#junmyeon x reader smut

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Just friends and nothing else right?

(Updated)

Junmyeon x reader

Summary: Your friends have been with Junmyeon since you were kids. Now that you guys are adults, you guys are inseparable, but you don’t act like friends do. Friends don’t hold hands when you go out, friends don’t give forehead kisses, friends don’t go on dates every two weeks, and friends don’t have sex on a Sunday after a night for a party with your other friends, do they?

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People always ask me if Junmyeon and I are a couple, which we always deny, but of course, they don’t believe us.

One thing about Junmyeon and I is that we have been friends since we were five years old. We met at a family party; his parents are good friends with mine, so after that night we saw each other more often, but then it became more often when my parents told me we were moving. We moved four hours away from our old house to be right next to the Kim family, so I saw Junmyeon on a daily basis. We went to the same school and had the same classes together.

When we were in high school, we did everything together; he was my prom date. On every school trip, we sat together. When we found out we were accepted into the same college, we were over the moon. We had some of the same classes, and we still did everything together. That’s why a lot of people think Junmyeon and I are dating.

(Fast forward to the future.)

"Hey, where's your boyfriend?” my best friend Sofia asked.

“What boyfriend? I don’t have one,”I said, laughing.

“Kim Junmyeon, isn’t he your boyfriend?” She tease

"Nope, he’s my best friend, him and I go way back." I replied, smiling at the thought of him.

"Yeah, sure, whatever, so are we still going to the party this Saturday? You can bring your boyfriend,” she said, looking at her phone.

“I don’t think so, the guys and I are going to Meyeon’s cabin,” I said, sitting on my bed.

“You’re living me all alone then,” she faked cry.

“Jun said you can tag along so I don’t have to be the only girl,” I said, looking up.

“To be the third wheel, no thank you,” she replied.

“Come on, it will be fun. There’s a lake. The cabin is really big, so there’s enough space for all of us."I said, whining.

“Are we sharing a room?” She asked, looking up from her phone.

“I don’t know. I might share a room with Myeon, but if I do, we can as one of the guys to give you their room I bet the Beagle Line won't mind sleepingthe the same room,” I said, laughing

“What you can't make them all three where a room." She said worry.

“Come on, they love spending time together plus Baekhyun would be over the moon to where a room with his best friends" I said, smiling.

“Well as long as they are okay with it than I can go” she replied

“Don't worry I'll ask Baekhyun he knows what to do to convince them,” I said, smiling

“Okay than,” she asked, happily.

"By the way, but just so you know, friends don’t share a room or a bed, so keep denying that you and Junmyeon aren’t a couple,” she said, getting up from the bed and making her way out of my bedroom.

After Sofia left, I got a text message from Junmyeon asking if I was still up for our weekly dinner.

Jun 💕: hey love Are we still up for tonight’s dinner?

Me: Hey, Junmay, of course! Where are we going this time?

Jun 💕: We are going to our favorite Italian restaurant,so wear the pastel pink dress I got you last week

Me: Okay, then see you at 6?

Jun 💕: yes love I'll pick you up, okay? See you soon.😙

Me: see ya 🥰

I looked at the time, and it was 3:30, so I turned the phone off and ran to my closet to pull the dress out and some other stuff to go with the dress. Then I went to take a shower.

After I got out, I did my hair and did my make-up, then I put on the dress Junmyeon ask me to wear. After I was done, Sofia walked in and sat down on my vanity chair.

“Going to your weekly dinner date with your man?” Sofia asked as she snacked on some chips

"Yes, we are going to the Italian restaurant I told you about,” I said as I put on my earnings.

“How much money does he have anyway? He always takes you to fancy, expensive restaurants and buys you expensive stuff. She asked curiously.

“A lot, his parents own a businesses, and his major is business; he wants to start his own,” I said proudly.

“How did you guys meet? She asked interested

“His mom and mine were high school best friends; they went to the same college, but after graduation, they lost contact until a few years later, when they met at the daycare, where they reconnected and found out they both were married and had children,” I said, smiling.

“Does he have any more siblings, or is he an only child like you?” She asked, looking at me and smiling.

“He has an older brother,” I said, sitting down on my bed.

After chatting for a few minutes, I heard the doorbell ring and knew it was Junmyeonn, so I got up. I grabbed my phone and wallet and walked to the door where he was waiting for me.

"Hey, you look really lovely ready to go love,?" He asked as he took my hand

“Hey Myeon, thank you. You look handsome as always, and yes, let's go,” I said as I closed the door.

On our way to the restaurant, we caught up and updated each other on what we had been doing. He told me he visited his parents, and they asked for me, saying they missed me. He also told me how the guys were excited about our trip this weekend. Then we arrived at the restaurant and took our usual spot.

“What are you getting today?” Junmyeon asked as he looked at his menu.

“I don't know. Can you choose for me? I asked, smiling at him.

"Sure, are we also getting white or red wine?” He asked, looking up at me.

“I have been craving red wine for the longest time." I said, laughing.

“Red it is,” Junmyeon said, closing the menus.

After a while, the waitress arrived and asked for our order. Junmyeon told the waiter what we wanted, then he left to get our order done. We talked as we waited for our food to arrive. He told me how existed he was for this weekend and asked if Sofia was coming as well. After a few minutes, our food arrived, and we continued talking.

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“And Sehun was hiding from Kyungsoo; the boy has been getting on Kyungsoo’s nerves a lot lately,” he said as he took a sip of his wine.

“I would too if I were kyung. I can't believe the audacity of Sehun. You have been raising a brat,” I replied, smiling.

“I know, but he’s just so cute, especially when he makes his puppy face,” Jun said, laughing.

"Yeah, he’s so good at making you feel guilty for scolding him,” I said, laughing.

“I’m jealous of you though, he seems to behave and respect you more than any of us,” he said, smiling.

"Well, I’m his favorite noona, and he better respect me or I’ll punch him," I said giggling.

"Hey, how did you convince him to pay for you?” He asked curiously.

“What do you mean?” I asked confused.

“Remember when you both went to get bubble tea? Or the time you went out to eat at his favorite restaurant, he said that he paid for you both,” Junmyeon said, smiling.

"Oh, at the time of the bubble tea, none of you guys wanted to take him, so I did, and at the time of the restaurant, we went because he was sad. You remembered the girl he was talking to? She turned out to be a bitch and a gold digger, so he needed a distraction, but he did pay for those two occasions. He said he wanted to treat me that time since I “spoiled him.” He also paid for some other stuff,” I said, giggling at the thought.

"Wow, I wish I got the treatment. He seems to like you a lot, but I mean, all of the boys do as well,” he said.

"Yeah, I guess they do, especially Bakehyun. He calls me all the time, asking me all sorts of questions. He told me to teach him about menstruation,” I said, rolling my eyes and laughing.

"Really, he’s weird. I’m sorry about him." He said he was looking at me with a small smile.

“It’s alright, I had fun. He was consterned about women’s well-being, asking if we could dye out of blood loss from our period,” I said, laughing.

"He's an idiot, I swear” Junmyeon said, laughing along.

-

After dinner, we walked for a while until it got late, then he took me home and made sure I walked in the apartment building safely before driving off.

The next day I woke up to go to school. My roommate woke up and got ready as well. Then we both headed to school, where we met up with our group of friends. We talked until we arrived at our destination. Then we parted ways. Sofia and I had the same class, so we walked into our class and took our seats.

After that class we had a few more classes but since it was Friday they were short and we got to go home early.

After our last class, I went home to start packing for our trip since we were leaving tonight. As I was packing, my friend walked in, asking if it was going to be cold or hot at night and other stuff to make sure she was prepared for the trip. After an hour of packing, we were all done and waiting for the boys when I got a message from Junmyeon.

Jun 💕:Hey, are you girls ready

Me: Yes, we are.

Jun 💕:Alright, I’ll be there in a few minutes

Jun 💕:By theway, your friend will be raiding with Minseok,Chanyeol, and Jongin.

Me: What about me?

Jun 💕: with me duh, also Kyungso and Sehun will be with us.

Me: What about the others? They are still coming, right?

Jun 💕:Yes, they will be in anothercar,r so don't worry

Me: Okay

Jun 💕: I'll be there in about 20 minutes.

Me: All right, see you soon, then.

After I finished texting him, we brought our stuff to the door and waited for Junmyeon to tell us that they were there.

When the guys arrived, they sent me a

Text telling me They were waiting for us downstairs, so we got our stuff and made our way to where the boys had parked.

I got in the passenger seat with Junmyeon, and Sofia went and got in Minseok's car, then we drove to our destination.

-

After two hours on the ground, we finally arrived at Junmyeon’s cabin. We all got out of the car and started to unload everything and take it inside the house.

As soon as everything was inside, the guys started to joke around, but soon got cut short because Minseok forced them to take everything to their bedrooms. As I was getting my stuff, when Sofia came up to me.

"Hey, so are we shearing a room?” She asked nervously.

“Let me ask-." I was about to finish my sentence when Baekhyun interrupted me.

“So I convince the guys to share a room with me they agree well prank Kyungsoo at night,” Baekhyun said.

"Okay than sound good and please don't get killed by Kyung” I replied laughing “alright Sofia you'll take Chanyeols room now that he and Jongdae are glad to Ng with Bakheyun”

“Okay than I'll go take my stuff there,” she said taking her stuff to the room

When Sofia left, Iwent to place my stuff in Junmyeosn and my shared room, which was the biggest one. When I got there Junmyeon was already there putting his stuff away.

As we unpacked we chatted and joke around than made our way down stairs were the everyone rady was.

Kyungsoo and Junmyeon went to the kitchen to cook dinner well the rest of us hung out in the living room waiting for dinner. After dinner was done we all went to eat. After we all eate we made plans for tomorrow, Junmyeon said there was a club in the town near by that we could go to, and we all agreed.

After dinner, we cleaned up, and we all went to our rooms to rest.

The next day, I was woken up by Junmyeon poking my cheeks and telling me to get up. When I did, he was already dressed up and ready for the day. He told me to get ready and come to the kitchen for breakfast. He got closer to me and kissed my forehead and told me he was going to help kyungsoo make breakfast.

When I walked into the kitchen, all the guys were there. I sat between Sofia and Jongin, and we chatted about the plan for today.

We all decided to go to the lake for a bit until it was time to get ready to hit the club, so we all got ready to go to the lake.

When we got there, we all ran to the water, where we began a water fight. We were having a good time for a few hours until it was time to head back to get ready.

When we got to the cabin, we all went to get ready for the club. When I was doing my hair, Sofia kicked Junmyeon out of the room so we could get ready together.

When Junmyeon left Sofia and I began to get ready. We helped each other with our makeup and then chose each other’s outfits. When we were done, we met the guys downstairs, who were waiting for us. Then we got in the cars and made our way to the club.

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At the club, we found a table and sat down while Beakhyun and Sehun went to get the drinks. I was sitting next to Kyungsoo and Jongdae, and we were all having a good time. Kai asked if I wanted to dance with him, so I agreed.

After a few hours and a few songs and more shots, I was drunk and dancing against Junmyeon, who was surprisingly drunk as well. We were having a good time, but everything’s become a blur, and I don’t remember anything else.

The next day, I woke up next to Junmyeon naked. I turned around to look at him, and he was looking up at the ceiling. Then he turned to me.

“I think we should not talk about this now, so let’s get dressed and head down for breakfast,” Junmyeon said as he got up in a rush to get dressed.

"Oh, okay, yeah, you got ahead. I need a shower." I said I was not trying to make eye contact.

"Okay, than,” he said as he finished getting dressed.

After he left, I went to take a shower, and I broke down crying. I felt rejected, like I didn’t matter to him, and I started to think the worst.

Did he regret having sex with me? Or did he not find me pretty? or was he not sexually attracted to me? Was I bad at sex?

It made me feel even worse when he didn’t give me a forehead kiss like he usually did. I was so heartbroken because, deep down, I loved Junmyeon more than a friend. I have been in love with him for a few years now, so this really crushed me.

After my shower, I got dressed and made my way down the stairs. Sehun and Jongin came running to me, telling me how much their heads hurt and how they never wanted to drink again. They asked if I could make them hung over soup, so I agreed and sent them off to the living room.

As I was making the soup, Jongdae walked in and started to help, then he asked me

"Hey, what’s up with you and Junmyeon Hyung?” He asked, as he got some vegetables.

“What do you mean?" I played dumb.

“I saw you two last night... You were dancing pretty close and then made out. I also know you guys had sex,” he said, turning to me.

"I don’t know; he just told me we were talking later, but he’s not acting like himself; he usually clings in the morning, and today he was distant." I said, letting tears flow.

"Oh, come here, it’s okay. You will talk it out with him, and you will continue like normal,” he said as he hugged me.

“I hope so,” I said, whipping my tears.

After Jongdae and I were done making breakfast, we called the boys over. I sat between Sofia and Lay and talked to them, asking who their night was.

After we ate, Sofia and I went out for a walk. It was relaxing. It was going great when I saw Sehun and Chanyeol, joking around and acting like toddlers. And I remember how Junmyeon and I used to chase each other like that when we were kids and I began to feel sad.

A little while after we arrived, we all went to watch some movies and chill for a bit, but then Baekhyun left the room and came back with a cooler full of beer, soju, and other alcoholic beverages and said we should play some games and drink, so we agreed.

We were all playing different games with some music in the background. I stepped out of the room to go get changed to something more comfortable, but what I didn’t know was that Junmyeon had followed me to the bedroom, where he closed the door and asked to talk to me.

"Y/N, can we talk?" he asked nervously.

"Sure, what do you want to talk about?" I said as I was walking to the closest to get my clothes.

“About last night... I know I was harsh and insensitive this morning; it was rude of me to walk away without taking this with you, and I’m sorry about that."Junmyeon said, looking sad.

“Did you regret it? Or did you hate it?” I asked, feeling insecure.

"Of course no, you were great, and I love it, but I wish our first time would have been different,” he said nervously.

"Really, you're not joking, right? So does that mean... I asked, looking at him as I placed my clothes on the bed.

“I have loved you since we were 16, but since we were good friends, I didn’t want to ruin anything, and then you got a boyfriend, so I thought I would never get a chance with you,” he said with a small smile.

“Aww Junmyeon I liked you for so long, and I thought I messed up last night. I thought I ruined our friendship,” I said, walking up to hug him.

“It’s okay, let’s start over again, okay?” He asked as he pulled me for a kiss.

We continued kissing, and we slowly started to take our clothes off until I got on my knees, curled between his legs and took his dick into my mouth. His cock was sliding in and out of my mouth and my hand was stroking him.

"God that feels great!" was all Junmyeon could muster along with a moan.

And with that, I lowered my head and continued my sucking, bobbing and stroking.

Junmyeon began to moan louder and managed to get out an "I'm cum...” before he finished in my mouth. I stopped my head bobbing and slowly stroked and sucked all of the juices out of him.

Shortly thereafter, I moved up, still holding his hard cock in my hand and we kissed some more.

After we broke the kiss junmyeon slowly laide me down on the bed and lowered his lips and kissed me again. Then he slowly moved over to my neck and down my shoulder. He slowly started to make his way down my body, and got back up.

“Get on your knees I want to take you from behind this time” he said in a low deep voice

I got up from the bed and did as he said and got on my knees like he requested.

He walked over to me and grabbed my ass, pulling up closer to him and started to rubbing my wet pussy

“Look how wet you already are, you want it you dirty girl” he said with a chuckle “You like that? Yeah you fucking do” he said and spanked me

“Harder,” I said under my breath

He smiled and spanked me again, harder. Then he took my panties off the floor and shoved them into my mouth.

“Bite down on that, I don't want to hear you for now,” he said as he slipped three fingers into my wet opening. I let out a muffled groan and bit down on my lace panties.

He than began to finger fucked me, hitting my sweet spot every time he went deeper in. After a while I felt a warm tingle run through my body and my legs started to shake violently.

“Yes baby, cum on my hand you dirty slut” he said as I came He then removed the panties from my mouth and instead stuck his fingers into my mouth.

“Suck all your juices off baby” he said

I did as I was told and began to lick off my own cum, I loved the taste of myself in him.

He removed his hand and stuck the pnaties back into my mouth, then he grabbed my arms and pinned them behind my back.

“Do you want me to fuck your tight little pussy?” he said seductively

I nodded my haid to let him know I wanted him so than tookhis hard cock, rubbing it by my entrance, teasing my pussy. He kept rubbing it up and down my pussy, making me want him more and more.

I finally could take it anymore and thrust my hips back so that his cock could slip inside me. He was surprised by what I did and started thrusting in and out of me.

Junmueon pov:

I heard a whimper coming from y/n and started to rapidly side in and out of her

I than flip her on her back and took her panties of her mouth and I continued fucking her y/n’s nails gripped my shoulders.

I watched as pleasure raced across her face, her mouth open, moans exiting.

I thrusted a few times and felt my own eruption coming on again. My moans increased and this seemed to stir her on.

"Yes... yes... oh... cum...in...me..." she huffed and gasped.

I couldn't hold back anymore. It was too much.I felt my cock swell, my balls release.A loud moan from y/n as her nail dug in to my back. I exploded inside of her.

Y/n continued to grip me, breathing heavily and letting out small whimpers. I look down at her for a while than I Finlay pull of out her and I Laydown next to her

After a while of catching my breath, I got up and went to the bathroom to get a clean wet rag to clean y/n and I up.

After we cleaned ourselves up and got bad on the end with her and cuddled up to her. She places her head on my bear chest and I plaid with her hair.

We stayed like that for a while not talking or doing anything but being in each other's embrace.

After a few hours of staying in bed, we got up took a shower, and went downstairs hand in hand.

“Are y'all done fucking each othes brains out?" Sehun said, laughing.

“Look at the way she walks; something really went down in their room." Lay said, laughing.

“Are you sure you guys are just friends?” Minseok ask joining the game

“Just friends, right? Because last time I checked friends don’t fuck nor wear their friends clothes," Sofia said as she pointed to Junmyeons shirt I was wearing.

“I don’t fuck my girl's best friend... unlike Junmyeon Hyung here,” said Kai, laughing.

"Guys, we are just friends,” I said, playing along.

“We are only friends? But you said you loved me and that I made you feel good." Junmyeon said as he pretended to be offended.

"Oh, coming guys, are you seriously just going to fuck and pretend that you're only friends and don’t have feelings for each other?” Jongdae asked and disseminated

“Does this answer your question?" Junmyeon answered as he pulled me for a heated kiss.

"Okay, okay, we get it. You're dating now and just had sex a few hours ago. If You're going to act like that. Please go fuck again and come back when you're not horny any more." Chanyeol said it with a disgusted tone.

“Calm down, we’re all good. Let’s just watch a movie or something, okay?” I asked them.

They all agreed, and we took a seat and pulled up a movie to watch. The boys were on the couch or on the floor. Well, Junmyeon and I sat on one of the other couches cuddling up to each other as the guys argued back and forth about what movie we should watch first.

We had a good relaxing night and a good rest of the week with the boys. We went for a hike and for a swim at the lake with some delicious food that Kyungsoo made, but I was more excited that this trip to Junmyeon’s cabin got us closer in a way we never imagined.

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Okay, I rewrote this and I kind of like it way more I hope this is way better and I hope you enjoy sorry for the big change I just thought this would be a lot better 😅

[eomayas]

exo getting caught simping for you

a/n: it’s ok to be a simp! some are suggestive (jongdae, baekhyun, sehun) this is a bit long btw!

minseok: “i miss you,” he says into the phone, cradling it to his ear. he can practically hear your smile when you respond with i miss you too. “what are you doing right now?” he asks, pulling the blanket closer to his chin and snuggling deeper in the bed. minseok wishes it was you that he was lying with, and not these hotel pillows.

“talking to you,” you reply cheekily. minseok giggles at this the way only a person in love would. “baby, you should probably get some sleep. you have a show tomorrow.” you say and he sighs, his bottom lip jutting out slightly.

“but i want to talk to you!” he whines, somewhat like a child would. you only scoff and tell him that he can call you in the morning after he’s had some rest. “fine. i love you, honey!” he says, just as the hotel door opens and jongin and baekhyun walk in, jongin making a face at him and baekhyun laughing.

“i love you, honey!” jongin mocks, bursting into a fit of giggles. “is that jongin?” you ask, amusement in your voice.

minseoks cheeks turn red. “yes, goodnight, y/n,” he says, rushing to get off of the phone.

“don’t hang up on me!” you say, letting out a light laugh at his embarrassment.

“y/n,” he groans, burying his face into the pillow. jongin and baekhyun are quietly waiting for him to say something so cheesy and incriminating, so that they can use it against him later.

you giggle and sigh. “alright. goodnight minseokie, i love you. tell jongin i love him too,” you say, blowing him a kiss into the phone before hanging up. minseok would have blown one back, but he is already getting mocked by his younger members and can’t handle the teasing he’s going to get for the next few days.

“minseokie!” baekhyun yells, making smooching sounds at him. jongin giggles and joins in, the two men jumping onto his bed and shouting the nickname and pretending to be you on the phone.

minseok wishes he was dead.

junmyeon: “please don’t leave,” your boyfriend groans, burying his face into your neck, holding you close to him. you rub your hands up and down his back soothingly. “come with?” he asks, pulling back to look up at you with wide eyes.

“no,” you say, punctuating it with a kiss. suho let’s out a groan and a fake cry, and you laugh. “you’re such a baby.” you say, running your hands through his hair.

“yours,” he says quietly, and you smile, squeezing him tightly before patting his back and telling him that he needs to get ready to leave. junmyeon stands up straight and looks down at you, a dejected look i’m his face.

“oh my god, you’re so dramatic!” you say, and he cracks a small smile. you gently whack him on the chest and clutches your hand in his, settling it over his heart. “it’s only a few days.” you say, rubbing his forearm with your free hand.

junmyeon juts out his bottom lip slightly. “i dont know what i’ll do without you,” he says, and a brief snort makes you both perk up and look around for culprit, finding sehun wheeling his suitcase behind him.

“you’re so dramatic,” sehun says to junmyeon, laughing at his leader and older friend. junmyeons face sobers, turning bright red at his youngest member making fun of him and seeing him in such a vulnerable state.

“go away,” junmyeon all but whines and stomps his foot as he says it, making you giggle at him. he rolls his eyes at you and you wave goodbye to sehun who (for once) listens to what junmyeon tells him to do. “this isn’t funny.”

“it kind of is,” you say, grabbing his hands and pulling him closer to you. he continues to pout, even after you cradle his face in your hands and smush his cheeks together. “i love you, junmy.” you say. he only hums in response and you gasp, letting go of him. “say it back, asshole!”

he smiles and pulls you back towards him. “i love you, y/n,” he says, his voice sincere. junmyeon puts his hands on your hips and leans down to your level, brushing his nose with yours. he gets close to your lips and you pull back slightly.

“i’m gonna miss you,” you whisper, looking into his eyes. he gives you a soft smile, and this time you let him kiss you, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close. it’s probably too intimate of a kiss for public, but neither of you show any signs of caring.

“we’re leaving without you!” minseok and jongin shout, breaking up your kiss with your man. junmyeon sighs and goes back to pouting almost immediately, and you gently push him away from you and towards his group members who are starting to board the jet. “hurry up, lover boy!” minseok shouts before disappearing into the jet.

“go,” you say, pulling away from him at last. junmy sighs again, finally starting to head towards the jet, looking over his shoulder at you dramatically like they do in the movies. you giggle at that and wave once he gets up to the door of the plane. “i love you!” you shout, and rather than getting a response from him, the rest of the exos shout. “i love you too!”

baekhyun: you smile at your boyfriend on facetime as he hums absentmindedly. he’s looking away from the camera, and you get a nice view of his side profile. “baek,” you say, resting the side of your head in your palm.

“hmm?” he says and turns to the camera, a soft smile on his face. you smile back at him, hearts probably taking the shape of your eyes.

“i love you,” you say, suddenly feeling very embarrassed. he smiles wide, showing his teeth and making his eyes crinkle.

“i love you too,” he says. you hear a door open on his side, and he turns around to greet whoever it is. “hey, junmyeon. say hi to y/n.” he says, moving the camera to show his leader. junmyeon crosses him arms over his his bare chest, trying to shield himself from you.

“hi, y/n. sorry i’m not dressed, i just showered,” he says apologetically.

“it’s alright,” you reply.

“what do you mean it’s alright?” baekhyun shouts, turning the camera back to his face, sporting an incredulous expression.

you roll your eyes. “you know what i meant,” you say.

“you should only be alright with seeing me naked,” baekhyun says.

“i’m more than okay with that,” you say, and he smiles. he pretends to lift his shirt up, and junmyeon yells at him to stop, not while he’s still digging for his pajamas. you only giggle and add, “you can get naked whenever.”

“can you wait a second!?” junmyeon yells, frantically digging around his bag for his clothing so he can lock himself in the bathroom and get away from you and baekhyun.

jongdae: “you know i miss you,” you say into the phone, a hand on your chest, right over your heart where jongdae lives.

“yeah? how much?” he asks teasingly, a big smile on his face. he leans his shoulder into the wall and crosses one leg behind the other.

“a lot,” you reply, unable to contain your smile. so far, every conversation you’ve had with him since he’s been gone on tour. "she misses you too." you add coolly, biting the inside of your cheek.

jongdae's cheeks tinge pink and he looks down at the floor. "yeah?" he manages, putting a hand on the back of his neck, his face only getting redder at the thought of you. its been too long since hes had you.

"mhm. we miss you a lot."

he only smiles to himself and says "both of you can show me how much when i get back," just as the door to the practice room opens and kyungsoo enters, his eyes narrowed in jongdae's direction. when jongdae blushes bright red at getting caught, kyungsoo raises his eyebrows, a knowing smirk on his face. "baby, i gotta go." he says, clearing his throat and straightening his posture.

on the other line, you frown. "fine. but you are upsetting us." jongdae glances over at kyungsoo who has taken a seat on the floor, preoccupied with his phone.

"i'll make it up to you," he says, turning his back to kyungsoo's direction. "swear i will. just be good." he says lowly, already embarrassed from kyungsoo walking in on the both of you having borderline phone sex.

"don't know if i can do that, dae. we really miss you. she's getting lonely; nothing feels as good as you do," you sigh, resting your head on the couch pillow.

jongdae forces himself to think about anything other than your words in order to stop a tent from forming in his pants. "kyungsoo is here," he mutters, many minutes too late.

you gasp. "oh my god, jongdae! can he hear me?" you panic, irritated that he let it get that far with an audience.

"i dont think so?" your fiancee replies, his voice unsure.

"oh my god, bye, jongdae," you say, and hang up before he can get another word in. jongdae lets out a breath and squeezes his eyes shut, trying to rid his brain of images of you on top and underneath him.

turning around and sliding his phone back into his pocket, jongdae starts walking over to kyungsoo. kyungsoo lifts his eyes from his phone at the sound of jongdaes footsteps and says, "you should really turn your phone volume down," making jongdae stop in his tracks get insanely red in the face, embarrassment flooding his body.

chanyeol: "wait, listen to this real quick," chanyeol says, scrolling through his laptop to find the track he had showed you a few weeks ago. he's changed a few things and added more drums and a flute--he really values your opinion on his music and wants you to hear what hes made.

you wait patiently for him to click play. the opening notes make you smile as you remember the way you told him he should let them play before he stacks them and blends the sounds together. "replay that part," you say when you hear something new.

chanyeol rewinds a few seconds and presses play before asking, "this part?"

you listen and gasp when you hear it again. "yes! pause it!" you shout over the phone. "did you add a violin?" you ask, a smile on your face.

chanyeol smiles at the phone, impressed with the way you've enhanced your musical knowledge and have noticed little things, like the violin strings that are stacked behind drums. "i did," he says, proudly.

you sigh in awe of him. "yeolie you're so... you're so cool," you gush, like a little schoolgirl talking to her crush. everything about chanyeol amazes you and makes you smile, and yes, maybe it’s because you’re in love with him, but you also would like to think that it would be this way even if you weren’t, if you were just friends or some fan.

chanyeol can’t help but blush at your words, the tips of his ears turning red in the way that you love. “aw, he’s blushing!” jongin says, taking the phone away from chanyeol to tell you. you smile, your heart swelling at the image your brain conjures up.

“are his ears turning red?” you ask and chanyeol yells in protest, only making his blush deepen.

“of course,” jongin replies, ducking out of reach when chanyeol swings to hit him. you only giggle and sigh, feeling mildly upset that you are not there to witness one of you favorite things ever.

“give me back my phone!” chanyeol says, reaching around jongin for it, but the younger man is too quick and gets out of the desk chair and crosses the studio in record time.

“you know, he’s made, like, four songs for you. i don’t know why he didn’t show you one of those,” he says, a devilish grin on his face, though he’s telling the truth. at this admission, chanyeol launches himself from his seat. “i’m sorry! please! here, take it back!” he pleads, holding out his phone for chanyeol to take back and shielding his body from the blows that don’t come.

“shut the fuck up,” chanyeol groans at jongin, taking the phone off speaker and it putting it to his ear. “ignore him.” he says to you, running a hand through his hair.

“…so you didn’t write four songs for me?” you question. chanyeol bites the inside of his cheek, not ready to admit that yes, he did write four songs for you, most of which have lyrics that he hasn’t let anybody hear. “yeol.”

“hmm?” he says, settling back into his chair at the engineering table, his face burning. you smile, because you’ve got your answer.

kyungsoo: you run your hands over kyungsoo's newly shaved head, grimacing a bit when you run your hands the opposite direction of the cut and the follicles prick your fingers. "you don't like it?" he asks after seeing your face.

"i love it, actually. just feels weird," you say, dragging your hands down to the sides of his face and smiling down at him. kyungsoo gives you a small smile. he turns his head to the side and kisses the inside of your palm, your heart melting in your chest. "hi." you say shyly, kyungsoo leaning into your touch.

he smiles up at you, his eyes crinkling around the edges. "hi, pretty," he says, and you could just die. you remove your hands from the sides of his face and put them on his shoulders and adjust yourself in his lap so you are fully facing him and your legs are on either side of him, knees resting on the couch. kyungsoo laces his hands together behind your back, loosely holding you against him. “you look really pretty today.”

“just today?”

kyungsoos cheek turn a light shade of pink. “always,” he says, you smile at him and lean down to place a gentle kiss on his lips. the door to the lounge opens, and all 7 of the exos walk in loudly.

“y/n!” they shout when they see you on kyungsoos lap, making kyungsoo and you pull apart resignedly. irritation is etched on your boyfriends face at the interruption, and you gently pinch his cheek before moving to turn around.

“hi, you gu- kyungsoo, let me get up,” you say when he holds you tightly on his lap, making you turn around uncomfortably to greet the other members. at your request, kyungsoo let’s you get up with a sigh, holding onto the back of your skirt so you don’t accidentally flash the men behind you. “you guys did great tonight!” you compliment when you’re finally standing up and facing them.

a conversation breaks out, and you don’t notice when you lean against the couch and drape your arm over kyungsoos shoulder, gently stroking the side of his face. you both hold hands with your free one, and he rubs the inside of your palm with his thumb.

it’s only when you notice chanyeol cut his eyes at you and kyungsoo being so clingy that you smile. “kyungsoo, i’ve never seen you act like this!” he says, his eyes wide.

“like what?” kyungsoo asks absentmindedly, looking up at you with eyes that make your knees weak and your heart beat faster.

“so cheesy, and-“ kyungsoo snaps his head to look at chanyeol, daring him to finish his sentence. chanyeol closes his mouth, a nervous smile on his face just from a look from kyungsoo alone. the other members wait in silence, as do you, with amusement on their face, waiting for chanyeol to continue and claim his fate or to surrender. “never mind.” he says, waving kyungsoo off.

a collective giggle is let out in the room, and kyungsoo looks up at you with wide eyes, unaware of the effect he has on people.

jongin: “here,” jongin says softly, holding out his fork in front of your face. you try to take it out of his hands and he pulls it back, shaking his head. “let me do it.” he says, a shy smile on his face.

you comply and open your mouth, letting him feed you. “is it good?” he asks, watching you with so much love in his eyes it’s slightly overwhelming. you nod and give him a thumbs up, swallowing the food. jongin smiles and gives you a soft kiss on your lips.

this goes for the rest of the night; he’ll present food in front of your face and wait for you to open up to feed you, ask you if it’s good, and then kiss you. it’s sweet, really, and you don’t think anything of it, even after the rest of the exos join you for your meal.

sometimes you feed jongin, but most of the time he steals it off your plate or you put it on his. it becomes second nature for you both. “ooh, let me try that,” you say, pointing to the dessert that kyungsoo places down in front of jongin. your boyfriend cuts off a piece, giving you the first bite.

you accept the food and your eyes widen as you taste it. “kyungsoo, this is really good!” you say after you chew and swallow. he gives you a kind smile and thanks you.

jongin already has another bite of food waiting for you when you turn back to ask him, and you accept it with a smile on your face. he can only smile back, resisting the urge to grab your face and just kiss you until the sun rises, his group members be damned.

the man made sound of a whip cracking makes you and jongin snap your head in the direction, eyes falling on jongdae, minseok, baekhyun, and junmyeon all giggling, or holding back laughs. you smirk and look over at jongin, who wears an annoyed expression. “whatever,” he mumbles. you rub his back and he leans into you, making the situation worse because even kyungsoo joins in on the teasing, pantomiming cracking a whip and making the noise as well.

sehun: you cage your arms around him and put your chin on the center of his chest, looking up at him. sehun looks down at you with a small smile. “you’re cute,” he says, and if his arms weren’t pressed so tightly against his sides he’d boop your nose.

“so are you,” you say to him, loosening your hold around him and instead wrapping your arms around his waist.

“i know,” he says, and you roll your eyes. sehun moves hair out of your face and leans down to place a kiss on your lips. “cmon, let’s finish.” he says, sliding out of your grip. the two of you had choreographed a dance to a song you both liked, and had been using the exo practice room for a few hours now.

you nod and he jogs over to the speaker to play the song again, and then comes back to get into the starting position. you watch yourself in the mirror as you hit all of the moves, your feet feeling like they barely touch the floor. sehun watches you too, getting lost in the way that you move so freely, like you’re weightless and gravity isn’t any concern of yours.

he misses a few steps and you notice, smirking at him through the mirror. “keep up, lover boy,” you say, doing the last few moves as the song comes to a close. you wipe your sweaty forehead with the hem of your shirt, and sehun comes over to you, just as the door to the practice room opens. you turn and wave at jongdae, and he greets you and sehun with a wave, his phone pressed to his ear.

sehun takes this moment to pull you closer to him by your shirt. you let out a light laugh at him, and awkwardly keep your hands off of him because youre both sweaty. “i’m all gross,” you say.

“me too,” and he leans down and kisses you, his hands sticking to your skin through your shirt. you hold onto his arms, cringing at the feeling of sticky skin on sticky skin, and pull away.

“it’s too gross,” you say, making a face. sehun frowns at you, and you have to hold back a smile.

“you think i’m gross?”

“when we’re both sweaty? yes,” you say say, putting your hands on your hips.

“i like you when you’re sweaty,” sehun replies. “i like you when you’re all dirty.” he adds, making you exclaim in protest and draw the attention of jongdae, who just gives you both a disgusted look.

[chogiwass]

Okayyy hear me out!! Sooo recently I’ve been arguing with my friends about what could be exo’s favorite positions and we can’t seem to be able to point it out lol.

i've been talking to my friend abt this too!! so hear me out

minseok- against the wall or smth with him on top, i think he would like to be close to his partner

junmyeon- he gives soft dom vibes soo, probably missionary where he is on top or his partner riding him, he would still be on control though. and i think he praises his partner a lottt

baekhyun- i feel like he would let you ride him at any moment?? he is like super chill sometimes. but i also think he is down to try everything, probably wants to be in control

chanyeol- he would have you BEND!!! OVER!!! any surface you can bend over. i feel like he is an ass guy. or against the wall?? or probably having your legs in his shoulder or smth like that

kyungsoo-he looks so relaxed and like he would like having a connection with the person?? missionary or when you are riding him are the best i think

jongin- ok, you riding him. he just gives me that vibe and no one can change my mind. but i also think he would fuck you on a kitchen counter or a table or the shower

sehun- uhh so the first thing i think about is giving him head and keeping eye contact, then probably you being on top a little bit but he wold take over in no time. i can also see him spooning

[marvelous-llama]

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Exordia Academy by @kpopfanfictrash

Welcome to the Exodus Mall by @yehet-me-up

12 days of lust by @kwanisms

Gaurdian angel series by @marshmallow-phd (Kyungsoo, Sehun, Baekhyun, Jongin, Chanyeol, Junmeon)

Vampire series by @marshmallow-phd (Tao, Chanyeol, Yixing, Luhan, Minseok, Jongin, Kyungsoo, Baekhyun)

Crimson Aurora Hotel & Spa collab by @myeoning-call

meant to be by @galactichen

Kim Minseok

Kim Junmyeon

Zhang Yixing

Byun Baekhyun

Kim Jongdae

Park Chanyeol

Do Kyungsoo

Kim Jongin

Oh Sehun

[lunaflowers]

jealousy (dom!junmyeon)

pairing: kim junmyeon x reader genre: smut, pwp word count: 2.1k synopsis: you make junmyeon jealous so he punishes you in his favourite way warnings: sadist dom!junmyeon, masochist sub!reader, established relationship, jealousy, whipping, degradation, name calling, piv, pussy slapping

author's note: this is unedited, i'm sorry!

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“This is what you fucking wanted, isn’t it?” Junmyeon said, anger in every syllable. “You wanted to make me jealous so I would act like this?” He shoved you against the wall, pinning you there.

“No, I swear,” you replied, your voice a strained whimper. 

“Liar,” he spat at you. “You’ve been trying to drive me crazy all night.”

“It’s not true.” You really hadn’t been trying to make him jealous. The two of you had been together at an SM Entertainment company party, celebrating the launch of some new business venture along with his fellow members as well as many others. Everyone seemed to be having a great time. The drinks were flowing and Baekhyun had been in a particularly jovial mood, regaling you with stories of his latest vacation. The two of you were huddled in a corner while he was showing you the pictures on his phone.

And sure, maybe he had been flirting a little. He was Baekhyun, it was what he did. He just was a flirt. It didn’t mean anything. He’d linger a little too long on any vacation photos where he was on the beach, wet and topless, waggling his eyebrows at you jokingly while you giggled and rolled your eyes.

You hadn’t realised that Junmyeon was watching the two of you, seething the entire time. He hadn’t shown it. No, he was far too dignified and professional to lose his shit in public like that, not to mention he had his perfect idol image to maintain. Instead he merely ignored you when you would try to get his attention. But as soon as the two of you got home, it was like a switch had been flipped.

You were against the wall with Junmyeon’s arms on both sides of you. He was staring you down and you felt yourself shrink underneath his hard gaze.

“Junmyeon, baby, I wasn’t trying to make you jealous,” you said soothingly. You tried to reach out and put a comforting hand on his cheek but he grabbed you by the wrist. 

“Did I say you were allowed to touch me, you fucking slut?”

The harsh words had you at once feeling chagrined and aroused. “I’m sorry, sir.”

“You’re gonna be,” Junmyeon said, taking a step back. “Take off your panties.”

“I- I’m not wearing any,” you stammered in response. You cast your eyes down on the floor, not even able to look him in the face. “For you, not anyone else. I thought it would be a fun little thing for after the party. I would’ve told you during the party but you would barely talk to me.”

You finally looked up at him and you saw the muscle in his jaw twitch ever so slightly. He snapped his fingers, pointing to the bedroom you shared. “Get in there and bend over the bed. Now.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You ran to your room and did as you were told, bent over the bed with your ass in the air. It was a few minutes before Junmyeon entered the room, presumably because he knew the anticipation would only serve to make you wetter. He got behind you and lifted the skirt of your dress up over your ass, exposing you. He gave you one quick, hard spank and you yelped at the pain.

“Put your hands behind your back.”

You did, and he began to tie them up with what you knew was his tie from the way the soft silk of it felt on your wrists. He then reached down and stuck two fingers deep into your already sopping wet cunt. It made you moan to finally have something inside you.

“Desperate whore,” he said, pulling his fingers out of you and wiping them on your dress. You heard the jingle of his belt and you knew he was taking it off. “Brace yourself.” 

Brace myself for what? You thought, seconds before you felt his belt whipping you across the ass. You yelped loudly and he chuckled. 

“Junmyeon!” You cried, tears already forming in your eyes.

“Hmm?”

“That- It really hurt,” you said, pathetically.

“That’s the point, love,” he said, but he gave your ass cheek a comforting rub anyway. “Do you want me to stop?” You two had never used a safe word. If you ever wanted to stop, you just told him and he would.

You shook your head. “No… I liked it. You buried your head into the sheets, embarrassed at your confession.

“I know,” Junmyeon said, whipping you again, but lighter this time. “Spread your legs more. I can see by the way your slutty pussy is gushing for this, you little pain slut.”

You whined out, but didn’t protest, spreading your legs as he asked. He whipped you again, and again, and again. Every time he saw those little pink welts criss-crossing your ass, he got more excited. Seeing your pussy drip down your thighs as he marked you up was making his cock twitch in his pants and he couldn’t wait until the moment it was buried inside your cunt.

He whipped you again and you kept on making delicious little pained noises that only served to arouse him further. “Do you want more?”

“Yes, sir,” you whined, “I’ve been such a whore today. I deserve to be punished. Whip me more, please.”

“Good girl. I like when you know your place,” Junmyeon replied. He began whipping you again, focusing more on your thighs now, as your ass didn’t look like it could take much more. “Desperate sluts deserve to be hurt, don’t they?”

“Yes, sir,” you repeated, revelling in the pain and pleasure. You heard Junmyeon throw his belt down onto the hardwood floor behind you. He came up right behind you and put two fingers in your cunt again. It was shameful how easy he was able to enter you. He pumped your pussy a few times, and took his fingers out, leaning forward and showing you his slick soaked fingers.

“Do you think it’s normal to get this wet when a man hurts you? Don’t you think that’s a little fucked up?”

Shame spread throughout your body at what he said, “I’m sorry,” you apologised as his degrading words only made your desire for him stronger.

Junmyeon wiped his soaked fingers on your face and you winced, feeling the coolness of your arousal on your cheek. Your hands were still tied behind your back so you couldn’t wipe it off, not that you would’ve tried without Junmyeon’s permission.

“So,” Junmyeon said, grabbing you by the hair and pulling you up off the bed. You looked him in the eyes and he slapped you across the face. “Did I say you could look at me?”

“No, sir, sorry, sir,” you babbled, your cheek now smarting as well as your ass. You looked down at your feet so you didn’t see Junmyeon’s smirk.

He picked you up and threw you on the bed. You landed with a gentle thump on your belly and you squealed, although it didn’t actually hurt. Junymeon got on the bed and untied your wrists. He then flipped you over onto your back and tied them to the headboard instead. Your freedom had been so fleeting and always under his control.

He looked down at you and you closed your eyes, not that you would’ve minded getting slapped again, but you didn’t want to test him. You heard him chuckle, and he leaned down, sucking a hickey onto your breast. “You’re such a good, obedient slut for me when it’s just us. So why do you have to act like such a whore in public?”

You bit your lip, “I’m sorry, sir,” you repeated.

“Sorry, sir,” he mocked, a girlish imitation of your voice. “That’s all you can say for yourself. You’re so pathetic.”

You were going to apologise again, an automatic reflex at this point, but you stopped yourself. Junmyeon ran his hand down over your body, between your breasts, down your belly button and finally stopping when he got to your cunt, his fingers deftly rubbing your clit.

“Look at me,” he ordered, and you did, opening your eyes to meet his dark ones. He looked at you with amusement, enjoying the way you were falling apart underneath him. Without warning, he pulled his hand back and gave your cunt a smack. You yelped in pain, and he did it again.

“Tell me how much you love it when I hurt you.”

“I love it so much, sir,” you said, as tears filled your eyes when he smacked your pussy again. You were struggling against your restraints but it was no use. He smacked you once more. You cried out and he smiled sadistically.

“You’re so pretty when you cry, you know that?” He meant it. Something about your swollen eyes and lips always made him want to fuck you senseless. He smacked your cunt again and you screamed. 

“Please stop… No more,” you said, trying to close your legs. 

“Has my baby had enough?” Junmyeon asked, his voice softening considerably. He was always in tune with you and he never wanted to push you beyond your limits.He rubbed you between the legs in a gesture meant to comfort.

You nodded and he kissed you on the lips soothingly.

“Please Junmyeon… I need you…” you whined when he broke the kiss. “Please?”

“Does my baby wanna be fucked now? After she’s been such a bad girl?”

“Yes, please,” you said, stopping yourself from apologising again. 

“Fine. You’ve been taking your punishment so well that I think you deserve a little treat.” Junmyeon positioned himself on top of you, getting in between your legs and pressing the tip of his cock to your wet folds, teasing you as you squirmed. “You’ll never fucking do that again, will you? Hmm? I won’t catch you in the corner of some room giggling away with Baekhyun or anyone again?”

“No, I won’t. It won’t happen again, I promise,” you replied. Just fuck me already, you wanted to scream, but you didn’t dare.

“Good girl,” Junmyeon said, as he pushed himself into you. Both of you moaned as he entered your body.

He began moving inside you while kissing you at the same time. You knew he wanted this as much as you did and you felt ecstatic at finally, finally being fucked. 

“Does it feel good?” Junmyeon asked, continuing to kiss your face.

“Yes… God, so good,” you said, giving a little gasp of pleasure as he hit all your sweet spots.

“Your pussy always feels amazing,” he said with a groan. He moved deeper inside you, and you arched your back at the intrusion. You want to grab him, to hold on to him, or to something but your restraints wouldn’t allow it so you just released a frustrated moan.

Junmyeon smirked, slowing down and allowing you to gather yourself. “Is something the matter?”

“I just want to touch you, sir. Please…” You shook your wrists, gesturing to where you were tied to the headboard. You wanted desperately for him to remove them.

He looked at your tied wrists, as though he was contemplating whether or not to do it. He seemed to come to a swift decision though.

“No.”

With that, he sped up his pace again, his hands on either side of you as he looked you in the eyes. He liked how helpless and vulnerable you were underneath him. And he especially liked watching you struggle so pitifully, resulting in those pretty pink marks on your wrists. 

“I’ve been too fucking nice to you already, you little slut,” he said, breathlessly, “You need to learn you don’t get to have everything you want.”

“But sir,” you began to protest, but they died in your throat once he began using his thumb to play with your clit. In a split second you were close. “Gonna cum,” you managed to squeak out seconds before you did.

You came with a moan all over his cock. He hadn’t said you could, and you usually asked permission but he let it slide considering how far gone he was too. Groaning, he soon came inside of you, like he always did.

The two of you laid in the bed, catching your collective breaths. Junmyeon untied you and you tucked yourself into his warm body. He gave you a kiss on your forehead.

“Learned your lesson?” he asked, teasingly.

“Hmm… I think I might need a reminder eventually,” you quipped back.

“Well, I’ll always be here to give it to you.”

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[decantingstxrs]

sneaking around was so sexy to you.

you loved waiting till your roommate left for classes to sneak into your other roommate’s room for some fun. was it the risk of getting caught? or maybe the fact that you shared this dirty little secret with just him? whatever it was, did it get you going.

luckily it was an early day. your roommate left for a grad school interview while your secret lover took a ‘sick day’ from work.

“so. i’ve got a couple quick questions for ya,” you ask, placing a hand on his chest. he eagerly responds to your body language, reaching behind to cup your asscheeks in his hands.

“shoot.”

“how long do you think he’ll be gone?”

“i’d say a couple hours.”

“right. and how many rounds is that?”

“two, maybe three.”

“four?”

“five if you can cum quick enough.”

“i’ll take that bet.”

[jongbross]

kinktober: exhibitionism + threesome (kim junmyeon x f!reader x oh sehun)

pairing: kim junmyeon x f!reader x oh sehun word count: 595 genre: i'm so done with this topic warnings: description of sexual activities, fingering (female receiving), swearing, dom!junmyeon, sub!reader, sub!sehun, reader is in a relationship with junmyeon, a/n: it took some effort but kinktober is now concluded! thank you to everyone who participated somehow, i had a lot of fun <3

"be good now", junmyeon demanded. he had a glass of wine on one of his hands, and a lustful look on his eyes. "don't you dare be a brat."

"yes, sir", you replied with just a little bit of a mock tone.

you straddled sehun's lap, resting your hands on his broad shoulders. the poor guy didn't know exactly what to do - he knew what he wanted to do with you, but even though all three of you had agreed to this, you still were his hyung's partner so he should wait for junmyeon's commands.

"you can touch her, sehunnie", junmyeon said with a chuckle. "don't be shy."

automatically, sehun's hands rested on your waist, caressing your skin over your dress like he was trying to reassure you of something.

taking the upper hand, you leaned in and kissed sehun, eager lips moving against his own. your hands went to his neck, tugging at his hairline and making him groan.

junmyeon watched the two of you making out with a smirk on his face. taking a sip of his wine, he adjusted himself on the chair, spreading his legs a little bit wider; there was already a bulge forming inside his pants.

he didn't miss the way sehun started to grab your dress and roll them up to your waist - and definitely didn't miss the way you moaned when he grabbed your butt either.

"i bet she's already wet... give it a try", he told sehun. "you're gonna love it."

sehun broke the kiss to look at his hyung for permission. when junmyeon nodded, you felt sehun's right hand caressing their way inside your panties, two of his long fingers exploring your core.

you moaned, and that only made sehun look up at you with even more delight in his eyes.

"damn", he licked his lips.

"told ya", junmyeon laughed.

"can i taste her, hyung?", sehun desperately asked, looking back at junmyeon. "please, let me taste her..."

"not today. for now, you're gonna make her cum on your fingers so i can enjoy the show."

you groaned when sehun's thumb found your clit, circling it and pressing it. he was quickly to thrust his two fingers inside you, cursing when he felt how soft you felt.

"gosh, you feel so good, noona."

"glad you like it", you joked.

both you and sehun got so lost - his fingers pumping in and out of you, the way you leaned in again to kiss his long neck and leave a mark on it like he was yours and junmyeon's perfect and favorite little toy -, that neither of you noticed the moment junmyeon opened his pants to touch himself, fingers slightly caressing his still clothed member.

"you two are so cute, so desperate", he said with a laugh.

"ugh, noona...", sehun moaned when you sucked on his jaw. "shit, hyung, how do you handle her?"

sehun curled his fingers inside you, hitting your spot and making you moan too. junmyeon laughed again at the two of you.

"i don't, that's why i needed you", he answered, finishing his wine in one big gulp. junmyeon pushed both his pants and underwear down to his thighs, immediately wrapping his hand around his member and starting to stroking it. "make her cum, sehunnie. do it, and then i'll take care of you both."

the promise made you clench again in anticipation. sehun smirked at you too, imagining all the things junmyeon could do to him and to you.

"you better listen to him, baby boy", you whispered, leaning in for another kiss.

[kjmcotton]

December on the couch | Kjm

Kim Junmyeon x fem!reader

Plot:you and your best friend,Junmyeon,decide to entertain yourselves in a different way

Warnings:dom!Junmyeon,fingering, unprotected sex (don’t do this at home!!),18+

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Author’s notes:the first Junmyeon os is finally out!! I couldn’t wait anymore to write for my ultimate bias. This story has been in my drafts for a while but now here we are. Enjoy!

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“We’re best friends,we love each other completely”

The sun was disappearing behind the buildings of a cold Seoul. It was December:the month of presents and Christmas trees,but also of snow and fever;that was why,after studying all day with your best friend,Junmyeon,you had decided to cook pizza to warm yourselves up;and,since it had been snowing for days,you also proposed him to sleep on your couch that night.

After accepting your offer,Junmyeon sat next to you,welcoming your legs on his lap while scrolling through his phone.

“Aren’t you cold?” he asked,his fingers stroking the soft skin of your ankles:the only things protecting you from the low temperatures were an oversized sweater and a pair of white socks,but you were more than okay with that,your house was a warm place.

“I’m used to it,and it’s not cold in here” you replied

Junmyeon nodded,putting his phone on the table in front of you

“Anything we can do to pass the time while we wait for our dinner to be ready?” he then asked.

You started thinking,giving a glance to the ceiling

“I’ve got Monopoly,Cluedo,Uno…” you counted the games with your fingers,stopping any now and then to think about what you had in the house.

In the meantime,Junmyeon was staring at you,still stroking his fingers along your legs,going as high as he could

“Stop” you giggled. He was tickling you.

“Why would I?”

“I don’t like being tickled,you know”

“That’s why I’m not stopping” he moved his body weight in order to top you. His hands slipped along your legs,sliding under your sweater,up to your tummy

“Stop! I said stop!” you were laughing in front of a satisfied Junmyeon who knew he was playing with your weak spot.

You grabbed his shoulders,trying to push him away,but you achieved the opposite as you dragged him closer.

Suddenly the laughters stopped.

Junmyeon looked into your eyes,licking his lips. His breath was warming up the skin of your cheeks while the delicate smell of his fresh clean clothes filled your nostrils. How much you liked it. You didn’t remember the last time you were that close;maybe it happened only once,in high school,when,without even knowing why,the two of you ended up kissing in the backyard of the school. It was your first kiss…and also the best you had ever received.

“I’ve got something better in mind than Monopoly” the boy whispered with his usual silky voice.

“W-what is it?” your breath was stuck in your throat. The distance between your lips got shorter, until they touched.

Junmyeon’s thumb found his place on your chin and tilted your had on the side. The kiss was tender,as tender as Junmyeon himself had always been. It seemed like he had no rudeness in his body.

“Junmyeon-you mumbled his name in the kiss as he distanced himself of a few inches to let you speak-we’re supposed to be best friends…”

“We are. We’re best friends,we love each other completely” he talked,sliding his hand underneath your sweater to satisfy his need of skinship.

At those words you bit your lips,with your breath getting heavier. You immediately understood what he had in his mind,but it had been a while since you had sex,which made you feel unconfident,that was why you were reluctant in fucking with someone you knew so well. You were scared of being judged. However,on the other hand,you couldn’t deny that your whole self was screaming its attraction to the boy:your lower body tingled as soon as your skins touched and a not unusual need of feeling him close had risen inside you.

“Everything will be fine,I promise you” Junmyeon whispered into your hear,kissing the side of your chin before reaching your neck. You instinctively moved your head aside to give him access,thinking about how easy it was for him to read you. You were an open book to him,which was incredible considering you had never been someone whose feelings were easy to understand.

The boy’s lips started sucking on your skin,drawing purple marks everywhere. Behind your hear,under your chin;he even lowered the neck of your sweater to leave hickeys on your collarbone . He was the painter while you were his canvas,and you liked it,damn if you liked it.

Your hand interwove in his hair. Eyes shut as you were enjoying his fingers wandering all over your body. He started drawing lines on your skin,going up,until he touched your breasts. A whine of yours filled the air.

“You like it,angel?” he demanded,looking at you from under his lashes. You nodded:flushed cheeks and a slightly open mouth were already adorning Junmyeon’s painting,it didn’t matter if he was just at the beginning.

“You look so pretty when we cross our lines. I wish I could do this more often” he said,lifting your sweater up to kiss the skin above your white pants. Another moan escaped your mouth.

“Take this off for me,you don’t need it” he said,and with that you were now naked under a needy Junmyeon. Embarrassed,you blushed and tried to cover yourself,but the brunette shook his head and moved your arms aside.

“There’s no need to hide:you’re so beautiful. I wanna se everything” he gently kissed your lips,while his hands found their way to your breasts,touching your soft flesh. The contact of his skin with yours seemed unreal and perfect,how much you liked him.

“F-fuck-you panted,throwing your head back-I-need you Myeon”

“I need you too sweetheart-he grabbed your hand,squeezing it in his palm before letting you touch the buldge in his gym trousers-look what you’ve done to me”

“Ohw” that was everything you were able to say. Junmyeon was slowly and gently driving you to the edge. It was so much in character for him:he had never been bossy,he spent his entire life leading people with calm and knowledge.

“I’ll do it for you” you talked in a breath of sound,stroking your fingers against the cloth of his trousers,but Junmyeon shook his head,blocking your hands above your had.

“No angel,I didn’t tell you so. Be a good girl”

“I’m-I’m sorry-“ you tried to talk, but you got interrupted by his free hand sliding in between your legs.

“You’re so soft” he whispered,caressing your entrace. You squeezed your thighs around his wrist,trying to find some relief as your lower body was tingling like crazy. You also tried to free your hands,but his grip was too tight.

“Don’t make me mad,princess” he whispered,glancing at your fingers

“I’m s-sorry…I just…Myeon-“ your voice was low,small as you made eye-contact,noticing how eagerly and sweetly he was looking at you. There was something with him in that moment,something that you couldn’t understand but that made you believe that no man in the world was as beautiful as Kim Junmyeon was.

“What is it angel,you don’t like it?” he kept moving the palm of his hand up and down,along the cloth of your pants. You shivered as your chest became heavier and your breath shorter. Saying that you had never touched yourself without thinking about him doing that for you would’ve been a lie,because you did,unwillingly maybe,but you surely did many times.

“No…I like it. I think I like it too much,Myeon. Please I-“

“Don’t be impatient-he interrupted you,moving your slip aside as he started stroking your clit-good girls are always rewarded”.

Your mouth widened as he started drawing circles with his index. You threw your head back,shutting your eyes. Your body was slowly getting filled by pleasure. You weren’t used to that feeling anymore.

“I know what you’re looking for,princess” he whispered to your hear. His butter voice embraced you,rising your body temperature so much that you felt like melting. You whined,then the boy slid his fingers inside you.

“Myeon-“ you could barely talk as his index hit the right spot,the one which sent you on cloud nine. He was so great at making you feel good.

“We’re almost there babygirl,do it for me” he murmured as you were getting wetter and wetter,until you reached your release.

Junmyeon looked at you from above,a smirk appeared on his lips as he licked his index:

“You’re so tasty princess. Shall we carry on?”

You were panting so much that you couldn’t answer,you just bit your lips and stared at the boy with your big needy eyes that spoke for you. Junmyeon’s hand grabbed your chin as his thumb caressed your pinky lips;he then took his shirt and your pants off,spreading your legs to eat you.

“Myeon-” a loud moan escaped your mouth as his tongue started playing with your clit. His fingers deep dug in the flesh of your thighs while yours interwove in his brown hair. He seemed scared of losing you,as if you would’ve ran away and left,but you would’ve never been able to do such a thing,not with him pleasing you so well.

You were a mess of whines and moans while begging the boy do to more:you wanted everything he could give you.

Junmyeon’s head rose as he licked his lips,getting on top of you once again.

“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted-he whispered,taking off his trousers-but now you have something to do for me. Will you,beautiful angel?”

“I will do anything…-you panted-anything you ask me,Myeon”

“Good girl-he grabbed your chin-from now on I want you to look at me. Will you do that,sweetheart?”

“I-I will”

“That’s what I wanted to hear-he kissed your lips-you’ll like it,I promise”

Junmyeon held you by the hips. His hands perfectly fitting your waist,making you believe that no one else in the world should’ve taken his place on that couch,nor on your bed.

“Are you ready,angel?” he asked in a whisper;you nodded,and with that he finally slid inside you.

“Oh my God..” you whined,staring in his beautiful chocolate eyes. You could see the lust in his dilated pupils while he thrusted inside you. His pace was slow,precise,and gentle. He went deep,hitting the right spot.

You held onto his well built shoulders,scratching them a few times while breathing faster and faster.

“Tell me you belong to me sweetheart” the boy talked,his eyes still chained to yours

“I-I do Junmyeon. I-I belong to you and no one else”

At those words shivers of pleasure went along his spine,making his movements sloppier. You knew he was close,and so were you.

He gave a few more thrusts,they were rough this time,but you liked them:they took your breath away.

“I don’t-I don’t wanna hurt you…” he murmured,without breaking eye-contact

“But-I-I really like it…” you replied,feeling Junmyeon’s grip tighten on your body before a loud moan escaped his mouth,preceding his release

“Fuck…-he whined as his seed filled you. He couldn’t hold on if you talked to him like that,with the soft needy voice of yours that made his head spin-now-he stuttered still on his orgasm -now one more time angel,come one more time for me…”

“Oh my God…” you moaned out loud,following him with your climax. The idea of you being his and him being yours,only yours,was your biggest weakness,but you had realised it only on the spot.

The two of you started at each other for a few more seconds before you moved your body aside,letting Junmyeon lay down next to you.

His chest was moving up and down,fast,as he was trying to catch his breath. His forehead was sweaty and his hair were messy,but you swore he was ethereal.

With a gentle shift of his body,Junmyeon stretched one of his arms out so you could rest your head on his shoulder. You did so,wrapping yours around his waist while a hand of his rested on your back,caressing your skin.

Junmyeon looked at you,there still was a hint of lust in his eyes:

“How much I wanted this…” he whispered in your hear,making your heart skip a bit

“Have you?” you asked,in a breath of sound

He gently grabbed your face,making eye-contact

“You’re all I dream about” he talked,placing a kiss on top of your head before hearing the timer for your pizza go off in the kitchen.

[dilxcc]

my request is your head cannons for how junmyeon would act in a relationship, literally anyway, in bed, whateva xP

boyfriend!junmyeon headcanons

fluff, kinda suggestive, grammatical error junmyeon x reader

okay so him as your boyfriend is like, a blessing tbf

you probably did something good in your past life to even deserve him.

trust me when i say that he loves showering you with gifts

he WILL buy you the most expensive thing ever and say, "oh, it's nothing much,"

boyfriend junmyeon will probably try his best to make you happy

but you're probably already happy with how good he's treating you

but sorry not sorry, works always comes first for him (he could never leave eris for too long)

okay how this man would act in bed???

i feel like hes the type to put your pleasure first

as long as you're feeling good, he'll be fine

he loves you too much so i think he might do whatever you ask him to (maybe not to the point that it would hurt you)

soft/hardcore type of guy

loves to praise you

AFTERCARE!!!!

he will clean you up

make you comfortable

if you want to be drowned by your plushies, he will do it for you

if you're hungry, he will go and buy you food

massages!!!

cuddle up with you until you're asleep

when you wake up, there will be a breakfast in bed ;)

[proudahgase-exol]

Exo reaction

your roommate catch you masturbating (they have a crush on you)

- Warning: 18+ of your a minor please don’t interact

-Ot9 if it makes you uncomfortable that I added Chen please just skip his part :)

Minseok:

He had come home early from practice and you didn’t know that so when he walked into the apartment he found it quiet which he found wired knowing you always have music or the TV on.

He didn’t think too much of it thinking you went out somewhere, so he took his shoes off and went to his bedroom to take a shower as he was walking down the hallway to get to his bedroom he needed to pass by your room and when he got closer to your door he heard you whimpering as he got close and turn to look as you had your door wide open he saw you naked with a vibrator between your legs.

He froze there then snapped out of it and ran to his room before you saw him, he tried to forget what he saw but just couldn’t then he went to take a shower as he was showering he couldn’t get the image out of his head and got a boner he wasn’t gonna deny it he found you really attractive he wanted to ask you out on a date multiple times but chicken out scared of rejection.

He was so hard he needed relief so he jerked off he was thinking of you and the way you would feel wrapped around him he always wanted to kiss your soft lips and make you his.

After a while he cum he felt relief but wishing it was you instead of his hand. When he got out of the shower and got changed he walked to the kitchen to get something to eat and he saw you sitting on the couch looking so innocent and cute.

He smiled at you pretending he didn’t see you masturbating pretending he wasn’t deep in love with you.

Junmyeon:

Junmyeon and you had been friends since high school you were inseparable back than. When he found out you were moving to Seoul for work he asked if you wanted to move in with him and be his roommate you agreed since you knew him and trusted him

Now a few years later you still live with him and everything was going great until he heard you masturbating in the shower.

He was doing some cleaning around the apartment well, you took a shower as he was walking by he heard you moaning he stopped right in front of the bathroom door and heard you

He heard the way you make those cute little noises that got him hard, he ran to his bedroom where he closed the door, and jerked off he had always liked you and wanted to kiss you multiple times but couldn’t.

As he was jerking off he was thinking of you and how you will look if he was fucking you or the way you would look if you had his cock in your cute little mouth.

Junmyeon was head over heels for you he was so whipped and everyone who knew you two knew that Minseok had encouraged him to ask you out but he was just afraid so he didn’t but now after hearing you he needed to do something he needed to have you he only hoped you feel the same he did.

Yixing:

The walls were thin in your apartment you could hear everything and as much as you tried to be quiet he still heard you.

It was two am on a Saturday you were so horny so you pull out your dildo and started to pleasure yourself, you tried to be quiet you really did but you weren’t successful you made so much noise that Yixing heard you.

He was watching some videos on Instagram since he couldn’t sleep and he heard you and the sounds you were making he froze not knowing what to do he could hear the moans you were trying to keep down.

He got a boner from herding you he had liked you for a while he liked the fact that you were so friendly and kind you always cooked for him and made sure he was taken care of when he was tired he started to see you in a different way and fall for you.

He couldn’t hold himself any longer so he pull his sweatpants and boxer down and place his hand on his thick hard cock, he could imagine you in your bed playing with yourself he wanted to get out of bed and get to you so he could make you feel good but obviously he didn’t so he stayed there jerking himself to the sweet sound you made.

Maybe one day he will confess and tell you just how much he likes you and how much he wishes to be the man who makes you happy but for now, he will try to come up with something.

Baekhyun:

He was already hard before he even heard you masturbating. He was watching something in the living room when you walked in looking for your phone you were wearing an oversized shirt and your underwear it was normal for you to do so and Baekhyun never said anything nor did he feel wired by having you walk around in an oversized shirt and panties.

When he looked to where you were he saw your butt and covered pussy he saw that you were wet he also knew what you will be up to when you find your phone and go back to your bedroom.

When you find your phone you go to your bedroom and pleasure yourself. Baekhyun took this opportunity and jerked himself off on the couch he didn’t need to hear you masturbating to get himself off he had done it before and this time wouldn’t be different the only thing he wished was to have you interested in his hand.

Baekhyun will try to impress you from day on he will try to do anything that he thinks you might find attractive he will try to cook for you or he will order your favorite food he will do anything to have you fall in love with him and hopefully he can replace your vibrator with his dick.

Jongdae:

He didn’t mean to watch you as you masturbate nor did he mean to jerk himself well doing so he was just doing his own thing at home and when he went to ask if you wanted to go out for dinner he opened your bedroom door he was used to doing a that with the boys so he thought you wouldn’t be any different.

When he opened the door he saw that you had a dildo inside your pussy and a vibrator on your clit he saw the way your body moved and he started to feel hot. He pull his cock out and started to jerk himself he wasn’t gonna denied the fact that you were attractive.

He was jerking himself really hard and cum by just seeing you he was in shock at what he had done he close your door without you noticing and run to his room to cool down and think about what he had seen and done.

When he walked out of his room an hour later he saw you walking out of your room as well he pretended he didn’t do or see anything and asked if you wanted to go out for dinner or eat there.

He asked Junmyeon what he should do he liked you but he wasn’t sure if you liked him back so he didn’t want to confess and get rejected so he asked Junmyeon for help obviously leaving out the part where he jerked off when he saw you masturbating.

Chanyeol:

He was always at the studio and rarely at home he was a busy guy and you understood. You usually had the apartment to yourself it was a normal thing you guys have been friends since you were in kindergarten so you both knew each other well and trusted one another.

Chanyeol always left you a note on the kitchen counter saying he will stay late at the studio or the time he might come home.

Today’s note said he was gonna come home late around two or three AM so to not wait for him to come home for dinner.

You had been stressed all week and wanted to relax so we’re in the bathroom taking a bath you had brought your vibrator with you. You thought you will be all alone so you didn’t worry about keeping quiet.

You were being loud so you didn’t hear Chanyeol coming home and calling your name he walked farther into the apartment when he heard you he heard the moaning and whimpering coming out of your mouth he knew what you were up to in there.

He stood outside the bathroom rubbing his dick through his pants he could feel himself getting hard he felt bad for standing there and hearing you but at the same time, he didn’t.

He walked to his room where he jerked off to the thought of you he knew he had to tell you about his crush he couldn’t keep it in anymore he had wanted to tell you for so long but after hearing you today he knew he had to.

Kyungsoo:

He called you to tell you he would be coming home late and to not worry about him and to go to bed early when he thought you hung up he heard your moaning he thought you had hurt yourself and was about to ask if you were okay then he heard you whimpering.

He knew what you were up to he was in shock he didn’t know what to do he wanted to hang up but he also wanted to hear your cute noises he liked you that’s why he asked you to move in with him he was planning on asking you out but didn’t know how.

Now hearing you he knew you weren’t the cute innocent girl he thought you were he wanted to run home and fuck your brains out but he knew he couldn’t he could only hear you pleasure yourself

He hung up before you could realize you didn’t hang up the phone save yourself from embarrassment he obviously was going to have a talk with you about this incident and also confess he had a feeling you liked him for the way you blush every time he catch you staring at him.

Jongin:

You and Jongin have known each other since you guys were eight years old back then you had told him you liked him but he rejected you telling you he liked another girl. That didn’t destroyed your friendship you took rejection like a champ.

Now that you guys were older he knew he liked you and he hoped you still had feelings for him and he didn’t hurt you too much back then.

One day he had come late from hanging out with Taemin he had told you he would be out and didn’t know at what time he would be back home so when he walked into the door he heard you moaning he froze he was about to cry he walk further down the hall to were your room as he saw the door open with the light on so he thought you had a guest over he was preparing to see a guy on top of you but when he got there he only saw you with your legs wide open and a vibrator on your pussy.

He felt relief he went from almost crying to horny seeing your wet pussy got him hard wanting to be the one who was between your beautiful legs he couldn’t do anything for now other than to watch you he felt like a creep but at the moment he didn’t care.

He left to his room before you finished or saw him. He went and jerked himself off moaning your name not caring if you heard him he hoped you could. He will talk to you tomorrow for now he will get himself off.

Sehun:

Sehun and I have been roommates for four years, you get along great and are best friends you both were so comfortable with each other and knew each other’s secrets.

One night Sehun had gone out with his bandmates and when he went out with them he would crash at one of their places for the night.

Thinking tonight wouldn’t be any different you decided to pleasure yourself and be as loud as you like since you will be home alone.

Well in the middle of you playing with yourself, your roommate comes home you obviously didn’t hear him. When he walked into the apartment he heard you he had an idea of what you were doing so he stayed frozen at the entrance of the apartment.

He had always liked you and he thought he made it obvious everyone knew he liked you except you so when he heard you moaning he got hard and didn’t know what to do.

After a while, he went to take a cold shower hoping it would help in any way but It didn’t so he jerked himself off to get relief.

He wanted to go to your room and fuck you but he hold the urge to do so out of respect and because he didn’t know if you liked him back.

He started in his room until the next day he pretended he didn’t come home early when you asked him if he stayed at one of the guy's places maybe he will tell you the truth someday but for now he will keep it to himself and pretended he didn’t jerk off at the thought of you.

Tag: @shreya76

[eomayas]

nip slip • kjm

pairing: exhusband!junmyeon x exwife!reader

genre: smut 18+ MINORS DNI!!!

synopsis: one wrong angle on facetime leads two ex lovers back to the same bed.

warnings: pwp, dilfy suho, p in v, no foreplay, swearing

“daddy’s calling!” your daughter gasps, rushing to answer the facetime call from her father. you glance down at her and her ipad. “hi daddy!” jisoo yells, and you shush her because you’re in a dressing room.

“hi, baby! are you excited for tomorrow?” he asks, and you tune them out as you start getting undressed. jisoo and her dad go back and forth, and your interest is peaked when he says, “baby, is your mom there?”

jisoo says yes and shoves the ipad towards you, your bare chest on full display for the camera. “jisoo!” you shriek, crossing your arms over your chest and turning around. “oh my god, jisoo!” you cry, your back still turned away from her.

“sorry mommy,” she says and you squeeze your eyes shut. you quickly put your bra and shirt back on, taking the ipad from her, your skin on fire from embarrassment.

junmyeons face fills up the screen, and you can tell he’s trying not to smile. after many years together, you’ll never not notice some of his quirks. “stop. what do you need?” you ask.

“is this a bad time?” he asks, running a hand through his hair.

“yes, it is,” you say, and he pokes his tongue in his cheek. “could you just call me later?” you ask. he agrees and you pass the ipad back to your daughter, slightly mortified that your ex husband just saw you bare for the first time in nearly a year, against your will.

you sigh and pull your hair out of the tight bun it’s in, shaking it out and running your fingers through your hair. you toss your keys and work bag onto the island in your kitchen, and take a moment to stretch against it. rolling your shoulders, you step out of your heels and crack rotate your ankles and press your toes against the base of the island to stretch your calves.

you’re grateful for the silence; jisoo being gone with her dad and grandmother, thus you having the house to yourself for the weekend. it’s rare that you have this much silence, even when shes gone. if your phone isn’t ringing, an alarm is going off.

as if you summoned noise, your phone starts to ring. you let out a breath and pad over to your work bag and fish out your phone. you stare at his name on the screen and debate sending it to voicemail before you remember that it could be serious, so you answer. “hello?” you say into the phone. you haven’t talked to him since your nip slip the other day.

“hey. soo forgot her stuffed bear and is freaking out. can i come over and get it?” he asks. it sounds like he’s already in the car, probably already on his way over here.

“uh, yeah. are you on your way?” you ask, leaning against the counter.

it’s silent for a moment before he responds. “yes—i’ll be there in about seven minutes,” he says, and you only roll your eyes because his new house is twenty minutes away from you.

“fine. i’ll see you soon,” you say, hanging up and gathering all of your belongings and going upstairs. you drop your work stuff off in your home office, and then go into jisoos bedroom to search for her stuffed animal before your ex husband gets here.

by the time you find the stuffed animal, he’s knocking at your door. you quickly bound down the stairs, still in your work clothes and heels, to open the door for junmyeon.

“hi. here,” you say, pressing the plush toy into his chest. he’s taken aback by your abrupt greeting, taking a small step backwards when you push the toy at him.

“wow, um hi—thanks,” he says awkwardly, shaking his head and blinking a few times at you. you avoid eye contact with him, like you have ever since you filed the divorce papers. while you look away, he lets his eyes roam your frame, your curves on display from the formfitting skirt and blouse you wear.

“is that it?” you ask, your body wedged between the door so he can’t see in behind you. there’s nothing to hide—you lived in this house together back when you got accepted into law school and he was at the end of his residency.

“i mean, i guess. you’re not going to invite me in?” he asks, almost like he can’t believe it. you frown up at him and he scoffs. “we were married for twelve years, y/n. my fault for trying to forge some kind of relationship with you despite it all.” junmyeon adds. his voice has a bitter edge to it, and you can’t help but feel slightly guilty.

he’s still broken up about the divorce—he never wanted it in the first place, and it took coaxing from his mom and several screaming matches for him to just give up and sign the papers. the sad reality of the divorce is that there’s no love lost on either side. you’re just better at hiding it.

out of guilt, mostly, you move out of the way to let him in. junmyeon thanks you and walks through the foyer, looking at all of the things that have changed or stayed the same. the picture of you, him, and jisoo hangs in the same spot it has since the day you hung it up five years ago. the runner on the floor is the same—everything is the same, except for the empty hook where he’d typically hang up his keys and white coat.

junmyeon walks deeper into the house and you follow close behind. having here after months of him not being here feels strange, like there is something out place. and you know what’s out of place and what this home is missing: his constant presence.

“so,” you say, slipping into the kitchen when he takes a seat at the island. you lean against the far counter and cross your arms over you chest, glancing at him but not letting your eyes linger anywhere for too long. “what’s up?” you ask. you’ve never been good at small talk, especially not with him. you’d rather get straight to it.

junmyeon chuckles and waves vaguely in the air. “nothing… just life, i guess. nothings changed at the office,” he says and you snort. “what?” he questions, eyebrows furrowed.

you shake your head. “nothing,” you say, but it’s something. you’re shocked he didn’t decide to fire the receptionist that you complained to him about, after you felt like she lingered around his office for too long. he said it was fine, and that he wouldn’t fire her because she was good at her job.

junmyeon stares at you for a beat before standing up from his chair. “well, i guess i’ll get going,” he says. you nod and push yourself off of the counter and follow him to the door. “it was nice seeing you. again.” he says, glancing at you with a teasing look in his eye.

you cheeks flush as you remember your mishap with him on facetime. when he blatantly checks you out, you shift the weight on your feet and press your hands into your stomach. “you should probably bring that to jisoo,” you say, nodding with your head to the stuffed bear in his hands.

junmyeon shrugs casually. “she’ll get it,” he says, and you two have a silent stand off. you finally let your eyes settle on him, and somehow you manage to not fall to the floor. “y/n.” he says when you avert your gaze to the floor.

“hmm?” you say. you don’t like the feelings that are going on in your head, your chest, your stomach. you yearn for him in a way that nobody else can satisfy. there’s a junmyeon shaped hole in your heart, your life, that is waiting to be patched up, or filled.

he crosses the short distance between the two of you, and you brace yourself against the wall. he reaches his hand out to touch you, but hesitates and drops it to his side. you wish he would just grab you, take you into his arms.

you lift your head to look at him, and his eyes give it away. you grab his arm and pull him towards you, noses only centimeters apart. you grab ahold of his biceps, pulling him closer. “just this once,” you whisper, and press your lips to his.

the kiss is rushed and messy, hands sliding everywhere. he presses you into the wall and you tangle your hands in his hair when he slides a hand up your leg and hooks it behind your knee.

his lips move down your neck in a hurry, but they don’t get far because of the turtleneck you’re wearing. you gently push him off and pull your shirt over your head and let it fall to the floor. he’s at your neck again, his hands sliding up your back to unhook your bra. “guest room,” you gasp, your bra hanging onto the last hook.

junmyeon nods and grabs your hand, dragging your down the hallway and into the spare room. you’re on the bed in seconds, pulling off your bra and holding onto the back of his neck as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth. “jun,” you sigh, putting an arch in your back and pressing your chest further into him. he fondles with your other breast before switching sides.

when he’s satisfied, he pulls away and pulls off his jacket and shirt. you unzip your skirt and slide it off, and when you’re bare in front of him, he stops and stares at you as if he’s trying to burn this image of you in his brain one last time. “junmyeon,” you call, curling your finger and beckoning him to you. he crawls back on top of you, still in his boxers and you pull them down. “now, i need you now.” you breathe into his ear. you feel him tense before he’s stepping out of his briefs and pressing you back into the bed.

junmyeon likes himself up with you and pushes in slowly, both of you letting out shaky breaths. you hold onto his side as he keeps moving in slowly, letting you get used to the stretch again. “you alright?” he grunts when he sees the look on your face: mouth open but no sound coming out, and your eyes screwed shut.

you only nod hurriedly. “yes, more!” you pant, and he speeds up his thrusts. when you cry out his name, nails pressing into his side, he can’t help but pull almost all of the way out and slam back in.

“y/n, fuck,” he groans, squinting as he looks down to see where the two of you connect. there is already a white ring around the base, and he moans out your name. “i missed this.” he pants out, his hips ramming into you.

you only whimper every time he pushes inside and hits that spot repeatedly. “oh-“ you cut yourself off with a moan and you clench around him once, twice, and he twitches inside of you. “fuck, i’m there, myeonie!” you cry, reaching down to rub at your clit.

you chase your release, and it comes crashing down on you. you cling to him as your hips buck, matching his thrusts until he releases inside of you, his strokes faltering slightly but he keeps fucking you and pushing his cum back inside.

it’s not enough for either of you. you pull him down to you so he’s resting on his forearms, and kiss him sloppily. both of your juices slip down your thighs, but you don’t care. you hook a leg around his hip and flip your position so you’re on top.

he remains hard inside of you, and you don’t waste time bouncing up and down on him, taking him all the way. you keep going until your thighs burn and your legs shake, and he coaches you through it. “that’s it, just like that—shit,” he groans, his grip on your hips tightening.

you brace yourself against his thighs, rotating your hips. he gropes one of your breasts with his left hand and presses his other thumb against your clit, moving it in circles. “junmy!” you mewl, your legs starting to feel like jelly.

“i’m close, y/n,” his chest rises and falls rapidly. he plants his feet on the bed, your hold on his thighs slipping and lurching your forward. you catch yourself on his chest, and the air is pushed out of your lungs briefly when he starts driving his hips up into you, making your scream out his name and claw at his chest.

all that can be heard is skin on skin, heavy breathing, and his name leaving your lips. that same white hot feeling comes back, and when you come for the second time, you’re seeing spots. his final and hardest thrust comes with his own release, and he elicits the sweetest moan into your ear.

your body crumples on his, and you rest your check against his shoulder. he wraps one arm around you, gently stroking your back.

that junmyeon-sized hole definitely got filled.

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the lady of moonreach

SECOND CHAPTER, Whispers in the Shadows

chapter summary: Namra still insists on the restoration of Moonreach, and manages to have an upper hand with her new friend, despite that, it doesn't grant her the immunity from the members of the council, not even the feelings that she is slowly growing for the king-conqueror. wc: 3.7k

THE MORNING SUN CAST ALONG THE SHADOWS AT STONEHEARTH, where the scars of war were still evident despite the city's efforts to heal. As I walked through the bustling streets, the contrasts were stark—rebuilt homes and vibrant markets stood side by side with remnants of past destruction. Chanyeol and I had made headway in revitalizing the capital, but the crucial matter of Moonreach loomed large over our efforts.

That is why, the council again has called for a meeting, and this time it was to make peace on the incident the other day about the supposed plans on Moonreach's restoration initiative.

In the council chamber, Chanyeol sat at the head of the table, his gaze fixed on the array of documents before him. The tension from the previous meeting still hung in the air, the friction between us palpable. Junmyeon, Chanyeol’s advisor, was present, and his role in our current predicament was undeniable.

From what I know, Junmyeon owns a piece of land in the Verdantia, where the House Baek rules over in the confines of Greenwood Keep, and Junmyeon managed to have owned hectares of land and named the estate, Eldergrove Keep. His political background is quite remarkable given his family history, whom have been a loyal political advisor to the king, but at this case, he trusts my side, and that is the one he's about to defend in this meeting.

“Moonreach needs to be our priority,” I said firmly, breaking the silence. “It’s not just a castle; it’s a symbol of our commitment to the northern regions and to the legacy of Lord Greenwell.”

Chanyeol looked up, his eyes narrowing. “Namra, I’m aware of its significance, but resources are limited. We can’t simply divert them from other pressing needs.”

Junmyeon interjected smoothly, “Lord Greenwell’s estate was more than just a symbol; it was a vital strategic location. Restoring Moonreach could stabilize the northern regions and reinforce our control there. It’s not only about sentiment; it’s about strategy.”

Chanyeol’s jaw tightened. He was clearly struggling with the implications. “Fine. We’ll allocate the resources for Moonreach. But you, Namra, will need to oversee the process.”

I nodded, meeting his gaze steadily. “I’ll handle it.”

As the meeting concluded, the strained atmosphere between Chanyeol and me was almost tangible. His reluctance was evident, but I was determined to press on. The urgency of the restoration was more than just a task—it was a mission driven by personal stakes and the memory of Lord Greenwell.

As we exited the council room, Chanyeol’s gaze lingered on Junmyeon. There was a flicker of irritation in his eyes, an insecurity that had become more pronounced since our earlier discussions. I could sense the undercurrent of rivalry, a tension that went beyond mere politics.

In the corridors, Chanyeol caught up with me, his expression resolute. “Namra, don’t think for a moment that I’m underestimating the importance of Moonreach. But I need you to understand that this kingdom’s survival is at stake. Every decision we make has consequences.”

His voice was clipped, his frustration barely contained. “I understand,” I said, matching his tone. “But Moonreach is not a luxury; it’s a necessity.”

Chanyeol’s eyes met mine with a mix of defiance and something softer—a flicker of understanding perhaps, buried beneath the surface. “Very well. I’ll support your efforts, but don’t expect me to stand idly by if things go awry.”

Right after the conversation, he returned to his office, where he can continue stressing over the political matters of the kingdom.

The corridors of Ironhold were abuzz with the muted echoes of footsteps and murmured conversations. The high ceilings and grand tapestries spoke of a bygone era of opulence, but the current atmosphere was heavy with the weight of political tension. As I walked through the hallways, my mind was preoccupied with the recent council meeting. The debate over Moonreach had not only been a professional ordeal but a deeply personal one.

Finally, things were turning to my favor.

I turned a corner, my steps slowing as I saw Junmyeon waiting near a grand window overlooking the courtyard. His presence was calm, his demeanor always one of composed authority. His sharp eyes met mine as I approached, a subtle nod acknowledging my arrival.

“Namra,” Junmyeon greeted, his tone warm but measured. “I was hoping we could talk. The council meeting seemed particularly intense today.”

I offered a small, appreciative smile. “Yes, it was. I’m glad you’re here. I was hoping to discuss the next steps for Moonreach. There’s still so much to be done, and your input has been invaluable.”

Junmyeon gestured for me to follow him to a quieter corner of the hall, away from the bustling activity. We stood by a large map of the kingdom displayed on the wall, a detailed depiction of the land with various territories marked.

“I’m glad to see that Chanyeol has agreed to prioritize Moonreach,” Junmyeon said, his eyes scanning the map. “It’s a crucial step, not just for the northern regions, but for the entire kingdom’s stability.”

I nodded, appreciating his continued support. “Indeed. But there are still obstacles—both logistical and political. I worry about the challenges ahead.”

Junmyeon’s expression turned thoughtful. “Restoring Moonreach is more than a symbolic gesture; it’s about reinforcing our northern defenses and showing our commitment to those who have been loyal to the crown.”

I glanced at him, sensing a deeper understanding in his words. “You seem particularly invested in this. Why?”

Junmyeon looked at me with a hint of surprise, then offered a small, almost self-deprecating smile. “You’ve caught me. My family’s history has always been intertwined with the political landscape of Iris. My estate, Eldergrove Keep, has been a center of strategy and diplomacy. Supporting Moonreach is not just a personal favor; it’s a way to ensure that the northern regions remain stable.”

“Your support has been crucial,” I said sincerely. “But I can’t help feeling that there’s more to it. Your involvement seems… personal.”

Junmyeon met my gaze steadily. “Perhaps. I believe in what Moonreach represents. It’s a symbol of resilience, and with the kingdom’s future so uncertain, we need every symbol of strength we can get.”

I sighed, feeling a mixture of relief and uncertainty. “Chanyeol’s reluctance has been palpable. I can sense his frustration, especially with how closely you and I have been working together.”

Junmyeon’s eyes softened with understanding. “Chanyeol has his own burdens to bear. The pressure of leadership can be overwhelming, and sometimes it manifests as frustration or insecurity. His struggle with prioritizing Moonreach is a reflection of his broader concerns for the kingdom.”

We stood in silence for a moment, the gravity of our conversation sinking in. Junmyeon’s presence was a comforting constant amidst the chaos.

“I appreciate your perspective,” I said finally. “And I’m grateful for your support. It means more than you know.”

Junmyeon offered a reassuring smile. “We’re all in this together, Namra. The kingdom’s future relies on our collective efforts. If there’s anything more I can do to help, you have my word.”

As we continued to discuss the finer points of the restoration and strategy, the connection between us grew stronger. Junmyeon’s support was not just political; it was a genuine commitment to the kingdom’s wellbeing, and it was clear that our shared goals were forging a meaningful alliance.

The conversation eventually drew to a close, and as I prepared to leave, Junmyeon gave me a final, encouraging nod. “Keep pushing forward. We’re making progress, and every step counts.”

I watched him walk away, a sense of determination settling within me. The path ahead was fraught with challenges, but with allies like Junmyeon by my side, I felt a renewed sense of purpose. As I moved toward the next task, the halls of Ironhold seemed a little less daunting, knowing that support and understanding were within reach.

Chanyeol's POV

As I returned to the comfort of my office, my thoughts were clouded by a mix of frustration and something else—an unfamiliar sense of vulnerability. The tension between Namra and me was more than just professional; there was an undeniable personal undertone that I struggled to understand.

The way she spoke about Moonreach with such fervor, her unwavering dedication—it was both admirable and unsettling. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy whenever I saw her interact with Junmyeon. Their camaraderie, their shared understanding—it was a stark contrast to the growing distance between Namra and me.

I found myself staring out of the window of my chambers, lost in thought. Junmyeon’s influence and his closeness to Namra made me uneasy. I recalled a moment from our earlier discussions, where Junmyeon had subtly encouraged Namra’s efforts. There was something almost calculated in his support, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that his motives were not entirely pure.

I recalled a memory from a few weeks ago, when Junmyeon had suggested a strategy that had seemed to benefit both parties. At the time, I’d appreciated his insight, but now, with Namra so closely involved, I wondered if his intentions were more self-serving. His history with my family, his unspoken ambitions—these were the shadows lurking in the back of my mind.

The way Namra and Junmyeon had spoken in the council hall, the ease with which they exchanged ideas—it made me question my own position. My feelings for Namra, a strange mixture of admiration and frustration, only added to my insecurities.

I was beginning to realize that my feelings towards her were not as straightforward as I had assumed. There was an undeniable connection, a growing sense of respect that bordered on something deeper. Yet, every gesture of support seemed to come with a price, a reminder of the political and personal complexities we faced.

As I turned back to my desk, I felt the weight of the kingdom’s challenges pressing down on me. My thoughts were tangled with doubts about Junmyeon’s true motives and the growing closeness between Namra and the advisor. But beneath it all, there was an undeniable yearning for something more—a connection that transcended the political strife.

Somehow, I refuse to believe that it's anything more than having certain deeper feelings.

Namra's POV

As days passed, Chanyeol’s demeanor remained guarded, but small gestures began to shift the dynamic between us. He made an effort to consult with me directly about the progress of the restoration, and there were moments when his attention seemed to soften, if only slightly.

One evening, as I reviewed plans for Moonreach, Chanyeol appeared at my side. “How is the restoration progressing?” he asked, his voice betraying an uncharacteristic note of concern.

“It’s coming along,” I replied, glancing up. “But we’ve encountered some obstacles. We need additional resources to address them.”

Chanyeol’s brow furrowed. “I’ll see what I can do. We can’t afford delays.”

The brief exchange was loaded with unspoken tension, but beneath it, there was an undercurrent of mutual respect. Chanyeol’s willingness to assist, even in small ways, hinted at a growing recognition of the importance of our shared goals.

In the council room, Junmyeon continued to play a pivotal role, his influence evident in the strategies we implemented. Chanyeol’s frustration with Junmyeon was palpable, but there were moments when he acknowledged the advisor’s contributions, if begrudgingly.

Meanwhile, the situation in Dawnspire remained tense. Lady Ambers was grappling with political instability, and her challenges were a stark reminder of the broader issues facing the kingdom. Chanyeol’s focus on these issues sometimes overshadowed his interactions with me, but there were brief instances where he seemed to appreciate the gravity of our situation.

As I worked tirelessly on the restoration of Moonreach, the weight of the task was ever-present. The castle’s rebuilding was more than a physical endeavor; it was a symbol of hope and renewal for the kingdom. And despite the ongoing friction, Chanyeol’s sporadic gestures of support hinted at a slowly thawing relationship.

The early evening light cast long, dramatic shadows through the grand windows of Ironhold, painting the stone floors in warm hues. The hallways were quieter now, the clamor of the day giving way to an eerie calm. I had been heading towards the archives to review the restoration plans for Moonreach, seeking solitude amidst the castle’s grandeur.

As I rounded a corner, I nearly bumped into Chanyeol, who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. His sudden presence made my heart skip a beat. I looked up into his intense gaze, and for a moment, time seemed to stretch between us.

“Namra,” he said, a hint of surprise coloring his voice. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

I stepped back, regaining my composure. “Just heading to the archives. The restoration plans need my attention.”

Chanyeol’s eyes narrowed slightly. “I was actually on my way there myself. Perhaps we could walk together? It’s been a while since we had a chance to talk without the usual constraints.”

His suggestion was unexpected, but I agreed, and we started down the corridor side by side. The space between us seemed to crackle with an electric charge, our proximity heightening the tension.

“I’ve been thinking,” Chanyeol began, his voice low and deliberate, “about our last conversation. You were quite insistent on Moonreach.”

I turned to face him, meeting his gaze with equal intensity. “Moonreach isn’t just a restoration project. It’s a symbol of hope and commitment. It’s personal.”

Chanyeol’s expression hardened momentarily. “Personal, yes. But what about the broader issues? The instability in Dawnspire, for instance—are they less important?”

I chose my words carefully. “Every issue is significant, but Moonreach holds a deeper meaning for me. It’s not merely about strategy; it’s about honoring a legacy.”

Chanyeol’s eyes darkened, his internal struggle evident. “And yet, sometimes I wonder if you’re more invested in this project than in the kingdom’s other needs.”

Before I could reply, we reached the archives. The room seemed too large and impersonal for the conversation we were having. Chanyeol’s eyes met mine with a mixture of frustration and something else—an unspoken vulnerability.

“Perhaps we should continue this conversation somewhere more private,” he suggested, his tone softer but charged with an edge of tension.

We found a small, secluded study room just off the main corridor. The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of evening light filtering through the narrow windows. It was intimate, the warmth of the setting creating a cocoon around us.

As we entered, Chanyeol’s demeanor shifted subtly. He leaned against a table, his posture relaxed yet exuding an air of controlled intensity. “Namra,” he began, his voice dropping to a hushed tone, “I value your dedication, but I can’t shake the feeling that there’s more behind your actions.”

I stood close to him, the proximity causing my pulse to quicken. “And what makes you think that?”

Chanyeol’s eyes bore into mine, a storm of emotions swirling beneath the surface. “It’s the way you speak of Moonreach. As if it’s not just a task but a deeply personal mission.”

The space between us seemed to shrink, the air growing thicker with tension. Chanyeol’s gaze flickered between my eyes and my lips, his breath coming slightly uneven. “Sometimes,” he continued, his voice almost a whisper, “I feel like there’s a part of you that’s deliberately hidden.”

The moment hung heavy with unspoken tension. Chanyeol’s vulnerability was palpable, and I could feel the magnetic pull between us. The briefest touch of his hand against mine sent a shiver down my spine.

“I’m driven by my commitment,” I said, my voice low and steady. “But if you feel there’s more, you should be open about it.”

Chanyeol’s gaze lingered on me, his expression a mix of frustration and something softer—an unspoken longing. “Perhaps you’re right. But it’s hard to ignore the way we seem to clash and connect simultaneously.”

Our faces were inches apart now, the warmth of his breath mingling with mine. The tension was almost unbearable, and I could see the struggle in his eyes—an internal battle between restraint and the pull of something deeper.

Before I could react, the door creaked open slightly, a distant sound breaking the moment. Chanyeol took a step back, his expression a conflicted mixture of desire and frustration. “We should focus on our tasks,” he said, his voice returning to its usual clipped tone. “There’s too much at stake.”

I nodded, trying to steady my own racing heart. “Yes, of course. We both have our roles to play.”

As we left the room, the silence between us was charged with the residue of our interaction. The connection was undeniable, yet shrouded in the uncertainty of what lay ahead. Chanyeol’s guarded demeanor and the intensity of our exchange left me with a sense of anticipation—and a lingering tension that promised further complications.

However, a part of me can't help but of the feeling being watched. As if someone is monitoring my every move, and that wants to make me plan step ahead.

Third Person POV

As dusk fell over Stonehearth, the grand halls of Ironhold were cloaked in shadows, the fading light casting eerie patterns on the stone walls. Junmyeon, having just finished his duties for the day, decided to take a walk to clear his mind. His thoughts were still occupied with the ongoing tensions between Chanyeol and Namra, as well as the looming threat of unrest in the kingdom.

He wandered through the dimly lit corridors of Ironhold, taking a path he rarely used. His steps were muffled by the thick carpets that lined the halls, and the soft glow of wall sconces provided just enough light to navigate by. As he approached a secluded part of the castle, he noticed a faint glow coming from under a door slightly ajar.

Curiosity piqued, Junmyeon moved closer, pressing his ear against the crack of the door. Through the narrow opening, he could hear the low murmur of voices. The room on the other side seemed to be a private chamber, often used for discreet meetings. Junmyeon’s instincts told him that something significant was happening behind that door.

Carefully, he inched the door open just enough to peer inside. What he saw made his pulse quicken.

One of the councilors, a burly man with a scar across his cheek, was speaking in hushed tones.

“We can’t let this opportunity slip away. With the unrest in Dawnspire and the focus on Moonreach, this is the perfect time to act.”

A second councilor, a woman with sharp features and calculating eyes, nodded in agreement. “The kingdom is divided. Chanyeol’s obsession with Moonreach has left other regions vulnerable. If we make our move now, we could strengthen our position significantly.”

Junmyeon’s eyes narrowed as he listened intently.

“We need to leverage this,” the burly councilor continued. “If we can undermine Chanyeol’s support in the northern regions, we can weaken his hold on the throne. Our allies in the northern territories are already feeling the strain. We just need to push them further.”

“The resources being diverted to Moonreach could have been used elsewhere, possibly in ways that would benefit us. We can’t let him consolidate his power too easily,” the first voice continued.

"The restoration plans should not be overlooked as well. See to it that what can be done to weaken the loyal alliances of the conqueror should remain that way."

"Agreed. The northerners have always been the easiest people to deal with especially now that we have the Lady of Moonreach at the palm of our hand."

Another councilor, a younger man with a nervous demeanor, chimed in. “And what about the reports of Chanyeol’s increased consultations with Namra? It seems he’s growing closer to her. Should we be concerned?”

"Definitely, saw each other earlier, the king-conqueror is on his knees for the beauty of that whore."

The woman with the calculating eyes leaned in. “Good. We’ll use that to our advantage. If Chanyeol’s focus is divided between Namra and the kingdom’s issues, he’ll be more susceptible to our plans. We need to keep an eye on their interactions and find a way to exploit any weaknesses.”

Junmyeon’s mind raced as he absorbed the conversation. The loyalists were not only scheming to strengthen their position but also to exploit the growing tension between Chanyeol and Namra. Their plan was more dangerous than he had anticipated, involving manipulation and strategic moves to destabilize Chanyeol’s rule.

Realizing the gravity of what he had overheard, Junmyeon quietly withdrew from the door, careful not to make any noise. He needed to report this information to Chanyeol immediately, but he also knew that he had to tread carefully. Revealing that he had been eavesdropping could raise suspicions and complicate matters further.

The evening’s revelations only deepened the intrigue and danger surrounding the kingdom, and Junmyeon knew that the coming days would be crucial in determining the fate of Iris.

He knew what must be done.

Namra's POV

As the night continue to grow, I walked beside Asia through the dimly lit corridors of Ironhold. The weight of the day’s events lingered, casting a shadow over our conversation. Chanyeol’s reactions, the looming issues with Moonreach—everything seemed to be tangled in an intricate web.

After hearing of what had happened between Chanyeol and I, Asia whispered my name.

“Namra,” Asia said quietly, her voice breaking the silence. Her tone was serious, and I could sense the weight behind her words. “We need to talk.”

I looked at her, noting the concern etched on her face. “What is it?”

Asia hesitated, choosing her words carefully. “I’ve noticed how close you’ve become with Chanyeol. I just want to remind you of something important.”

I frowned, my curiosity piqued. “What about Chanyeol?”

Asia’s expression was a mix of worry and resolve. “You need to be careful. I understand that there are feelings involved, but you have to remember why we’re here. It’s easy for emotions to complicate things, and I wouldn’t want that to jeopardize what we’re working towards.”

I took a deep breath, trying to understand her perspective. “I’m trying to keep my emotions in check. It’s just that… sometimes it’s hard to separate everything.”

Asia’s gaze softened. “I know it’s not easy. But our focus needs to remain clear. We can’t let personal entanglements distract us from our goals.”

Before I could respond, Asia signaled that we had reached our destination. “Junmyeon is expecting us. He wants to meet us in the observatory tower.”

The observatory tower was a secluded place in Ironhold, offering a panoramic view of the city. It felt like an appropriate setting for a private conversation.

As we entered the tower, Junmyeon was already there, standing by the large window that framed the night sky. The room was dimly lit, the glow of lanterns casting soft shadows across the stone walls.

“Namra, Asia,” Junmyeon greeted us with a nod. “Thank you for coming.”

I nodded back, exchanging a glance with Asia before we moved closer to Junmyeon. His demeanor was serious, and I could sense that he had important information to share.

“Before we begin,” Junmyeon said, his voice low, “I need to bring something to your attention. There are troubling rumors circulating among certain factions within the council. It seems that some members are plotting against Chanyeol.”

My heart skipped a beat. “Plotting against Chanyeol? What do you mean?”

Junmyeon’s expression darkened. “I’ve overheard discussions suggesting that there are plans to undermine his authority. The details are vague, but there are hints of a scheme to discredit him and destabilize his rule.”

Asia’s eyes widened slightly. “And who’s behind this?”

Junmyeon shook his head. “I don’t have a clear answer yet. It could be individuals who are dissatisfied with the current leadership or who have their own agendas. What’s certain is that Chanyeol is at risk.”

I exchanged a worried glance with Asia. This revelation was unsettling, and it only heightened the complexity of our situation. “What should we do?”

Junmyeon’s gaze was firm. “For now, we need to be vigilant. I’m working on gathering more information, but I wanted you both to be aware of the potential threat. Keep your eyes and ears open.”

As Junmyeon spoke, the cool night air from the observatory window seemed to chill my bones. The stakes were higher than I had imagined, and the sense of urgency was palpable.

When the meeting concluded, Asia and I left the observatory, the weight of Junmyeon’s words hanging heavily in the air. The cool night breeze did little to ease the tension. I could sense the danger that loomed over us, a shadow of uncertainty that added to the already complicated situation.

Asia’s earlier warning about maintaining focus seemed even more relevant now. As we walked back to our quarters, the city of Stonehearth spread out below us, its lights twinkling in the distance. The path ahead was fraught with challenges, and the potential threat against Chanyeol only added to the precarious balance we needed to maintain.

"I need to leave for Silverhaven immediately," Asia announced as we found the comfort of our bedchambers.

I took a deep breath, "Why, I need you here at this time and hour."

"As Lady of Silverhaven, I must ensure that my domain remains loyal and secure. We can't afford any surprises."

I felt a pang of anxiety. "Be careful. We don't know who might be involved in this plot."

Asia flashed me a reassuring smile. "I'll take every precaution. And remember, stay vigilant."

With that, Asia prepared to leave, her departure adding another layer of urgency to the situation. As she gathered her things, I felt a lingering growing sense of unease.

The morning sun spilled its warm light over Ironhold, casting a gentle glow on the bustling city below. The air was filled with the soft murmur of early activity, a stark contrast to the tension that had characterized the past few days. As I stood at the gates of Ironhold, I felt a pang of sadness mixed with resolve. Today was the day Asia would leave for Eldoria, and I was determined to make sure she departed with all the support she needed.

Asia approached, her travel attire neatly pressed and her expression a mix of determination and nostalgia. She carried herself with the grace of someone who was both a noble and a warrior, her presence commanding respect and affection. Her dark hair, tied back into a practical braid, framed her face, highlighting the seriousness of the mission ahead.

"Namra," she said softly, embracing me in a tight hug. "This is a crucial time for us. I’ll gather as much intel as possible and rally our forces. We can’t afford to endanger Moonreach—it’s too important." Her voice was steady, but I could sense the weight of the task she was about to undertake.

I nodded, holding her close for a moment longer before stepping back. "I know you will," I said, trying to inject confidence into my voice despite the heaviness in my heart. "Your presence in Eldoria is vital. Lord Roderick and Lady Eveline will need your support, and I trust you’ll convince them of the urgency. Moonreach has been our home for the past five years, and it’s a part of us. We must ensure its safety."

Asia’s gaze softened as she looked at me, her eyes reflecting both affection and a shared sense of purpose. "I still remember the look on his face when he adopted us," she said with a wistful smile. "Lord Greenwell took us in when we were just lost souls, and he gave us a place to call home. We owe it to him—and to ourselves—to protect it."

The memory of Lord Greenwell’s kind eyes and the warmth of his embrace flashed in my mind. He had been a beacon of hope in our lives, offering us sanctuary and a new beginning. It was this very memory that fueled our determination to see Moonreach restored and safeguarded.

"We do," I agreed, my voice trembling slightly with emotion. "And we will. The future of Moonreach depends on us. We must ensure that the restoration is not just a physical rebuilding but also a symbol of hope for the kingdom."

As the carriage prepared for departure, Asia adjusted her cloak and gathered her belongings. Her resolve was evident in the set of her shoulders and the determined sparkle in her eyes.

"I’ll be in touch," she promised, giving me a reassuring nod. "Stay vigilant, and don’t let your guard down. The situation is delicate, and we can’t afford any missteps. Oh, and Namra, we keep our blades sharp."

With one last embrace and a final exchange of determined glances, Asia climbed into the carriage. The vehicle, drawn by sturdy horses, began to roll out of Ironhold, leaving a trail of dust in its wake. I watched it disappear down the road, feeling a mixture of pride and apprehension.

As the carriage vanished from view, I turned back towards Ironhold, steeling myself for the challenges ahead. Asia’s departure was a crucial step in our strategy, but it also marked the beginning of a new chapter in our fight to secure Moonreach and restore our home to its former glory.

Moonreach has been our home. It always has been. My thoughts drifted back to the moments right after my father’s death. I vividly remembered being taken by Ser Gareth to my sister for safety. Ser Gareth, now serving diligently as a Queensguard in Eldoria, had always been a pillar of strength. His commitment to his duty was unwavering, and I knew he continued to do his utmost best, improving with each day.

Despite the reassuring memories of Ser Gareth’s dedication, my mind kept circling back to that fateful evening months ago. The image of smoke swirling in the air, the roaring flames consuming everything in sight, and the blurred exit as I desperately sought escape were vivid and haunting. The destruction of Moonreach was a tragedy I could never fully erase from my mind.

“In the moon’s shadow, we stand strong.” Our house motto echoed in my thoughts, a constant reminder of our resilience. It was a mantra that had guided me through the darkest times. Standing strong wasn’t just about physical fortitude—it was about inner resolve and the determination to rebuild what had been lost.

The decision to return to Moonreach was not made lightly. It was a choice that required days of contemplation, a recognition of the urgent need to restore what was rightfully ours. As I packed my belongings, preparing for the journey back to Skybound, I felt a mixture of resolve and apprehension. Moonreach needed me, and it was my duty to ensure its revival.

Returning to Skybound would also provide me with the opportunity to set clear boundaries with Chanyeol. Our recent interactions had been fraught with tension, and I needed to establish a more defined separation between our personal and professional relationships. The complexity of our situation required a clear focus on the task at hand, without the added confusion of personal emotions.

As the carriage that would take Asia to Eldoria disappeared into the distance, I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the challenges ahead. Moonreach awaited, and the path to its restoration was fraught with obstacles. But with the motto of my house guiding me, I was determined to face whatever lay ahead and honor the legacy of those who had come before me.

[itstheoneshot]

Kinktober Day 2

Roleplay: Suho

!sub Suho

Even without a script to work from, Junmyeon is always acting. Always creating a plot or a storyline, and always working to improve his skills. You oblige his requests, because despite not being a professional like him, acting is fun and helping your partner better his career is a blessing. Of course, you get something out of it too, because Junmyeon makes your scenes fun and always r-rated, a stark contrast from what his paid roles are. Starring in TV dramas, stage plays, musicals and the occasional movie, none of them even remotely similar to what you played out at home.

You would always laugh as he sets the scene, not knowing how long he expected you to keep in character. Dressing up in whatever clothes he would pull from the closet, always something different, where did he even get half of this stuff? You never complained though, he always made you look so pretty, so beautiful, innocent, breakable, powerful, whatever he was feeling that day.

“Excuse me?” He asks meekly, carrying a cup of coffee into the room, “Your cappuccino.”

You look up at Junmyeon from the dining table, a soft smile on your face, “Thank you, sweetheart,” You reply, “You may sit.”

Junmyeon places the cup and saucer down, admiring the heart shaped chocolate powder imprint he made in the foam of your coffee before moving to take a seat in the chair opposite to you. You are wearing a business-style button up blouse with a high waisted a-line skirt, pale stockings and heeled boots. You carry yourself with a professional air, playing into the position of CEO. Junmyeon is in businesswear too, looking sharp but with reservation. Anxiety oozes from him, nervous and unprepared for the impromptu meeting that you called. It isn’t often that a low-grade office worker has to meet with the head of the company, only happening if there is a serious issue, and that there is today.

“Thank you for meeting with me at such short notice,” You open up the dialogue after a moment of silence, “Would you care to tell me why you think that this meeting has been called?”

Junmyeon stares at you, eyes widened and lips settled in a pout, and you almost crumble before you have even started. He looks like a lost bunny, scared, confused, and so, so nervous.

“I… I think,” He stammers, eyes widening with every word, “Is it because of the report that got published?”

You smile at him, a sarcastic, intimidating smile, “That’s right,” You say condescendingly, “And what was wrong with that report that is now out for the world to see?”

Junmyeon looks as if he will burst into tears, god, he is such a good actor, he is thinking hard, you have really put him on the spot with this one.

“The numbers, miss,” He mumbles, “They were wrong… and now we could get in trouble.”

You nod at him, appreciating the honesty, but furious about the event. He is right, publishing financial reports that tell a completely different story to the truth is a crime, and the clean up that is required to rectify the issue is snowing the company under.

“Whose fault was it?” You ask, although you know the answer, “Tell the truth.”

“Mine,” He sighs in defeat, “I’m sorry… how can I show that I am sorry?”

You smirk at him now, having trapped him exactly where you want him. Sure, what he did was bad, but the tech team can have it overwritten quickly. You really just wanted an excuse to make him serve you as more than an employee.

“I want you to show me that you aren’t a complete failure,” You reply, purposefully nudging him in the leg with your own, “Surely you are capable in some aspect, right?”

Junmyeon’s eyes widen so much you fear they may pop out of his head, jaw dropping as he comes to process your request, your requirement, the payment for his mess up. He watches as you unbutton not one but two buttons of your blouse, cleavage on show for him, tempting him beyond his wildest desires.

“Oh, oh? Okay,” He nods, so subserviently, “How, how can I prove it?”

You get up from your seat, and walk around the table to stand in front of him just as he turns in his chair to face you. You trace his perfect jawline with your index finger, and lift his chin to make him look into your eyes and away from your chest.

“If you can make me cum today,” You smile at him sickeningly, “And every day for the rest of the week, I may let this instance slide.”

He moves to take your hands in his, and bravely pulls you down to straddle his lap. He is stronger than you thought, and you feel, thanks to how close he pulls you to him, that he is already hardening under you.

“I can do that,” He promises you, hands sliding up your skirt, oh he is not going to hold back, “That is something I am definitely good at.”

-

kinktober masterlist

[jonglo]

Masterlist

Fluff (F) Mature (M) Angst (A)

EXO OT8

nothing here...

Xiumin

nothing here...

Suho

[18:00] F

Lay

nothing here...

Baekhyun

nothing here...

Chanyeol

nothing here...

Kyungsoo

nothing here...

Kai

[22:00] F

Sehun

Sehun as your boyfriend F little M???

Best Time F and A

[decantingstxrs]

a loud smack rings through the room as his hand makes contact with your bare ass. you bite down hard on your lip to suppress a moan. something about hearing and feeling his hand on you was enough to get you wetter than a river.

“count.”

“o-one.”

“good girl.” he says before spanking you again. and again.

[jongbross]

lotto. (mafia!kim junmyeon x f!reader)

pairing: mafia!kim junmyeon x f!reader

word count: i have no idea

genre: smut

warnings: description of sexual activities, thigh riding, swearing, mentions of crime, lust, junmyeon has such a soft spot for reader

a/n: i wrote this some time ago as a birthday gift to my friend with another idol but i think it suits junmyeon so muchhh 🥺 anyway, this is not part of kinktober but it's definitely a good way to kick it off! 🤗

the loud music wasn’t actually enough to overlap the sound of cheering, talking, and laughing coming from the whole place. hundreds of people were smiling, although you didn’t believe any of them were truly happy. you could see money, alcohol, drugs, and lust everywhere you looked, but never truly happiness.

well, fuck it. they were all grown up adults afterall, they knew what they were doing. it’s not like someone forced them into that warehouse, into that world. you knew way too well how inviting and exciting the whole thing was, so you couldn’t blame them - although your addiction wasn’t gambling, drinking or doing drugs; although you had actually found love within those walls.

a man screaming after winning what seemed like a lot of money caught your attention. the blonde man threw herself on any guy next to him, suddenly kissing him. it didn’t go unnoticed to you the ring shining on his left hand’s finger though.

“enjoying the show?”, a very well-known voice spoke behind you, making you instantly smile.

“just seeing by myself what hell must look like.”

“wow, hell…”, he said, holding your waist and placing himself beside you now. “that’s a new nickname.”

you laughed, eyes trying to find again the couple of dudes you just saw kissing, but couldn’t find them anywhere. well, that only meant one thing…

“why do you keep coming if you don’t like it here?”

you looked at him, seeing his perfect side profile as he admired what he had built mostly by himself. the loudness, the lust, the illegal actions taking place inside that warehouse didn’t bother him - if anything, he liked it.

“because i like you and i wanna be a supportive girlfriend”, you said like it was obvious.

“okay, two things: first, you were already supportive from the moment you didn’t leave me when you found out about this. secondly, you keep calling yourself my girlfriend, but, baby, i thought we were past that a long time ago.”

if god truly existed, you prayed she didn't let junmyeon see how you blushed at that.

“yeah, well…”, you tried to come up with a reply, but after a few seconds when your brain still didn’t process anything good to say, you just trailed off and let the conversation die.

junmyeon laughed beside you, pulling you close and caressing your body. from the moment he got involved in “bad things”, he accepted that he would never find someone who he could love. he accepted the fact that, to make his name big in those kind of business, he needed to let go of any normal shit people do - like going out on dates, maybe getting married, maybe having children. he was okay with that. he knew what he got himself into when he was around 15 years old.

but that was until he met you.

that was until he saw you fighting back one of his guards at the door of one of his clubs - well, it wasn’t actually a club but you didn’t know that, he found out later. the girl in a burgundy top, pointing a finger at a huge guard caught his attention that night, and he just couldn’t ever let you go after that.

junmyeon didn’t know exactly how you turned into friends, and then into a couple, and then into whatever you two were right now. he just knew how he fell in love with you and, to be honest, how couldn’t he? what was there not to love about you?

“i like when you get shy”, he said only for you to hear, chin resting on top of your shoulder.

“i don’t”, you replied, still looking straight ahead. junmyeon didn’t miss the tiny grin on your lips though.

he kissed your shoulder, lost in a moment with you but in a lifetime of thoughts inside his head - all the thoughts about you. he closed his eyes for a bit, turning down all of his senses and just focusing on your smell and the way his lips felt against your skin. he couldn’t feel any other thing, couldn’t see any other thing, he couldn’t listen to any other thing…

or that was what he thought.

“sir?”, someone called behind you, making you both turn around. you looked curious at one of junmyeon's many guys, dressed in a suit, while junmyeon himself couldn’t look more annoyed. actually, scratch that, he couldn’t look more pissed. “there is a-”

“is someone dying?”, junmyeon asked, cutting the guy off.

“n-no, sir.”

“then why are you interrupting me and my girl?”

the dude went silent. he looked from junmyeon to you and then back to junmyeon, completely lost.

“i’m… i’m sorry, sir. i-i just thought you would like to know that-”

“well, i wouldn’t. so turn around and go fix it yourselves whatever happened. i don’t wanna know, and don’t fucking interrupt me again.”

“yes, sir”, the guy immediately said, bowing to junmyeon before going back to wherever he came.

you looked at junmyeon, staring down at him and noticing so closely how his expression changed the moment he looked at you and you two locked eyes. he went soft, all of a sudden.

“that was hot”, you joked, smirking when you felt his arm wrapping around your hips and pulling you close.

“yeah?”, he raised an eyebrow at you, what you knew was one of his ways to try to be sexy. little did he know… “i can show you hotter if you let me.”

“such a gentleman-”

the way he grabbed your wrist and pulled you away with him made you shut up though.

(...)

you watched as junmyeon closed the door of his big ass office behind him, locking it and checking it twice just to be sure. he knew no one would be crazy enough to walk in without knocking, but he liked his privacy secured.

when he turned around to watch you - his girl - he smirked. you looked breath taken, as always. his feet worked on their own and started to walk towards you without a warning. they only stopped when you were at junmyeon's reach, watching every move he made, every expression. you watched as he rested his hands on your hips again, one of his favorite parts of your body. you watched as he pulled you close, close enough to feel your breathing against his face. you watched as he closed the gap between you two, kissing you with everything he got, like he always did.

and then, you stopped taking track of his every move and started to focus on what you were feeling. you felt his tongue slipping into your mouth, you felt his hands traveling up your body to hold your neck as he kissed you, and you felt, overall, that familiar sensation between your legs.

“come here”, he whispered, leading you to the chair behind his desk.

he sat down first, unbuttoning your jeans and taking them down. you groaned when he kissed your stomach, hands resting on your thighs as you finished the job of taking off those goddamn jeans. junmyeon's looked up at you, watching your face as his kisses became openmouthed, his tongue feeling warm against your skin.

“will you take it off for me, baby?”, he asked, one of his hands tugging on your panties.

you obeyed, taking it off and letting him pull you onto his lap. junmyeon placed you on his left thigh, flexing his muscles the moment your bare skin hit his trousers.

“you’re going to ride my thigh here in my office like the good girl you are, okay?”

“you can’t tell me what to do”, you smirked at him, but the smirk was quickly wiped off your face the moment he flexed his thigh again.

“i’m sorry, you were saying…?”

you cursed a “fucker” under your breathe as you started doing what he said. your movements were lighty at first, enjoying the feeling little by little. you could both feel each other to the extent you loved the most, grabbing at each other whenever something felt too good. his hands on your waist, your hands on his shoulders now.

you moaned out loud for the first time, and that’s how junmyeon knew you were on the right track. he held your waist a little bit harder, helping the way you moved your hips down onto his thigh. he could feel his trousers getting wetter with your every move, and no words in this world could explain how he loved that.

fuck, no words in this world could explain how he loved you.

when you moaned again, junmyeon couldn’t help but moan too. he took a moment to look at you, at your expression, at the way your body was moving on top of his before going in for a kiss. he took your lips on his own, savoring you and swallowing your noises, his trousers feeling so tight now all of a sudden - but he couldn’t care less, he just wanted to make you feel good, as good as you always made him feel.

“fuck, myeon”, you groaned when he broke the kiss. your fingers were tightly tangled on his shirt, holding for dear life as if he could disappear if you let him go.

your hips started to move faster, harder, that familiar sensation building up inside you. you lost your goddamn mind when junmyeon decided to lick at your jaw, whispering sweet nothings to you in between the kisses, the sucks he’d leave on you; he poured his heart into those words though, promising himself at that very moment that he would do anything he could to always remember you how much you meant for him.

another loud moan echoed through the office, and he knew what that meant.

“come on, baby”, he whispered to you.

he didn’t have to say it twice. you finished with a call of his name, coming all over his thigh, his hands guiding your hips to help you ride through your high. junmyeon happily sighed when, at the peak of your intimacy - the moment right after the sex -, you let yourself collapse on top of him. you rested your forehead on his shoulder, trying to catch your breath as his hands traveled down to your thighs, caressing them.

seconds went by, minutes went by. nothing could touch the two of you, nothing could make him leave you, and nothing could make you walk away from him.

junmyeon smiled at the thought of always having you like that, of always being with you. but, at the same time that thought warmed his heart, it also made it ache. what if you ever got tired of him? what if you decided you no longer loved him? what if you realized he’s no good for you because of what he does for a living?

what if he had to go away someday and you didn’t wait for him?

“marry me”, he said, realizing that the words had truly left his mouth only after they did.

“what?”, you groaned.

“marry me. be with me forever. i want you forever.”

you smiled, looking up at him and holding his face in both your hands. you had the great junmyeon, the guy who built his own gang and his own way into the crime, wrapped around your finger.

“i’m with you. i always will be, a ring won’t change that”, you said, kissing his lips. “i promise i’m yours. isn’t that enough?”

junmyeon immediately nodded. anything you decided to give him was enough.

“it is for now. i love you."

“i love you too.”