hiiii miss m, a while ago i sent you a request about exo and who would prefer a (significantly) younger gf. i just wanted to ask if this made you uncomfortable or something because idk if i missed it but i think u haven’t answered yet. and i’m so sorry if it did, i didn’t mean for that to happen at all !!
hi, sweetheart !! oh my god, idk what happened bc i've never received that req !!! are you sure you sent it to me? i double checked and there's nothing like that in my inbox </3
anyway... i think baekhyun is the right answer here, lmao. he gave me vibes that he really doesn't care about his partner's age (all 100% legal of course!!), and i know he'd really, really enjoy the first times with you more than anyone else.
chanyeol, jongdae, junmyeon and jongin would be other example, but i think they'd be more hesitant about it. a ten years age gap might scare them as hell, but if they actually find something very special in someone like you, they'd make an exception.
i don't think minseok, sehun, yixing and kyungsoo are that open minded about it, but as long as there's no significant age gap, they're all in.
hiii pretty!! hope you’re doing well and getting lots of sleep during the holidays 🥹 i wish it was holiday where i live too lol
i’m reallyyy looking forward to your new updates!!
i had some ideas and thought maybe you might like them? i hope so 🥲
i was thinking like baekhyun x f!reader where the reader is a makeup artist working with the group on a photoshoot, and she and baek start getting along really well (iykyk and maybe things get a little messy in the bathroom during a break 😭
hope this makes sense!! and sorry if i’m talking too much, i’m kinda embarrassed to send this 💔
hey! wow, thank you so much for this suggestion! i had a lot of fun writing it, i hope it was a little bit like you imagined! <3
lights off.
ᥫ᭡ content: +18, casual sex, smut, dom!baekhyun, p i v, unprotected sex, f!reader, kinda staff x artist, baekhyunx f!reader, unresolved feelings, makeup artist f!reader, bathroom sex, baekhyun x you
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ᥫ᭡ summary: working with baekhyun was never the problem. pretending nothing ever happened between you two… that’s where things get complicated.
ᥫ᭡ a/n note: hey everyone! this was a suggestion from an anon! and wow… i really loved writing this one let me know what you think! xoxo
You already knew exactly how it worked: meetings between appointments, short messages, almost always at night, and a silent agreement that never needed to be said aloud.
At work, you were just that: professionals.
You, focused, precise, always with a brush in hand and your gaze fixed on the mirror.
He, sitting in the chair, joking with the team, acting as if he hadn't seen you hours before in a completely different context. And it worked.
The studio was already full when you arrived. Bright lights, people walking from one side to the other, voices mixing together — stylist, photographer, production. Everything is happening at the same time.
Normal, after all you were already used to the work, to the rhythm.
With him.
"You can start with him," someone from the team said, pointing without much ceremony.
You didn't even need to look twice.
Baekhyun.
Sitting in the chair, costume ready, fiddling with his cell phone as if he weren't in the middle of an entire set waiting for him.As if nothing had happened before. You took a deep breath before approaching, very professionally.
“Hi,” you said.
He looked up. And stopped at you. For another second.
“Hi.”
Simple. But… there was something there. There always was. You opened your briefcase, avoiding holding it for too long.
“I’ll start.”
“Okay.”
Silence.
Only the sound of brushes, the zipper, the movement around. You approached, carefully tilting his face. It was automatic. Easy. Too familiar. He didn't look away, not even when you got close. Not even when your fingers brushed against his skin.
"Do you always act like this?" he murmured.
You didn't even need to ask.
"Like what?"
"Like nothing happened."
That made you stop. For a split second.
But you continued: "And did it happen?"
He let out a low laugh.
"You know it did."
You tried to ignore it. You went back to work, focusing on the mirror in front of you, not on him.
"Do you always pretend you forgot?" he continued, more quietly.
"I work here," you replied simply.
"And so do I."
You almost rolled your eyes.
"Then act like it." Now he laughed for real, quietly, but provocatively.
"You weren't saying that last time." A somewhat heavy silence followed, lasting only a few seconds. You maintained a neutral expression, but the brush paused for a split second.
He noticed. Of course he noticed.
“Relax,” he murmured, tilting his face slightly toward you. “I know how to separate things.”
You finally looked at him.
“Great. Then start now.”
He held your gaze. Without flinching.
“You should try it too.”
Before you could start, someone from the team quickly appeared behind you.
“Hey, we need to head out with the rest of the team, another location real quick,” he said, already a bit hurried. “We’ll let you know if anything happens, but it should take a while.”
“Okay.” You nodded.
“Are you staying here?” he asked, just to confirm.
“Yes, I am.”
He looked at Baekhyun.
“Baekhyun, we’ll be right back, okay?”
“Uh-huh.”
In a few minutes, the noise faded. People leaving, voices fading away, doors opening and closing.
Until it became… too quiet.
You adjusted some things on the counter, organizing the products more out of habit than necessity. Feeling his presence there. With no one around now.
Baekhyun stood up from his chair, the movement quick enough to catch you off guard. His hand wrapped around your arm, pulling you slightly toward him.It wasn't abrupt, but it was firm. And you knew that even if you tried to resist… it wouldn't do much good.
He was taller than you and stronger. And, worse, you didn't really want to let go.
You ended up letting go. Letting him lead.
The space between you disappeared too quickly, your body touching his as he guided you a few steps back, until you felt the counter against your back.
"You disappear," he murmured softly, his face close enough for you to feel his breath. "Pretend nothing happened… smarty pants."
You opened your mouth to reply: "I know, but—"
You hadn't even finished and he kissed you. Without warning.
The words died there, trapped between your lips. The impact made you let out a small sound against his mouth, surprised, but you didn't pull away. On the contrary. Your hand went up almost automatically, gripping his shirt.
"Baek— I—"
Another kiss. Slower and firmer this time. As if he had no intention of letting you finish any sentence.
"You talk too much," he murmured against your lips, almost smiling.
"You—" Again, another breathtaking kiss.
Confusing any attempt at reasoning. And when you realized it, you were no longer in the same place.
His hand slid down your waist, pulling you easily, guiding you through the space without really giving you time to think. Your steps followed his almost automatically, stumbling slightly along the way as he opened the bathroom door without even looking.
The door closed behind you with a dry sound. He sat you down on a counter, making sure your hips were perfectly aligned.
You watched his outfit come off completely, leaving him totally naked in front of you. "Did you like it? I'm wearing a new bra and panties. You haven't seen these yet..."
Baekhyun reached out and ripped off my panties completely before shoving them into my mouth."We don't want anyone to hear your screams, do we?" he said quietly.
You shook your head negatively because you couldn't speak anymore. He reached behind you and unbuttoned your bra because he knew you didn't like it when he ripped those pieces (especially after you said they were new). Throwing the bra on the floor, he grabbed your hips and pulled you until you almost fell off the counter, before pressing you completely against his hips again.
You moaned when you felt his penis rubbing against your vagina, but the sound was muffled because of your panties in your mouth. With one hand on your hip, he moves the other to your nipples and begins to play with them, rolling them between his fingers and pinching them.
He tilts his head and begins to kiss and suck on your neck. When he sucks on a sensitive spot, you cry out and he gives a light nibble to the spot before resuming licking.
You press your hips against his, thirsting for it. He starts kissing you from head to toe, pausing to lick and suck your breasts briefly before continuing down. He kneels and places his arm under your thighs, spreading them apart, and puts his hands on your buttocks, preventing you from falling off the counter.
You are completely exposed to him in this position. He tilts his head and licks from my entrance to your clitoris. You scream and he repeats the licking before just licking your clitoris.
You feel him sucking your clitoris hard and realize you're close to coming.
You even try to warn him, but the only sound that comes out are muffled words.
He moves away from your clitoris and starts thrusting his tongue inside me. I have one hand behind my back, supporting myself, and the other gripping his hair.
You end up pressing your hips against his face so close as he sucks your clitoris. You come with a scream and grab his hair so hard I'm sure I'm going to rip it out. When you go down, he stands up again and presses his hips against yours.
His hands move so that he holds your waist and gives you time to recover before holding his penis at the base and sliding it up and down in your vagina. Both hands are behind you now, keeping you upright.
He looks at you wanting to make sure I'm okay. You nod and he penetrates you with one thrust. Without wasting time, he pulls back and penetrates again. You moan, and it would have been extremely loud if your panties weren't in your mouth.
The groans echo through the room as he thrusts into you forcefully and quickly.
He tilts his hips up slightly, which causes him to hit your G-spot repeatedly. You throw your head back and close your eyes, moaning and feeling that you're already close to orgasm.
"Eyes open and on me," he orders.
Immediately you do as he commands and look at him. He raises one hand and grabs the back of your neck. You lift yours and wrap them around his neck, with one of them in your hair.
The only reason you're not falling or about to fall off this counter is Baekhyun. He leans in and starts licking and kissing my neck while continuing to penetrate you.
When he finds that spot on your neck again, you scream with pleasure.
You feel your body contract around him. He groans as you climax and penetrates a few more times before ejaculating inside you.
You stay like that for a while, breathing heavily, before he pulls out of you.
I felt his semen run down your thighs and groaned. He reached out and pulled my panties out of my mouth, which I now realize didn't make a difference, because he made more noise than I did.
Baekhyun was the first to really pull away, but not too far. Just enough to look at you properly, as if checking something out.
Or maybe just… wanting one more second.
His hand went up again, adjusting your hair with a care that contrasted sharply with everything that had just happened.
“Are you okay?” he murmured, quieter now.
You let out a light laugh, still breathless.
“I’m fine.”
He nodded, as if that were enough.
For a moment, neither of you said anything. You just stood there, close, as if time had slowed down a little before returning to normal.
Until— … a distant voice echoed from outside. Calling, and it sounded like people coming back. You looked at the door automatically, and he followed.
“They’re back,” you said, almost on alert.
Baekhyun let out a short sigh, running his hand through his hair, as if he were slowly coming back to himself.
“Of course they’re back,” he murmured.
Baekhyun carefully helped you down from the counter, adjusting your clothes, trying to ignore how everything still seemed… too recent. The mirror in front of you didn't help—your hair slightly messy, your expression different.
He noticed.
He moved closer again, but now without haste, picking up one of his brushes and adjusting a tiny detail on your face, as if he were just… finishing something you started.
“Now that’s better,” he said, analyzing for a second.
You raised an eyebrow.
“Perfectionist.”
“Professional,” he corrected, with a slight smile.
The tension hadn’t disappeared. It had only shifted.
You picked up your makeup case, taking a deep breath before heading for the door. You paused for a second, your hand on the doorknob.
And then she looked at him over her shoulder. But as you took your first step outside, you felt him approach just enough to speak softly, close to your ear: "You're going to call me again."
It wasn't a question, and you didn't answer. But you didn't deny it either.
ᥫ᭡ content: 18+, fingerfucking, dom!baekhyun, baekhyun x f!reader, multiple orgasms, established relationship, oral (f!receiving), p w p, praise kink
ᥫ᭡ words: 1.1k
ᥫ᭡ summary: unpacking boxes in the attic of your new house should’ve been simple… but the heat, the tension, and baekhyun’s attention turn it into something much harder to ignore.
ᥫ᭡ a/n: this is my first post here!! i’m super open to tips, requests… it might take me a bit to get used to posting on here since i write everything on my computer lmao, but i’ve sooo many ideas saved! that’s it for now, hope u guys like it!!
“I didn’t think there were this many boxes!” Baekhyun let out a low laugh, resting his hand against the wall as he made his way down the last step. The switch clicked sharply, and a dim light revealed the space. The attic was bigger than they expected. It smelled like old wood, with a few empty shelves and dust gathered in the corners.
“It’s kinda cute,” he commented, glancing around.
You stepped in right behind him, your light footsteps contrasting with the silence of the place. The soft fabric of your dress brushed against your legs with every movement, the delicate floral pattern completely out of place in such a rustic setting.
“Cute?” you raised an eyebrow.
“I mean… it has potential.” He shrugged.
You crossed your arms, taking a better look around.
The air felt warmer than it should, heavy. No open windows, no breeze. Just the constant effort of going up and down, dragging boxes from one side to the other.
“Okay… break,” you murmured, setting a box down on the floor with a bit more force than necessary.
Baekhyun laughed, running a hand over the back of his neck. You brought your hand up to your face, brushing away a few strands of hair stuck to your skin from the humidity. The light fabric of your dress wasn’t helping much anymore, clinging slightly to your body, outlining the slow rise of heat.
He watched you for a second longer than he should have.
You let yourself drop to the floor without much ceremony, resting your hands behind you as you bent your knees, trying to catch your breath. The light fabric of your dress rode up naturally with the movement, the floral material sliding along your thighs as if you didn’t even notice.
Baekhyun ran a hand over the back of his neck, clearly trying to hold onto control that didn’t seem so steady anymore.
“You should be more careful,” he said, though it didn’t really sound like a warning.
His gaze dropped again, this time without any hurry and when it returned to you, the decision was already there, clear in the way he stepped closer.
“We’re not gonna finish unpacking this attic anytime soon,” his voice came out lower now, almost like a warning on the verge of slipping away completely.
Before you even had time to blink, Baekhyun moved in, gently tugging at your hair as he guided you down onto the attic floor, his other hand slipping behind your head to cushion the impact.
His hand gripped your waist firmly, and his kisses turned slower, more deliberate — trailing from the edge of your ear down to your neck.
“I need to—”
You didn’t get to finish.
Baekhyun lifted your dress in one smooth motion, not saying another word — because by then, he already knew exactly what he wanted.
His hands moved to your thighs, warm and firm as he massaged and squeezed them, his long fingers pressing into your skin, grounding you in place.
“I’m gonna make you relax,” he murmured, breath uneven, voice low.
Without hesitation, he spread your legs, guiding you open — and the moment his fingers found you, a sharp breath left your lips. His touch was immediate, deliberate, paired with light, teasing pressure that made your body react before your mind could catch up.
He looked beautiful between your thighs.
Baekhyun’s long fingers moved with practiced ease, drawing out reactions you couldn’t control. The pleasure came fast, overwhelming, and it only made it worse — or better — knowing you didn’t have to hold anything back.
There was no one else.
Just the two of you, alone in the attic of your new house.
“You’re already so wet,” he said, voice thick, almost amused.
Your hips reacted instinctively, a small movement you couldn’t stop — and he noticed immediately. The look he gave you shifted, something more challenging, more intent, as his grip tightened slightly. Every time you moved, he adjusted, keeping you right where he wanted you.
His breathing grew heavier, lips brushing against your skin between words.
“I’m not stopping…” he murmured against you, voice barely steady, “until you fall apart for me.”
Your breath caught for a second at that.
Heat rushed through your entire body, sharp and sudden. Your fingers tightened around the fabric of your dress near your chest, pulling it closer without thinking, trying to steady yourself — but it was useless with him this close, with his touch refusing to slow down.
And then he pressed deeper, more precise — finding that exact spot that made your entire body react instantly.
A louder sound slipped from your lips, impossible to hold back this time.
Your body tensed, then melted, clinging to him — to his shoulders, to the fabric, to anything — trying to keep up with the overwhelming wave building inside you.
“Baek—nngh…” you whispered against his ear, your voice breaking halfway through his name.
His hands held you tighter, more firmly now, and you felt your heart race even faster, trapped in a moment that seemed like it would never end.
It was too much — overwhelming. You couldn’t take it. You kept repeating his name like a mantra, eyes rolling back as you bit down on your lip, completely lost in the feeling. When he guided your hand and made you taste the mess left on his fingers, something in him shifted — like it only fueled him further.
“Again…” you pleaded, your voice barely steady, asking for more.
His hands moved over your body, exploring, squeezing and massaging your chest, giving equal attention to both as you gasped under his touch.
"Are you sure?" Baek asked, and you nodded in agreement. He aimed for your G-spot, pinching your nipples to make sure you were feeling pleasure.
Baek chuckled softly at your twisted words. Still with that provocative little laugh, he lowered himself once more, diving in to lick your clitoris and thrusting with great desire, making your feet twitch.
He was between your legs, so close that his breath made your skin crawl. The loose hem of your dress, made of light and soft fabric, fell around him, covering your head like a small refuge. The heat in your stomach became unbearable, and every time he noticed, he paused for a moment and looked at you, intentionally.
Finally, with your second orgasm, he licked you clean, all you could do was squeeze your arms tightly, causing your feet to contract. You were a little confused, trying to focus on him afterward, but ignoring how your muscles felt after that impact. “Wow…”
You turned your face toward him, a tired smile slowly appearing. “Wow, really.” For a few seconds, neither of you moved. You just stood there, feeling your own bodies slow down, the heat still present, but no longer suffocating as before.
Baekhyun looked at you again—this time with something much softer in his gaze. He reached out, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, the touch now calm, almost too careful for everything that had just happened.
“Are you okay?” he murmured. You nodded, still a little lost in the sensation. “I am..” He gave a small, satisfied smile, and then let his body fall to the floor beside you, letting out a long sigh.
Silence returned for a moment. Until he turned his head, looking directly at the stacked boxes around him.
“This can wait.”
You chuckled softly, turning your face to look at him: “Definitely.” Baekhyun let out another laugh, this time lighter, and closed his eyes for a moment, still lying on the attic floor. The new house could wait
I really enjoy your writing style,and I'm so in love of Kyungsoo's story,omg I love him,and really grateful for Jongdae content.
But I just want to suggest an angsty/a fluffy request: how the exo's react to reader having a really hard time with their job and how they advice her,comfort her and pampered her?
Thank youuu,and i hope it helps someone out there ✨
hii, thank you so, so much, love !! this is so cute, i'd love to take it. and i'm so sorry for making you wait, but i hope it's worth it and it helps you too <3
you light up my heart ── .✦ exo
♡ˎˊ˗ content: sfw, established relationship, angst, fluff, exo!bias x reader
♡ˎˊ˗ a/note: even though it took me so long, i really appreciate this request so much. as the anonie said, hope it helps someone out there <3
˗ˏˋ junmyeon
if your sadness stems from a feeling of professional failure, something that makes you feel that your hard work isn’t being recognized, junmyeon listens first, nodding slowly, absorbing every detail. he won’t immediately offer a solution, but a warm and long hug, letting you notice he’s with you no matter what happens.
junmyeon won’t ask anything immediately either. if he sees your tears, he’ll let you calm, then say: “look at me, princess.” waiting until you meet his eyes, he continues: “you did great, okay? don’t let anyone tell you the opposite. the fact that they couldn’t handle it’s a reflection of their poor strategy, not your worth.” junmyeon is mad at anyone who makes you feel that way, but his advice is strategic, detailing where the process failed outside of your control.
junmyeon pulls you up and guides you straight to the most comfortable spot—the couch or the bed—and immediately begins to eliminate the source of the stress: your phone, laptop, everything. “consider this your temporary resignation,” junmyeon states, his voice leaving no room for argument. “whatever it is, we will solve it, but not tonight. tonight, you exist only to be spoiled.”
junmyeon draws a deep, restorative bath and changes you into your softest pajamas, all while maintaining constant, reassuring physical contact and much praise. then, junmyeon personally prepares or orders a simple, yet comforting meal, and something sweet. he feeds you small bites, making sure you eat.
you want to watch your favorite movie? sure, junmyeon won’t let you alone. he ensures the bedroom is comfortable. he lays you down and pulls you tightly around his arms, placing kisses on your forehead. junmyeon doesn’t sleep until he’s certain you are fully at rest.
˗ˏˋ minseok
if your distress is born from overwork and exhaustion, likely due to an unrelenting schedule or taking on too much responsibility, leaving you feeling physically and mentally drained, minseok offers comfort through dependable presence and subtle acts of service, prioritizing physical stability over grand gestures.
minseok doesn’t need many words. he simply pulls you close, wrapping you tightly in his arms, letting your despair wash over him without comment. he strokes your back with a firm, comforting rhythm. when minseok speaks, his voice is low and utterly steady. “you’re running on empty. it stops now.” his advice is centered on physical health and boundaries: “we’re calling in sick tomorrow, okay? you need to rest.” minseok helps you write out a concise, professional email, reinforcing that he will always put your well-being first.
his method of pampering is focused on a full physical reset. he’s not the best at cooking, but he tries to make your favorite simple meal—a homemade stew or pasta—served on the couch with a cozy blanket and a warm tea. minseok will listen to you if you want to keep talking about it, but if you prefer to watch something on tv, he’ll stay right there.
most importantly, minseok gives you a long, expert full-body massage, working the tension out of your shoulders, neck, and scalp with practiced hands. then, minseok gets you into bed early, enforces a digital detox (phone on silent, face down), and simply holds you until you drift into a deep sleep.
˗ˏˋ yixing
if you’re heartbroken over a betrayal of trust or a sudden, unexpected change in direction at work or college that invalidates your efforts, something that makes you feel vulnerable, lost, and emotionally raw, yixing will meet your distress with profound empathy, viewing your pain as something he must feel and heal with his hands and heart.
yixing is the most physically expressive in his comfort. he pulls you onto his lap, his arms wrapping around you securely, his head resting against yours. yixing doesn’t offer quick fixes; he offers deep, active listening. “let me hold your heart for a moment,” he whispers, his voice soft and melodic.
yixing’s advice is gentle and self-reflective: he encourages you to re-center your focus on what you value, not what your routine demands, guiding you back to your core self.
he uses sensory healing and calm. yixing lights soothing incense or diffuses calming essential oils. he prepares a special warm tea—perhaps ginger, honey, or something you love—and leads you through a simple, guided stretching or breathing exercise to release emotional stress from your body.
yixing’s ultimate pampering is a slow, full-body massage focused entirely on comfort and touch, turning his intense devotion into physical healing until your mind is quiet and your body is relaxed.
˗ˏˋ baekhyun
if your sadness is due to a creative block or a personal conflict with someone you trust, or your routine is draining your enthusiasm and making you doubt your own talents or abilities, baekhyun tackles your sadness with overwhelming affection and a determination to inject joy back into your life immediately. he’s a truly happy virus, but don’t get me wrong, he takes it seriously.
baekhyun is immediately empathetic. “no! they’re so wrong! and... of course, they’re dumb too!” he uses humor to break the tension, doing everything to manage a small smile on your face.
his advice is to reclaim your talent and energy: “let’s remind ourselves how talented you are,” he says with enthusiasm. baekhyun encourages you to immediately drop the issue and focus on a hobby you love or an unrelated creative project you can work on together, using distraction as therapy. baekhyun reminds you that your worth is subjective and determined by you, not a toxic environment.
baekhyun won’t give up until you feel better. he orders a ridiculous amount of junk food—your favorite guilty pleasures, served with soda, champagne, hot chocolate, or whatever you want, because yes, he orders everything you can imagine. baekhyun insists on an impromptu karaoke or dance party in the living room, even if it’s just the two of you, forcing you to move and release pent-up energy.
but baekhyun also drowns you in constant, unapologetic affection: forehead kisses, neck nuzzling, and relentless hand-holding, reminding you that outside of that stupid routine, you are loved, adored, and perfectly talented.
˗ˏˋ jongdae
if you are hurt by nasty gossip or a direct verbal attack from someone you know, feeling upset that the words got to you, making you admit you doubt your own professionalism, jongdae will meet your distress with confident empathy and focused verbal reassurance.
no matter what, jongdae immediately takes your side, radiating confident support. he sits close, not allowing you to pull away, and uses his thumb to gently wipe away your tears. “don’t you dare let their mediocre little words stick to you,” he scolds gently. “you are valuable.”
his advice is psychological warfare: jongdae tells you exactly how to respond (or not respond) to disarm the person. more importantly, jongdae gives you an endless stream of detailed, specific compliments, listing all the reasons why you are talented, professional, and loved, until his words completely drown out the critic’s voice.
jongdae takes you out, insisting on a low-key but intimate date at a cozy dessert café or jazz bar, focusing on changing the scene and your mood. jongdae spoils you with the sweetest, most decadent treats and orders your favorite sparkling drink.
jongdae spends the entire drive home telling you a completely silly, rambling story about one of his own mistakes at work, using vulnerability to make you laugh and realize that everyone messes up sometimes, but that you are his favorite distraction.
˗ˏˋ chanyeol
if your sadness comes from feeling creatively stifled or misunderstood, and you confess you feel like your ideas are “too big” or “too silly” for a project, leading you to feel muted and small, chanyeol helps with warmth and affection, prioritizing immediate mood elevation.
he reacts with instant, booming denial. chanyeol doesn’t just hug you; he swings you up into the air, eliciting a surprised gasp that breaks the flow of tears. “too big? too silly? that’s the best part! they’re just boring, not wrong!” his advice is to reclaim your volume and joy: “we’re going to put that job on mute. you need fun, and you need me to remind you how amazing your huge ideas are.”
chanyeol immediately plans a chaotic but comfortable night. he sets up every single ambient light, humidifier, and piece of audio equipment he owns, creating an over-the-top, multi-sensory environment. he orders the most ridiculous giant, customizable pizza (with all your favorite toppings and maybe a few silly ones).
chanyeol sits you down with his guitar and gently encourages you to turn your frustrating feelings into a funny, exaggerated song, laughing with you until your face hurts. he ends the night by wrapping his long arms and legs completely around you, holding you tight and using his body heat to chase away the coldness of your day.
˗ˏˋ kyungsoo
if you are angry and heartbroken over a clear injustice or betrayal, confessing you want to scream but feel frozen, kyungsoo spoils you by offering focused, deliberate solutions and the ultimate security of his protective presence.
kyungsoo moves with decisive calm. he doesn’t hug you right away; he brings you a glass of water and sits you down. “it’s ok. you can cry,” he said softly. “get it out. then we talk.” once you are calmer, kyungsoo is your cold, logical advocate. his advice is to fight back, but smartly. he helps you draft a concise, sharp email or resignation letter that perfectly targets the injustice, giving you the power to act. “you will not tolerate disrespect. we handle this. i’m here with you.”
kyungsoo takes total control of the environment to restore order. he orders your favorite, precisely made dessert—a perfect cheesecake or tiramisu—and makes you watch a comforting, familiar movie that requires little thought.
his most romantic act is the quiet, immense stability he provides: kyungsoo tucks you under a heavy blanket, lays your head on his chest, and remains utterly still for hours, his presence a heavy, unwavering shield against the chaotic outside world.
˗ˏˋ jongin
if you confess you feel useless and unworthy, letting out a frustrated cry that you’re just not good enough, jongin’s spoiling is raw, and focused on using desire to aggressively remind you of your power and worth. his entire being is dedicated to eliminating the source of your pain through absolute, physical validation.
his immediate reaction is fierce rejection of your self-doubt. jongin pulls you up sharply, gripping your face gently but firmly, forcing you to look at him. his voice is deep, rough, and uncompromising: “never say that again. you’re spectacular. they are idiots, and i’ll not let you insult the person i love.” his advice is an ultimatum: “from this moment until tomorrow, you exist only for me to remind you of your power.”
jongin doesn’t bother with subtle gestures. he pours you a drink and then immediately carries you to the bedroom. his spoiling is an extended, physically intense act of reclaiming your body and confidence. he just strips away your clothes and the stress they represent, replacing them with his own soft, oversized t-shirt.
jongin’s worship is a deliberate, methodical process of praise. every kiss is deep, every touch is possessive, and the entire night is spent proving, without a single wasted word, that you’re the most desired, worthy, and powerful person in his world.
˗ˏˋ sehun
if you feel exposed and scared by the instability of your routine, admitting that you just want a safe place to hide, sehun spoils you by offering absolute, unquestioning security isolation.
sehun immediately pulls you into his lap, trapping you against his chest. “you don’t need that place. you can stay here with me. you are not leaving this apartment for three days.” his advice is absolute security: he opens his phone and immediately shows you a place to escape. “shall we go there? baby, let’s forget your routine, i’ll forget mine. it’s irrelevant now.”
sehun transforms the apartment into a sanctuary of controlled laziness. he buys ridiculous amounts of high-end snacks and sodas. he puts on an endless marathon of low-commitment tv shows, and his primary mode of pampering is constant, physical claim.
he keeps one arm firmly locked around your waist or shoulder all night long, even when walking, eating, or sleeping. sehun doesn’t let a minute pass without some contact, using the weight of his body as a physical guarantee of your safety. when you finally drift to sleep, he shifts slightly only to press your back more securely against his chest, tucking your hair back to whisper low, soft affirmations directly into your ear, ensuring you know you’re safe, permanently off-limits to the outside world.
✧˚ ⋆｡˚ #madeinmyeon masterlist | for request !! Ი︵𐑼
hi, just an anon friendly request for an exo reacting (or headcanon) when the reader wanted to have public seggs and started teasing 😽
hi sweetheart !! oh my god... okay, let's do it as you said, anonie <3
watch me take my time ── .✦ exo
♡ˎˊ˗ content: +18 content, mdni, smut, non-idol au, established relationship, public teasing, exo!bias x f!reader
♡ˎˊ˗ a/note: gotta be honest, i really enjoy doing this one, hehe. hope you like it too !!
˗ˏˋ junmyeon
in a restaurant, with friends or more people on the table, junmyeon's control is absolute, until you deliberately shatter it.
the exact moment your hand finds his leg under the table, moving with agonizing slowness to graze his thigh and accidentally press against his crotch, junmyeon freezes. his breath catches, forcing him to swallow hard, the polite smile fixed on his face like a fragile mask. junmyeon tries, he really tries, reaching for your hand to move it gently—a silent plea for restraint.
but the instant you settle your hand back in the same forbidden place, junmyeon is irretrievably lost. the panic that hits him is sharp and physical. he excuses himself abruptly, throws down payment, and seizes your hand, practically dragging you out. once alone in the car, the gentleman vanishes.
"now it's my time to play nasty." junmyeon's smirk holds zero trace of a joke. he turns that public panic into pure, possessive intensity, driving fast to a dark spot to fuck you until you can barely whisper his name.
in a museum, public closeness is a battlefield for junmyeon.
you lean into him, faking a shiver just so he'll instinctively wrap his body and expensive coat around you. but the casual hug turns lethal when you mischievously press your hips back, subtly grinding your butt against him.
junmyeon notices your intention instantly. his head dips, and he delivers a soft, possessive bite to your ear, whispering: "careful, baby." junmyeon is fighting a brutal urge to claim you right against the ancient stone.
he's thankful for the long fabric of his coat to hide his growing cock. junmyeon wouldn't let you think you'd won this round. he pulls you flush against his chest as you walk. junmyeon stare straight ahead at the ancient masterpiece, trying to enjoy the visit, but know this: junmyeon won't forget the tease. his mind is already seven steps ahead, planning, detailing the hour, the place, and the exact position for his revenge for later.
˗ˏˋ minseok
minseok doesn't play the victim in public; he establishes dominance immediately.
amidst the chaos of a crowded dinner, your attempt at a subtle game is intercepted instantly. the moment you make your move, minseok doesn't panic—he fixes you with a stare, one eyebrow raised, a clear, silent, non-negotiable warning. when you ignore it, minseok acts.
beneath the table, his hand shoots out, capturing yours and driving your own fingers hard into your thigh. it's a sharp, punishing press—a raw piece of anticipation meant only for you. minseok uses your own body against you, giving you a physical teaser of the dominance he'll unleash later. minseok continues the conversation with a polite smile, but the message through your hand is clear: the game is now his.
at the theater, his nonchalance is a brittle shield that quickly shatters.
alone in the dim, private theater, minseok attempts to focus on the screen, feigning cool indifference. this lasts only minutes. in his mind, the film is irrelevant; he is already mentally stripping you naked.
the pretense finally collapses the moment your fingers reach the sensitive hem of his pants. minseok loses it. he snatches his attention from the screen, meeting your playful gaze with a demanding, hard intensity.
there is no conversation, only a command: "we're leaving." minseok pulls you to your feet. he's absolutely going to make you pay for every single bit of that public and private teasing with a relentless, thoroughness that only a locked door can contain.
the silence of a library, only makes minseok's reaction entirely internal and psychological.
minseok doesn't dare make a sound; the quiet is a brutal constraint. he instantly captures your offending hand with fierce precision, but instead of pulling it out of sight, minseok presses it flat against the spine of the book he's pretending to read.
minseok's expression is completely devoid of panic or amusement—it's a silent, controlled warning. you can feel the frantic pulse in his wrist against your fingers. he'll sit there, forcing you to endure the tension, letting you know that the debt you just incurred in this silent space will be collected the minute you're out the door.
˗ˏˋ yixing
yixing turns your public game into his own sophisticated display of possession.
the instant your hand makes contact with his thigh at the dinner table, the entire room vanishes for yixing. he doesn't panic; he simply maintains his gentle, professional smile for everyone else while his entire world narrows down to you. yixing's eyes lock onto yours with an almost unsettling depth, delivering a silent, clear message: "i see you, and i like this very much."
with disarming grace, yixing captures your hand. instead of hiding your trespass, he brings your knuckles to his lips and presses a slow, deep kiss—a public declaration so artful and gentlemanly that everyone assumes it's sweet affection. only you feel the sheer heat and proprietary claim behind the gesture.
a warm, resonant whisper reaches only your ear: "wanna leave?" seeing your nod, yixing smoothly ends the night: "i suddenly feel a wave of inspiration. we should go back to the studio."
later, yixing's passion is reserved, intense, and utterly consuming.
once the door to the studio is shut and the two of you are finally alone, the soft, gentle affection yixing showed in public breaks. the air in his creative sanctuary becomes thick with urgency. the control remains, a deep desire to give you pleasure—right there, in the quiet focus of his art.
in a packed elevator, yixing maintains a serene, unreadable expression for the crowd.
when your hand strays, he traps it instantly. yixing doesn't speak. instead, he shifts just slightly, letting you feel the new, immediate hardness of his erection pressing against your body.
yixing maintains firm eye contact, his gentle public smile never faltering, while the pressure of his body delivers the explicit, overwhelming message: you are mine, and i'm yours.
˗ˏˋ baekhyun
baekhyun doesn't care about the location; he sees your boldness as an immediate, fun challenge.
you initiate the game, and he's instantly amused—your audacity is his favorite thing. when your hand slides up his thigh, baekhyun won't pull away; he'll lean closer, his breath a playful gasp against your ear. he slightly shifts in his seat, a subtle movement to hide your hand from view, because he loves secrets.
baekhyun turns the tables with instant, wicked retaliation. he traps your hand under his own, giving it a deep, suggestive squeeze that makes your heart pound. his eyes, however, are fixed anywhere but on you—on the ceiling, the waiter, or the menu he's pretending to read.
"my baby wants some fun?" baekhyun whispers, a breathy challenge, before flashing the most innocent, blinding smile at a passing stranger. baekhyun draws out the public tension until you're both desperately breathless, then he drags you home and eats you alive for daring to be so demanding.
in the park, on the other hand, baekhyun is a master of the double game, especially when an audience is around.
even if you're alone in a wide-open park, baekhyun loves to tease you back, using your frustration as fuel. he will use his body to block a public view while his hand does something utterly indecent to you. but the very second you try to accuse him, his face snaps to total, wide-eyed innocence.
baekhyun bats his lashes, feigning confusion—who, me? i was just enjoying the sunshine. he'll never admit to the intentional provocation, forcing you to carry the secret knowledge of his mischief.
honestly speaking, baekhyun is the only one who really wants to try something risky, like smacking your ass or giving you an intense, messy kiss. but he won't let someone else see you naked, that's for his eyes only.
˗ˏˋ jongdae
jongdae treats your public daring not as a risk, but as the opening move in a hilarious, high-stakes game.
when your accidental, dangerous touch finds him under the table, his first reaction is a soft, deep laugh. jongdae knows you too well—he knows it wasn't an accident, and he loves your boldness. if you want to play nasty, he's instantly in. jongdae finds your audacity incredibly attractive and is one to openly display his pleasure.
jongdae won't break eye contact. he'll maintain a full, mischievous grin while leaning close to deliver quick, husky words that are just loud enough to make you blush but too fleeting for anyone else to catch. jongdae challenges you with that grin: "oh really? is that all you've got?"
jongdae won't stop you; he'll simply escalate the stakes, focusing his energy entirely on driving your need until you're the one begging to be taken home. every successful tease you gave him in public is repaid in private.
the second the door closes behind you, the laughter stops. jongdae will make you pay for every single smile you forced him to suppress and every laugh you elicited. jongdae turns that playful confidence into a challenge by driving you absolutely insane with pleasure.
in a packed elevator, jongdae loves the risk.
jongdae leans in, his face close enough for his warm breath to ghost your ear, and he doesn't whisper a warning—he whispers a dare. "we're stuck here, and you want to start a fire?"
jongdae's hand snakes down, wrapping around your wrist, and instead of stopping you, he carefully guides your hand further up his thigh, daring you to commit to the public trespass. his eyes are bright with mischief and challenge, turning the silence into a battlefield of wills.
˗ˏˋ chanyeol
your boldness unleashes chanyeol's entire, loud, delighted self, regardless of the setting.
your unexpected touch instantly thrills chanyeol. his reaction is anything but subtle—a sharp gasp, a startled jerk, and then his booming, nervous laugh escapes, drawing exactly the kind of attention you were trying to avoid.
chanyeol is the most likely to spectacularly mess up your secret; in his chaotic delight, he might accidentally knock over a glass of water, or his knee might jolt the entire table. your teasing becomes a funny, utterly chaotic adventure.
chanyeol uses his imposing height to his advantage, leaning down and burying his face in your shoulder, his breath a warm, frantic puff against your ear. "oh my god, stop! are you serious?" chanyeol whispers in a high, breathless voice. but his large hand instantly finds yours beneath the table, squeezing it tightly, his eyes sparkling with pure, unadulterated, chaotic adoration.
chanyeol won't leave immediately; he'll try—and fail—to distract himself, nervously drumming his fingers on the table, barely containing his overflowing energy.
in private, all his pent-up, clumsy excitement explodes into pure, joyful intimacy. the moment you finally get him behind closed doors, all that public, pent-up energy, all his clumsy excitement, releases in a burst of overwhelming affection. sex is filled with giddy laughter, his large hands fumbling playfully, his adoration taking over completely.
in a packed elevator, chanyeol lets out an uncontrolled gasp, forcing himself to duck his head quickly to hide his face in your hair. he attempts to suppress his trademark booming laugh, which turns into an embarrassing, breathless snort that everyone can hear.
chanyeol's large hand finds your hip, and he doesn't squeeze it aggressively—he just holds on tight, trembling with suppressed excitement. chanyeol's only audible word is a strangled, pleading: "soon."
˗ˏˋ kyungsoo
kyungsoo's reaction is the most terrifying and the most exhilarating because he lets absolutely nothing show.
at your very first touch beneath the table, his face goes completely stone-cold. kyungsoo's discipline is incredible, but your defiance shatters it, and he hates being reminded of his weakness for you. you won't get a gasp or a twitch of panic—only one brief, incisive glance. his eyes are a black hole of intense, singular focus: utterly possessive, entirely commanding, and promising a severe, drawn-out punishment.
kyungsoo calmly reaches out, takes your hand, and gently but firmly moves it from its forbidden spot, placing it cleanly back on the table. he resumes the public conversation without missing a beat, making the tension agonizingly silent. from moment to moment, kyungsoo will deliver those piercing warning stares, proving his control while reminding you that your reckoning is simply postponed.
kyungsoo is the only one who might make you wait even after you're behind closed doors. he might walk past you, change his clothes, or even sit down to watch something mundane, all to show you that he is in control.
the ultimate pleasure for kyungsoo is not the immediate release, but the proving of his dominance and your inevitable submission after such a brazen public act. when kyungsoo finally does take you, it will be focused, severe, and thorough.
in a crowded space, kyungsoo doesn't move either. he allows the crowd's movement to press your bodies closer, but he's the unmoving anchor.
kyungsoo won't whisper or speak. instead, his hand will drop to your hip, fingers digging in with a sharp, immediate pressure that is both a threat and a claim. kyungsoo leans his head in just enough so that you can feel the heat of his breath near your ear, but he remains silent.
kyungsoo's incisive glance finds yours, and the message is chillingly clear: i know what you're doing, and you'll pay for making me want you here.
his silence is the punishment. kyungsoo will hold you in that intense, static position for agonizing moments, letting the crowd surge around your two locked bodies, until you are forced to break away, breathless and fully aware that, yes, he's the one in absolute control.
˗ˏˋ jongin
jongin is intensely sensory, meaning your touch instantly overrides his public composure.
the moment you start your move, a raw, undeniable jolt goes through jongin's entire body, instantly erasing the people and the noise of the table. your audacity registers immediately, sending a clear, desperate signal straight to his cock.
jongin cannot hide his reaction: his breath hitches audibly, and his eyes turn heavy-lidded and intensely dark as he locks onto you with pure, undiluted desire. his public charisma cracks right there.
jongin snatches his jacket, swiftly draping it over your lap or shoulders—not just as a shield for your hand, but to physically claim and hide your audacity from the room.
jongin leans in close, his voice deep and rough against your ear: "you are pushing me, darling. don't test me right now."
jongin won't wait. he ends the public interaction abruptly, pulling you out. on the way to the car, he'll press you hard against a wall in the first dark, isolated corridor you find, giving you a breathless, deep kiss as a fierce, rough down payment for the rest of the night.
jongin act the same way no matter where you are. he literally can't resist your touch and tease, but his inability to resist is immediately turned into a possessive challenge.
jongin won't let your boldness pass unpunished. he loves to play nasty—not out of anger, but out of a fierce, physical need to dominate the sensation you awakened and make you completely his.
˗ˏˋ sehun
sehun doesn't panic or laugh; he instantly gets territorial. he needs the world to understand that this side of you—this subtle disobedience—is strictly for him.
the moment your hand reaches for him across the table, sehun's reaction is nonverbal and lethal. he drops his fork with a deliberate clink, catches your wrist in an iron grip, and fixes you with a slow, unblinking stare that tells you everything. it’s a warning, and an inescapable declaration of intent, all wrapped up in one look
sehun uses his body as a shield. he casually adjusts his chair or leans over the table, making it physically impossible for anyone else to glimpse your subtle move.
the moment sehun can excuse you, he does—he practically carries you from the public space to the car. once he has you alone, sehun makes it brutally clear that your public disobedience has earned you a private, and much more intense, punishment. sehun will ensure you fully understand the difference between private desire and public display.
his possessiveness requires immediate isolation, even in broad daylight. if you start teasing him at the beach—a casual touch to his abs or a brush of your body—sehun reacts instantly.
sehun will pull a towel up and cover both of you completely, shielding your bodies, especially yours, from the public gaze. hidden beneath the fabric, sehun delivers a sharp, possessive bite to your shoulder or neck, warning you to stop. "be quiet". even if you comply, the incident won't pass.
later, sehun will have his fun, teasing you relentlessly to your breaking point, just to remind you who owns you.
✧˚ ⋆｡˚ #madeinmyeon masterlist | for request !! Ი︵𐑼
preferably: sehun suho or baekhyun but it doesn’t really matter
kinda angsty but happy ending.. maybe something like their relationship going public or company not approving
of course !! this request reminded me of those ancestral fics, lmao, i love it. so, since sehun is coming back next week, let's goooo !!
love comes back ── .✦ osh
♡ˎˊ˗ content: angst, mention of break up, sehun x f.idol!reader
♡ˎˊ˗ word count: 2,166 words
♡ˎˊ˗ a/note: i didn't expect this to get so long, but i promise i did my best trying to express the struggles and feelings between them, so i hope this meets your expectations, dear anonie <3 !! also... sehun is finally coming baaack, i can't believe we just have to wait a few more days to see him again. it really feels like ages !!
"Sehun... don't do this," you pleaded, the words barely a whisper. The phone felt heavy in your hand as a wave of helplessness washed over you, a tidal surge of emotions threatening to pull you under.
"Do you expect me to accept... this?" he choked out, his voice cracking, the clear sound of his pain. "I don't wanna break up with you..." he paused, "we will figure it out," he said, more to himself than to you. On the other end of the line, you heard him swallow hard, a raw.
"I'm sorry," you whispered, the two words an apology for everything you were about to do. With a shaking hand, you ended the call, the silence was deafening as tears finally fell.
The company had made it brutally clear: break up with him or the media would announce your relationship.
They had photos, proof of your secret dates. You had tried to be so careful, to protect what you had, but you had failed. Sehun had been attacked before; you knew how the malicious comments, the cruel words, could tear him apart. You couldn't let that happen again. This was the only way to save him, to shield him from the cruelty of the world.
That night, your phone became a constant reminder of the heart you had just broken. He called at least twenty times. Each ring was a stab to your chest, a fresh wave of grief. Then the texts started:
sehunie ♡: baby, please, pick up the phone.
sehunie ♡: let's talk
sehunie ♡: i promise everything is gonna be ok
sehunie ♡: just answer please
sehunie ♡: i love you, ok? no matter what happens
You held the phone to your chest, your heart breaking for the love you had to let go.
That night stretched on, a long, agonizing blur of sleeplessness. You knew tomorrow would be a new kind of difficult. Working at the same company meant you would see him, even when your heart screamed to be anywhere but there.
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
During a scheduled livestream, you used makeup to hide your exhaustion and forced a smile for the camera. The moment the live broadcast ended, you escaped to the hallway, overwhelmed by the pain you had been suppressing.
Sehun appeared and pulled you into a dark recording booth. He held you tightly, pleading, "Don't do this to us," his voice raw with pain.
You explained to him that the company had found out about your relationship. They had proof and had given you an ultimatum: break up or face public exposure.
You tearfully admitted, "I did it to protect you. I couldn't let them do that to you." Sehun's anger turned to love, and he kissed you gently, a silent reassurance that he wasn't going anywhere.
After the kiss, he told you, "You don't have to do this alone." He shocked you by saying, "Let them talk," and explained he would face the company and the media. You feared for his career, but he was firm, telling you, "I'll protect you. They'll have to go through me first."
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
Just hours later, a storm hit. The media published it. The news spread like wildfire, exploding across every social media platform. As one of the most popular idols in the agency, Sehun was the headline, but your name was the target.
You, who had only debuted two years ago, became the unwilling center of a maelstrom of hate. The comments were relentless. They tore you apart, dissecting your every move and past actions. You were called a liar, a manipulator, a fame-hungry opportunist. Every photo, every video, every live broadcast was now under a microscope, scrutinized by a million malicious eyes. The world seemed to have turned on you overnight, its anger directed at the perceived weakness of a new idol who had dared to fall in love.
You felt sick to your stomach, your hands trembling as you scrolled through the endless, vicious messages. They were more than just words; they were a collective judgment, a public shaming that made your skin crawl. You wanted to scream, to cry, to disappear.
Sehun knew the code to your apartment, he didn't even knock. His heart was a frantic drum against his ribs. He found you on the couch, a small lump tucked completely under a blanket. The apartment was dark and silent, and he knew instantly that you were pretending to be asleep, pretending you weren't there, pretending you hadn't been crying for hours. But he knew you too well.
Sehun crossed the room in a few strides and knelt by the couch. Without a word, he pulled the blankets away, and you flinched, your face tear-streaked and swollen. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest.
"I'm so sorry," Sehun whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to hold back his own tears, the guilt a heavy stone in his gut.
Sehun knew how the media worked, how they twisted words and created narratives out of thin air. He had insisted on facing them, promising to protect you, only to watch as you became the target of a vicious storm of hatred.
"I'm so sorry," he repeated, his voice breaking. "I should've known."
You tried to tell him it wasn't his fault, but the words were a thick, heavy lump in your throat. They wouldn't come. Instead, you moved slowly, deliberately, letting him pull you closer, letting yourself be folded into his embrace. You buried your face in his chest, inhaling his familiar scent.
He held you with an urgency that spoke of his own pain, his free hand stroking your hair in a soft, soothing rhythm. Each stroke was an apology, a silent promise to make it right. You could feel the tremor in his body, the same tremor you had felt in the recording booth, and you knew he was just as broken as you were.
Sehun's phone, lying abandoned on the coffee table, was a relentless beacon of the world you had shut out. The screen lit up with call after call, a frantic symphony of names: his manager, his members, the worried faces of staff. He glanced at it once, his jaw tightening, before reaching out and silencing it. He didn't want to hear the frantic scolding from his manager, the concerned voices of his friends, or the cold, calculated tones of the staff. All he wanted was to stay in this moment, in this silent room, holding you.
Sehun felt like he had failed you, and you felt like you had let him down. But in the fragile safety of that hug, none of it mattered. All that mattered was the steady beat of his heart against your cheek, a rhythm that slowly, finally, began to calm your own.
When you finally felt the sharp edge of the pain dull, you looked up at him. His eyes, raw and full of guilt, met yours. In them, you saw not just his own hurt but the reflection of everything he believed he had failed to protect you from. He was blaming himself for the world's cruelty, for the choices you were forced to make.
"What do we do now?" you asked, the question a quiet, shaky whisper. It wasn't a question just about the media, or the company, or the hateful comments. It was a question about your life, about your future, about how you could possibly pick up the pieces of a love that felt so broken.
He pulled you closer, kissing the top of your head, a quiet moment of sanctuary in the chaos.
"We fight," he said, his voice low and firm. "That's what we do. We fight this together." He took a deep breath, his hands coming up to cup your face, his thumbs gently wiping away the last of your tears. "We go to them and tell them that they either stand by us or lose us."
Your eyes widened. "Lose you?" you whispered, the thought of him leaving his group, his career, terrifying. "You're crazy..." you whispered, the words a hollow echo in the quiet room.
"Maybe," he admitted, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. He looked at you, his eyes serious and unwavering. "But I'm also serious," he paused, "I'm not going to let them control our lives. If they want to keep me, keep us, they'll have to deal with me, with us, as a couple. I won't let them make you feel like you have to hide anymore. I'm not going to let them scare you into breaking up with me. We'll face this together."
He wasn't going to back down. The fear you felt was a cold knot in your stomach, but as you looked at him, you saw a different kind of strength—a resolve you hadn't seen before. He was no longer the heartbroken boy who had called you twenty times, or the guilty man who had held you in his arms. He was a man with a plan, a man who would risk everything for you, for both of you.
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
The next morning, Sehun confronted the company's staff and manager. He stood firm against their accusations, telling them, "This is not just my life; it's ours. And I'm not going to let you control it anymore." He held your hand, declaring, "We will face this together. Either you stand by us, or you lose us."
After the confrontation, Sehun met with his group members, who asked if he was willing to risk everything. "I am," he replied. "I have to. She's more important to me than anything." His members, as always, offered their support.
Sehun's manager then announced that the company would sue the media outlets for violating privacy and that any malicious comments would be banned. Your manager agreed to do the same.
The company released a public statement supporting you both and promising legal action against anyone who spread hate. Despite this victory, you knew the damage was done. The vicious words still lingered, a constant reminder of the pain you had endured.
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
Days later, the world still felt fragile, but you were finally brave enough to look. You scrolled through your social media, a knot of anxiety tightening in your chest. The hateful comments were still there—demands for you to quit, to disappear, to leave Sehun alone. You felt a familiar wave of nausea, your thumb poised to close the app.
But then, you saw them. The comments that were different.
"We will always be here for you."
"Your happiness is what matters, not what they say."
"Don't listen to them. We support you both."
Your eyes welled up, but this time, it was from relief, a dam of held-back emotion finally breaking. A small, genuine smile touched your lips, the first you had worn in what felt like an eternity. Your thumb traced the smooth curve of the mug you were holding, a silent acknowledgment of the small act of kindness from strangers.
Just then, Sehun entered the kitchen. The light seemed to return to his eyes the moment he saw you smiling. He walked over to you, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. He glanced at your phone, and a smile of his own spread across his face as he saw what you were reading.
Sehun wrapped his arms around you and saw a comment, "Sehun, please kiss her for me." A low chuckle rumbled in his chest. "Baby," he said, his voice soft. "Your fans are demanding it." He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.
You chuckled, a sound that felt both foreign and wonderful after so long. "Was that you?" you teased.
"Maybe," he teased, taking the phone from your hand and placing it on the table beside your mug. With a playful grin, he cupped your chin, his gaze serious. "Let's do this properly," he murmured, and then he kissed you again.
This time, the kiss was deeper, filled with all the silent promises and shared relief that had been building between you for days, a silent vow that you would face the world together, no matter what it threw at you.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. You could feel his smile against your lips as he finally pulled away, his eyes sparkling with a familiar, playful mischief.
"We should take a picture like this," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "For the fans. They'd probably be pretty happy to see it."
You let out a soft laugh and lightly smacked his chest, your own eyes dancing with a mix of affection and disbelief. "You're impossible," you said, but the words were lost in a flurry of kisses and laughter.
For the first time in what felt like an eternity, the weight on your shoulders lifted. In his arms, surrounded by his laughter and his love, you were finally, truly, yourself again.
check #madeinmyeon masterlist for more exo fics !!
since exo is back and the saranghaja sprite is heavier these days, what do you think of exo favorite position? How many rounds? After care? Whatever you want to add sis 🫦
first i wanna apologize for replying so late, i promise i read it days ago, but my mind was dryyyy. second, girrrl i see your vision and it's... interesting. i tried my best tho <3 !!
have you ever tried this one? ── .✦ exo
♡ˎˊ˗ content: +18 content, mdni, smut, non-idol au, established relationship, p in v, oral sex (both receiving), teasing, praising, raw sex, creampie, fingering, spanking, exo!biasreader
♡ˎˊ˗ a/note: tbh, this one drained my brain and took me longer than i wanted, but finally here it is. and of course i added my nine pookies for more fun. enjoy !!
˗ˏˋ junmyeon
he likes being in control, but he lives for the moments when you take the lead. position doesn't matter to him as long as you're comfortable, but he secretly craves the sight of you riding him, feeling you bounce closer, tighter, as you try to hold on. his hands roam everywhere, a desperate need to touch and taste your skin before he feels like he lost his mind. he showers you with praise, but lately, his obsession has a new name: cum inside you, filling you completely at the exact moment you climax. "hold on, baby. together," he groans against your neck, pushing one last time, making sure you feel every inch of his throbbing cock before he finally gives in.
junmyeon might seem tired, but his stamina is not a joke. another round? the answer is always yes. if you're exhausted, he'll eat you out, slowly, taking his time, licking and sucking your clit as he was completely thirsty, his mouth and fingers working in a perfect sync. "cum for me, princess. you taste so fucking good," junmyeon is definitely pussy drunk. if you're not tired, he'll flip you over, thrusting harder to bury himself deeper, begging you to wrap your arms and legs around him until you both collapse, a tangled mess of limbs and sweat. "god, i needed that," he murmurs before kissing you raw with relief before he stars kissing you messy. a third round? only if you want it. if he's finally worn out, he'll switch to his fingers, starting slow and deliberate, a man of his word, tending to your most sensitive core until you reach the edge and fall again, squirting between cries and moans.
afterward, he'll clean you. junmyeon pulls you into him on the tangled sheets, letting you rest on his chest. he kisses your temple, traces the line of your back, and runs his fingers through your hair, his voice low and sleepy as he whispers how incredible you are. he'll hold you until you both fall asleep, his grip around you still as tight as if he never wants to let you go.
˗ˏˋ minseok
he's the kind of man who wakes you with kisses, pulling you into him from behind, his body a hot wight against your back as he slams into you. he'll kiss your shoulders and the back of your neck, his arms wrapped around your waist as he thrusts slowly but with a firm, deliberate rhythm. minseok loves to leave little bites, loving the way you shiver in his arms, and how your ass bounces with every move. but don't misunderstand—he'll only let you cum once you've switched positions and he can see your face, a beautiful, moaning mess. "look at me, baby. you're so pretty when you're ruined by me," he'll murmur, his voice a low possessive rumble.
another round? it depends on the mood, but the answer is almost always yes. this time, it's even slower. minseok will take his time, kissing you deeply and even talking to you, like it's his own personal ted talk, telling you how much he's fallen for you. this is where you see his most vulnerable, authentic side—the quiet, introspective man who loves you more than words can say.
afterward, minseok is the king of aftercare. he'll hold you close, wrapping you in his arms while playfully kissing your face and neck. he'll tell you how much he loves you and how amazing you are, his touch tender and reassuring. he's completely, undeniably whipped for you.
˗ˏˋ yixing
in bed, as with everything he does, he is completely committed. his only mission is to give you every kind of pleasure there is. he'll eat you out first, preparing your body to take him as deep as possible. a second round is a given; you won't even need to ask. after yixing leaves you a trembling wreck, he'll turn you over for doggy style. but as he gets more into it, be ready for him to press your face into the mattress as he pulls your hips up. every thrust is deep and forceful, his hips colliding with you ass, his grip on your waist so strong it will leave bruises.
"you feel so good, doll," he'll whisper, his praise so close you can feel it even when your moans drown out his voice. "fuck, you're so fucking tight and... mine, just mine." yixing collapses forward, his weight pinning you down as he catches his breath, his warmth filling you, and your juices mixing with his. but he won't let you rest for long. he'll let you get on top, but he's not stopping—he'll take your sensible pussy again, slowly, loving the way your walls clench around him, loving how him make you a beautiful mess.
his aftercare is an entirely new mission. he'll take you to the bath, cleaning you gently, touching and kissing you with a tenderness so warm it's almost too much to resist. you can't help but melt, and there you are again, a moaning mess with his fingers inside your cunt.
˗ˏˋ baekhyun
he's a huge fan of taking you in every spot of the house; there's nowhere he hasn't had you. be careful not to tease him—baekhyun is an absolute freak, and you're doomed if you do. "so, you want to play like that, huh?" he'll say with a dangerous smirk, his eyes full of playful mischief. he doesn't have a favorite position; he loves them all, but he's truly addicted to eating you out first, sometimes more than once, just to bring you to the very brink. "come on, princess. just one more time," he'll murmur against your sensitive pussy, his breath hot against your skin.
if you're in the kitchen, he'll fuck you right there; no need to move to the bedroom. he'll fall to his knees, his lips on your cunt, licking and sucking your clit like a man possessed, a religious experience for baekhyun. when you break into a climax, he won't let you rest. he'll take you right away, slamming into you while you're sitting or lifting your legs to wrap them around his hips. in bed, he'll get on top and kiss you messily, never breaking eye contact as he thrusts deep and hard enough to leave you a complete moaning mess. he's completely in love with your whimpers and the sound of your voice screaming his name.
another round? yes, a thousand times yes. baekhyun won't rest until you are both more than exhausted, a tangled mess unable to get out of bed. aftercare is a must. he'll kiss your whole face, slowly, sloppily, and hold you close, his arms wrapped around you, never leaving your body. he'll fall asleep in your arms, whispering how much he loves you, making sure you hear every word.
˗ˏˋ jongdae
he's a gentleman, without a doubt. while he loves how you ride him, he is driven by a deep need to take care of you. jongdae is a ride or die for every request you make. you want it slow? he'll go slow, stretching out every moment. you want it deeper? he'll push in until he's buried completely inside you. rough? absolutely. he'll meet your every need. "how could you be so pretty?" he praises you constantly, his voice a low, rumbling hum against your skin—a true king of compliments.
a second round is not an option; it's a need. this time, jongdae will slow down and go deeper, taking his time. he'll kiss your neck, then your shoulders, your jaw, and finally your lips, his touch tender and possessive all at once. his hands work their magic on your most sensitive spots, his fingers tracing your clit until you're a mess of moans and gasps. he loves the way your body responds to his touch.
"let me do it one more time, princess." a third round is an extension of his aftercare—it's just jongdae being needy. he'll pull you against him, whispering praise into your hair and kissing your skin, leaving soft, sleepy bites all over until he finally gives in and cum inside you again. then, he'll let you rest on top of him, in his arms, his body still joined with yours, both of you a tangled mess of limbs and tired pleasure. he'll fall asleep with you right there, the most content man in the world.
˗ˏˋ chanyeol
the way he fucks you depends on his mood, but more often than not, he's just the needy boyfriend. chanyeol will begin by whining for your attention, his hands reaching for you as he starts unbuttoning your blouse. he kisses you, his lips leaving a trail everywhere as he gets down on his knees and ends up at your core. he gives you everything, tasting, licking, and sucking as if he's praying, lost in the worship of you. then, he'll take you to bed. the position is irrelevant; he'll climb on top of you and slam into you. the pace is slow at first, then faster until you feel every incredible inch of him. "you're just mine," he'll whisper, his voice raw. he's possessive, but a true lover and a romantic who praises you endlessly.
a second round is a guarantee. after chanyeol even cum, he'll start thrusting you again; he finds no need for rest. he loves to take you while you're raw, a sensitive and moaning mess in his arms. you'll hear him groan a lot, especially when he cum inside you. it's a truly divine experience for him, feeling your body arch and your walls clench. "god, you feel so fucking good," he'll gasp.
a third round will happen in the shower, or on the bed with sleepy kisses and sloppy moves, just the sound of your bodies colliding and agitated breaths. he'll murmur nonsense, his lips at your neck, your shoulders, and everywhere else. chanyeol won't stop until he collapses, completely exhausted and drunk on you, there's no need to pull out. yet even then, he's incapable of not giving you aftercare, wrapping his arms around you, his face buried in your neck or hair, a tangled mess of bodies.
˗ˏˋ kyungsoo
he might seem quiet, but he’s the one who always starts the fire. he'll tease you, flirting with a casual ease that makes it feel like a normal conversation. when you finally break and give in, kyungsoo feels like a winner. he truly loves it when you're the needy one, feeling your desperation to beg for him. he'll take you to bed immediately, unable to wait a second longer. his lips capture yours in a messy, desperate kiss. his hands rip off your clothes—and his—and his lips are everywhere, especially on your boobs, where he bites, touches, licks, and marks. then kyungsoo will move to your pussy, taking extra care to make you lose your mind and become a complete moaning mess. he's too quiet to praise you with words, but you'll hear his hard sighs, humming, and groaning against your skin.
he likes to have you on top, but he is anything but passive. kyungsoo will thrust deeper and with focused energy. his hands will be secured on your waist, his lips on your breast or neck, and now he feels like he's the one begging for you. another round? the answer is always yes. side-fucking is his second favorite position. with your back to his torso, he'll place one of his hands on your belly, the other on a boob, and feel your ass bouncing on his hips, his lips on the back of your neck. he'll finish inside you, groaning into your back, his grip tight.
aftercare is a must for kyungsoo. he doesn't mind if you want to stay in the same position or move to face him. he'll ask about your day, listening intently before telling you about his. you'll both talk nonsense until you fall asleep, tangled in the sheets.
˗ˏˋ jongin
there's no chance he'll ever say no to sex. even if he's exhausted, jongin will let you sit on his face, giving you the princess treatment with his mouth and fingers until you've had all the orgasms you need. you won't be able to resist taking his length into your mouth. "shit, baby, don't stop" jongin will groan against your pussy, sucking and slurping your clit like a man out of his mind, taking you to the very brink until your release touches his mouth. he'll clean you with his tongue, then let you stroke him until he comes in a messy, gasping rush. "you're gonna kill me."
but be ready if he's not tired. jongin will fuck you until you're both a tangled mess of exhausted limbs, with no care for position or how many rounds. he'll take you on the bed, against the wall, on the couch—it doesn't matter where, as long as it's you. the sheets will be completely soaked with your squirts and both of your cums. "fuck, we made a mess." you'll be a huge, happy mess, laughing at the chaos you both created, but still wrapped up in the sheets, with each other.
aftercare is a must. jongin will give you sloppy kisses and so much care, sharing sleepy conversations and laughs with you. he'll talk about his day, and you'll talk about yours, meaningless things too, and you'll both drift off to sleep. jongin will fall asleep first, pouting in the middle of your playful argument over who loves the other more.
˗ˏˋ sehun
he's the ultimate flirt and tease. sehun's the one who starts every kind of touch, from a casual slap on your ass in the kitchen that sends shivers down your spine to the unexpected way he'll rub his hard cock against your butt when you're in bed. he might even surprise you with a quick, hard bite on your neck or steal your lips in the middle of a mundane conversation. everything he does is designed to remind you that you are his. his favorite position? sehun's a wild man, always wanting to try new things and take you in new places. but he eventually returns to his favorite: having you bounce on him. his hands cup your ass, gripping and lifting, and his hips thrust you into the right spot, deep enough to make you a trembling, moaning mess. "you're mine, remember that," he'll say, his voice a low growl, reminding you of his claim over you. sehun loves biting your breasts and neck, and he'll slap your ass and grip your waist so tight it leaves bruises—his marks of love.
a second round? yes. a third? only if you aren't both completely exhausted. but if sehun is tired and still wants more, he'll take you back to bed and eat you out or in a slow, sloppy way, using his long fingers for more pleasure. the wet sounds will make you shiver, and sehun knows your body well enough to take you to the very edge, breaking you until you reach a climax so powerful you squirt and cry his name.
aftercare is a must. sehun's a possessive freak in bed, but the moment it's over, he's a needy man who craves your touch. he's incapable of sleeping without you, so he'll pull you into his arms, burying his face in your neck as you stroke his hair. your legs will be tangled together, a messy aftermath of pleasure, but he's content and peaceful in your arms.
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✧ at the same damn time (w/ chanyeol) ✧ summary: your noisy neighbor and his best friend share everything, even sex. ✧ content: smut, threesome, degradation, oral sex, fingering, raw sex, face fucking, multiple orgasms, junmyeon x f!reader x chanyeol, 2.1k words
✧ 'cause i'm just a half without you ✧ summary: your ex, couldn’t get over you, even when he was playing the most important match of his career. ✧ content: smut, angst, exes to lovers, college au, raw sex, footballplayer!junmyeon x f!reader, 3k words
✧ jump your body to me ✧ summary: you found your boyfriend trying on his new cowboy outfit. ✧ content: smut, oral sex (both receiving), face fucking, degradation, dumbification, daddy kink, cum eating, dom!junmyeon x subf!reader, 2.4k words
✧ let your body run your mind — request .ᐟ ✧ summary: he thought he had everything under control, until he saw a small piece of your bra. ✧ content: smut, established relationship, slightly public sex, breast play, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), junmyeon x f!reader, 2.3k words
✧ i go back to you, back to you... every time! — request .ᐟ ✧ summary: you never expected he would act completely different after the breakup. ✧ content: smut, lovers to exes to enemies to lovers, angst, oral sex (f. receiving), mirror sex, rough sex, raw sex, idol!junmyeon x idolf!reader, 7.7k words
✧ you're a pain twisted by fate ✧ summary: in the eyes of the castle, he was your knight, the one who protected you with his whole life. ✧ content: royal au, light smut, angst, unforbidden love, raw sex, knight!junmyeon x princess!reader, 2.3k words
✧ [ 12:04am ] ✧ summary: that night, you discovered a new side of junmyeon. ✧ content: smut, age gap, foreplay, oral sex, raw sex, aftercare, dilf!junmyeon x f!reader, 4.4k words
✧ enemies with benefits ✧ summary: you ain’t even friends, just enemies with benefits. ✧ content: smut, plot with porn, office au, enemies to fb, oral sex (both receiving), slight sub and dom leaning, fingering, marathon sex, facesitting, masturbation, raw sex, dirty talking, edging, creampie, overstimulation, junmyeon x f!reader, 11.7k words
ᯓ★ DRABBLES:
✧ save a horse, ride a cowboy ✧ content: smut, unprotected sex, cowboy!junmyeon x f!reader, 1k words
✧ fell me breathing ✧ content: smut, phone sex, masturbation, exes to _, veryneedy!junmyeon x f!reader, 1.2k words
✧ can't deny this love — request .ᐟ ✧ content: smut, established relationship, drunk sex, unprotected sex, junmyeon x f!reader, 0.9k words
✧ just take it easy — request .ᐟ ✧ content: sfw, fluff, kinda suggestive, junmyeon x gn!reader, 0.9k words
✧ birthday wishes ✧ content: sfw, fluff, 0.3k words
✧ them conforting you — request .ᐟ ✧ sfw, ot9, a bit angsty
✧ them as ass or boob person — request .ᐟ ✧ nsfw, ot9
ᯓ★ SERIES:
✧ christmas' advent calendar 2025 ✧ 25 days of ot9 content, mostly smut, each drabble/one shot contains its content warning in the description.
✧ exo and madeinmyeon's annyversary ✧ april and may scheduler with the 9 members, sfw and nsfw content
˗ˏˋ ꒰ ZHANG YIXING ꒱ˎˊ˗
ᯓ★ ONE SHOTS:
✧ angel in desguise — request .ᐟ ✧ summary: tired of his workaholic agenda, your defiant actions reveal a dominant side of yixing you craved. ✧ content: smut, established relationship, unprotected sex, mirror sex, dom!yixing x subf!reader, 2.1k words
✧ slow dance — request .ᐟ ✧ summary: the nightmare of his students was ready to lose it all before the show, and ended up getting involved too. ✧ content: smut, casual sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling, oral sex (m. receiving), mirror sex, cum shot, yixing x f!reader, 2.4k words
✧ let's cut it — request .ᐟ ✧ summary: you had a fight with your boyfriend and things ended up spicy. ✧ content: smut, rough sex, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, overstimulation, dom!yixing x subf!reader, 1.5k words
✧ behind the door — request .ᐟ ✧ summary: yixing, your boss and boyfriend, was blind of jealousy. ✧ content: smut, established relationship, unprotected sex, fingering, bondage kink, pussy slapping, oral sex (both receiving), overstimulation, dom!yixing x subf!reader, 4k words
✧ on my way to hold you tight — request .ᐟ ✧ summary: things went too far during sex and you couldn't use your safe word ✧ content: mention of sexual and bdsm themes, comfort, after care, yixing x f!reader, 1.5k words
ᯓ★ DRABBLES:
✧ cats, ice creams and... dinner? — request .ᐟ ✧ content: sfw, non idol au, fluff, girldad!yixing x gn!reader, 1.1k words
ᯓ★ HEADCANONS:
✧ type of husband — request .ᐟ ✧ +0.5 words of sfw, +0.6 words after the mdni divider
✧ make a wish ! ✧ content: sfw, pure fluff, +0.9 words
ᯓ★ HEADCANONS:
✧ type of husband — request .ᐟ ✧ +0.5 words of sfw, +0.4 words after the mdni divider
˗ˏˋ ꒰ KIM JONGDAE ꒱ˎˊ˗
ᯓ★ ONE SHOTS:
✧ let's fall in love again — request .ᐟ ✧ content: best friends to lovers, smut, praising kink, unprotected sex, jongdae x f!reader, 1.8k words
ᯓ★ DRABBLES:
✧ put me in a headlock — request .ᐟ ✧ content: smut, fingering, choking kink, jongdae x f!reader, 0.4k words
˗ˏˋ ꒰ PARK CHANYEOL ꒱ˎˊ˗
ᯓ★ ONE SHOTS:
✧ drown in you ✧ summary: you ended up in your ex's bed. ✧ content: smut, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, ex to lovers, chanyeol x f!reader, 4.2k words
✧ at the same damn time (w/ junmyeon) ✧ summary: your noisy neighbor and his best friend share everything, even sex. ✧ content: smut, threesome, degradation, oral sex, fingering, unprotected sex, spanking, hair pulling, face fucking, multiple orgasms, squirting, cumshot, junmyeon x f!reader x chanyeol, 2.1k words
✧ fuck it, now i'm running with you ✧ summary: your best friend accidentally sent you a nude. ✧ content: smut, best friend to fwb, oral sex (both receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, doggy, p i v, messy sex (spit, sweat, cum), cum shot, bigdick!chanyeol x f!reader, 3.1k words
✧ just leave me blind, just lead me blind ✧ summary: chanyeol just wanted to hear your voice… and a little more. ✧ content: smut, phone sex, dirty talking, swearing, masturbation, military!chanyeol x f!reader, 2.5k words
ᯓ★ DRABBLES:
✧ don't dress up ✧ content: smut, established relationship, morning sex, unprotected sex, needy!chanyeol x f!reader, 0.6k words
✧ without you, without me ✧ summary: he was devastated by grief and didn’t want to live anymore ✧ content: angst, mention of grief, su!cide, s/a, mental disorders, 1.8k words
✧ i'm fading away, hold me — request .ᐟ ✧ summary: if he left, there was only an empty space and tears in your apartment. ✧ content: sfw, angst with happy ending, lovers to exes to ___, mention of breakup, comfort, fluff, kyungsoo x gn!reader, 2.4k words
✧ needy. — request .ᐟ ✧ summary: kyungsoo can't say no to you. ✧ content: fwb, angst, smut, drunk sex, messy sex, raw sex, masturbation, cum eating, kyungsoo x gn!reader, 2.4k words
ᯓ★ DRABBLES:
✧ sweet release — request .ᐟ ✧ content: smut, established relationship, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, aftercare, kyungsoo x f!reader, 0.9k words
˗ˏˋ ꒰ OH SEHUN ꒱ˎˊ˗
ᯓ★ ONE SHOTS:
✧ jealousy, jealousy ✧ summary: he just wanted all your attention. ✧ content: smut, oral sex (f. receiving), possessiveness, dom!sehun x sub!reader, 2.8k words
✧ love comes back — request .ᐟ ✧ summary: sehun just wanted to protect you from the media. ✧ content: angst, established relationship, sfw, idol au, idol!sehun x idol!reader, 2.1k words
