, and your breath catches in your throat.

You meet Yixing's stare as you both find yourselves frozen in your spots. A small part of you screams to move away from your friend, but you ignore it because the rest of you wants to find out what'll happen next.

"I have a feeling we should kiss."

Reality crashes into you when you hear that flirty tone enter his voice, and you sigh when you realize you feel disappointed at the fact that he thought it was just a joke. Apparently, the crush you had on him was bigger than you ever realized.

"Dang it, Yixing. Can't you be serious for two seconds?" You say in an attempt to cover up your sadness, but when you turn to look at him, you see a sincere look on his face.

"I was being serious."

[xingplytwelve]

𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝑔𝑜 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀

NSFW Drabble: makin’ love, go all the way (inspired by Faded! stream it here) this probably should have been about chanyeol but I just kept thinking about zhang yixing I’m sorry

Pairing: Yixing x Reader

Genre/ AU: Slight Fluff, Smut, friends to lovers!AU

Word Count: 1.4k 

Yixing’s weight shifted entirely onto you, almost making you fall when his friends passed him over. Baekhyun then apologised to you for not being able to send him back tonight, which you said it’s fine. This is not the first time that yixing had gotten drunk, and that you had to send him back anyway. Usually baekhyun would have done so, but you would think that he would like to have his own fun at times too, rather than sending an almost dead drunk friend back home. What fun is it when it’s just the two man, furthermore intoxicated. You helped yixing over to the carpark as you searched his pockets in a hurry for his car keys, you just couldn’t wait to get him off you. Yixing giggled at the ticklish sensation, making him looked at you. You noticed his eyes, as you mumbled, ‘why on earth did you get so drunk, again.’ 

You had known yixing for the longest time, that you couldn’t even remember when did you met him exactly. Was it when you were 20? Has it been 10 years already? You really couldn’t recall. And over the period where you had known him, you wasn’t sure of your feelings towards him either. Both of you were attached from time to time, on and off, but you knew that if either one of you were in trouble, you’ll have each other’s backs. You’ve never voiced it out either, since you wasn’t sure yourself, and you clearly didn’t know what yixing thought too. But you guys had a pact though, a pact that will get y’all hitched to each other, if both of you were still single at 35. And that’s just in 5 years time. 

You finally found the keys to his Audi in his back pocket, yeah, what an awkward place to be digging into, right. You pushed him into the front seat, leaving his legs hanging outside as you tried to catch your breath. It seemed like yixing knew what was happening, and he had obediently shifted himself entirely into the seat before you could finally closed the door. You then got in and started the car, before checking whether yixing had his seatbelt on. And indeed, he didn’t. Wasn’t his habit to put on the seatbelt to begin with, but you made sure that he always had it on whenever you were driving him, and vice versa, much to his annoyance. You leaned over, attempting to put it on for him, but you felt his hands around your waist pulling you close, making you fall onto his chest. His breathing was heavy, and his chest felt so hard and warm, you were almost tempted to remain like that for a little more. But you pulled away quickly and managed a ‘what are you doing?’, before asking him to put the seatbelt on himself, which he complied, to your surprise. You then drove off quickly, heart still racing from what just happened. 

The roads at 4am were empty and quiet, as you drove back to his place in silence. You figured that yixing was probably asleep, since he wasn’t blabbering much. But he was very much awake in fact, and you only realised it when he placed his hand on your thighs, caressing it fondly. You were so taken aback by what he just did, that you stopped the car at the side of the highway. It was abnormal for anyone to be feeling so hot when the vehicle’s aircon was fully functional, but that’s just what yixing had been doing to you. You didn’t want to admit it, but the fact that your pulse was racing was telling you otherwise. You do like him. Yixing chuckled, as he undid your seatbelt, and his own, before attempting to hover himself over you. He was having a little difficulty in doing so, but was soon successful when he had lifted the lever of the car seat, making you fall backwards, and easier for him to be on top of you. Your hands were at his chest, ready to push him away anytime if you wanted to, as you asked, again, ‘what are you doing? you’re drunk, yixing. Now get off from - ’ And you were shut when he had landed his lips on yours. You could still taste the whisky in his mouth, but goddamn his kisses felt so good, addicting, and intoxicating, even. You could have gotten yourself drunk in them. He took one of your hands, interlocking his fingers with yours, like it was the most natural thing to do, and you couldn’t help but to release a few soft moans at how affectionate he was. 

He broke away for a breather, before whispering, ‘I want you, y/n. Regardless of whether I’m sober or drunk.’ You looked at him, dumbfounded, still not sure if it was the alcohol talking, or does he really meant what he said. As he leaned in for another kiss, a deeper, and one that’s filled with lust, you simply couldn’t be bothered anymore. Yixing had rested his body against yours, while he grinds his hips against your core slow and lazily, making you bit back a moan as you squirmed under him. You could feel his member hardening beneath those black, ripped jeans of his, those jeans that you wanted to pull off him so badly. ‘Fuck…’ you cursed, as you felt a pool of liquid escaping your core. ‘Hmm?’ Yixing mumbled with a tiny smirk, before removing his pants, just enough to release his length. You were looking at him all these while, and when his hard cock was exposed, you simply stared, so in need of it. You then shifted your attention to his handsome face when you felt a nudge, sort of asking if he can proceed with whatever he was doing. You gave him a light nod, as he started leaving wet kisses on you, hands slipping beneath your skirt and yanking off your soaked panties. He then pumped himself a few times, before filling you up with his thick cock. The sudden increase of adrenaline you felt in your bloodstream the moment he entered you had you going crazy, as you clutched onto his forearm. You felt so good with yixing inside you, thrusting away, so good that you were almost seeing stars. ‘You take me in so well, honey,’ yixing whispered in your ears, before giving it a playful nibble and started leaving sloppy kisses over you again. ‘Hnggg yixing,’ you moaned, and moaned, as yixing continued to grind, hitting your sweet spot with no trouble at all. ‘We’re made for each other, what took us so long?’ he said in between breaths, nuzzling his face with yours. You haven’t had the time to melt in that sweet statement of his as you grew closer to your high, and you could only begged for him to go faster. His movements were losing it’s original rhythm, and you knew he was probably close too. You squealed the moment you felt yourself dissolving within the pleasure that yixing had given you, and a few moments later, he was spilling all his loads inside you, before completely collapsing on you, making you breathless. 

The atmosphere of the dawn was pretty much filled with both of you still trying to catch your breaths while overcoming the state of being on cloud nine. You were the one to break the silence first, as you called while caressing his boyish black hair, ‘yixing?’ ‘Mm, yes honey?’ Yixing answered, as he planted a peck on your cheeks, making you smiled. Yixing apologised as he struggled to get back into the passenger’s seat the moment you told him he was heavy, which made you laugh a little, as you see him throwing himself back into the passenger seat after ages. He then interlocked his hand with yours, while using his free hand to put his pants back on. You laughed even harder at what he was trying to do, but yixing turned over and looked at you lovingly, so much that it made you embarrassed. You avoided his gaze, before saying, ‘you do realise that we can’t go back anymore, right?’ Yixing then placed both hands on your shoulders, getting you to look at him as he said, ‘Listen y/n, I only want to move forward with you from now, and not wait till 5 years later. We’ll go on proper dates, then I’ll proposed, we’ll get married, and build a family together. I don’t ever want to go back, honey.’ 

[3rachabffs]

not a date (maybe a date) ➺ zhang yixing

◦ pairings: yixing x reader 

◦ word count: 2.6k

◦ prompt: parent!au + meet messy, exes + “you have the emotional capacity of a brick.”

◦ description: when sehun tells you that he convinced his friend to babysit your daughter for you, you can't say that you're thrilled. most of sehun’s friends are exactly like him—partiers, irresponsible, so on and so forth. but meeting said friend puts all your worries to rest.

◦ a/n: cross-posted on ao3

“I can babysit.”

“Sehun, you have the emotional capacity of a brick.”

You say that lovingly, of course. Sehun is your best friend and has been since you two were snot-nosed toddlers fighting over who gets to go down the slide first. The only thing that has ever changed in your relationship is that now the two of you fight over who gets to write what editorials for the magazine you work at.

However, you loving him doesn’t change the fact that he’s a semi-irresponsible partier who drinks from dusk until dawn and has no problem with speaking whatever is on his mind, even if it means hurting people’s feelings. As an adult, you can appreciate those traits (to an extent), but imagining him taking care of a child, especially your child… Well, there would be lots of crying and screaming. And that’s only taking Sehun’s reaction into consideration.

“You know,” he replies, “I would take great offense to that if you weren’t one hundred percent correct.”

Sehun spins around in his desk chair and takes a sip of coffee (it’s only 10 AM and he’s already on his third cup, trying to fight the hangover) before promptly turning back around and wiggling his perfectly sculpted eyebrows at you. “I have an idea.”

“Should I be scared?”

“No, no. Of course not.” He pauses, and then sighs. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what? I’m not giving you a look.”

“Yes, you definitely are. You’re giving me your “Sehun is stupid and I’m not gonna go along with anything he says” look.”

“This is just my face!”

“No, your eyes are deader than usual.”

“Ha-ha.”

“Just trust me, will you?” And with that Sehun gets up from his chair, smooths out the wrinkles from his suit, and begins to head towards the elevators.

You slowly spin in your own chair to follow his path as he walks, arms crossed disapprovingly across your chest. “And where are you going?”

“To talk to a friend of mine in Art Media. I’ll be right back, babe.”

You can't help but roll your eyes at his antics. You thought he would stop with the pet names after the HR violation but once the higher-ups found out that the two of you weren't dating and Sehun was very much gay, everyone seemed to stop caring about it (including whoever reported the situation in the first place).

Turning back to your desk, you continue typing up the editorial you were working on prior to the whole "need-a-babysitter" fiasco. You're still not quite sure what you're going to do��maybe you should just cancel the cooking class—but that's an issue you can focus on during your lunch break.

Sehun doesn't come back until you're already printing what you wrote so that you can run it upstairs to your editor. You raise an eyebrow at the mischievous smirk on his face.

“What did you do?”

"I got a babysitter for you."

Alarm bells begin to go off in your head immediately. Sehun said the person he was going to talk to was a friend and all the friends you've ever met of his have been exactly like him—partiers, irresponsible, so on and so forth.

Getting out of your chair, you grab Sehun's hand and pull him towards the break room. He follows quietly, but only until the two of you are a safe distance away from the rest of your coworkers. Once you're behind closed doors, however, he pulls his hand away and gives you one of his signature looks, the—

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"I appreciate you trying so hard to get a babysitter for me but, Sehun, come on! I've never even met this guy, how am I supposed to trust him with my child?"

"Well, he—"

"Is he one of your clubbing friends? One of the ones you stay out with until 4 am? Oh my god, he's not the friend who drove you home drunk one night, right? Look, I'll find my own sitter, okay? Thanks for trying but you can tell your friend no thanks."

"Or you can."

You practically jump out of your skin at the new voice that interrupts your (one-sided) conversation with Sehun. Leaning against the doorframe is one of the most attractive men you've ever seen, what with his dark, slicked-back hair and proportions that could rival those of a male model.

"I-I'm sorry?" you stutter. "What did you say?"

Sehun claps, looking all too happy for the situation at hand. "Y/N, I'd like to introduce you to Yixing, the friend I was talking about. I brought him with me because I know you would want to meet him."

You squeeze your eyes shut, hoping that in the next two seconds you'll magically be teleported anywhere other than here. But alas, you are not Dorothy with her magic red heels. So, you decide to be a responsible adult and apologize.

"Yixing, I am so, so sorry for anything you might have overheard. It's just... when it comes to Naeun, I'm so protective."

Yixing, bless his heart, smiles at you and alleviates all of your worries. "Hey, it's alright. I'm the same with my kid, too." The surprise must be written all over your face because he continues, "I'm guessing you didn't expect Sehun to have friends—other than you—that have kids."

"Honestly? I didn't. He's kinda stuck with me since we grew up together, after all."

"Well, let me shock you some more. Another friend of ours, Jongdae, also has a kid."

Turning to Sehun, you cross your arms. "You never thought to introduce me to these friends of yours? People that I could relate to?"

Sehun just shrugs. "Not really."

You roll your eyes. "And that's why I never expect anything from you."

"I like not being held to expectations."

Yixing laughs, amused by your bickering. "Not to interrupt but, Y/N, now that you know I'm not one of his quote-unquote clubbing friends, do you trust me to take care of Naeun? I figured it would be nice for her and my daughter to hang out with one another since they're around the same age."

You take a moment to think but, honestly, it's just for show. In the few minutes you've spent with him, you can tell that he's trustworthy enough to take care of your daughter. "That sounds lovely. What time's your lunch? Maybe we can meet and discuss this further."

"I usually take lunch at 2, but I can fit my schedule with yours. I'm the Art Director so I don't think anyone will fight me on it."

Your jaw drops. "Oh my god, you're the Art Director? I'm sorry, I had no idea."

"It's fine, I don't expect people who aren't in the same department as me to know who I am."

"Right, of course not, I was just surprised.” You give Sehun a look, signaling to him that you want to discuss how he’s friends with the Art Director at a later point. Then, you continue, “Anyways, my lunch is at 1:30, so if that's good for you we can meet then."

"Perfect, I'll meet you in the cafe." With that, he claps Sehun on the shoulder and takes his leave.

Now alone, Sehun focuses all of his attention on you. "Oh, a lunch date, hm? Spicy."

"Sp... Spicy?" You fumble over the word, flabbergasted. "No, no, no, no. Not spicy. It's basically a business meeting. I'm just gonna learn a bit about him, tell him what he needs to know in order to babysit, and let him know what time I'll drop Naeun at his house. That's all."

"I don't know, it kinda sounds like a date to me," Sehun teases.

"In what world does that sound like a date?" Huffing, you push past him and head back to your desk. "Whatever, I need to get my editorial to Minseok. Bug off."

"Y/N and Yixing sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N—"

You hit Sehun on the head using your printed editorial, shushing him. "We're not in kindergarten anymore, Sehun! That's enough, I'm leaving."

"Alright, you minx. Go."

Getting into the elevator, you yell, "I'm not a minx!"

You're instantly swarmed with feelings of regret at your outburst when all of your coworkers turn to look at you and couldn't be more thankful when the elevator doors close.

"So, Naeun is four, right?" Yixing asks.

You take a moment to swallow the bit of sandwich you were chewing before responding. "That's right. And your daughter, Hana, is the same age?

"That's right." Yixing digs into the inner pocket of his suit jacket and takes out his wallet. It only takes him a second for him to locate her picture and hand it to you. "That's her, on her birthday this year."

The girl looks exactly like him, dimples and all. Her hair is a bit lighter though, which you assume is a trait she acquired from her mother.

"If you don't mind me asking, is Hana's mother still in the picture?"

Yixing sighs as he gingerly puts the picture back into his wallet. "No, she's not. She decided that being a mom wasn't her calling and decided to chase her passions in Rome or something like that."

"Oh, wow. I'm sorry. That's... wow."

Yixing chuckles, running a hand through his hair and messing it up just enough that a few strands fall perfectly against his forehead. "It's alright. Based on how she acted during the pregnancy, I was expecting the worst. Plus I wouldn't really want her in Hana's life anyway."

"It doesn't sound like you really liked her that much, if I’m being candid."

"No, I guess it doesn't."

The conversation dies down for a few moments as you both take some time to actually eat your lunch. The silence is a comfortable one, which you appreciate. It’s not common for you to feel so at ease with a person you’ve just met.

Yixing starts talking again abruptly. "I think I did love Chengxiao when I was with her. Or at least I believed I did."

You look at him with your cheeks puffed out, mid-bite. You had thought it was a sensitive topic and didn't expect him to continue. Yixing takes one look at you and smiles, handing you a napkin. You take it despite the embarrassed blush on your cheeks. The way he looked at you... It was almost fond. You quickly cast that thought aside, however. Surely you're reading too deeply into things because you’re attracted to him.

"When I met Chengxiao, I was young. 22. I was just starting out at the company and I was so overwhelmed. I was looking for someone to distract me, and she was that person.  We dated on and off for months and things got more serious when she got pregnant.

“My parents suggested I marry her, but she didn't want that and honestly, I wasn't sure I did either. I loved her for what she did for me, though. And even more so now that, because of her, I have Hana.

“But she was a wildcard, always looking for her next adventure. It's why I didn't expect her to stay after the pregnancy, but I'm not upset that she left. I don't think she would have loved our daughter the way she deserves to be loved."

Yixing stops, giving you a bashful look. "I'm sorry, you didn't ask for my life story."

You shake your head vehemently, not wanting him to feel like he overstepped by sharing so much with you. "No, no, it's perfectly alright! I'm glad you were comfortable enough to share something like that with me. It really speaks towards your character."

He raises an eyebrow. "Oh? And what does it say about me?"

"Well..." You pause, wondering where to begin. "It says that you're an incredible father. You care so much about your daughter and obviously put so much thought and care into anything that involves her. It also says that you're kind, almost to a fault. This woman, Chengxiao, she left you. Yet, you're still thankful to her and hold no animosity towards her. I find that to be very admirable."

By the time you're done, you're sure that your face is as red as an apple. Yixing has been paying you rapt attention, staring at you the entire time you spoke. It’s as if everything you had to say was of great importance to him.

Breaking out into a beautiful, dimpled smile, he thanks you. "I'm honored you seem to think of me so highly already. I hope I don't blow it on our next date."

"Our next date...?" Your heart soars.

He nods. "I'd really like to see you again. And not just when you drop Naeun off later."

"I'd really love that."

"What would you think about getting dinner on Friday night? You, me, and the kids."

The fact that he was willing to include Naeun and Hana on your first real date has you beaming. "That sounds perfect. More than perfect."

"I'm so glad."

On that note, Yixing gets up, smoothing out any wrinkles from his suit before throwing out his trash in a nearby garbage. You follow suit and he waits for you inside the elevator, foot holding the door. He presses the buttons for your floors—8 and 11, respectively. A few seconds pass—floor 1, floor 2—when suddenly he turns to you, grabbing you by the waist.

"Can I kiss you?"

You let your body answer for you, capturing his lips with your own. His touch is electric, sending a tingle down your spine. You get so lost in his touch that you don't notice another person getting on the elevator until they clear their throat.

You and Yixing pull away from each other immediately. Flushed and breathing heavily, you share a guilty look, akin to two teenagers who were caught making out underneath the bleachers. The woman who entered the elevator just laughs and shakes her head, before exiting on floor 6.

Soon enough, you arrive to your floor and bid Yixing goodbye.

"See you tonight at 8."

"See you then. I can't wait to meet Naeun."

The doors close, taking Yixing away. You have a strong urge to act like the dramatic lead in a teen romance movie and lean against them so you can slide to the ground in a lovesick daze. But you're not in a movie, you are an adult in your workplace. So, you smooth down your skirt and march over to your desk confidently, ready to tackle the rest of the work you have for the day. No matter how cute Yixing is, you won't let him hinder your performance.

Sehun eyes you as you approach and pounces the second you take a seat. "Tell me everything. I know something happened, you're practically glowing."

You keep your lips shut tight, not wanting to play into his antics. He gasps, taking your silence as an answer in itself. "You two didn't hook up in a storage room or something, did you? That'd be amazing."

Glaring at him, you respond, "No, we didn't." You turn back to your computer, ready to continue your work, but you can feel his stare boring into your side. With a sigh, you concede. "We did kiss in the elevator, though."

"Oh my god, yes! I should become a matchmaker or something, I swear."

You roll your eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Get back to work, slacker."

"Just say thank you."

There are a few colorful words you’d like to say that certainly aren’t even close to being thank you, but you bite your tongue.  "Alright. Thank you."

"I better be your best man at the wedding."

"Oh, Sehun, shut up!"

[bllixxfull]

Can I request 18 and 95 with Yixing? Thank you!

18: "You're in trouble now."

95: "Is that a promise?"

Yixing had always been a gentle lover. Sweet caresses and whispers of love were more his thing. But sometimes he couldn't control himself, couldn't hold himself back. Specially not when you were misbehaving like this. You were rarely ever a brat but there was something exciting in having a vibrator up your pussy and a butt plug up your ass that same time, in a dinner party on top of that. Yixing was talking about this and that with someone else you didn't even care to say hi to, you just went up to him and held his hand. Well that's what it seemed at first to him until you left him confused and with a small switch in his hand. Of course he knew what the switch was for the moment he saw it. He wasn't stupid after all. If you wanted to play, he was going to play. The first thing he did was text you. "You're in trouble now princess ❤." The text alone sent shivers through your spine. He only called you princess when he was about to torture you in the sweetest way possible. He played with the switch from time to time changing the level of vibration throughout the whole dinner party. He kept on putting the vibrator on it's highest level whenever you tried to talk to someone, making it more difficult but exciting for you. The cocky smirk that he had on didn't help you calm down either but it was your own undoing. So cornering him the moment you found him alone, you dragged him to sit beside you in a table far away in the corner, almost hidden from prying eyes. "Baby I can't take it anymore!" You whined with unshed tears in your eyes. Yixing put his hand on your thighs, leaning in to whisper hotly in your ears, "Then you shouldn't have done that now right?" "I'm sorry I teased you baby but please do something, anything!" You tried begging and pleading, the constant buzz just driving you crazy not the mention the delicious stretch of the butt plug. "I'll let you fuck my mouth, choke me on your dick until I'm crying but please fuck me first. I'm going crazy baby please!" You continued. "Is that a promise? Will you let me fuck your pretty little mouth until I make a mess out of you? Until you're crying oh so prettily on my cock? Huh?" Yixing said in a husky voice driving you mad. "Yes yes yes please anything!" You whisper yelled back while looking at him in the eyes. "Well princess then be prepared to be ruined" Yixing said with a certain glint in eyes that confirmed you that you had a long night ahead.

A/N: sorry for the delay. I really suck at updating regularly

[suhoerections]

Something New

➣ Genre: Hybrid!AU || Smut || Fluff 

➣ Pairing: Sheep Hyrbid!Yixing x Reader

➣ Prompt: 5. “you’re sure this is your first time doing this?” 41. “it’s too much… i can’t—fuck!” 

➣ Warnings: First time || Oral: male receiving || 

➣ Word count: 1k lmao 

Part of the Halloween drabble game

a/n: this is pretty much juts normal yixing i just had to add in the hybrid cause i’m tryna make it spoopy but its just cute askdjfh

Yixing’s cheeks were dusted with a pink blush, his touch feather light along your cheek as he gently brushed some hair out of your eyes.

“You’re sure you want to do this?” His voice was laced with a soothing tone, his eyes looking into your own with apprehension, “I don’t want you to do anything you aren’t ready for.”

“I want to,” You smiled gently at him, running your fingers along the little ram horns that poked just above the fluffy curls of his hair, “I want it to be you.” Yixing smiled widely, his dimples causing you to melt as you relaxed into the bed.

“Just tell me if anything hurts or if you want to stop at any point, okay?” He was slow to move next to you, his hand reaching over to massage small circles into your hip. 

“Of course,” Your voice was gentle, your voice soothing the part of Yixing that was hesitant to take your virginity, he needed to understand you wanted it as much as he did, “But I want to try something…”

Yixing’s brow furrowed, his chest constricting as he saw the glint in your eyes and your lip tucked between your teeth, “Yeah, what is it?”

Your body moved in answer, slowly moving to straddle him on the bed, “Is this okay?” Your voice was hesitant, your hands planted gently on his chest as you witnessed his stunned reaction. 

“Y-Yeah it's fine,” Yixing let out a small chuckle, his hands gently smoothing up your bare thighs and under your skirt, “You’re sure this is your first time doing this?” 

“Yeah…” You huffed a small smile, your own hands slipping under the hem of his sweater. You didn’t expect to feel his abs as you ran your fingers along the toned muscle, thinking he’d at least have a shirt on underneath the fabric, but he obviously didn’t. Yixing shivered underneath you, cock twitching in his pants as he felt you touch and explore him. 

“Wh-What did you want to try?” His eyes were looking into your own, making sure you were okay with his fingers dancing along the hem of your panties.

You were hesitant to say it, chewing your lip as you tried to suppress the blush scattering your cheeks, “A blow job.”

Yixing’s eyes widened at the suggestion, yet darkened as the surprise was replaced with his thoughts running with the image of your lips wrapped around his cock. He wanted you to do it, arousal pumping through his veins at the sheer suggestion of it. 

“Are you sure?” He wanted to check with you, make sure you weren’t doing it for him as this was meant to be about you and your pleasure - not his.

“I want to do it…” Your voice was breathless, your confidence regaining as you witnessed his reaction beneath you, “Can you teach me?” 

“Sure,” Yixing nodded, licking his lips nervously as he moved to sit at the edge of the bed, “Its okay if you just go on your knees, yeah?”

His cheek was soft as you kissed it gently, moving to get off the bed and on your knees in front of him, “Thank you,”

Yixing blushed, “My pleasure,” He swallowed, trying to get rid off the bundle of nerves caught in his throat, “I’ll take my pants off then.”

You nodded, sitting back and letting him pull the jeans down past his knees as you waited patiently. Yixing hooked his fingers in the waistband of his boxers, waiting for your nod of approval before pulling the fabric down and revealing his cock in front of you. Your eyes widened, reaching out to gently run your finger tip along the shaft. 

“J-Just be careful,” Yixing hissed gently, fisting the sheets as his cock twitched underneath your touch. 

“Sorry,” You mumbled the apology, too invested in his member in front of you. The taste was salty as you brought your tongue to swipe along the slit of his dick, a small moan from Yixing urging you on as you brought your lips to envelope the head, sucking gently. 

“Yes,” He breathily moaned the syllable, one of his hands reaching to tangle in your hair, “Just like that.” 

His cock twitched again as you licked up his shaft, feeling his erection harden and a bead of precum leak off the tip, which was salty on your tongue as your lips enveloped his head once again. He gasped quietly as you started to make your way down the shaft, taking his cock until it reached the back of your throat, pulling back and hollowing out your cheeks as you did so. 

“Fuck, yes that’s perfect,” Yixing’s moans were melodic, his head thrown back as he let you pleasure him. 

You repeated your actions, continuing to bob up and down his dick while his fingers tightened in your hair, his hips thrusting up slightly whenever your tongue pressed against a vein along the underside of his cock. The taste was salty, though enjoyable as you continued to suck, feeling the heat in your core pound whenever a mumbled ‘just like that, Princess’ fell off Yixing’s swollen lips. 

The muscles of his thighs started to tighten and his moans became longer and louder as he neared his end, your mouth pushing him to the edge of his release.

“Its too much…” Yixing’s voice was strained, too focused on the impending orgasm, “I can’t - fuck!” He was quick to pull you off his dick, his cum spurting out in warm strands over your face as he came with a loud moan. 

Part of you relished in the feeling of his hot seed coating your skin, while the other part caused the blush to arise on your cheeks. 

“That was amazing…” Yixing was breathless, his eyes closed and chest heaving as he tried to calm his racing heart, “Thank you.” He ran his fingers through your hair, caressing the strands back as he reached for the tissue box on the bedside table. 

“My pleasure,” You let him clean your face, wiping his climax off your skin as he landed a soft kiss to your lips. 

“Now let me repay the favor.”