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eomayas · 10 months

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testy • kjm

pairing: mob!junmyeon x wife!reader

genre: smut 18+ MINORS DNI!!!!!

synopsis: reader pushes junmyeons buttons one too many times on vacation

warnings: pwp, p in v, swearing, doggy, choking, teasing, dirty talk, spanking, mentions of junmyeon being in the mob but it’s not that essential

a/n: i read a mafia fic the other day and now i’m a bit obsessed with my favorite men being mafia bosses or wtv so here is a mini.. self indulging story that nobody asked for but i wrote anyway. enjoy!!! this is unedited as always

junmyeon stands on the bottom deck of the yacht, phone pressed against his ear. the sun shines brightly on him, his shirt unbuttoned to get some color on his chest. his gold chain glitters in the light, and you’d be on your knees right now, if he ever decided to get off the phone.

you roll your eyes from up above and sigh. you tie your bathing suit coverup around your waist and slip your feet into your pink jimmy choos that match your pink bikini.

walking down the spiral stairs on the yacht, you get down to the deck where your husband stands on the phone. he turns around when he sees you and gives you a soft smile. you stare at him with your hands on your hips, unimpressed with his greeting, or lackthereof.

junmyeon opens his arm for you to walk into, and when you dont, he frowns, but continues talking on the phone. you sigh loudly, jutting your hip out to the side. your husband furrows his brows at you, keeping his eyes trained on you as he keeps on talking.

“jun,” you say, your voice full of irritation. he holds up his index finger to you, and you scoff, turning on the balls of your feet to go back to whence you came.

you huff all the way up the stairs, stomping your feet into the steps. untying your coverup, you ball it up and toss it onto one of the chaises and retake your seat, kicking off your shoes and rolling onto your stomach to tan your back.

a few moments later, you hear junmyeons footsteps and you roll your eyes. “baby,” he calls. you don’t respond and don’t look up when he stands behind you and blocks the sun. “you hear me talking to you, don’t you?” junmyeon says.

“didn’t know if you were talking to me, or one of your bitches on the phone,” you say, looking at him over your shoulder. by bitches, you mean one of his many men that look to him for orders and answers.

junmyeon chuckles and moves your legs so he can sit, placing them in his lap. “alright, i’m sorry,” he says.

“we’re supposed to be on vacation, myeonie! and you want to give orders when we’re in the middle of the ocean—i’ve barely even seen you!” you complain sitting up and turning around to face him. the smile he gives you is one that is mocking, and you frown at him. “don’t look at me like that, junmyeon.”

“you have my full attention, baby,” he says, motioning for you to come sit in his lap. you stay sitting on your knees on the chaise, your arms crossed over your chest.

“do i? because if you get another call, i’ll throw your fucking phone in the ocean,” you snap. junmyeon licks the corner of his mouth, looking down at his feet before placing his eyes on you.

“you know i don’t like when you talk to me like that.”

“and you know i dont like to be ignored… consider us even,” you say. his face falls flat and he shakes his head, a small smirk on his face.

“careful,” he warns, narrowing his eyes at you. you poke your tongue in your cheek and weigh your responses. you could give up, and have him be sweet to you, or you could test him and push him to his limits.

“or what?” you challenge, raising an eyebrow. junmyeons face hardens and you two stare at each other, waiting for the other to make the first move. you want to smirk, or worse, laugh, because it’s really a joke to you.

but it’s not for your husband, and you know it. which is why you push his buttons as often as you can, like now, even though you are annoyed at him and there is a better reason behind your attitude than simply just being bored.

junmyeon opens his mouth to respond, but is cut off by the sound of his phone ringing. he blinks once, a guilty look taking over his features when your face falls and your lips sag down. “don’t answer,” you say, reaching forward for his pants, but he’s quicker and stands up.

“it’ll be quick, baby,” he says, sliding the phone out of his pocket and pressing answer. junmyeon turns his back to you and walks over to the railing that overlooks the bottom deck. for a moment, you fantasize about ripping the phone out of his hands and chucking it into the water below.

instead, you gather your belongings: book, hat, sandals, sunglasses, water, and phone, and stomp down the stairs once again and put them away in the bedroom. you aggressively put away everything, putting too much force in opening and closing doors and drawers. you change out of your bathing suit and put on a loose dress and a pair of flat sandals.

angrily, you brush through your hair and pull it back into a low bun, frowning at your reflection. all you want is to spend some time with your husband, away from your house and his work and that general part of his life, and he can’t even give you twenty minutes of himself. and the trip was his idea!

huffing, you apply some lip gloss on your lips and grab your phone before heading into the kitchen/dining area. boat staff work diligently, and you want to tell them to stop, that your husband doesn’t deserve to be waited on, but you don’t. “hi, mrs. kim. dinner is almost ready,” your chef says. you give them a kind smile and thank them, opening the fridge to grab some of the cut up fruit.

you eat at the island, making light conversation with the staff. they relax around you in a way most people don’t with your husband, but you get it. junmyeon isn’t a scary guy, but he’s powerful and carries himself in a way that makes people dodge eye contact with him. if only they knew.

“hello, mr. kim,” the arrival of your husband makes the staffs chattering stop, and you hold off from rolling your eyes.

he greets everybody by name, shaking their hands and thanking them for helping you two out on your little trip. you don’t acknowledge him, not even when he puts his hands on your shoulders and hugs your from behind. “hi,” he says, kissing your cheek.

you grab his left wrist and look at his watch, scoffing when you see the time. “15 minutes is quick to you?” you ask, looking over your shoulder at him. junmyeon licks the corner of his mouth and bows his head.

“i’m sorry,” he says, kissing your cheek. “but it’s business.” junmyeon mumbles. you snort and swivel around on the stool, quirking an eyebrow. “important business.” he says, like that makes it any better, or you any less annoyed.

“and what am i?” you ask, pushing your knee between his legs. junmyeon chuckles nervously and push your knee upward, his hands quickly jutting out to stop you. the look he gives you makes your stomach coil, but you pretend is has no effect.

“i need to talk to you,” he says, his voice low.

“then talk,” you retort, crossing your arms over your chest. junmyeon rubs his bottom lip and steps away from you, starting to walk the direction of your bedroom. you watch him, knowing that you should actually be following him rather than gawking.

“y/n,” his voice is full of authority and it even makes the staff glance at you before averting their eyes. you stare across the room at your husband, and he curls one of his fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion. his eyes dare you to stay seated, waiting for you to push him past his limits.

you stand up silently and walk over to him, not meeting his eye as you pass by him. junmyeon holds you by the hip, walking you to your bedroom. “lose the attitude,” he mutters in your ear, pushing you into the room and closing the door behind you both. “get on the bed.” he says, his voice calm. but you know better than to assume that he’s just simply telling you to do something.

you sit at the foot and he walks over to you, your eyes trailing over his frame as he stops in front of you. theres love in his eyes, and you think he’s going to kiss you until he roughly grabs your jaw in his hand, yanking your head up to look at him. “so you can listen,” he sneers, his eyes narrowing at you. you glare up at him, shifting on the bed to press your thighs together. and maybe it was your plan all along, to have him play rough with you after being testy with him all day. “are you done acting like a brat? hmm?” he loosens his hold on your jaw so you can answer him, but doesn’t let go.

“jun- yes or no?” he interrupts. you only glare up at him and he shakes his head at you. “is that a no?” he gives you an out, but you don’t take it. you continue to glare up at him stupidly and he scoffs. “turn around.”

you get on your hands and knees on the bed, your mind swimming in anticipation. you can hear him behind you moving around, but you can’t feel or see him.

junmyeon sidles up behind you and pushes your dress up so you ass is on display. you take in a breath as he rubs a hand over your flesh lovingly, like you’re delicate.

but rather than a kiss, or a squeeze, a harsh slap that contradicts his gentle action is delivered to your rear. you grunt and lurch forward, biting your bottom lip. another slap, and then another, and another.

by the time you count seven in your head, you’re resting on your forearms, ass burning as you raise it in the air. you know you can tap out and anytime, that he’ll stop if you show any signs or disliking it. but you like when he’s rough with you, even if that means pain for a little while. “myeonie,” you whimper, face buried in the bedsheets.

“what? is it too much?” his demeanor changes at the prospect and he crawls onto the bed next to you, lifting you up so he can properly look at you. there’s love and concern in his eyes, and it makes your heart melt.

you shake your head, sitting up and grimacing when your heels press into the skin on your ass. “no… jun, i want you,” you say, reaching for him. and your soft, loving husband disappears and is replaced with the man from moments before.

“you think you deserve it?”

“i-ive been good!” you say, crawling over to him and wrapping your arms around him. he hums and kisses your neck once, twice, before pushing you down into the bed. “please?” you ask, pushing your underwear down and kicking them off.

“turn around,” he instructs, palming himself through his shorts. you do as he says, positioning yourself comfortably on your hands and knees and putting an arch in your back. junmyeon steps out of his shorts and boxers and strokes himself a few times before coming up behind you and gripping your ass.

you wince but press your hips back towards him, urging him to fill you up. “myeonie, please baby,” you plead. he presses the tip against your folds, dragging your arousal up the slit. you squeak out a moan, waiting for him to breach your hole. but he teases you like that for awhile, dragging his shaft in between your lips and dragging it across your clit, making you mewl out his name. “junmyeon, fuck, please just fuck me!” you beg, so frustrated with him that you could cry.

“baby wants to be fucked, but does my baby really deserve it?” he asks rhetorically, his hand sliding to your shoulder, resting on your collarbone.

“you’re so fucking an-“ you’re breathless when he slams into you and grips your neck tightly, yanking your head upwards. your vision blurs and your hands grip the sheets tightly, so tight that you feel like you might rip them.

“all that fucking mouth,” he grunts, slamming into you. you can’t think straight, can barely see straight or breathe, and it turns you on all the more. “all that fucking attitude—can’t say shit to me now, huh?” his hand comes down hard on your ass and you yelp, his hold on your neck loosening. he fucks into you relentlessly, the only sounds being heard are you cries and skin on skin.

your arms shake beneath your weight and you collapse onto the bed, face smooshing into the sheets once more. junmyeon let’s go of your beck to grab your arms and hold them behind your back. your back stays arched and he continues pounding into you, the feeling of his balls slapping against your ass rhythmically making your toes curl. “myeonie, myeonie, myeonie!” you chant, clenching around him.

“shit, y/n, i’m almost there,” he groans, letting go of your arms to hold onto your hips. they fall limply at your sides and you don’t make a move to prop yourself up. “you’re so good to me, baby.” his thrusts slow down and become more pointed, pulling all the way out before slamming right back in and knocking the air out of your lungs.

“j-junmy, i’m c-close,” you manage, pressing back to meet his thrusts. he chuckles as your attempt and stills your hips by holding you tighter. “fuck, baby, ri- fuck!” you can’t hold back your release, gushing all over his dick, your cum running down your legs.

junmyeon follows after you, your release triggering his own. he cums inside of you, filling you up. whatever cum drips out of you gets pushed back in and you writhe at the feeling of being full.

your husband pulls out of you to clean the both of you up, and your body chagrins without his support. junmyeon comes back with a towel and cleans you off, your sensitive body twitching at his touch. “honey, are you okay?” he asks sweetly, pushing your hair out of the way and kissing the back of your neck. when you make a noncommittal sound, he rubs your sore behind. “do you still love me?” he asks, kissing your shoulder.

at that, you open your eyes and lift your head. “always,” you reply, craning your neck for a kiss. you sigh when he places his lips on yours and kisses you sweetly, a 180 from the way he previously handled you.

“i’m sorry,” he mumbles against your mouth, supporting your jaw in his hand. “no more phone calls.” he adds and you smile against his lips. you wouldn’t mind if he took one more, as long as he winded up between your legs again.

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justwritedreams · 5 months

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Thinking of you | Junmyeon

Mafia!Junmyeon x Reader

Word count: 2826 Genre: fluff, angst. Author: maari Warnings: Post-breakup, mention of alcohol Note: I'm not used to writing with him, Sammy used to do that soooo my first story with Junmyeon that I post here 🙈 i got really carried away with this one Request: you could do a oneshot of junmyeon, where he is the mafia boss and in a club he meets his ex girlfriend, who broke up with him because she found out what he works for. they are suffering apart and want to be together! angst and fluffy ⫷ Exo Masterlist

Y/N looked at the dark landscape outside the car completely thoughtful. It had been like this in the last few weeks, she had relived the scene of her breakup countless times and tears always accompanied her.

Was it torture? Possibly.

But it still hurt her so much to remember that she no longer had his arms wrapped around her waist, or the way he always buried his face in her neck to smell the sweet perfume he loved for her to wear.

She swallowed the urge to cry once again, she had chosen to break up because it was the best thing to do in the situation she had found herself in.

She loved him so much, she didn't even know how it was possible to love someone that much, but she couldn't be with him. As much as she wanted to.

That night in particular she had promised her best friend that she would do everything she could to have a little fun and forget about the crack that had lodged itself in her heart since then, well either it was that or her friend would have dragged her by force to “live a little ”, in her friend’s words she should stop being so miserable.

Of course, not even her friends or family knew why she broke up with him, or else things would get worse.

But going to the club reminded her of all the nights she went out with him, especially the night they met. So even though she was fighting not to think about him, the memories came.

She took a deep breath as she got out of her friend's car, smiling lightly at her to assure her she was okay, or at least pretend like she was.

As soon as she entered the club, she felt an icy wind and a chill down her spine, she hugged her body and swallowed hard as she tried to shake off the clouds of memories that invaded her head.

She had barely arrived and she already knew it was a bad idea to go there.

She and her friend went to a high table that was empty, they talked a little while observing the place, Y/N's anxious eyes looked for a single person and her reason said that it would be better if he wasn't there.

As time went on, the music got slightly louder and the place got a little more crowded.

“Tae!” Y/N's friend called a boy with her hand, as soon as he turned and found her, he smiled widely.

"What are you doing here?" He asked as he approached her to hug her, he was accompanied by another boy. “This is Jinyoung, my friend.” he introduced and the boy extended his hand to shake both of them.

“This is Y/N, my best friend.”

Y/N smiled at the two of them and when she shook Jinyoung's hand her eyes stopped at his neck.

“Are you a soldier?” She asked, curious.

She recognized the ID necklace anywhere.

“Yes, army lieutenant.” He smiled, proudly.

"Really? My brother is a sergeant, but in the navy.” she explained and he smiled slightly at the answer.

“Y/N comes from a long line of soldiers.” Her best friend commented, smiling when she finally saw her talking.

“And you’re a soldier too?” Jinyoung asked, interested.

She laughed, shaking her head.

“No, I’m the only one who has a boring job.” She joked and got a laugh from the soldier.

Y/N had a lively conversation with Jinyoung, her best friend and Tae left them alone with the excuse of going dancing.

Jinyoung was pleasant to talk to and had a captivating smile, he didn't take his eyes off her and even though she was shy, she wasn't uncomfortable. Although her initial plan hadn't taken into account going out with a guy that night, she wasn't depriving herself of wanting to get to know him better.

But she had one small problem. The ex that wouldn't leave her sober mind.

That's why she decided to do what anyone in her position would do, drink until the image of her ex's eyes evaporated from her mind along with all the walls she had built around herself since the breakup.

She excused herself from Jinyoung, telling him that she would go to the bar and come back soon, he quickly patted her arm.

When she arrived, she looked at the drinks. She wasn't that big a fan of alcohol but she knew that the only way to forget about him was to do it.

“Double whiskey, please.” she asked the bartender who nodded before leaving to get her drink.

“Whiskey?” Y/N felt every hair on her body stand up and her legs trembled. “I always thought you preferred wine.”

She swallowed hard and the bartender returned, holding out the glass which Y/N quickly took, feeling her hands go cold.

Without any courage, she turned around and saw him standing next to her. She had to lock her jaw so a sigh wouldn't escape her lips.

He was still intoxicating.

His slightly wavy dark hair didn't fall entirely into his eyes, his face was hard and serious with his eyes fixed on her, he was wearing a white silk blouse with the first few buttons open that left a part of his chest exposed so that the necklace he wore sparkled. The necklace she had given him.

He wore a black vest and she couldn't resist continuing to analyze, her eyes went down to the black pants he wore and the expensive shoes.

It wasn't possible for a man to be as beautiful as him, it must be a crime.

Although he knew very well about crimes…

When her eyes returned to his face, he saw the slight smile that threatened to break.

“Not everything is what it seems.” She spoke quietly, unable to control how weak her voice sounded. “You know this better than me, Suho.”

She wasn't used to calling him by that name, he would always be Junmyeon to her.

Her Junmyeon.

But Suho was his battle name and since she discovered that, she used the name a few times just to speak to all the hurt she felt for having been betrayed.

Feeling the world around her spin in a spiral, she left without waiting for his response and returned to the table feeling watched.

Jinyoung greeted her with a smile and she did the same before downing the glass, drinking the whiskey in one gulp, making the poor boy next to her get a little scared.

The liquid ran down Y/N's throat but nothing was as strong and intense as Junmyeon's eyes staring at her from the other side of the club.

She didn't want to be the worst person in the world but she couldn't follow what Jinyoung said, she also didn't want to return Junmyeon's gaze but it was an impossible task.

Mainly because he divided the attention of his eyes between her and Jinyoung, as if he was reading what was happening between them.

During their relationship, he was never jealous because Y/N always assured him that her eyes were always on him, that no other boy would take her focus away from him.

But now they were no longer together and there was a slightly strong soldier beside her.

Yes, he had identified that he was a soldier before even noticing the identification necklace he wore.

People like him had training to recognize soldiers and police from miles away.

And when Y/N didn't look back, she lost the chance to see the fear in his eyes.

Y/N has always been a very correct woman, she was taught to be like that by her family, war heroes who had respect and principle.

And Junmyeon was the opposite of all that. He wasn't honorable and definitely not a hero, he was nothing that she really deserved it.

It was clear that after she had broken up with him, when she discovered the illicit work he did, he was afraid of losing her for good.

Not because his enemies could go after her, firstly, he would never let that happen, secondly, he had some of his men protecting her in secret to prevent that.

But because he knew she could find someone better than him easily, she just snapped her fingers and a line of men would form.

Because, after everything that had been said between them, he imagined that she would look for someone with the same principles as hers.

Someone very different from him.

And well, a soldier was exactly what he imagined she would find.

He just didn't think it would be so difficult to see her around a man other than him.

But Junmyeon didn't even know what was going on in her head, even though she was looking at Jinyoung attentively, she wasn't listening to a word he was saying.

What was happening inside her was a real battle.

She knew it was wrong and dangerous, but seeing him there only concluded what her heart already knew, she was still crazy about him.

Even if his work or business, she still didn't know how to say it, went against everything she believed in, it was impossible for her feelings not to speak louder.

Jinyoung was a correct and honest man, from what little they talked she concluded that, she only had one problem: he was not Junmyeon.

Even though he was just as handsome, knowing that her ex was there watching her nullified any less friendly thoughts she might have had with Jinyoung.

Y/N felt her head spinning, there were many reasons, and the alcohol she had spilled wasn’t the only one. In fact, she had only made her situation worse because she had been drinking to forget her ex-boyfriend and here she was, remembering him more vividly.

“Y/N is everything okay?” Jinyoung asked, worried, seeing her face suddenly turn white.

She took a deep breath, nodding.

“Yeah, I just…” she looked at the bar where he was, Junmyeon didn’t even blink when he looked at her. Even from afar she felt how intense his eyes still were. “I need some air.” she confirmed, looking away from Jinyoung.

“Do you need me to…” he let the sentence die in the air and she smiled slightly

She brought her hand to his arm and gently stroked it.

“It’s okay, I just need 5 minutes alone.”

He nodded, placing his hand over hers, understanding what she was saying.

Y/N left feeling the air running out of her lungs as if she had run a marathon and when she finally found the exit of the club, she closed her eyes feeling the first tear run down her face.

She had promised herself that she would try to be strong, she even tried to convince herself that she didn't feel what she felt for Junmyeon - a failed attempt to forget him - but she didn't count on finding him there.

In fact, she didn't even imagine one day meeting him again. After the harsh words she used, she thought he would never talk to her again.

Y/N looked for a corner to sit down, hugging her legs to cry in silence.

It hurt her to be away from him, more than she had imagined. But it hurt even more to be so close and at the same time so far away from him.

She was so wrapped up in her own pain that she didn't notice when he crouched down beside her.

"Don't cry, please." he pleaded and she sobbed. “You know I can’t stand it.”

Y/N lifted her head with her face soaked, looking to the side and seeing him grimacing in pain.

She kept her eyes fixed on him as Junmyeon raised his hand to dry her face with his fingertips, making Y/N close her eyes at the gentle touch.

She had missed that. Much more than she should have.

"I can't."

"What?" He caressed her face for a longer time, making her open her eyes.

“I can’t look at you and forget everything I know.” she admitted, hurt.

Junmyeon gave in, fingers retracting to cease the caress.

Y/N sighed and stood up, pushing him away completely. Ready to get out of there, she just didn't expect him to step in front of her, stopping her from going.

“I'm still the same.”

She laughed in disbelief and tried to pass, but he held her arm without hurting her and brought her closer so she could look into his eyes.

“I’m still who I’ve always been with you.”

Y/N felt her breathing became labored for two reasons, he was too close that she could feel his breath against her face, and because his eyes didn't lie.

And that disconcerted her, broke all the arguments she could have and that she had rehearsed in her head.

“You have a side that I never imagined and that I don’t agree with!” She tried to speak a little more firmly, her rational side was being drowned out by her heart at that moment.

She was finally where she wanted, in his arms.

“This is just business, Y/N.”

"Business?" she asked, frowning. “A mafia is not a business, Junmyeon, it is a sect. One from which you will never be free because you’re the boss.”

"You’re right!" he agreed, seriously. “But look into my eyes.”

She looked away, shaking her head. That was why one of his hands released her arm and went to her chin, making her look at him.

“Look into my eyes and say you don’t see how much I love you.” he begged and she was silent. “If you say that you don't see how much I need you then that's fine, I'll let you go into the arms of a guy who has the same principles, who is your hero.”

Y/N felt her eyes water.

He was her hero long before she found out where his money came from.

"I cant do it." She spoke quietly, shrugging her shoulders.

"And why not?"

“Because I would be denying the whole truth, including that my love for you also exists.”

The corners of his lips threatened to lift into a sad yet happy smile, all he needed to hear was how much she still loved him, the rest they could take care of later.

He could find a way out as long as he was with her.

Without having anything to say, Junmyeon put his hand on the back of her head, making her goosebumps rise from head to toe, she knew what was coming and didn't stop it.

He brought his face closer to her, without taking his eyes off her because he wanted to make sure she wanted it so much as him and when he didn't see any sign to the contrary, he sealed their lips.

Y/N sighed, resting her hands on his chest as she closed her eyes at the feeling of his warm lips once again against hers.

Junmyeon's hand went down her arms to her waist, hugging her with a certain desperation as he moved his lips slowly, as if he was discovering her again.

Junmyeon tilted his head to the side as he opened his mouth to deepen the kiss, all Y/N could do was grab the vest he was wearing tightly as their tongues met, eager for the sensual dance they were in accustomed.

Y/N's entire body seemed to light up, she felt so warm and so alive, it was as if she had awakened from a deep, cold sleep.

Their kiss became more desperate, causing him to press her against any surface he could find in the dark, which ended up being the club wall itself.

Completely panting, they separate, he even takes her lips in one last kiss before touching their foreheads.

“I've been thinking about you every second.” he spoke quietly and Y/N kept her eyes closed, her legs still wobbly. “I can’t live without you, Y/N.”

She smiled sideways, put her hands on his shoulders and then opened her eyes, looked at his red and swollen lips before moving up to his eyes, Junmyeon looked at her with a sparkle in his eyes.

“I could be making the biggest mistake of my life.” She sighed, reaching up to caress his face when she saw him frown. “But if I had to choose you a thousand times, I would.”

He smiled restrainedly.

“It was always you, Junmyeon. Always."

“You’re my eternal love,” he said firmly. “And you always will be.”

She smiled before pulling his face for another kiss that wouldn't be the last that night.

Was it wrong? Maybe, but everything she believed in didn't make any difference when she was with him or thinking about him.

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synthetickitsune · 6 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#exo reactions #exo scenarios #exo imagines #exo x reader #x-exo #exo angst #suho x reader #junmyeon x reader #suho scenario #suho angst #drabble angst

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decantingstxrs · 1 year

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prompt from @jasminesfury‘s dating in secret list: “C showing up at A’s door (bc they got broken up with or got fired or something) while they’re hooking up with B and then having to hide B in their flat.”

this turned out to be a lot longer and more in depth than what is normal for this blog but idrc tbh lol. hope yall enjoy <3

pairing: junmyeon x fem! reader wc: 652

junmyeon’s face is buried deep between your legs, focusing completely on your pussy. your fingers are tangled in his black hair, tugging ever so slightly whenever his tongue hit just the right spot. which was quite often.

“god fucking damn it. you’re so good at this.” you groan, bucking your hips. he says something you can’t make out, but his voice vibrating against your core has you shuddering against him.

you hear a couple of short knocks on your door, snapping you out of your trance. “come on, right fucking now?”

“i’m sure it’s just the mail,” junmyeon says quickly before taking your clit in between his lips. you can’t help but moan loudly when he sucks it, rolling his tongue around it as he spreads you further.

“y-yeah. probably dropping something off.” you say, assuring more yourself than him. right as junmyeon starts to finger you, the knocking becomes more erratic as your phone starts to ring. you groan to yourself when you recognize the ringtone as your friend’s. whining, you push junmyeon off of you.

“who is it?”

“it’s my friend, i think they’re the one knocking,” you huff as you pull your pants up. “could they come at a worse time?”

“i know you didn’t.”

“oh shut up,” even more knocking rings through your apartment. “god, GIVE ME A SECOND PLEASE!”

“what should i-”

“stay in here. i’m gonna lock it so no funny business.” before junmyeon can respond, you’re already slamming and locking your bedroom.

at the door you’re met with your friend, crying their eyes out. “oh no.”

“my crush rejected me!” they wail as they pull you into a hug. you awkwardly pat their shoulder, letting them lament about what happened. you’re only half listening, consistently looking at your door, thinking about who’s behind it.

you felt bad for not properly listening, but you can’t help but think of junmyeon. how even though you’ve been with him all day, you wanted more and more of him. wanted to feel his tongue, his fingers, his lips, his cock. again and again and again.

eventually you notice the crying has ceased. you look down, seeing your friend wiping their eyes with a tissue. “you doing okay?”

“yeah, i think so,” they say. you nod, standing to lead them out of your apartment. however, they stayed sitting on the couch. “you wanna order a pizza and watch something? or whatever.”

“uh...” you look at your wrist as if a watch was there. “i wish i could, but i forgot i have a meeting in 10 minutes.”

“at six pm?”

“um... it’s an overseas client. you know those timezones and stuff,” you say a little too quickly. “but hey, how about we get a drink after? i can meet at your place in about an hour. maybe more, but i don’t know.”

“i can stick around-”

“no, it’s okay. you need to get ready anyway! i’ll text you when i’m done, bye!” you explain as you slowly push them out of your apartment. after slamming the door, they pipe up:

“okay!”

once you’re sure they’re gone, you let out a sigh of relief. when you unlock your door, you see junmyeon sitting on the bed. he’s on his phone, but quickly puts it down as soon as he sees you.

“a meeting?” he asks, stifling a laugh.

“shush, it was the first thing that came to my mind.” you respond as you shimmy out of your pants, tossing them aside.

“right,” you playfully smack junmyeon in the shoulder, laying on the bed. “so, you said an hour till meet them?”

“maybe more.”

“good to know. anyway, where were we?” he always knew how to make you complete putty in his hands. biting your lip, you spread your legs. “there we go. wet as always.”

“oh come on, just do it already.”

“if you insist sweetheart.” then he delves downward once more.

#suho x reader #junmyeon x reader #exo smut #exo scenarios #exo imagine #exo imagines #exo scenario #exo fanfiction #junmyeon scenarios #junmyeon smut #suho scenarios #suho scenario #suho smut #suho imagine #suho imagines #junmyeon imagine #exo blurb

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cxsmicmyeon · 1 year

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MORNINGS WITH YOU ; KJM

kim junmyeon x gn! reader

you and junmyeon’s first morning together.

genre: simple tooth-rotting fluff <3 wordcount: 702 warnings: none

author’s note: this is something i’ve been thinking about for a long time. like the domesticity of doing your morning routine with your partner? a need. i had to write this drabble to encapsulate my desires, so enjoy <3

Morning eludes you at times.

Countless times you have found yourself waking way past ten, but not with Junmyeon.

He prides himself on being an early riser, always managing to wake up at 8:30 no matter what time he goes to bed the night before. Not to mention him immediately wanting to begin his day productively.

This was something completely foreign to you.

Unless you had to do something in the morning, you always spent the beginning hours of your day wrapped in blankets and mindlessly scrolling. It was difficult to get out of bed some days, but that was how you liked it.

Not your boyfriend.

Last night was the first time you ever spent the night at Junmyeon’s place. It was blissful: falling asleep in his arms while he read to you. Since you were a light sleeper, you felt him getting out of bed, tiredly pouting because you wanted him wrapped around you like the night before.

“Good morning,” he says, voice still heavy with sleep. You smile when he kisses you on the cheek, the softness of his lips echoing on your skin.

“Baby...” you hum, not opening your eyes. “Come back to bed.”

“Can’t. Gotta get ready.” He shakes you slightly, causing you to whine out. You give in and open your eyes, suddenly happy that you did so.

His hair was messy in that cute way it always was when he just wakes up. He also was wearing one of your favorite garments of his, an old wrinkly college sweatshirt you had only just recently returned to him.

“There you are.” You giggle, reaching your arms out. He smiles, long dimples protruding from his face. He grabs your hands, pulling you so you’re now sitting up.

“You’re so pretty in the morning.” He whispers, kissing you on the forehead.

“Says you.”

Junmyeon brings you to the bathroom where all of your stuff is neatly laid out. You put on your spa headband, making sure all of your stray hairs are tucked away before turning the faucet on and splashing water onto your face.

Junmyeon brushes his teeth as you spread your cleanser all over your face, looking at yourself in the mirror to make sure every part is covered. What you don’t notice is your boyfriend watching you, a slight smile on his face.

He spits his toothpaste into the sink and rinses his toothbrush before you go to rinse the cleanser off. As you pat your face dry, you see your boyfriend struggling to push his hair back to wash his own face.

“Do you need one of these?” You ask, pointing to your headband. He hesitates before nodding. “You can borrow mine, for now, but we’ll go get one for you today.”

You remove your headband and put it on Junmyeon. As you push his hair back and slide the headband up, you look into his eyes, admiring the twinkle swimming in his irises. You adjust the headband a bit; once you’re satisfied you give him a kiss on the lips. “Perfect.”

Junmyeon looks in the mirror, inspecting his appearance. “I don’t look half bad.” You giggle.

“Hold on, don’t move.” You say, voice muffled because of the toothpaste in your mouth. You quickly run out of the bathroom, toothbrush sticking out of your mouth as you grab your phone, opening the camera app. He already knows what you’re going to do, opting to strike a pose right when you come back.

“Smile!” You chuckle, snapping a few photos before going back to brushing your teeth.

“How do I look?” Junmyeon questions.

You spit the paste into the sink, rinsing your toothbrush as you look up at him once more. “Adorable.”

“Told you.”

“Oh shut up.”

Shockingly enough, you convince Junmyeon to come back to bed with you and relax for a couple more hours. You snuggle into his chest, pulling blankets over you as he searches for a video on his tablet for the two of you to watch.

You zone out as the people in the video go on about whatever, opting to simply think about your Junmyeon. And wanting to spend every single morning waking up next to him forevermore.

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starillusion13 · 10 months

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EXO PLANET

One-shots

BAMBI - Byun Baekhyun

Our Angel - B.Bh

Four Seasons of Love - Park Chanyeol

Are you jealous? - B.Bh

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Series

“ This is not your usual party.”

Synopsis: Getting invitation to a Grand Party is giving you mixed feelings of fear and excitement. But why the hell it has mentioned to have your presence as the compulsion in the private party!

Pairing: OT8 x reader (There won't be such undesirable scenes for Chen and there will be a special appearance of a character.)

COMING SOON......

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[Parallel stories for individual characters]

Individual Stories in EXO Planet

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Kim Minseok

“ Don’t you wanna let me in?”

Pairing: Xiumin x reader ( background poly)

COMING SOON......

Kim Junmyeon

“Your beauty is sparkling even with no makeup.”

Pairing: Suho x reader ( background poly)

COMING SOON......

Byun Baekhyun

“Hear me out my love!”

Pairing: Baekhyun x reader ( background poly)

COMING SOON......

Kim Jongdae

“Maybe another day, I will tell you my secret.”

Pairing: Chen x reader ( background poly)

COMING SOON......

Park Chanyeol

“A monster can also have a Cinderella like you.”

Pairing: Chanyeol x reader ( background poly)

COMING SOON......

Do Kyungsoo

“Everything you say, I will make you regret it.”

Pairing: Kyungsoo x reader ( background poly)

COMING SOON......

Kim Jongin

“Have you tasted the mixture of Cream & Soda?”

Pairing: Kai x reader ( background poly)

COMING SOON......

Oh Sehun

“The Oh in my name is for people when they are love fool for me.”

Pairing: Sehun x reader ( background poly)

COMING SOON......

Network: @cultofdionysusnet @k-vanity

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chanyeolsbiggestfangirl · 10 months

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Synopsis:- Born and raised in a seafaring community inhabiting a small island away from mainland, you’ve always heard legends whispered on those starry nights around the housefires, legends about the formidable creatures out there in the world. You always passed them on as mere stories told to the children by their law abiding parents, fearful of the wrath of the beings shrouded in myth and mystery. When your ship is tossed by the vengeful waves of the sea and you’re on the verge of dying, the myth you never bothered to believe in, saves you. But you’re almost sure that there’s more to the mysterious, handsome male and the more you spend your time with him, the more you want to push away those doubts. Sparks turn into flame, all the while a sinister shadow gathers at the horizon. What happens now?

Pairing:- Merman! Suho X Female Reader

Type:- Oneshot?

Genre:- Smut, Fantasy, EXO Planet AU, World Building AU.

COMING SOON

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mybiasisexo · 3 months

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Numbers 58 & 69 with Junmyeon and Yixing

Together 🪞

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

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

DRABBLE GAME | MASTERLIST

“Nervous?”

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

You shiver from the contact.

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

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

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

“That you do, Junmyeon.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The silence is deafening.

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

His hands leave you, hanging limply at his sides.

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

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

You deserve that.

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

“Yixing—”

He storms out of the room.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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blu-joons · 2 years

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Night Time Routine ~ Kim Junmyeon

Your smile grew in size as soon as you walked into the bathroom to see Junmyeon waiting for you, leant against the sink basin. His hand lifted slowly, extending your toothbrush out to you which he had already taken out of the holder on the wall, with toothpaste in the other hand.

You held your brush out to Junmyeon as he placed some toothpaste onto your brush before doing the same with his own. His free hand pressed against your hip as you both began to brush, meeting one another’s eyes with wide smiles on your face.

There was nothing uncomfortable for the two of you as you studied one another’s smiles, feeling as content as ever with each other. After two minutes was up, you leant over the sink, feeling a hand move from your waist, grabbing your hair as you cleared your mouth.

“Y/N,” Junmyeon chuckled as you lifted your head back up, dropping your hair and brushing the corner of your mouth with the pad of his thumb. “How do you still manage to dribble toothpaste when you’re so old?”

Your hand tickled against his waist in reply as you wiped over your mouth whilst Junmyeon cleared his mouth too. Once you were both done, Junmyeon moved back to the cupboard, reaching up to your shelf of toiletries and picking up your hairbrush.

“Do you want me to brush it for you tonight?”

“I’d love that, I’m too sleepy to do it myself.”

A chuckle came from Junmyeon as he turned you around so that your back was facing him, bringing your hair behind your shoulders. He was careful as he began to brush through your hair, catching a few small knots which you let him know about.

“Have you washed your face tonight?” Junmyeon asked you whilst getting towards the end of brushing your hair, “I’ll tie it back if you still need to rinse it off for a moment.”

“I’ve not washed it yet,” you smiled weakly, “but I think I’m too tired to bother tonight. That is unless someone else fancies doing it for me,” you hinted, catching Junmyeon’s eyes rolling out of the corner of your eye.

His head shook as you nudged your elbow back against his chest. “I offered to brush your hair and now it suddenly seems as if I’m doing your whole routine for you,” he sighed, expecting nothing less from you, “you’re lucky that you’re cute.”

You nodded proudly as Junmyeon placed your brush back once he was done, taking your hairband and face wash out. He began to run warm water to fill the sink up whilst passing your hairband to you and taking your flannel off of the back of the bathroom door.

Junmyeon made sure that you stood back as he checked the temperature of the water before splashing your face. You stood perfectly still as he then took your face wash, lathering it up in his hands before applying it to your face, moving his hands around in gentle circular motions.

“You look great,” he teased once he was finished, rinsing his hands off. You shot a glare across at him, catching a glance of yourself in the mirror where the green in your face wash had coloured your face, something that seemed to bring several light chuckles out of Junmyeon.

As he warmed your flannel in the water, your hands held onto his hips. “No funny business,” you warned him, “I know exactly what you’re like when you get an idea in your head.”

Junmyeon held his hands up innocently before placing one of them underneath your chin, picking your flannel up with the other. He held your head in position, smoothly moving your flannel along your chin, then around your cheeks, covering your forehead and your nose before placing it back in the sink, with your face now spotless.

“I think we’re done,” Junmyeon smiled, pulling the plug out from the sink. “Shall we head to bed?” He asked you as you dried your face off, nodding in reply back across to him.

Whilst you finished up in the bathroom, Junmyeon entered your bedroom, drawing the curtains and pulling the duvet back. You arrived just as he turned your bedside lamps on, pointing to the main light switch for you to turn off before tucking yourself under the duvet.

“What do you reckon? Do we need anything else?” Junmyeon asked you, joining you under the duvet as soon as your head shook in reply to him, content with everything.

The moment he laid down on the mattress, your body turned to the right and started to tuck into Junmyeon’s side. He slid down the bed with his arm in the air, expecting you to cuddle him as soon as he laid down, knowing you too well.

“Your face is sparkling,” Junmyeon teased as you tilted your head back to look up at him, “whoever washed your face tonight must have done an incredible job to make you look this good.”

Your eyes rolled as he sung his own praises, expecting nothing less from Junmyeon. Admittedly, your face did feel refreshed, but you could never bring yourself to say that aloud and give Junmyeon the satisfaction of knowing that he’d done a good job.

“Time to get some rest,” Junmyeon suggested, pressing a kiss against the top of your head, brushing his hand loosely through your hair too. “Do you want to watch something, or do you fancy just closing your eyes right now instead?”

“I’d rather listen to someone sing than watch something,” you smirked, sending Junmyeon a knowing glance. “I mean, you’ve taken such good care of me so far tonight, why stop now when I’m still awake a little bit.”

Junmyeon’s head shook at just how bold you were, “why do you make it so impossible for me to be able to say no to you, it’s so unfair.”

“I didn’t do anything,” you protested, “all I did was ask and look up at you.”

His head nodded in agreement with you, “but your eyes just seem to have some sort of power that means that I constantly find myself nodding my head at you.”

“I can’t help that my eyes make you feel that way,” you smiled, “that’s on you.”

His eyes continued to stare down at you, “why can’t you ask me these things whilst not looking at me so that I can say no?”

“Because I don’t want for you to say no, which is why I look at you.”

Junmyeon could only smile back across at you as you began to list off of a few of your favourite songs. There were plenty that you loved to hear Junmyeon sing, his voice was something that you never tired of listening to.

There were plenty of songs that Junmyeon was thinking about too, knowing which ones were a dead cert to be able to help you get off to sleep and encourage you to close your eyes.

“What about if I sing you one of the ones off of Grey Suit?” Junmyeon suggested, “you loved that album when it came out.”

Your head nodded in reply to him, “honestly, you could have suggested any song to me, and I would have said yes.”

“I had a feeling you’d agree to anything too,” he smirked, “my voice seems to be your weakness.”

Your smile widened at how well Junmyeon knew you, “it’s your fault for having such a good voice, especially at night too.”

“With your eyes and my voice, I think we’re both to blame.”

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mulloey · 2 years

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protector • kjm

He likes to press his hands against the glass that separates them, so that he can almost touch her. Can almost run his rough, dirtied fingers along that pure, unsullied skin. Can almost thread his fingers through her hair and pull on it, ever so slightly, to hear her whine in pain. To soothe and comfort her, to make her love him, need him like he does her. But he cannot. And he will not. That is why the glass is there.

Sometimes she breathes against it, a small, gentle breath, so that she can draw small messages into the condensation. Sometimes they’re in a language he understands; she asks him questions, answers his, or draws tiny pictures for him. Sometimes, though, when she seems flat and empty and hopeless, she writes in a different script, one which seems more familiar to her. She writes short, bleak sentences with no punctuation, and there are no pictures. It makes him want to hold her, to kiss her hair and find out what’s wrong, what has upset her so, but he cannot, because he knows that the answer is him.

She is asleep when he comes this morning, curled up in a little ball, tiny hands clutching at her blanket. He watches as her chest rises and falls, as she breathes in and out, in and out, in, out, in, out. It’s a good reminder of why there is glass between them — the class also separates her from the rest of the world, the cold, cruel world which would only seek to hurt her, ruin her, take all of her that is beautiful and turn it into something else, something more acceptable. And he cannot allow that to happen. He cannot allow them near his girl, to even think of her, so they cannot know she exists. And she doesn’t, not to the world, because she is his. And she looks so pretty when she sleeps. So, so pretty.

He runs his hands down his chest and pretends it is hers. Presses a small kiss to the glass, level with her face as if they’re touching. And when she slowly wakes, he makes sure their eyes meet. He whispers good morning. She mouths it back. They are safe from the world.

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a/n;; (Something I wrote with suho in mind - I guess a messed up idea of the guardian role. Obviously I do not think he would do any of this. Maybe this is more x-exo?? Idk. I might make a full thing of this or based on it but for now here. I wrote this in like 15 minutes and haven’t proofread it but just pretend I have. Love<3) (how do I format on tumblr) (lol please interact)

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eomayas · 8 months

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quickie junmy blurb ??

wants & needs • kjm [req]

pairing: junmyeon x f!reader, established relationship

genre: SMUT 18+!!!!!! minors DNI!!!!!

warnings: SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI!! p in v, oral (f receiving), fingering, praise, dirty talk, lowkey softdom!suho. unedited

“j-junmy, somebody could walk in!” you gasp as he curls his fingers inside of you. you’re quite literally out in the open; the practice room being used for something other than it’s intended purpose.

“then you need to cum quickly, huh?” he asks, kissing your neck and pumping his fingers in and out of you at a quicker pace. you pant out a moan and tangle a hand in your hair, conflicted between getting off and making him stop. “focus on me.” he snaps, grabbing your jaw in his free hand. you clench around his fingers and junmyeon smiles, placing a wet kiss on your jaw.

sighing as he kisses down your neck and to your bra-covered chest. you push at the crown of his head when he sucks on your flesh. “myeonnie,” you purr, looking down at him with lust filled eyes. you push on his head again and he lifts his mouth form your chest.

“say it.”

blood rushes to your cheeks and you clench around his fingers that have stopped moving. junmyeon lifts an eyebrow, encouraging you to ask for what you want. despite being together for a long time, you always got shy when it came to asking for what you wanted during sex face to face like this. “i-i need you,” you opt, sliding a hand through his hair and down his face.

“where?”

you buck your hips up and junmyeon retracts his hand from inside of you, making you whine and pull on his hair. “junmy!” you cry. he only shrugs and you huff, sliding down the mirror and lying flat on your back. you spread your legs wider, letting him see your glistening core. “i want you to e-eat it.” you say, and he responds by kissing the inside of your knee. you worry that he’s gonna tease you until you feel his warm breath on your pussy, a soft kiss placed on your inner thigh.

junmyeon licks from your hole to up to your clit experimentally before simply devouring you, alternative between sucking on your clit and flicking it with his tongue. you let out an exceptionally loud moan and throw hand over your mouth, the other tangled in his hair. your back arches off the floor and you know you’ll have back pain after this, but that isn’t on the forefront of your brain.

his nose bumps your clit as he swirls his tongue around your folds. “m-myeon!” your voice cracks and you buck your hips up into his face. junmyeon hooks his arms around your thighs to keep you in place and throws your legs over his shoulders to get (impossibly) closer to you. “fuck, jun!” you moan, a broken cry emitting from your lips.

the sounds of him slurping you up reverberate off of the practice rooms walls, the amplified sound clouding your brain and making your squirm under him. “hold still,” he mumbles, not lifting his mouth from your mound. you whimper in response, having nothing to anchor yourself to making you thrash around.

if only he wasn’t so busy, you’d be getting head on a comfortable bed. but you have to make do with what you’ve got, and this is about as good as it’s going to get until his schedule miraculously gets less busy.

“junmy, i-i’m-” you cut yourself off and thrust your hips into his face, an apology immediately tumbling from your lips when you look down and see him glaring up at you.

junmyeon pins your hips down and suckles on your clit, wanting to get you to your release. you let out a strangled cry of his name and he continues on with his ministrations until you’re crying out in a way that he knows better than any other sound in this world, your toes curling and back arching off of the floor.

he’s methodical in the way he licks up your arousal, careful to not get any on the floor so he doesn’t have to clean up and explain to his bandmates why only one single spot had to be cleaned.

“w-wait, jun!” you squirm, trying to press your thighs closed, thus caging your boyfriend between your legs. he chuckles against your core and makes you whimper.

“alright, let me out,” he jokes, forcing your legs open and sitting up on his knees. you look up at him with wide eyes and junmyeon gives you soft smile before giving you a sweet kiss, spreading your arousal all over your lips, though you don't care.

"junmy," you mumble, tangling a hand in the hair at the nape of his neck. his group members should be here soon, and you both know it. but you want more—need more. "i... want more. want you." you kiss the corner of his mouth and litter open-mouthed kisses along his jaw before kissing underneath his ear.

junmyeon melts into you for a moment before sighing and pulling back, looking down at his watch. "baby, they'll be here soon," he says, but you're wrapping your legs around his waist, your bare core rubbing against his pants.

"so," oh, how the tables have turned. you drag your nails lightly down his back and grind against his thigh. junmyeon digs his finger into your sides and looks down at your pathetic attempts to get off. cute. “myeonie, baby, please?”

he chews on his bottom lip for a second before grunting and hoisting you up, and wrapping his arms securely around you. he carries you over to the wall and backs you into you, wedging you between it’s flat surface and his body. junmyeon shimmies his pants and boxers down far enough, and gives you half a warning before he rams his cock into you. "quiet," he grunts when you let out a rather loud shout of his name.

you hook your ankles around his back and cover your mouth with a hand as he fucks into you relentlessly, trying to make it as quick as he can before somebody walks in. the threat of that happening kind of turns you on, though you won't be the one to tell him. "j-jun," your cries are muffled behind your hand, and he meets your gaze with a lopsided grin.

"look at us fucking in the p-practice room like teenagers," he pants, a light chuckle leaving his lips. you have half the brain to respond, your free hand caressing the side of his face lovingly. "love you."

"i love you too," you whimper, his dick prodding at your cervix. with every thrust, your body jolts upwards, sliding up and down the wall. your breasts jiggle in your bra, and junmyeon falls into mini trance as he watches them, wondering why he didn't undress you further. "s-shit." you cry, lolling your head to the side.

"look at me," he groans, squeezing the flesh of your ass in his large palms. with a small gasp, you focus your attention on him, your eyes in a permanent squint as he drives his cock into you. "we're running out of time, baby," he warns, his own release making itself known.

your hand flies to your middle and you start rubbing at your clit. "does it feel good?"

"so good, baby," you whimper, biting your bottom lip. junmyeon lets out a quiet moan that comes from the back of his throat as he watches you.

"you drive me crazy," he admits, his voice shaky. you only squeak out an another 'i love you', the familiar feeling forming at the pit of your stomach. you clench around junmyeon and his hips stutter, his thrusts becoming a bit sloppier and his arms starting to give. "f-fuck, angel. i'm almost there."

he pounds into you with enough force to make you squeeze your eyes shut in pleasure. junmyeon talks you through it, bringing you over the edge and following near moments later.

"oh my god," you pant as he helps you to your feet. junmyeon gives you a sloppy kiss and grabs your discarded clothes. if he had the decency to check his watch, he'd know that his members should have started arriving four minutes ago, and would be scrambling to get himself proper. but instead he takes his time, peppering kisses all over your face and helping you dress.

he feels lucky when he opens the door to the practice room and sees only kai, who's buried in his phone with headphones on his head. "i'll see you later, baby," you say softly, giving him a quick peck on the lips before saying hello to kai and scampering off.

junmyeon goes through the practice session with ease that his members rarely see, but none of them tease him for it. no, they spare his embarrassment for that, since nothing could be worse than the giant cum stain on his sweats.

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justwritedreams · 9 months

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Hellooo can you do a headcanon with Suho??

He invites a “friend” to his mozart show ( he has a crush on her) and she’s a famous foreign model, so they met for the first time, and had a great chemestry….

my first time writing with Suho

Ok let's start from the beginning

It all started when you shared the video of the couple that Suho sang Let's Love at their wedding ceremony

Somehow you knew that song

But the fact that the singer himself personally went to sing at a fan's wedding was just too sweet

And you needed to share

It take many comments for you to start listening to Suho's albums

Even because nothing better than curiosity to discover new things, right?

And then you discover exo

And then attracted even more fan sympathy towards you

Who managed to let Suho know that you were listening to his songs

He already knew you

You had already appeared in the same editorials of some magazines

He had already seen you walk in some fashion shows

You had already taken pictures with some Korean celebrities he knew

He just didn't know that you not only knew his songs but also liked them

And praised him on your social media!

It was enough for you to follow each other on social networks

And become "Instagram friends"

While Suho sent you copies of his solo or exo's albums

You shared with him about the work you did in different countries

You both kinda "slide into each other DM"

And well, it wasn't that hard for you two to develop a crush on each other

Suho is a great person to talk to so it was easy for you to get close to him

And you followed all his preparation for the musical

So it wasn't really a surprise when he asked you to go to the premiere

But that doesn't mean you weren't nervous

Not just because you were nervous for him, but because it was your first time seeing each other in person!

And well, he was considerate enough to give you a front row invite

Unfortunately you couldn't go backstage before the musical so you end up having to go straight to the show

Without being able to talk to him, or try to calm him down

Because yes, he was more nervous than usual. Especially knowing you would be there

But when the show started and you saw him for the first time, you didn't even notice that he was nervous.

In fact, he totally captured your attention!

You knew what a good singer he was, but seeing him so close, giving himself body and soul to the character made your heart beat even faster

And when he found you in the audience and smiled almost imperceptibly, your legs were gone!

It was then that you admired the way he shone on stage, how his steady, smooth voice filled your ears

Suho was fascinating to see

You were so immersed in the emotions he was going through that the time of the musical passed in the blink of an eye

And the next thing you know, you're on your feet applauding him tirelessly with a wide smile

And anxiety took over you when he left the stage and one of the staff came up to you, asking you to go backstage to meet him

Your hands were sweating so much that even rubbing them against each other didn't stop

But all nervousness or anxiety went away when you saw him

Suho was sweaty, still with strong makeup but suddenly you were shy

He quickly went to greet you and knowing how cold Koreans were considered, you expected a handshake or something

But man… he went straight hugging you

And you were like 😳🤯😧

But you reciprocated because he was so warm, it was hard not to reciprocate

And then you couldn't help but praise his performance and what a great singer he was

This made him smile shyly, but he was very grateful that you were there and watched him

You engaged in such a lively conversation, it didn't even seem like you'd never seen each other before

Okay, you had already talked several times on the phone, but it was different!

He was even funnier in person and you didn't even notice when you put your hand on his arm

The conversation would have lasted all night if not for the staff interrupting to take a photo

And you two readily accepted

He got even closer to you and without letting it appear in the photo, he rested a hand on your back and made a soft caress, almost imperceptible

It was enough for you to smile widely during the photos

And then afterwards, you thought it was time to say goodbye even though you didn't want the night to end

As if he read your thoughts, he asked if you would like to go out to dinner

And you denied? Of course not!

You would happily wait all night so he could change and take off his makeup if it meant being in his presence for a few more hours

And hopefully, maybe a kiss at the end of the date😏

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writingstuffandmore · 2 years

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Little Things..

Pairing: Suho x fem reader (mentioned) ft Baekhyun, Kyungsoo and rest members

Genre: Fluff

AU!: Established relationship, idol au

A/N: Hey people... So, I myself don't know what I have written because I was in the mood to write a domestic au which shifted into this which isn't domestic in nature.. Please do give me feedbacks, people it means a lot!! I hope you will like it.

GIF isn't mine.. Credits to the original creator.

Requested: @proudahgase-got7 requested it. I hope you will like it dear! I am so sorry if this wasn't something you wished to read.

Word count: 988

The bright golden rays were slowly spreading through the narrow spaces of the blinds covering the large window. The once quiet room got disturbed with sound of the alarm indicating it’s time to start the day’s activities but what marked the day’s distinction from others was that both the occupants living had a planned a small surprise for their partners to make up for the lost time and just enjoy the evening and the weekend which followed it. Soon after, the occupants woke up, did their regular routine before heading to their respective offices.

Y/N’s POV:

“Hey Lia, how are you today?” I said while settling down in my cabin.” Lia smiled before speaking “I am okay, how are you? Also, your mood looks different today, hoping for something good for you.”

I laughed a bit before looking back at her trying to match her bubbly energy, “Well, nothing good has happened except for the regulars but I am in the mood to surprise my boyfriend with something sweet. It's been so long since we have spent time togeth-

“What are you planning to do so” Lia wiggled her eyebrows making both of us laugh. “I am planning to order some food and make his favourite dessert.”

“Damn, just thinking about it makes my mouth water. You really make some great food! Um…yummy!!” Lia said while making some sounds as if she is really eating some. “Okay, its time to work.”

Suho’s POV:

“Guys, lets get started for the day!! Phew!” I said while gearing up the day’s practice as our choreographer Kasper came in. “Wow, hyung! You look so energetic today. Whats the reason? Humm?” Baekhyun wiggled his eyebrows that gathered everyone's attention, making him sigh. "Nah, it's just nothing. I just thought to make some time for my girlfriend you know?"

"Well, at least you acknowledge that you have a partner though. Not gonna be exaggerating the stuff but the way you at times act as if you don't have a family to go to. I know you work so hard for us Hyung but at the same time, don't harm your private life for us okay?" Kyungsoo said before all the members nodded their heads in unison.

"Okay! Guilty pleaded but now let's start working people" Suho said and Kasper then lead the members to do some warm up.

You came home by 5 in a rushed manner, throwing stuff here and there before changing the work outfit into the home ones and started preparing your dessert. In the middle of the mixing of ingredients, your phone rang which notified that Lia was calling.

Lia: Dude where are you?

Y/N: At home?

Lia: Uh? Is everything okay?

Y/N: Just wanted to give an unusual surprise to my man haha.

Lia: How are you g-

Y/N: See, usually he is here by 8 or something. The same time as me, okay? So, what I will do is that I will leave the house by 7-ish or something because I know that I still have to complete some work which I will do that and then around 8:15 I will come home back. The advantage point is that we both have keys other than the spare ones.

Lia: umm.. okay? But you know what it kinda sounds stupid but whatever makes you and him happy, it all matters. Okay bye!!

She ended the call and now your whole attention is back to the dessert. Just like how she hoped and planned, the dessert was in the freezer by 10 mins past 7 and she changed her clothes again and walked to her car.

Soon after, a black mercedes was parked in the garage and now a man rushed through the doors of the beautiful house.

"I hope she hasn't come till now and judging the looks of it yeah, she didn't!" The male happily chimed before starting his day's chores.

"How does this light even fit here? Baekhyun told me that I have to uplift this side and push it to the othe- Oh, yes!!! Damn, she could be here any minute. I need to change"

After a few minutes, you returned back to the place but instead of lights being open, the house looked dark."It's strange though.. Suho's car is here but where is he? Maybe, he is busy with a call or something." You shrugged your shoulder before inserting the keys in the key hole, only to be opened by your beloved boyfriend.

"Hey Y/- "Shit, Suho!! You scared me.. who keeps the house like this? My poor heart!!" Suho's sudden voice lead you to have a mini attack.

"Oh, I am so sorry love but you need to see this!!" Suho said as he took your hand in his and ran towards the backyard. "Did the play se-

"Oh my god.. Suho, this is so beautiful!!!" You said while clasping your hands together.

"Did you like it?" He asked while hugging you from behind. "Its really so beautiful bub but you di-

"Shush.. I needed it to because you deserve more than this angel. Trust me when I say that what did I do to deserve you, okay? You have always been there for me, even when at times I acted that I don't have a family, a partner to go at night just because I was busy making sure that everything was perfect a-

"You don't need to explain to me love! Your support and love is that all I need. You supported me in my lows and highs, listened to me, made me food or did anything I said to you even after you had a long day.." you said and reciprocated his hug before sharing a sweet yet passionate kiss.

"Let's enjoy all the time we have before the Monday Blue's arrive.." He said cheekily before kissing your nose. "Aye, aye my darling!!"

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decantingstxrs · 2 years

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having the slowest, filthiest sex with junmyeon is probably your favorite thing in the world, whether it be when you’re riding him or writhing underneath him. ever so giving, he always makes sure to go at the pace that you want so you can feel good.

days where you don’t want to rush anything are days where you’re the most at peace. there’s something about junmyeon’s cock that’s like pure magic, you want to savor that feeling forever and ever.

your mouths and tongues clash together as you get closer to your orgasm, with him rubbing your clit as you wrap your arms around his broad muscular back. oftentimes when you go slower you tend to cum at the same time, which is something you secretly love. there’s something so intimate about chasing an orgasm, but doing it together? heavenly.

he’s absolutely the sweetest afterwords, making sure you go to the bathroom and cleans you up before carrying you back to the bed where you cuddle and talk about nothing before falling asleep.

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cxsmicmyeon · 2 years

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HELLO NEIGHBOR ; KJM

kim junmyeon x fem! reader

the night when you’re running late for a blind date, your shower breaks. frazzled, you run across the hall to your neighbor’s apartment, begging him to use his shower. his acceptance leads the both of you down a path you never expected from a neighbor.

genre: non-idol au! neighbors to lovers, fluff word count: 4.4k warnings: strong language, a really really rude date, some misogynistic comments (during the date), suggestive stuff towards the end (just making out n innuendo hehe)

author’s note: i started this in may and it really took me 5 months to finish it im so sorry agh i love being busy all summer and also during the semester🤪anyways enjoy <3 shoutout to my favorite forever @dandaelions for beta reading this mess i lov u sm💞💞💞 also tagging @kyungseokie hi here it is (: <3

You slam your laptop shut and practically yank your earbuds out of your ears. This meeting ran on a little longer than you expected and now you were worried you were going to be late for your date. A friend of yours decided to set you up on a blind date after lamenting about your ‘need to socialize.’

She basically begged you to do so, claiming your date, her coworker, was “grumpy but had a heart of gold.” You had argued with her, telling her it was fine and you didn’t need to go out on a date with a random person. You did trust her judgment, but he was still a complete stranger.“

You’re practically drowning in your work!” or “You need to go out more!” she’d tell you. After wearing you down for about a week straight, you had caved and agreed to go. She must have given him your phone number before asking because he had texted you as soon as you said yes.

You were not looking forward to the date, but you still wanted to get there on time as not to give off a bad impression. Thankfully you already had an outfit laid out, you just needed to hop in the shower quickly before getting dressed.

Stripping out of your clothes, you turn the knob of the shower, expecting cold water to rain down on you. However, nothing happens. Confused, you turn the knob all the way left and listen for the water but again, nothing happens. Frantically, you run back to your bedroom and call the apartment’s handyman.

“Tony? Hi. My shower isn’t working.”

“What’s wrong?”

“The water isn’t turning on. Can you come to fix it?”

“Oh, shit. I can’t come now, sorry. I can fix it tomorrow?”

“You can’t come now? It’s kind of an emergency.”

“My son just got home and there’s no one to watch him. Maybe try and ask a neighbor or someone to use theirs?”

“I...” You grimace, not really wanting to speak to someone else at the moment. “Okay. Sorry for bothering you.”

“That’s alright. See you tomorrow.” You hang up the phone, breathing heavily and placing your hands on the sides of your head.

“Okay,” you mutter to yourself. “I know literally nobody in this complex and I have a date in forty-five minutes. This is wonderful. This is great.” After moments of deliberation, you wrap a towel around yourself, grab your essentials and leave your apartment, looking for a door to knock on. Remembering that your neighbors on your left and right are not the greatest people, you go to knock on the door of the person across from you.

Your heartbeat increases as you hear the person unlock the door and open it. You come face to face with a man who looks to be around your age. He’s about average height, a bit lean and ‘a lot’ handsome. “Can I help you?”

“Hi. I know this is kind of outlandish to ask, but can I use your shower?” You ask, panting. He raises an eyebrow as you fall silent. “Uh, mine broke and it won’t be fixed till tomorrow and I’m in kind of a rush.” The silence only grows louder as you freeze up, trying not to show him you’re nervous.

“Um-”

“I know I sound crazy and I promise I’ll never bother you again, I live right across from you-”

“No, you don’t sound crazy, it’s okay. You can use my shower.”

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah, it’s not a problem.” You sigh in relief as the man leads you to his bathroom. He instructs you quickly on how to turn the water on and leaves you be.

You finish your shower fairly quickly, making sure to clean up any mess you left. You curse yourself for not bringing your change of clothes but shrug it off. The man is sitting on his couch when you leave the bathroom.

“Everything alright?” He asks, standing from his spot.

“Yeah, thank you so much. I totally owe you one.”

“No, it’s okay!”

“Shush, I insist. D’you wanna grab some coffee some time this week?”

“Sure, let me give you my number,” He grabs a sticky note from his coffee table and scribbles something on it, handing it to you when he finishes. “I’m Junmyeon by the way.” You give him your name and take the note from him, promising to text him when you could. You thank him again (and again) as you run out of his apartment and back to yours.

You already accept you’re going to be late as soon as the bus arrives at the stop. Sighing, you quickly text your date saying you will be there soon, apologizing for your lateness. You do not receive a reply, which only increases your worry.

Thankfully the bus stop is about a block from the restaurant you were meeting your date at. You rush over as quickly as you could, going inside and looking for your date. Luckily, you spot him fairly quickly.

“I’m so sorry I’m late.” You say after introducing yourself. He harrumphs, gesturing for you to sit down. A waiter comes around and places a glass of water in front of you while refilling your date’s glass. You could barely get a sip of water in when he asks you:

“Why were you late? I was waiting here for fucking fifteen or so minutes. I was gonna dip if you didn’t show up.”

You’re shocked at his tone. “Well, I texted you when I was on the bus and you didn’t reply so I thought you at least read it.”

“I left my phone at home.”

“Oh, okay. I didn’t know that.”

“Well, know next time.”

“Excuse m-” You’re cut off by your waiter coming back, asking for your orders. You tell him that you haven’t gotten the chance to find something, which earns an obnoxious groan from your date. Startled, you silently apologize to the waiter as you skim the menu for something quick and cheap. You settle with ordering a house salad while he orders a flank steak.

Small talk is thankfully minimal other than speaking a bit about your friend (how your date met them, how he gets along with them, et cetera). You notice he had some... interesting table habits when your food finally arrives. The last thing you want to see is a mush of steak and fries in his mouth while he (rudely) asks the waiter for a refill. You try your best to look down and focus on eating, especially when you feel him staring at your cleavage.

Thankfully you both finish your meals rather quickly. You flag down the waiter, asking, nay, begging him for the check. It arrives in a timely manner, with your date snatching it from you with greasy fingers.

“Why’d you get something cheap? Did you think I was paying?” He gruffly asks while he reads the check.

“What? No I didn’t. I’ll just ask for separate checks.” You reply, trying

“Typical females, always expecting men to pay for their meals.” You resist the urge to slap your date in the face after hearing him say this.

“I’m gonna stop you right there,” You say. “We’re splitting the check.” You tell the waiter. He nods, walking away from the table.

“Y’know, if you want women to be so equal to us men, you should pay for me.”

You’re taken aback. Trying not to raise your voice, you say: “Dude, I barely know you. So that’s an automatic no. Second, you’ve been nothing but rude and frankly disgusting this whole time. I’m not stupid, I saw you looking at my boobs.”

“Nah, it wasn’t like that.”

“Is everything okay?” You look to see the waiter has returned, this time holding two checks in his hand.

“Quite peachy,” You say, plastering a fake grin on your face. You hand him a wad of cash and stand to leave. “Keep the change.”

After leaving the restaurant, you begin to walk to the bus stop, checking the bus time on your phone in the process.

“Wait!” You hear your date call out. You turn to face him, wondering what could he want after ruining the entire night. The positive side of you wondered and hoped he’d come to his senses and apologize.

“Can you drive me home?”

Of course not.

“Excuse me? I...” You take a deep breath to help you keep your composure. “I took the bus. Either take the bus as well or get a damn cab.”

When you get home, you send your friend a quick text before shutting your phone down for the night, absolutely done with everything.

you: worst date ever. thanks.

You weren’t sure why waking up to see a text from Junmyeon filled you with butterflies, but after the disaster that was last night, you didn’t care enough to think further. All you wanted was a kind presence by you. You agree to walk to the coffee shop together around 8 AM. You both have a little bit of free time, so why not?

He’s waiting by his door when you exit your apartment. You give him a warm smile as you lock your door, which he returns instantly. “Ready to go?” he asks. You nod, and you begin to walk toward the elevator.

The coffee shop is a local place a few blocks from your apartment. You don’t go often, only if you have to go somewhere in the morning. Junmyeon, on the other hand, tells you he’s in there so often that the employees know his order verbatim.

He’s proven correct as soon as you enter the shop, with one of the employees greeting him and immediately beginning to make his drink. “Morning, Junmyeon! Who’s your friend?” You giggle when you notice he’s blushing.

“Oh, it’s not like that. We’re neighbors, and I’m gonna pay for his drink.” You reply.

“Wait, it’s alright, you don’t have to!” Junmyeon insists.

“I told you, I owe you.”

“Oh, alright.” You smirk at your small victory before going to the counter and ordering your own drink. The baristas place both of your drinks on the counter as soon as you finish paying. You take them and bring them to the table where Junmyeon is sitting.

“Thanks for paying, I appreciate it.” he says after you hand him his drink.

“No problem! Thanks again for letting me use your shower.”

It’s silent for a bit with you and Junmyeon silently sipping on your drinks. He eventually asks you how last night went, to which you silently groan, warning in advance about how awful a night it was.

“And this man literally has the audacity to ask me to drive him home after the absolute shit show our date was. A, I don’t have a car. And B, I wouldn’t drive that asshole home if he paid me a million dollars. Moral of the story, I’m never letting my friends set me up ever again.”

“Gosh, that sounds terrible, I’m so sorry that happened to you.” Junmyeon places his hand over yours for a beat, causing your face to heat up. He takes it away quickly, but his touch lingers on your hand for a while.

“It’s alright, I’m just glad it’s over. Plus, we wouldn’t have met if it wasn’t for him.” You smile, giving a thumbs up sign.

“Yes, you’re right!” He returns your smile which makes your heart skip a beat.

The morning finishes with Junmyeon telling you about his worst blind date. He figured that it would make you feel a bit better about yours, and right he was. Ghosting, showing up two hours late and awful sex were only the tip of the iceberg.

“The moral of both our stories is never to let our friends set us up.”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself,” You say, tapping your cup to his. Your phone vibrates with a reminder. “Ugh, I’ve got a meeting in a half hour, so I gotta go back home. I wish I could stay longer!”

“Oh, okay. That’s fine, I, um, have to go get groceries anyway. I had a great time though!”

“Same here, we should totally do it again.”

You and Junmyeon walk to the entrance of your apartment building and share goodbyes before parting ways. You wave solemnly as you watch him walk to the parking garage. As soon as he’s out of sight you enter your apartment building.

Somehow the only thing on your mind was Junmyeon. You were supposed to be paying attention to what your manager was saying during the virtual meeting, but you simply could not help your wandering mind. Junmyeon’s smile, his laugh, the way he would get flustered talking about certain parts of his date, it was hard to think he was anything but cute.

You had to be called back to reality a few times as the meeting continued but you didn’t really care at that point. You say your goodbyes to your coworkers, making a mental note to ask one of them to tell you if anything important was said during the meeting.

With your work basically done for the day, you close your laptop and leave your room to get a quick snack. You pass the front door of your apartment on the way to the kitchen, eyes lingering on the peephole as you grab something from your pantry.

You wonder if Junmyeon returned from his errands. Grocery shopping doesn’t usually take that long, and it’s only been two hours since you parted with him. Deciding to go with your heart, you walk to your door and look through the peephole.

Lo and behold, there he was, trying to unlock his door with three overflowing bags of groceries in his arms. You thank some omniscient being out there before slowly opening the door to your apartment.

You tried to act casual when you locked eyes with him. “Need any help?” You say, hiding a smile of amusement.

“Well hello to you too,” He replies, a joking tone lacing his voice. A tone that somehow made your stomach fill up with butterflies. “Um, I do need help, if you don’t mind.”

“Sure, whatever you need.”

He places the bags on the floor and quickly unlocks his apartment. “Can you bring these in for me? I need to run back out and get a couple more bags.” You nod. He thanks you quickly before running back to the elevator.

You place the groceries on Junmyeon’s dining room table, carefully to ensure nothing broke or got damaged. You see that he hasn’t come back yet, so you decide to walk around his place a bit.

It’s quite typical-looking for a man who (presumably) lived on his own. At least, you told yourself he lived on his own. You were unsure why, but stuck to your feelings nonetheless.

It was pretty messy all over the apartment, but you were sure the space was more of an organized mess. Your apartment was in a similar state. You walk over to the living room area and look around, fixating your gaze on a shelf full of Star Wars action figures and assorted memorabilia. Of course someone this cute was a huge nerd. You loved it.

You hear the rustling of paper bags. Turning around, you see Junmyeon bringing in the last of his groceries “Oh! I didn’t realize you were still here.”

“Oh, um, sorry. I... I stuck around to ask if I can help you put everything away. But I can leave if you want, sorry if I overstepped any boundaries!” You stutter, walking toward Junmyeon’s opened apartment door.

“No you didn’t, don’t worry about it! I can, um, put the stuff away myself but thanks for offering. And... um... for helping me bring the stuff in too.”

“Yeah! Um, I guess I’ll see you ‘round,” He nods, waving goodbye. You wave back and shut the door before rushing back to your own apartment.

Your face feels like it’s on fire when you lock your door, leaning back on it and sliding down to sit on the floor. What does he have to be so cute for? Why are his arms the most magnificent things you’ve laid your eyes on? Most importantly, why is he the sweetest human being on the planet? And why were you so fixated on him?

“Is this... Is this a crush?” You ask yourself. You turn around and look at the peeling paint on your door, imagining what went on behind your door and inside the apartment across from you. He’s probably putting his stuff away being all cute and sexy and...

Sexy?

“Fuck, it is a crush.”

The next month or so passes with some pretty limited Junmyeon interactions. Said interactions that only made your crush grow more and more with each one. All simple ones such as holding the elevator door for you or saying hello in the laundry room had you swooning and giggling like a schoolgirl.

Sometimes you think of what would happen if you were to theoretically tell him how you feel. Would it result in rejection? A years-long romance? You running back to your apartment and not leaving for the rest of your life? An endless world of possibilities.

But you wanted nothing to do with it.

As much as you wanted more (read: needed more), you were completely unsure if he even liked you back, if at all. While you couldn’t help but fall for the bare minimum, he was probably just being nice. Because that’s what he was.

The nicest, sweetest man you’ve met. Who likely didn’t reciprocate your crush. And that’s fine. Totally fine.

On one particular rainy fall night, you decided to go over to your friends’ apartment to hang out. It’s been a while since you’ve seen them last, so most of the evening was spent catching up with each other and the show you started last time you hung out.

The show and being around your friend was a good distraction from your qualms at first. However, a particular scene between two of the characters brought you right back to where you were.

“Is there a reason for them to be this damn cute?” Your friend whines as they point at the screen, where the characters were cuddling by the fireplace.

“Right? I need that with him so bad.” You reply, placing your hands on your face. Suddenly the episode is paused, causing you to turn to face your friend.

“Who’s ‘him?’“ They ask, an incredulous look on their face. You sputter, cursing yourself at your slip up. There wasn’t any reason for anyone to know about the crush you harbored on your neighbor, even if you had feared it was getting stronger when you wanted it to fizzle out of existence.

“Did I say ‘him?’ That was nothing. I meant I need that with my potential next partner, that’s all.” You say

“No, cut the shit. I know you,” Your friend gets closer to you, studying your expression. You avoid eye contact with them and feel your face heat up. “And you like someone! You gotta tell me who!”

“No one! Ever since that garbage date you set me up on, I’ve basically given up on love.”

“Okay, I’m sorry about that. He seemed a lot nicer when I’m at work and was really excited to meet you. I didn’t know he’d be a complete douche.”

“It wasn’t your fault. Plus it was a while ago, so I’m over it. But I am NOT crushing on anyone!”

“Fine! You’re not crushing on anyone,” Your friend scoots back to their spot on the couch and presses play on the remote.

Another romantic scene between the main characters starts to play, this time showing a montage of them on a date. You sigh, imagining yourself and Junmyeon in place of the characters.

You don’t notice your friend scoot next to you and nudge you with their elbow. They let out a dramatic sigh as they put their arm around you. “Don’t you wish that was you and him?”

“Yeah...” you hum. Your eyes widen when you realize what just happened. “I mean NO! I don’t! Who’s ‘him?’”

“IIII knew it! I fucking knew it! Who is it? Tell me, tell me, tell me!” Your friend begs, shaking you back and forth.

“Okay fine! Stop shaking me,” You say, pushing your friend off of you. “It’s... it’s my across the hall neighbor. This cute guy, Junmyeon. Remember when I told you how my shower broke the night of the shit date? Well, I went across the hall to his apartment to ask him to use the shower.”

“You have a crush on shower guy? Stop that’s actually so cute.”

“There’s more. We exchanged numbers and we went out to coffee the next day. And I don’t know if it was then or when I helped him carry his groceries to his apartment but I have not. Stopped. Thinking. About. Him.”

Your friend squeals, wrapping their arms around you. “What fanfiction is this? Get him, get him!”

You laugh, shrugging them off of you. “That’s the thing. We haven’t really talked or texted other than if we run into each other in the hallway. And I doubt he likes me like that, I’m probably grasping at straws.”

“Don’t say that, if he doesn’t like you that’s on him. You’re a snack,” You nudge your friend in the side as you smile. “You should say something to him, though. Maybe ask the handyman to break his shower so he could use yours.”

“Oh my gosh, I’m not doing that.” You playfully shove your friend. They dramatically scream as their back hits the couch.

“Fine, that was a bit extreme. You should still try to ask him out. Even if it’s not a whole calculated operation or something.”

“I guess. That doesn’t mean I’m gonna do it! But... it’s a possibility.”

“Fair enough. Do keep me updated if you actually follow through.”

“Of course.”

A couple more days pass before you see Junmyeon again. You had just came back from running errands and were in the process of bringing your stuff back to your apartment when you saw him walking back to his apartment. “Hey, it’s good to see you again.”

“Yeah, nice to see you too.” You feel your face heat up in embarrassment when you place your bags down to unlock your apartment.

“Do you need any help bringing that stuff inside?”

It’s like a freaky instance of fate. Here you were, lamenting to your friend about your still-growing crush on Junmyeon with them encouraging you to say something to him. And then here he comes, two days later, asking you if you need help.

“Y-Yeah! If you don’t mind. I just need to get a couple more things from my friend’s car. Can you bring these inside and put them on that table over there?” He nods. You move past him to allow him to pick the bags up and bring them inside.

When you return to the parking garage, you’re grinning. Your friend is waiting by their car, rearranging their trunk

“What’s with that smile? Did you ask Junmyeon out yet?”

“No, not yet! But I’m gonna!” You squeal, hugging your friend. They return your enthusiasm tenfold hopping up and down with you.

“How, how, how? I need details!” They demand.

“I, uh, don’t exactly knwo yet. But he offered to help bring the rest of my stuff in and I said yes.” You explain. Their jaw drops.

“You took the golden opportunity! Is he in your apartment right now?”

“Probably! I don’t know!”

“Well, what are you doing still talking to me? Go get him tiger! I’ll see you later.”

“See you soon!”

Junmyeon is leaning against your doorframe when you come back. You take the time to fully take him in. He’s wearing a loose-fitting white tee with Spider Man pajama pants, which somehow is the cutest and sexiest outfit you’ve ever seen him in.

“Nice pants.” You compliment, handing him a smaller bag of yours. He thanks you, his face reddening as he follows you inside.

You place the rest of the bags by the table, mentally telling yourself to put them away later. “So, do you want a tour of the place? You don’t have to if you don’t want to! But yeah...”

“Sure, it’s only fair since you’ve been over by me and I haven’t seen yours yet.”

‘Cool, cool, cool. This is exactly how it’s gonna go.’ You think to yourself as you start to sweat a bit.

There is not a lot in your place, so the tour ends up lasting less than you think. You’re worried about missing your chance, but you assure yourself you’re gonna get it.

“And finally, here’s the bathroom. Where all, um, I don’t know. But the shower finally works! So if yours ever breaks you can come over and use mine.” You laugh awkwardly, already regretting what you said.

Junmyeon is simply staring at you, saying nothing. Your panic increases as you tell him: “I mean, never mind. That was weird, I’m so-”

Your words come to a stop when you feel Junmyeon grab your wrist. His eyes dart toward your lips as red tints his cheeks. Wait, he’s looking at your lips?

Before you can say anything, he pulls you closer to him until you’re mere millimeters apart. He gives you a look, wordlessly asking you if he could make a move. You give him the slightest head nod and before you can process what’s happening, his lips are on yours.

You swear you’re about to explode. Thoughts, feelings and questions orbit around you like a moon orbits a planet. He’s kissing you. He’s kissing you?

You can feel him pull away but you counteract, cupping his face with your hands as you kiss him back with more intensity. He just about snaps at that; he grabs your thigh and lifts your leg to wrap it around his waist.

You eventually have to pull away to catch your breath. You’re both looking into each other’s eyes, wanting, needing, craving more. Junmyeon turns to look at your shower as he bites down on his lower lip.

“You know, I think we should test it out. See if your shower really works.” He says.

“I told you, it’s working...” Your words stop when Junmyeon shoots you a wink. “Oh. Yeah, you’re right.”

Then you capture his lips with yours once more.

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