heyy sweetie! I love your writing style and your opinions about our boys, what do you think about first time with exo? Like if then been dating for like a month and it's their first time having sex as a couple?
I JUST WANNA MAKE YOU GROOVE, BABY !
⟡ content: +18 content, mdni, smut, raw sex, p i v, creampie, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, headcanons, ot9!exo x f!reader
⟡ a/note: omg, i almost ripped my hair out trying to write this one, lmao. it felt like my fingers couldn't type a thing, but i finally finished it !! hope you like it and tysm <3
☆ — junmyeon
is he nervous? of course. his heart is thundering, but he has all prepared after dinner. he takes the lead with a steady grace. there’s no rush; he’s the one who initiates the first tentative brush of lips, the one who deepens it into something breathless, and the one who pulls back just enough to look you and ask: “are you sure, love?”
when junmyeon hears your confirmation, the restraint snaps. he doesn’t need a second invitation. he begins to touch you like you’re his most valuable possession, his hands steady as he peels away your clothes, his mouth marking every newly exposed inch of skin with a lingering, possessive kiss.
“i can’t believe you’re finally mine,” he rasps. he sets an agonizingly deliberate pace, making you ache for his next move. he’s normally patient, but here... it feels like his body and mind are shutting down at once.
junmyeon prioritizes you completely, but don’t get me wrong, he loves it—start kissing your breast, your lower belly, and then bury his face between your legs. he doesn’t miss out a moment to make out with your cunt, starving, uneven, his tongue and fingers working in a desperate, skillful rhythm. he’s crazy about the way you arch and curve under his touch, his fingers stretching you open as he laps you up until you reach the first orgasm, of course, not missing the chance to drink you up.
when he finally moves to fill you, he makes you his pillow princess—making love to you slowly, deeply, and with a rhythmic intensity that forces you to cling to him, pulling him closer and closer until you both shatter.
afterward, he craves you even more in the quiet skin-to-skin contact. he won’t let you rest until you both are breathless, incapable of moving aside. he cleans you up, kissing your skin softly, murmuring praises he wants to tattoo on your skin, his body tangled with yours as if he’s trying to stay under your skin.
☆ — minseok
his eagerness is written in his eyes, darkening until they’re nearly all pupils. there’s a shimmering, predatory heat in his gaze that makes you feel more beautiful—more seen—than you even have before. it’s a look that demands a response, and you find yourself matching his hunger, your hands pulling him closer, your mouth searching for his lips with a desperate, shared heat.
minseok’s fighting a war with himself. you can feel the tension in his muscles, the way his fingers dig into your waist as he tries to filter his primal instincts into something slow and sensual. he doesn’t want to rush; he wants to savor the friction.
“you have no idea what you doing to me,” he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly vibration against your ear. his praises are like holy secrets, whispered confessions that only you’re allowed to hear. “so beautiful, so perfect for me.”
when the clothes are finally gone, minseok pulls you onto his lap, his large hands guiding your hips as you straddle him. he loves that you’re the one to lead, his eyes never leaving yours as you slowly lower yourself, burying him deep inside of you.
the sound he makes is a broken, airy groan—the sound of a man finally finding what he craves. he anchors you there, his palms molding to your hips and the small of your back, grounding you as you begin to move. he encourages you with those soft, threatless murmurs near your ear, his thumbs tracing the line of your spine while you ride him.
he lives for the way your eyes flutter shut and the way you find the exact rhythm he’s been dreaming of. to minseok, there’s nothing more sensual than watching you take exactly what you want from him.
later, he doesn’t let you go. he’ll keep you tucked against his chest, his legs still tangled with yours, his hands resting possessively on your hip after cleaning you. he’s quiet again, but the way he kisses your temple tells you that he’ll never let you go.
☆ — yixing
he has secretly been paying attention to all the things you really desire, secretly cataloging every hitch in your breath and every flush of your skin. he wants you to remember your first time as much as he will. of course he will act extra clingy, his lips constantly finding the sensitive curve of your neck, his voice a low hum of praise that leaves your cheeks burning. yes, he loves it.
“i wanna show you exactly what’s been living in my head, babe,” he mumbles between possessive kisses. “every thought, every dream i’ve had of you… shit—”
but the moment your hands turn bold, and your touch turns demanding, yixing loses it. fuck his soft side; he’s suddenly a storm of lust and unraveled fantasies. you lose track of where his mouth begins and ends as he claims every inch of you with a desperate heat.
his mouth finds your breast, his teeth grazing your skin just enough to make you gasp, before he moves downward. he eats you out like he’s trying to prove a point—or perhaps just to confirm that you’re his. he won’t stop, his tongue working in a relentless siege until you’re arching off the sheets, craving him inside you.
yixing becomes obsessed with the way you want him—the little whimpers, the way you beg for more while your skin is flushed. he finally gives you exactly what you’re screaming for. he enters you slowly, a deep slide that makes your eyes roll back. he immediately captures your lips with his, swallowing your moans to keep the sound of your pleasure trapped between you.
as he settles on top of you, his pace shifting from a slow grind to a heavy, rhythmic drive that feels like it’s reaching your soul. “don’t hide from me, gorgeous.” he’s reclaiming every part of you he’s ever dreamed of, his movements becoming more frantic as he nears his own limit. when you two reach it, he collapses against you for a few seconds before his lips bury in the crook of your neck, wanting even more, just like you.
☆ — baekhyun
he’s a man unraveled—someone eager, hungry, and entirely focused on making you feel a great time. he’s been a student of your reactions for weeks, and now that he finally has you where he wants, but keep it in mind... baekhyun isn’t in a rush.
making out session is a must. his tongue tangles with yours until you’re breathless and whiny. he loves to notice that you want him just as much as he wants you. and oh... he surely will tease you just to make you feel frustrated, just to make you want him even more, secretly trying to hide he’s nervous too.
“love, are you impatient?” he chuckles against your lips, his eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and heat. “or are you just desperate for me?” his mouth migrates, leaving a trail of deep, wet kisses from the sensitive cord of your neck down to the swell of your breasts, leaving your clothes behind, slowly, tortuously.
baekhyun cups your tits firmly, his hands massaging the soft skin with a possessive rhythm. he’s not really gentle; he bites your nipples—he sucks them too—his teeth grazing just enough to pull a sharp moan from your throat, before he soothes the sting with his tongue. but he doesn’t stop just there—his fingers slide down to find your cunt, stretching you out slowly, yet his mouth is working on your boobs.
“i know you like that, gorgeous,” he murmurs with a cocky smirk, pulling his fingers out to suck them dry right in front of you. “sweet.” before he dives between your thighs like a starving man. he eats you out… and again, and again, and again, until his own lips ache.
he wants to give you everything at once, but your pleasure is his only priority. even when your first orgasm ripples through you, he doesn’t let you rest.
baekhyun keeps pushing your limits, fucking you with his fingers to keep the friction high until he finally replaces them with his cock. he slides into you with a deep, heave thrust that makes you gasp his name. he holds you so close you can feel the thud of his heart against your bear chest, every muscle in his body corded and tense as he claims you. and after he reaches his own peak, he keeps moving, his pace frantic and wet, driving you toward another climax before he finally follows you with his second one.
aftermath? baekhyun hauls you into a warm, steaming bath, but it’s full of sloppy, water-slicked kisses and lazy, uncoordinated strokes all over your body. he’s all silly smiles and whispered jokes, his hands never leaving your skin. there’s no shame left between you—just the comfortable heat.
“i told you,” he whispers, pulling you back against his chest in the tub. “i won’t let you forget tonight. not a single second… or i have to make you remember, mmh? you want that, gorgeous?”
☆ — jongdae
he’s the most attentive of them all. of course jongdae’s been extra romantic all evening, leaning into that cheesy, endearing charm that always makes your heart melt. he’s been dropping his lame jokes just to hear you laugh, using it as an excuse to steal quick, soft kisses against your cheek or the corner of your mouth.
you’ve noticed him trying to get closer all night—the way his thigh brushes yours under the table, or how his hands accidentally linger on the small of your back. you let him, leaning into his space and responding with boldness, as soon as he realizes you’re just as eager as he is, he becomes flirtier.
jongdae captures your lips in a kiss—deep, demanding, leaving you completely breathless. he pulls you onto his lap, warm hands immediately finding their way under the hem of your blouse. he explores your skin with a reverent touch, his thumbs tracing the line of your ribs while his lips capture yours.
he peels away your clothes as if he’s unwrapping a gift he’s waited so long for. and when you both are completely naked, he doesn’t hide anything. he lets you feel exactly how much power you have over him.
“see what you do to me?” his hands slide down to cup your ass and pull you even closer, grounding you against him. “just you.”
he lets you move over him, riding him at your own rhythm, loving the way your body bounces on him. he cups your breasts, his thumbs circling your nipples until they’re tight and aching, before he leans down to draw one into his mouth. watch out... he takes his time.
jongdae loves your messy sounds—the whines, the gasps, the way you call his name. he catches your moan with his mouth, kissing you deeply, groaning in between, anchoring your hips, and driving into you with a heavy pace. oh, and surely he will praise you a lot while he pushes you toward your limits.
when your orgasm reaches you, he follows you instantly, burying his face in the crook of your neck, holding you so tightly your own body couldn’t be closer to his.
some minutes later, he’ll clean you, pulling the duvet over both of you, cocooning you in his arms. promising he will take you breakfast in bed the next morning. yes, he won’t hide his happiness from finally having you all by himself.
☆ — chanyeol
from the moment the door shuts, chanyeol is a bundle of nervous energy. he’s been waiting for this—for you—for so long that he’s actually a little bit intimidated by the reality of it. when he leans in for that first kiss, he’s almost a bit too eager, clumsy. but the second you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him back in, the tension breaks. he melts against you, leaving a massive, shaky sigh of relief through his broad chest.
“sorry,” he chuckles breathlessly, embarrassed. “i’ve just... i’ve played this out in my head a thousand times, and i don’t wanna mess it up.”
chanyeol scoops you up into his arms as if you weigh nothing at all, carrying you to the bed with a sudden, determined stride. he kisses you so deeply, so thoroughly, that you barely have a second to catch your breath between the heat of his mouth and the weight of his body pinning you into the mattress.
clothes disappear in a frantic, tangled haze. soon, his large fingers are finding their way between your thighs, trapping you beneath him. he stretches you out with a focused, rhythmic patience. your hips buck against his hand, instinctively seeking more of him, and he smirks—that deep, rumbling dimpled grin—knowing he’s preparing you perfectly.
when he finally replaces his fingers with his cock, it’s a slow slide, but you have to wrap your legs around his waist to pull him even closer, needing to feel the full scale of him. chanyeol freezes for a second, his arms corded with tension as he peppers your face with tiny, frantic kisses. “you okay? you’re alright, baby?” he rasps, his voice a low, gravelly frequency that makes your toes curl. “i’ve got you.”
chanyeol starts at a slow, agonizingly sweet pace, but as he feels you relax and start to chase his rhythm, the fire grows. the weight of his body is a comfort—you feel every inch of him because his hands are everywhere. one second, they’re anchored on your waist, his thumbs digging in to claim you; the next, they’re sliding under your thighs to hike them higher, or cupping your breasts to feel the frantic thud of your heart.
“god, you feel so good.” he drives into you with a relentless pace, his large hands molding your skin as if he’s trying to memorize your shape. he urges to cum with you—a total, thundering surrender, his entire body going heavy and lax against yours.
afterward, he’ll wrap his entire body around you like a human shield, his chin resting on top of your head as he breathes you in. chanyeol whispers soft promises, while his hands stay possessively cupped around your waist, making sure you know you aren’t going anywhere.
☆ — kyungsoo
he doesn’t ask with direct words; he simply begins, his movements possessed by a calm, unwavering certainty. kyungsoo initiates the make-out session with a slow pull, one hand cupping your cheek with a possessive thumb stroking your jaw, while the other anchors firmly at your waist. when he hears that first, soft moan break from your throat, he won’t pull back—deepening the kiss into something wet and demanding.
kyungsoo undresses you with a torturous, methodical slowness. each button, each layer is treated with a reverent focus, his eyes never leaving yours as he exposes your skin. he watches your chest heave, enjoying the way your hands fumble with his own shirt in your eagerness, letting out a short chuckle at your impatience.
“patience.” he catches your frustrated huff with another deep, open-mouthed kiss. “we have all night, my love.”
kyungsoo settles onto his back and pulls you on top of him, letting you straddle his lap. for a moment, he lets you think you’re the one in control. but the second his hands find your hips, you realize that he’s the one grounding you, his fingers digging in just enough to guide your movements to his own steady, relentless pace.
and then… kyungsoo makes love to you with a terrifyingly calm rhythm, his eyes dark and dilated as they track every flicker of pleasure on your face. suddenly, he will stop. he just stops, holding you still while you’re flushed and panting, just to watch you unravel.
he just smirks at your frustration, his hands sliding up to cup your breasts, his thumbs grazing your nipples. “i like the way you look when you want more,” he rasps, his voice thick with a hunger he’s finally letting you see. “ask me again. tell me exactly what you want me to do, angel.”
kyungsoo only moves again when he can no longer resist the pleading look in your eyes and the sound in your voice. and yes, he won’t stop in just one round; there might be a second one—messy, heavier, and more desperate.
he kisses you hardly, his mouth searching for yours as if he’s trying to memorize the taste of you. of course, he’s exhausted, his muscles trembling with the effort of holding his own weight, but he doesn’t want to stop. he keeps driving into you with a slow, friction-filled grind that makes your head swim.
“don’t close your eyes,” he commands softly, his breath hot against your neck. “hold it a little longer. i’m not letting you go yet.”
later, he doesn’t say much, but he acts more... clingy. kyungsoo pulls you flush against his side, his arm a heavy, warm weight that holds you impossible closer. the way his lips brush your skin, and his nose keeps buried in the crook of your neck, tells you that even now, he’s still completely consumed by you. “thank you for this, love.”
☆ — jongin
he thinks he has everything planned. the movie playing as background noise, and a script in his head that he’s rehearsed a dozen times. but as you sit together, his nerves turn his movements into something hesitant and sweet. jongin tries to catch your attention with soft strokes along your forearm, his fingers lingering just a second too long against yours, stealing small, tentative kisses, but the smooth moves he practiced seem to fail him, so… he gives up.
he leans in, his nose brushing against your ear, murmuring softly: “can we… can we turn it off? i can’t focus on anything but you.” his honesty makes you melt. you’re flushed when you turn your head to him, him kissing you when you nod, and he gently guides your back against the plush cushions of the sofa.
jongin moves with a cautious, breathtaking tenderness, treating you as if you were made of glass. between deep kisses, he behinds to peel away your clothes, his hands trembling just enough for you to notice. he lets out a soft, nervous chuckle when his fingers fumble with a button. “sorry. you’re just… so beautiful. i want this to be perfect for you.”
jongin puts you first in every sense of the word. his praises are hushed and reverent, whispered against your skin as he maps out your body with his palms. when he finally makes love to you, his hips move are slow and incredibly tender, filled with a reverence you’ve never seen before. he’s memorizing you—the curve of your waist, the heat of your breath, the way your fingers lock behind his neck when you’re close to your orgasm.
“stay with me,” he pleads, his voice breaking as he nears his limits. “right now, baby.”
but once that first peak passes, something shifts. he scoops you up into his arms, carrying you to the bedroom to claim you again. this time, the energy is different. jongin’s more secure, more confident—more him. he moves with a free, fluid intensity, his hands are possessive as they slide under your thighs to pull you closer, his lips claiming your neck. there’s no more hesitation when jongin drives into you with a purposeful heat, his mouth never leaving yours, making sure you feel him completely.
after your second orgasm, and by the time you finally collapse into the pillows, you two are a tangled mess of limbs and damp sheets. what he planned doesn’t matter anymore because what he has with you now is better. jongin peppers your face with sloppy, exhausted kisses, his fingers tracing lazy patterns over your heart.
“i love you so much,” he murmurs with a tired smile, pulling the duvet over both of you. “i’d never let you go, angel. never, never, never,” he repeats while his nose buries in your hair, squeezing your body with so much love that every part of you melts.
☆ — sehun
he starts the night with a restless, cocky energy. sehun’s a bit clumsy at first, knocking over a glass or fumbling with his phone, but he covers it with a smirk that says he’s doing it on purpose just to keep you off balance. he simply slides in, his long limbs tangling with yours until there’s no air left between you.
“you’re staring,” he murmurs, his voice a low, melodic tease. “do you like me?” oh, he loves to see you flush, so before you could say anything, he’s kissing you—deep, possessive. his hands are restless, playing with the hem of your blouse, his fingers grazing the skin of your stomach just enough to make you shiver. he waits until he sees that specific look in your gaze that gives him the green light to keep going.
sehun loves the power shift. he pulls back just long enough to shrug off his shirt, his broad shoulders and lean muscle catching the dim light, before he starts on yours. in a few seconds, the make-out session turns messy and frantic, a collision of lips and teeth that neither of you can—or want to—control.
when you reach the bed, and his cock is incredibly hard, he holds you closer, spreading your legs to finally slide into you. the last of his composure shatters; sehun loses it completely, a ragged, heavy breath escaping him as he anchors himself inside you. he holds you so close it feels like he’s trying to pull you under his skin, his mouth finding yours again in a feverish exchange of tongues and breathless whimpers.
“god, you’re so… so fucking tight,” he wheezes, his forehead dropping against yours. he moves slowly at first, making sure you’re adjusted to him, but the second he feels your hips bucking to accelerate the pace, he matches your energy with a sharp, cocky grin.
sehun immediately takes the lead, his rhythm becoming rapid and relentless as your bodies find a pace made only for the two of you. you’re reaching for him, your fingers digging into his back, and just as the tension reaches a breaking point, he catches you off guard. with a sudden, powerful surge of strength, he rolls you over in the middle of the bed so you’re on top now.
he groans as you settle over him, his large hands immediately coming up to cup your ass and mold to your curves, pulling you down for another deep, soul-searing kiss. he wants to see the look on your face when you break, his thumbs tracing your lips while he watches you reach your orgasm. but he isn’t any better—his whole body tense, burying his fingers on your skin, trembling in desperation.
after you both shatter, neither of you wants to move; the exhaustion is a warm, weighted blanket. he stays there for a long moment, inside, simply breathing you in, before he finally finds the energy to move.
of course, he loves to tease you a bit. and he loves even more that you feel too comfortable by his side, he doesn’t have to act like anyone else to finally claim you.
sehun cleans you up with a surprising, quiet tenderness as he pulls you back into his arms to warm you. he can’t help but whisper one last flirtatious comment into your ear. “don’t get too comfortable,” he murmurs with a cocky smile. “i have a feeling i’m gonna want a rematch in about a minute.”
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