#yixing drabble

[mybiasisexo]

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

Fighter 🔪

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

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

DRABBLE GAME | MASTERLIST

You awoke with a loud gasp, lurching upright.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yet, you were alive.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lay favored death.

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

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

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

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

“Do you want me to take it back?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And that was the reason behind your tantrum.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[baekhyunsbestie]

kept thinking about it, and I feel like you'd be the PERFECT person to hear me out and give your opinion since I love you

what size do you think each member has like what do you think it's their juicy details, yk?? I feel like jm would be thick like bh and like sh would be the longest... ANYWAYS let me know!!!

omg cammy we r always on the same FREAKuency, i love it so much.....i love u so much.....

also, listen......i know all of the exos are naked mole rats and we r all sad abt that but we're just gonna pretend some of them aren't in this one, k????????? k <3

⟢ jongin

a masterpiece of a dick. it’s so ridiculously pretty—almost unfair, really. long and lean, wit that perfect balance between elegance and functionality. it’s slender, sleek even, yet manages to hit every spot like it was designed with you in mind. not too veiny, but with a subtle curve to the left that only adds to its charm.

sensitive? oh, absolutely. the kind of sensitive that makes him gasp the moment he’s inside you, your walls snug around his tip, already pushing him to the edge. and the way you tease him—sucking him all sloppily, then blowing cool air over his length—he shivers so hard it’s mesmerizing. it’s the kind of reaction that feeds your ego and makes you want to do it all over again.

always clean shaven, no exceptions. whether he’s single or with someone, he keeps it fresh—not just for himself but for you. he’s thoughtful like that, especially knowing how much he loves deep throating and wanting to make it as comfortable as possible for you.

jongin, the man, the myth, the considerate legend. get yourself a man like that <3333

⟢ chanyeol

huge—broad and substantial, its thickness undeniable. the tip flushes into a deep, dark red when he's hard. he loves prepping himself for you, gripping your head, guiding you to coat him in your spit, leaving his shaft glistening and ready. and honestly? it’s a sight. his dick, not overly veiny but marked by one or two prominent lines, manages to look both imposing and gorgeous. he’s not clean shaven—he’d do it if you asked, but his love for teasing means he’ll play coy just to hear you threaten him with something like, “no sex!” like the true fucking freak who lives for your reactions.

and the weight of it, god. hefty and swinging freely, that print in them sweat pants always gets you weak off in your kneeeeees. 1000% a freeballer when he's home. partly for comfort, mostly to tease you.

yeolie, please...... just gimme one chance. that's all i ask 🙏

⟢ sehun

AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!! monster cock!!!! it’s gotta be like 8 inches—please. just look at him. doesn’t he scream 8 fucking inches? tell me he doesn’t. is that even realistic?? who cares???? not me. yeah, he’s eight inches. longer than it is thick, though, but trust—you’ll feel him in your guts. a perfect pink tip, curving slightly to the right, always ready to ruin you. but he’s considerate, always preps you first, because seriously, how the hell are you supposed to take all of him when you're drier than the sahara desert? exactlyyyyy. he gets it.

he never shaves—ever. occasionally trims if he’s in a generous mood. and that happy trail? immaculate, leading straight down to temptation. his dick is a work of art, especially when it’s wet and glossy, catching the light just right. loves pressing down on your tummy when he's deep in it <333

⟢ kyungsoo

a fat cock. it’s not the longest but the sheer girth? devastating. he has to prep you forever before you can even think about taking him, stretching you inch by inch until you're trembling from the effort. it’s veiny, a roadmap of need, with a slight curve to the right that finds places inside you that make you gasp.

it’s thick, so impossibly heavy in your hand, and the weight of it feels so satisfying when you stroke him. inside you? holy shit. it fills you to the brim, every thrust leaving your mind blank and body trembling. he used to let it grow wild, but after getting a partner, he started trimming. oh, and that happy trail? lethal. it’s perfectly soft, teasing its way down from his stomach, and when it peeks from under his shirt? game over.

it took him a while to learn how to use his dick—so thick, so unrelenting—but even when he loses himself and fucks into you with such finesse, you’re left a wreck. and then there’s the way he cums. it’s unreal, an overwhelming amount that leaves you dripping, his cock glossy and messy in the best way possible. loves to cum in you obvi, but that pretty toothy smile you flash up at him when he finishes painting your face, has him cumming again almost instantly—this time on your tongue.

"you look so fucking pretty covered in my cum, doll." <333333

⟢ junmyeon

another unfairly pretty dick—like, genuinely stunning. the kind that makes you gasp the second his pants slide down, because wtf, how can it look that good? pale skin, a light pink head flushed and glistening with precum like it was made to be touched. thick and veiny. curving slightly to the right in a way that feels like it was crafted for perfection.

he’s not overly thick, not overly long—he’s just perfectly balanced, like the universe designed him for this. and oh, he knows how to use it. every thrust, every angle feels intentional, almost calculated to hit you exactly where you need him. clean shaven, of course, because he’s nothing if not meticulous.

but the control? that’s the fucking kicker right there. his restraint is insane, always riding the edge, his tip darkening to a deep, desperate flush, trembling for release. but it’s all for you, baby. every second of that teetering need is yours to take, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

⟢ baekhyun

he’s the epitome of 5.2 inches of pure audacity, strutting around with the misplaced confidence as if he was a solid 10. but, credit where credit’s due—he knows how to wield it. the soft pink head gleams against the rest of him, perfectly straight with no curve, slapping up against his stomach like it owns the place. he was clean shaven when you first started hooking up because some girl he used to obsess over apparently preferred it that way. but was she not a certified freak like you were???? cus when he lets a little scruff grow in, and he’s buried deep, deep, deeeeeep, that coarse bush of his brushing against your throbbing clit? a whole new level of divine. it’s so unfair.

his dick is pretty—annoyingly so. thick, with just the right amount of girth to make you wonder where the hell he's been all your life. deliciously veiny, but not overdone. and the precum? god, it’s like a faucet when he’s turned on. it’s impossible not to notice. like okay!!!!!!! we get it, baek!! are you cumming already or just showing off???

and don’t even get me started on the way he flexes it. just because he can. makes it twitch inside you like some kind of party trick like the clown he fucking is. all while your eyes brim with actual tears because you’re desperate, begging for him to just fucking MOVE ALREADY!!!!

"you look soooo pretty when you're like this, ya know???… huh??? did i already...cum????? ......well when you sound just like a fucking angel, begging for me, it's kinda hard not to."

⟢ minseok

he is—my god, i don’t even know where to begin??? good luck surviving this, seriously. he’s so thick, so veiny, you feel every ridge, every fucking pulse when he’s inside you, like he’s built to wreck you in the best way. doesn’t shave, and honestly???? he prefers it if you don’t either. a real man. he won’t stop you if you do, but don’t expect him to follow suit.

the audacity of this man—he’ll make you take him in your throat, hands tangling in your hair as he pushes your head down, guiding you exactly where he wants you. when he cums, it’s overwhelming, almost frightening in volume, leaving you breathless and dripping.

kim minseok, the poster boy for breeder balls, no question.

⟢ yixing

big, fat, and impossibly long—every inch of him feels designed to ruin you. and god, does he use every single bit to its full potential. the flushed tip darkens to a furious red when he’s properly worked up, and the way he moves has you feeling him everywhere, deep in your core, like he’s rearranging parts of you that you didn’t even know existed. it’s heavy, thick, and stretches you open in ways that leave you gasping.

he’s not completely clean shaven, but it’s perfectly kept, just enough to remind you he’s all man without being distracting. he loves watching you lose yourself, especially when you cream around him, leaving a glistening ring of your release wrapped snug around the base of his cock—a sight that makes his lips curl in satisfaction as he buries himself deeper and deeper.

and when he cums? it’s so much, thick and hot, filling you to the brim until you feel like you can’t take another drop, though he always pushes you to. you don’t just feel him; you’re consumed by him. it’s fucking overwhelming, every moment stretching past your limits until the pleasure spills over in tears you can’t hold back.

you can’t fuck zhang yixing and not cry.

"that's right, my pretty angel, i know you can take it all. that's it. there you go. take every last drop, it's all yours, love."

a/n: PHHEEEWWWW!!!!!! i need to lie down and close my eyes after this one, holy shit. anyways, thanks for coming to my ted talk!!!!! the end.

[jongbross]

If you ever come back can you write something on exo's reaction to your parents not accepting your relationship?

baekhyun, jongdae, kyungsoo

it's up to you. they don't care about your parents' opinion (respectfully), because they're dating you, not them. what do you wanna do next? break up? keep going? they will follow your lead, but please fight for them a little bit.

minseok, junmyeon, yixing

they think you should consider what your parents are telling you too. they know they are YOUR PARENTS and they're important for you, so these boys don't want you to disrespect them. they will gladly accept being in a relationship where they don't have much contact with your family though, it's okay, and they won't hold it against you.

chanyeol, jongin, sehun

very close to their own family, so they can't imagine being in a relationship where your parents don't like them or whatever. might try it because it's you and they love you, but it's kinda bittersweet. there will probably be arguments over it, but i promise they will try to make it work (keyword is try).

[yeolsaintlaurent]

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Series

Nocturnal Reverie - PCY :ongoing: *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ Chapter 1: City of Shadows Chapter 2: Unveiling Secrets Chapter 3: A dangerous game begins Chapter 4: Unveiled Desires Chapter 5: Operation Shadow Veil Chapter 6: Threads of Deception and Dile Chapter 7: Echoes of the Past Chapter 8: Unexpected Encounter Chapter 9: Harmony in Midnight melodies Chapter 10: Glimmers of recognition Chapter 11: The Message Chapter 12: Countdown, baby

Crimson Veins, Midnight Flames - BBH :paused: *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ Chapter 1: Freshman Impressions Chapter 2: Intoxicated Whispers of Realities

~New Series Coming Soon

[synthetickitsune]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And he will.

He will keep you forever.

[exouniverse]

Happy New Year

Pairing: yixing x gn reader

Genre: fluff, friends-to-lovers

Warnings: a little suggestive

Summary: You are getting ready to start the day and the new year, but your new boyfriend is still asleep, so you try to be as quiet as possible.

Word count: 620

A/N: This is exciting! I’ll be writing little drabbles like this one for this month, celebrating that it is my birthday month. I have it all set with all of the days assigned for the January Prompts from @creativepromptsforwriting but if anyone wants to request a member for any prompt, I’m completely open to it.

ALL JANUARY PROMPTS POSTS

Getting ready fast was almost an art for you, but you were also loud while doing so. This was a challenge now, as Yixing slept soundly on the bed, and the hotel room was dimly lit with the morning light coming through the thin curtains. You looked over at him, chuckling to yourself a bit, tiptoeing your way to the closet to get your clothes.

He had so much fun at the party last night, letting loose and enjoying himself. It was nice seeing him smile so much and dancing around with all of your friends.

Your eyes lingered on his lips, remembering the sweet New Year’s kiss you shared. You had to look all over for him as he got distracted mingling around. The minutes were ticking, and you had to still light up some sparklers and take your traditional New Year picture. It was like a scene from a rom-com movie, both of you finding each other on opposite sides of the room, smiles growing and a walk in slow motion.

The closet door squeaked as you tried closing it slowly, and you cursed under your breath. Looking back at Yixing, you noticed him shifting in his sleep and bit your lip unconsciously as if trying to stop any more sounds. It all seemed okay until you took a step back and stumbled with his bag, making you fall on the floor.

Yixing woke up at the sound and sat on the bed, his lidded eyes barely open, and his cute messy hair making you chuckle a little louder. You had tried to muffle your laugh at your clumsiness, but it was impossible.

“What happened? Who’s there?”

His voice was so raspy and deep even in his alerted state, but his sleepy face betrayed the sexiness it could have had. Your heart still skipped a beat, even though you found the entire situation quite entertaining. No matter how much your relationship changed the night before, he was still the same Yixing.

He spotted you on the floor on the other side of the room, and his eyes widened. “What happened, baby?” Yixing’s face tensed for a moment, as if he had let something slip that he was keeping a secret, but then quickly relaxed as he remembered the softness of your lips and the warmth of having you so close. “Ah, right… you’re now my baby.”

Your heart melted on the spot, witnessing his widening smile at his realization. “I’m okay, just fell on the floor.”

“What?” He moved out of bed in an almost jump and reached just in time to finish helping you get up.

“Just clumsy me…”

“No, no, are you okay? Any scratches? Does it hurt somewhere?” It’s like he didn’t even hear you through his worry. He started searching for any red spots or bruises, but all he found was the marks he left on your shoulder.

You managed to place a kiss on his cheek and made him stop. His head started turning slowly towards you from that little bruise and straight to your lips. Flashbacks to the night before occupied his mind while doing so, his face starting to be adorned with a tender yet hungry smile.

“Happy new year…” He whispered, the words almost a mumble. “I forgot to say that, didn’t I?”

A small chuckle escaped you as you held his gaze with yours. “Yeah, well… you rushed to kiss me at the last second, and then… we’re here, where our night led us.”

“I did tell you I like you, though, right?”

“Yeah, you definitely did!”

“Well,” he started, a smug grin on his lips, “today is the actual start of the new year… Happy New Year, baby.”

[miramizar]

2.XI; Minseok

✫ image credits: x x x x x x x x x x x ✫

Summary: Side story to "You may forget but remember me".

Genre/Category: Drabble, Fairytale!AU (The Snow Queen)

Characters/Ship: Xiumin, Chen, Suho, mentions of EXO-M members

Word count: 405

AN: I made this moodboard first, because the original story has Myeon meeting everyone in a certain order and so the planned extra chapter with these drabbles goes the other way around?? And I’ve had it in my drafts since forever hahah (*ﾉωﾉ) but I’m finally posting it! ♡ I hope you like it and that you like the drabble that comes with it~ 

Minseok’s vision had always been filled with snow, its whiteness and the coolness that doesn’t affect him something he'd come to both love and hate. Vague memories of happier moments and a sunnier place surfaces at times, although recently it’s been easy to push them away. After all, he knew he would never be fully accepted in his village, and so he’d left to find a place where his heart could rest. 

The castle he builds for himself is beautiful, but his steps echo too loudly throughout the empty halls and as the years go by the courage to speak slowly freezes up. Inside of him the red force places it’s curse, and when he realises it’s already too late - but the whispered promise of others with gifts like his gives him hope, and aiming to find them he ventures back out into the snow.

Luhan and Yixing are easy to find, as are Kris and Zitao, but they’re just as easily forgotten since the last one on his side remains hidden. Only when he leaves his domains to visit the warmer parts of the country he feels something akin to a pull, and by then he doesn’t stop to think about the consequences, only focusing on stopping the red force from taking what he’s just found from him.

Once again he’s too late, and since Frost is all he has he uses it to save what’s left of Jongdae, even if it hurts.

He knew from the start that Junmyeon had to be special and that they probably had more in common than he’d like to admit, but for him to follow Jongdae all the way here surprised him, and him managing to save them all surprises him even more. The puzzle was his, he’d received it as a gift from his parents who in turn had received it from a woman who passed by their village when Minseok had just been born, but neither he or anyone he’d shown it to had understood how to solve it - apart from Junmyeon, who’d done it without even trying.

Maybe he should be jealous, but all he feels is his heart coming back to life, allowing for regret to hit him with full force. He asks for time since he can’t walk into the light just yet, but his saviour had warmed his hands now, and he knew that they’d never grow cold again.

[infiredlove]

Updated Masterlist

F- Fluff C- Comedy A- Angst S- Smut D- drama WC- Word Count

Drabbles

Long Days [f] - Choi Minho, WC 414

After a tiring day of training, you return home seeking comfort and hydration. A lighthearted conversation about wine leads to playful banter.

What A Talent [f] - Park Jimin, WC 622

Jimin has prepared a special performance for you in the senior semester talent show.

The Cold [a] - Yoongi, WC 119

In which you are breaking up with Min Yoongi. Or rather, he is breaking up with you.

What She Wants [a] - WC 126

Insecurities of the girl in the back.

Time With You [f] - Park Chanyeol, WC 700

Working in the summer camp kitchen was hectic but rewarding, with chaotic meal preparations and late-night cleanups.

Just In Time [s] - Jeon Jugkook, WC 669

When Jungkook had approached you with the idea of recording you during sex, you were very hesitant. It wasn’t everyday that he was so straightforward with his desires. However, all it took was a little work of the mouth at midnight to make you change your mind.

3 out of 5 [c,f] - Kim Taehyung, WC 237

In which you lose a game of rock, paper, scissors.

Operator [c] - Choi Seunghyun, WC 883

“Excuse me when I say this,” he says, as if your outburst never happened. “But your voice… sounds like my sex operator’s.”

Too Many Drinks [f] - Bang Yongguk, WC 313

Why is it that you could never have an enjoyable night out on the town without some random approaching you with sleazy pick-up lines?

Bad Girls Need To Be Punished [s] - Park Jimin, WC 510

Your peaceful morning quickly turns into an intoxicating dance of dominance and desire as Jimin’s touch ignites every inch of you. With a whispered challenge and an unrelenting grip, he pushes you to the edge, knowing exactly how to make you surrender—one slow, torturous moment at a time.

Sugar Baby AU [f] - Kim Namjoon + Joen Jungkook, WC 284

So I had this dream about BTSxSugar Baby Reader!AU and I had to write this because it was one of the dream drabbles that was so vivid i could almost feel it irl. 

Frustration [s] - Min Yoongi, WC 693

After a long, frustrating day, you return home to find your boyfriend peacefully napping on the couch, a stark contrast to your overwhelming stress. Deciding to wake him in a way that benefits you both, you turn frustration into intimacy, ensuring his awakening is anything but ordinary.

One-shots

Stay By Me [a] - Lee Jinki, WC 1,477

Your once-perfect relationship with Jinki has become unpredictable and strained. As tensions rise, you struggle to hold on to the love once shared.

Birthday Surprise [f] - Lee Tamin, WC 722

What started as an ordinary day quickly turned into an unforgettable celebration, complete with a heartfelt confession that would change everything.

Our Beginnings - WC 1,013

On the 9th day in Shawol Nation, all must visit the Historical Legend Wall to honor their past. When a curious young girl asks the gatekeeper why, she—and an unexpected audience—are drawn into the tale of Lord Shisus, Bi, and Boa, uncovering the origins of their people and the sacred rules that shape their world.

The Monster In My Head [f] - Jeon Jungkook, WC 3,499

You are haunted by a recurring dream that blurs the line between reality and nightmare, drawing you into the grasp of an enigmatic stranger with abyssal eyes and an unrelenting presence.

Everything Changed [s,a] 1 | 2

A seemingly innocent day with your best friend’s crush turns into a web of tangled emotions and blurred boundaries.

She Knows [s] - Zhang Yixing, WC 1,297

Zhang Yixing, a hardworking man deeply in love with his fiancé, returns home after a long day to find you indulging in a private moment of pleasure.

I Cant Believe It [c,s] - Jeon Jungkook, WC 3,908

It isn’t everyday that you meet someone so young, so childish, yet so… daddy. And for people like Alexa these kind of people are basically nonexistent. Or so she thought until Jeon Jungkook walked into her life. 

Why I Can't Sleep [f] - Jung Hoseok, WC 2,053

Struggling with overwhelming anxiety, you find yourself at Hoseok's door in the middle of the night, seeking comfort.

The Second Time | Alt Ending - [a,s] Jung Hoseok

Hoseok’s favorite thing to see in the world is the smile on his girl’s face. A smile reserved for only him, and he would do anything to keep it there.

Stroke Of Luck [f] - Mark Tuan, WC 1,411

Working as the head stylist for Got7 could be tiring, but you always loved working with them. Especially for the mere fact that you could get close to Mark, if only for five minutes.

Take Care [a] - Giriboy, WC 4,553

“What has been your greatest motivation for success?” “I’d have to say, my greatest motivation has been my little rose. I actually have a song I’d like to sing for her.”

Long Term Pieces

Here & Now: History [a,d] Haitus

Chapters: One, Two Summary: Yoongi and Namjoon mysteriously disappear from their college campus one night, only to return two years later. Though they are unmistakably the same, something about them has changed—unnaturally so.

Internship Begets Rivalry [c,a] - Min Yoongi

Chapters: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine P1, Nine P2 Summary: In a cutthroat music internship, competition turns complicated when you find yourself tangled in a constant, tension-fueled push and pull with your rival Min Yoongi.

[iridescentxstars]

ೃ⁀➷ 𝐊𝐞𝐲: [M] — mature content/warnings | 🌹 — nsfw | ✨ — rewritten | ✅ — complete | ❌ — unfinished/discontinued/missing links

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫-𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲. 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟖, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞.

[ ༊*·˚ ] Kim Jongin | BangChan | On-Going Series | Completed Series | Drabbles | Misc

[ ✧.* ][M] Rule Breakers — stripper!jongin x parent!ayla [spin off to unwind by @oh-beyond] 🌹✅

[ ✧.* ] Something New [part one] [part two] — camboy!jongin x reader x camboy!sehun [@x-ratedkpop] 🌹✅ [ ✧.* ][M] A Dangerous Game — vampire!chanyeol x human!jennifer x vampire!minseok 🌹❌ [ ✧.* ] Soulmates [jongin] [chanyeol] — soulmate!idols x soulmate!readers ❌ [ ✧.* ] Love By CPR — doctor!jongin x reader 🌹❌ [ ✧.* ] Living Arrangements — boss!jungkook x reader 🌹❌

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

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

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[blu-joons]

The Mark Of Disapproval ~ Zhang Yixing

“I’m sorry Y/N, but Yixing really just isn’t the right guy for you.”

As your eyes looked to the man in front of you, neither of you quite knew what to do as the words of your mother still rang in your mind. Your high hopes of acceptance had been crushed, and now neither of you had the slightest idea of how to carry on.

In the back of your mind there had always been a worry for you that your parents wouldn’t support your relationship with Yixing. They had strong aspirations for you, an ideal type in their mind, but Yixing failed to tick many of the boxes that they had held out for you to fill.

There was a small distance between you both as you sat down in his studio, unsure as to what to say. When you arrived on the verge of tears, Yixing knew straight away that something was wrong, but getting the mark of disapproval was the last thing he expected or wanted.

His head and his heart were pulling him in two different directions as he looked across at you. Your eyes had been firmly to the floor for some time, trying to come up with a solution, but failing every single time.

“This is just ridiculous.”

You hadn’t meant to speak aloud, but it soon caught Yixing’s attention. Just hearing your voice brought him back into the room, quickly reminding himself about what was important in the current situation, you.

“Are you alright?”

“No.”

The sudden question that came from Yixing took you by surprise, but your answer was simple. On one hand you had your family, who had always been there for you and cheered you on. On the other, was Yixing, the guy who had completely swept you off your feet.

“What are you thinking?” He asked, moving a little closer towards you, “or are you even able to think right now?”

“I don’t know,” you sighed, “I just feel stuck.”

“I understand,” he instantly assured you, smiling softly, “I don’t think either of us saw this coming, how can anyone ever prepare for something like this?”

The more Yixing spoke, the more you struggled to hold it together. The pads of your thumbs soon wiped underneath your eyes, leaving him conflicted as to whether to reach out or help you or keep a distance as your parents wished.

“What can I do?” You asked him, “either way I hurt someone, you or my family, but no matter what, I hurt myself too.”

A soft sigh came from beside you as Yixing felt himself begin to get teary eyed too. “I hate that your family has put the pressure on you to decide between making them happy and making yourself happy, it’s just so unfair Y/N.”

Your head nodded, “whose happiness am I supposed to sacrifice? Who do I want to hurt more?”

You felt guilty for putting your happiness first after everything your family had done for you, but at the same time, you just couldn’t lose Yixing. Whether your parents could learn to accept Yixing was a mystery, but all you could do was hope.

“Your parents weren’t keen on me when I met them a few months ago, but they’ve accepted us, but my parents don’t seem quite as willing to change. I hate the fact that they smiled around you, and then as soon as you left, they couldn’t wait to start talking about you and warning me off continuing our relationship.”

“They were never going to like me; I could just tell from the start.”

He wanted to protect you and try and keep the smile on his face, but deep down, as soon as he entered your parent’s home, he knew he was in trouble. Your mother barely offered him a smile, and the way your father shook his hand was weak to say the least.

Looking back, he knew that they were the two signs he needed to know things were going to go downhill, but neither were enough to stop him from loving you and trying to fight for your relationship, proving them wrong.

“I don’t want us to break up just because my parents say so, I’m a grown up, I have to learn to stand up on my own two feet,” you told him.

Your words brought a small hint of a smile to Yixing’s face, relieved to know that you were willing to fight. He knew that there was an easy option in front of you, to just walk away, but you couldn’t, not when your heart was screaming out for Yixing.

“And what about your family Y/N?” Yixing asked.

Your shoulders shrugged in the exact same way his had done just a couple of months ago. “They’ll learn to accept it; they won’t have a choice if they truly want to see me happy. That’s what they’ve always told me, and this is the happiest I’ve ever been anyway.”

Whilst you never wanted to defy your parents, you weren’t about to compromise your own happiness for their wishes. Perhaps Yixing wasn’t what they expected, but with time, you could only hope they’d see more of the person you saw in him.

“You don’t have to do this.”

“Yes, I do.”

Your hand reached out, feeling Yixing’s hand rest into it immediately, gripping onto you much tighter than he ever had done before. It wasn’t the solution, but it was a start, a hurdle that you knew you were going to try and climb over together.

“I don’t want to hurt anyone, but this situation doesn’t give me much of a choice. I know you’re worried about hurting my parents more by sticking around, but for once I want to do what I want, and seeing you walk away to please my parents just isn’t that.”

Yixing’s head nodded, paying close attention to every word that you spoke. Thankfully for him, your tears had dried up, and your mind was made up, hurting others was never easy, but you had to protect yourself first.

“I’ve been in your shoes, and I know how hard it is too. It doesn’t feel good having the stamp of disapproval on my back, but I’m determined to prove your parents wrong about me, and about us,” he assured you.

“They’ll see, I just know they will. If my happiness is truly what they want for me more than anything else, then they’ve got no choice but to see just how happy you make me.”

“If I make you happy, then I trust in that,” he vowed, “I trust that that will be the difference.”

You weren’t entirely confident that your parent’s minds would be changed, but you knew with a little bit of openness there was a chance. Even if they didn’t, you would never be able to give up Yixing just for them.

“If I taught your parents to like me, it should be easy for you then,” you joked.

His head instantly shook, I’ve got enough pressure on my shoulders right now without you adding to it.”

“It’ll be fine.”

His head shook, not entirely convinced himself. “Let’s just take one step at a time, at some point I quite fancy getting approved by your parents.”

“Hopefully, one day it will happen.”

“I really hope so too.”

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Masterlist

[mybiasisexo]

Numbers 58 & 69 with Junmyeon and Yixing

Together 🪞

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

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

DRABBLE GAME | MASTERLIST

“Nervous?”

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

You shiver from the contact.

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

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

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

“That you do, Junmyeon.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The silence is deafening.

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

His hands leave you, hanging limply at his sides.

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

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

You deserve that.

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

“Yixing—”

He storms out of the room.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[xingplytwelve]

𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝑔𝑜 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀

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

Pairing: Yixing x Reader

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

Word Count: 1.4k 

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

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

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

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

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

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

[jongbross]

Most to least make you breakfast (ik it’s too soft it’s scary lol) <333

kyungsoo - not only because he's a chef, but also because he's the one to wake up first and he strongly believes in food as a way of giving love.

junmyeon

jongin

jongdae

minseok

baekhyun

chanyeol

sehun

yixing - is either off to work or still passed out when you wake up. also i don't see him as the type of person who sits down and eats breakfast unfortunately, i'm sorry :(

[3rachabffs]

not a date (maybe a date) ➺ zhang yixing

◦ pairings: yixing x reader 

◦ word count: 2.6k

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

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

◦ a/n: cross-posted on ao3

“I can babysit.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Should I be scared?”

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

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

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

“This is just my face!”

“No, your eyes are deader than usual.”

“Ha-ha.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What did you do?”

"I got a babysitter for you."

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

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

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

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

"Well, he—"

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

"Or you can."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sehun just shrugs. "Not really."

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

"I like not being held to expectations."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Alright, you minx. Go."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No, I guess it doesn't."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'd really love that."

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

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

"I'm so glad."

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

"Can I kiss you?"

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

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

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

"See you tonight at 8."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Just say thank you."

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

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

"Oh, Sehun, shut up!"

[bllixxfull]

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

18: "You're in trouble now."

95: "Is that a promise?"

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

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

[exouniverse]

Code: ❀ — Fluff • ☽ — Angst • Ⅿ — Mature • ♡ — Requested • ✎ - One-shot • ◎ - Drabble • ∞ - Series

김준면 Suho

It’s Okay ❀ ✎ (wip)

김민석 Xiumin

Ob(li)vious ❀ ✎ (wip)

张艺兴 (레이) Zhang Yixing (Lay)

Dance With Me ❀ ✎

Happy New Year ❀ ◎

변백현 Baekhyun

All for You ❀ ✎ (wip)

김종대 Chen

Surprise! ❀ ✎

박찬열 Chanyeol

The Ultimate Party Planner/Partner ❀ ✎

Good Enough ❀ ☽ ◎

도경수 D.O.

(My) Home ❀ ✎

Not by Happenstance ❀ ✎

Tightrope ☽ ❀ ∞ ♡ (ongoing)

김존인 Kai

Mr. Cool ❀ ✎

오세훈 Sehun

Seasons ❀ ✎ (wip)

End Game ☽ ✎

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