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shmooooo · 1 year ago

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hi isa <3 really curious on what type of dom you think the exo members are 😻👀

The way you sent this while I was going through my exo album looking for a new profile pic-

exo as doms

pairing: exo x reader (no chen, read my guidelines for info)

genre: smut

warnings: reader has a hand kink (this is very self-indulgent), mentions of degradation, spanking, edging, overstimulation, (aftercare isn’t explicitly mentioned for most of them but just know that all of them would be adamant about taking good care of you after, especially if they were rough)

word count: 851

notes: special thanks to @rose-sereniteeth for helping me! ♡ funny how we struggled with minseok and then in typical fashion his part became one of the longest 💀 i'm not super happy with this but despite having stanned exo for the past seven years, i never quite embraced them like this until somewhat recently so there's still time to figure this out - also reblogs are always appreciated!

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Minseok (Xiumin)

Hard dom. He has rules in place and expects you to follow them. And while he’s sweet outside of the bedroom, during scenes he loves degrading you. He’s also a huge fan of teasing and sometimes he’ll just tease you with light touches (sometimes even with a feather) for hours until you get desperate enough. But if you dare to show your impatience by being a brat, he’ll scold you and either prolong your suffering or give you exactly what you wanted but tenfold until it’s almost too much. Cleanliness and tidiness are also very important to him so I feel like he would make you fold your clothes after undressing and be very adamant about cleaning you up afterwards.

Junmyeon (Suho)

Dom. Honestly ultimate daddy dom. Everything he does is to make you feel good. Whether that is making sure you eat and sleep enough or giving you what you need in the bedroom. He will absolutely spoil you in all aspects of life but in return he expects you to follow the rules you agreed on. And while he is sweet, he’s also very strict when it comes to the rules so you better not break them or he will put you over his knees and make you count.

Yixing (Lay)

Hard dom. Have you seen what he’s like when he’s working? All focused and hot? That’s how I imagine him as a dom. He’s more of a "master" type, especially during punishments. During scenes he acts cold and sometimes even angry with you. He doesn’t smile and when he does, that is absolutely not a good sign since it usually means he will edge or overstimulate you to heaven and back. But during aftercare he does a 180 and becomes very nurturing and caring.

Baekhyun

Dom. He’s an experimentalist and probably the kinkiest out of the bunch. I absolutely see him owning a toy box with all kinds of stuff in there (mostly for you). He definitely enjoys giving directions and is generally very vocal about what he wants you to do (are we surprised). He will also tease you relentlessly, both verbally and physically - he’ll call you all kinds of degrading names (usually mixed with praise, like “my pretty little whore”) and first edge you until you beg him to let you cum and then overstimulate you until you beg him to stop. Will definitely play innocent after as if he just didn’t take your body apart at the seems.

Chanyeol

Soft dom. I feel like unless you either fuck up or specifically ask him to be rough, he’ll generally be sweeter and less strict. That doesn’t mean he won’t tease the hell out of you though. He knows you love his hands and he’ll absolutely use that against you. Whether it’s with light touches anywhere but where you actually need him or by giving you orgasm after orgasm with only his fingers because “if you like my hands so much, surely you don’t need my cock” (bastard). But just because he isn’t usually rough with you (both verbally and physically), doesn’t mean you should underestimate him. Question his authority and he will put you in your place.

Kyungsoo (D.O)

Dom. He’s a soft lover and that usually carries over into the bedroom. He loves spoiling you because he’s a simp at heart but he never lets you forget who’s in control when you’re doing a scene. He’s strict about you following the rules you two have established, and if you don’t, he will definitely make you pay for it. I also don't really see him as a toy guy? Like he has a vibrator and maybe one, two other things but he usually relies on his own body and the vibrator if he wants to make you squirm, something he generally enjoys but especially when he’s punishing you.

Jongin (Kai)

Soft dom. He will absolutely do anything to make you happy and praise non-stop (read: simp - affectionately). Buys you pretty lingerie but he’s too impatient to take it off before fucking you so he usually fucks you with it on. What he does have the patience for though is worshipping every part of your body. He almost has too much patience for that though, so you often end up whining for him to hurry up, which more often than not leads to him shushing you and pushing his fingers into your mouth to shut you up.

Sehun

Dom. He’s a sweet guy and can absolutely be down for a more light-hearted dynamic with jokes and teasing but once he's in dom mode, he changes. He’s firm and expects you to obey but he also rewards you for listening with praise. I feel like he’s surprisingly vocal during sex. He tells you what he's going to do, what he expects of you, and he wants you to respond too, no matter how fucked out you are. It just brings him great enjoyment to see you struggle to form the words he wants to hear because lbr, he’s a brat even when he doms.

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baekhyunsbestie · 3 months ago

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Hi babe 🌷 can I request the morning after ft. exo? 🫣

of course ya can, baby 🙂‍↕️😚

⟢ jongin

the first thing you feel is warmth. not just the kind from the morning sun filtering through the curtains, but the kind that lingers—a heat deep in your bones, leftover from the way jongin had unraveled you the night before.

the second thing you feel is him.

jongin is always warm, but right now, he’s molten. his arm is wrapped securely around your waist, holding you against his chest, his breath slow and steady as it fans against the back of your neck. his lips are barely grazing your skin, the touch so light you almost think you’re imagining it.

except you’re not.

because when you shift—when you try to move even an inch away from him—a quiet, almost dangerous hum vibrates through his chest.

"where are you going?" his voice is thick with sleep, deep and husky, but there’s something else woven into it—something possessive.

"nowhere," you whisper, suddenly aware of how sore you are, the ache between your legs a clear reminder of the way he had taken you last night.

jongin hums again, satisfied, his fingers ghosting along your stomach, slow and deliberate. "good."

his hand tightens just slightly against your waist, holding you in place, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. "you don’t leave my bed until i say so."

your breath catches, heat creeping up your neck. "jongin—"

"shh, sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice dipping even lower. "just relax."

his fingers continue their slow descent, tracing the curve of your hip, down to the bruises he left behind. you shudder beneath his touch, and he smirks—you can feel it against your skin, feel the way he takes his time drinking in your reaction.

"you’re still so sensitive," he muses, his thumb pressing into one of the marks he left. "did i go too hard on you?"

you don’t answer, but the way your body reacts is enough.

jongin exhales a soft laugh, lips pressing against the curve of your shoulder, lingering there. "i should've taken my time with you."

his fingers slide higher, back to your waist, gripping you firmly. "should i do it now?"

your breath stutters, and that’s all the answer he needs.

⟢ chanyeol

the first thing you notice is the weight. a heavy arm draped over your waist, long legs tangled with yours, a body pressed so firmly against you that you can feel every inch of him—warm, solid, and completely unwilling to let you go.

the second thing you notice is the sound. low, husky humming, the faint vibration of it rumbling against your skin as chanyeol nuzzles into the crook of your neck.

you try to shift, but the moment you do, a dull ache spreads through your body—deep, throbbing, a reminder of the way he wrecked you last night.

chanyeol notices.

"oh?" his voice is thick with sleep, but there’s something else there—something teasing, something dark. his fingers press into your hips, slow and deliberate, as he pulls you even closer. "what’s wrong, baby?"

"nothing," you mumble, refusing to meet his gaze.

he hums, dragging his fingertips over your thigh, tracing the marks he left there. "too much?" he muses, his lips curving into a smirk. "should i make it worse?"

your breath catches.

he feels it—feels the way your body tenses, the way your fingers tighten in the sheets. and god, he loves it.

"yeol—"

"hm?" his lips graze your shoulder, his voice a deep rumble against your skin. "say it, baby. you know i love hearing you ask for it."

heat pools in your stomach, your thighs clenching instinctively, and his smirk deepens.

"oh," he laughs, rolling you onto your back, his body pressing flush against yours. "you do want me to make it worse."

⟢ sehun

the first thing you feel is exhaustion. the kind that sinks into your muscles, leaving you sore in a way that makes heat creep up your neck as last night floods back in vivid, breathless detail.

the second thing you feel is him.

sehun is still beside you, his arm slung over your waist, his body stretched out like he owns not just the bed but the world. his breathing is steady, but you know he’s awake—can feel the way his fingers trace idle patterns over your hip, slow and deliberate.

you shift slightly, testing the ache in your limbs, and that’s when he speaks.

"don’t even think about running," he mutters, voice thick with sleep, deep and lazy.

you let out a soft scoff. "who said i was running?"

"baby, you’re always running from me," he drawls, finally cracking one eye open, and damn it—he looks good. his hair is a mess, lips slightly swollen, jaw sharp enough to cut.

you roll onto your side, ready to argue, but the movement makes you wince. sehun sees. and smirks.

"oh?" he hums, fingers tightening around your waist, tugging you back against him. "what’s wrong, pretty girl? feeling a little worn out?"

heat rushes to your face. "shut up."

he grins—cocky, satisfied, downright insufferable. "nah, i don’t think i will." his fingers skim lower, tracing the marks he left on your skin, his voice dropping. "not when you look this good in the morning."

you shove at his chest, but he barely budges, his laughter low and rich in your ear.

"so grumpy," he teases, rolling you onto your back, his weight pressing into you. "thought i fucked that attitude out of you last night."

"sehun—"

he hums, leaning down, lips barely brushing yours. "mm. maybe i should try again."

⟢ kyungsoo

the first thing you notice is the scent of him—clean, rich, a little musky from sleep. the second is the warmth of his body beside you, solid and steady, his presence wrapping around you like an unspoken claim.

you shift, muscles aching, and a low chuckle rumbles from the other side of the bed.

"hurts?" his voice is quiet, calm, but there’s something in it—something deep, something unreadable.

you force your eyes open, and there he is, sitting at the edge of the bed, one leg bent, an untouched cup of tea cradled in his hands. he’s shirtless, the morning light casting soft shadows over his toned shoulders, his gaze fixed on you—watchful, almost lazy.

you swallow, your body still thrumming with the remnants of last night. "obviously," you mutter, shifting again, only to wince.

kyungsoo hums, setting his tea down before leaning over, one hand resting against the mattress, the other tracing slow, featherlight touches over your exposed skin. "i told you to be careful," he murmurs, his lips just barely brushing against your temple. "but you didn’t listen."

heat creeps up your neck as you glare at him. "you didn’t tell me you were going to—"

"mm," he interrupts, tilting his head slightly, a faint smirk ghosting over his lips. "i did. you just didn’t care at the time."

you go silent, because he’s right. and he knows it.

his fingers trail lower, brushing over the marks on your hips, and his smirk deepens when he hears the way your breath catches.

"you’re always so stubborn," he muses, shifting so his lips hover just over yours. "but you’ll learn."

your stomach tightens at his words, at the way his eyes darken—because you know exactly what he means.

he leans in, lips brushing yours in a whisper of a kiss, and you barely have time to process it before he pulls away, reaching for his cup again.

"bath or breakfast?" he asks casually, as if he didn’t just unravel you with a few touches and a look.

your heart is still racing. "what?"

he glances at you over the rim of his cup. "which do you want first?"

his voice is calm. patient. but his eyes tell a different story.

because no matter which you choose, you know he’s not done with you yet.

⟢ junmyeon

the soft scent of coffee lingers in the air, blending with the crisp morning breeze drifting in through the open window. the sheets are cool against your skin, but the warmth beside you is undeniable—junmyeon, already awake, sitting against the headboard with one arm draped casually over his knee. his free hand holds a book, though his eyes aren’t on the pages.

they’re on you.

"you're awake," he murmurs, setting his book aside. his voice is rich and smooth, laced with amusement as he watches you blink up at him, still drowsy from sleep.

"barely," you croak, voice hoarse, and he chuckles, reaching over to brush his fingers along your cheek.

"you sound wrecked." his touch is gentle, but the smirk tugging at his lips is anything but. "sore?"

heat floods your face as you roll onto your side, pressing your cheek into the pillow to avoid his knowing gaze. he hums, amused by your shyness, and lets his fingers trail lower, dancing over the marks he left on your body.

"don't hide," he says, his voice softer now, coaxing. "i like seeing you like this—messy, sleepy, still feeling me all over you."

you squeeze your eyes shut. "you're insufferable."

junmyeon laughs, low and indulgent, before leaning down, his breath warm against your temple. "and yet, you still ended up in my bed."

you grumble something unintelligible, and he tuts, shaking his head. "no need to pout, love. i already ran you a bath. figured you'd need it after..." he pauses, lips curving into a smirk. "...everything."

you lift your head just enough to glare at him. "are you ever going to stop being smug?"

his fingers tilt your chin up, his lips grazing against yours in a slow, teasing kiss. "not when i have every reason to be."

you hate that he’s right.

"come on," he murmurs, slipping out of bed and offering his hand. "unless you’d rather stay here and let me make you sore again."

the choice is yours, but judging by the look in his eyes, you already know he wouldn't mind either way.

⟢ baekhyun

the first thing you notice is the soreness, a deep, satisfying ache that lingers in your bones. the second is the warmth beside you—baekhyun, sprawled across the bed, his body half-covered by the sheets, his arm still loosely draped over your waist. his lips are parted, his breathing slow and steady, hair tousled in that effortless way that makes him look both angelic and sinful at the same time.

you try to move, but the moment you shift, a sharp pang shoots through your thighs, making you suck in a breath. baekhyun hums beside you, his hold tightening as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. "mmh… where do you think you're going?" his voice is thick with sleep, low and raspy, sending a shiver straight through you.

"i—" you pause, your voice embarrassingly hoarse. "i was just—"

"trying to run away?" he finishes for you, his lips curling into a smirk against your skin. "after the way you were begging for me last night?"

"i was not—"

"oh, baby," he chuckles, rolling onto his side so he's half-draped over you, his hand tracing slow, lazy circles over your waist. "you so were." his fingers dip lower, grazing over the bruises he left on your hips, making you shiver. "sounded so pretty too. should've recorded it."

you smack his arm, your face burning, but he only laughs, catching your wrist and pinning it against the mattress. "what, you can take everything i gave you last night, but you can’t handle a little teasing?" his eyes are dark, hungry, filled with amusement and something much deeper.

"you’re so annoying," you grumble, looking away.

baekhyun tuts, shaking his head as he leans in, his lips brushing against your jaw. "you love it."

you hate that he’s right.

he shifts, rolling you onto your back, settling between your legs like it’s second nature. you gasp when his hips press into yours, when you feel just how awake he already is.

"baek—"

"shh," he whispers, lips ghosting over yours, his fingers skimming up your thigh. "let me make it up to you."

⟢ minseok

the first thing you register is the warmth. not just from the thick blankets wrapped around you, but from the solid weight of minseok’s arm resting possessively over your waist. his body is flush against yours, his chest firm and steady against your back, his slow, even breaths fanning against your bare shoulder.

he’s awake. you can tell from the way his fingers trace light, lazy circles against your hip, the way his grip tightens slightly when you shift.

"mmh…" your voice comes out hoarse, weak, and minseok hums in response, his lips grazing over the curve of your neck.

"morning, baby," he murmurs, voice low and heavy with sleep.

you try to move, only to freeze when a dull ache spreads through your limbs, the remnants of last night’s intensity sinking into your bones. minseok notices immediately, his grip firm as he holds you in place.

"ah," he muses, his tone dripping with amusement. "too sore to run away?"

you groan, burying your face in the pillow. "you knew this would happen."

he chuckles, shifting so he’s hovering over you now, his lips trailing along your shoulder, slow and deliberate. "of course, i knew," he murmurs, his fingers ghosting over the marks he left on your skin. "i was the one making you fall apart."

your breath catches when his hands slide lower, gripping your waist as he presses his hips into yours, letting you feel just how awake he already is.

"minseok—"

he smirks, leaning in to nip at your ear. "hmm? what is it, baby?"

you clench your jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response, and he laughs, his voice dark, indulgent.

"still got that attitude, huh?" his fingers curl under your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. his eyes are unreadable, deep pools of something that makes your stomach tighten. "should i remind you who made you beg last night?"

your heart stutters, and he must see the way your lips part, the way your breath hitches—because his smirk deepens.

"or should i make you do it again?"

the choice isn’t really yours.

⟢ yixing

the first thing you feel is the weight of an arm draped across your waist, a steady heartbeat pressed against your back. the scent of him lingers on the sheets—something musky, something intoxicating.

you stir slightly, but the moment you do, his grip tightens. a quiet hum rumbles against your skin as yixing nuzzles into the crook of your neck, his lips brushing over your shoulder in a slow, lazy kiss.

"don’t move," he murmurs, voice thick with sleep, low and husky.

you let out a soft breath, your body still heavy from exhaustion, and he smiles against your skin, his fingers tracing light, soothing patterns along your arm. "sore?"

you don’t answer right away, but the way you shift—hesitant, wincing just a little—tells him everything. his hand moves lower, smoothing over the curve of your hip before squeezing gently.

"i was too much, wasn’t i?" he muses, his tone holding no real regret—only quiet satisfaction, laced with something deeper.

you groan, burying your face in the pillow. "you know you were."

yixing chuckles, a soft, velvety sound that sends warmth pooling in your stomach. "then why didn’t you stop me?"

your lips part, but no words come out. because you didn’t want to. because he made you feel too good. because the way he touched you, the way he murmured your name in the dark, the way he worshipped every inch of you—it left you utterly undone.

he shifts then, rolling you onto your back, his body pressing against yours, skin warm and bare beneath the sheets. his fingers trail down, brushing over the marks he left along your thighs, and his gaze darkens.

"you should rest," he murmurs, his touch slow, deliberate, reverent.

but the way his lips ghost over yours, the way his hands slide lower, the way his voice dips into something deeper—something dangerous—tells you rest is the last thing on his mind.

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