#wayv soft thoughts

[jaehyunsprincesspeach]

hi! hope you’re doing well and staying healthy 🩵

I was wondering if I could request a wayv reaction to their s/o out of nowhere smothering them with kisses please? hehe that’ll be all

thanks! <3

omg i literally love this my heart is sparkling !!

hope you enjoy !!

all the love ~ lunar

WayV Reactions: smothering them with kisses

Kun

initially he is going to be shocked, but like he would just kinda freeze where he is and process what is happening

once he finally understands that you are showing your love and affection, he swoops you into the warmest embrace

even if he tried, the smile etched on his lips is not going away any time soon

he would do one of those hugs where he picks you up and spins you around (a dream truly)

once he sets you back on the ground, he gladly returns the affection, making you flustered too

now the two of you are a blushing giggling mess but like its the cutest thing in the world

with Kun, there’s something about it that’s almost like …. domestic

like the two of you never really get out of the honeymoon phase cause yall are just so excited when you get to see each other

and things like this never fail to show that

rest of members below the cut

Ten

oh goodness ….

at first he might question whats happening

like whats with the sudden rush of affection (not that hes complaining)

would first ask if you’re okay

and then this man is going to tease you relentlessly

“you miss me baby?” “i know, you want me so bad”

low key his teasing might ruin the moment

however !! he never fails to bring it back

like if u smother him with affection, and he starts teasing you, and you give him the side eye, hes gonna grab you and wrap you up in his arms and start leaving smooches all over your neck

slight chance it could turn into something steamyyy ;)

Winwin

genuinely would not know what to do

like he would turn into a sim (iykyk)

and would become an absolute blushing mess

once you’re done, he would just smile, and kiss your cheek

but honestly he would be too stunned to speak, like he would just be there blushing and giggling to himself

i think he has a little bit of a hard time in the sense that he always wants to make others happy, but when someone like compliments him, or when his partner shows him affection, he might freeze a little

but once he becomes more comfortable with the spontaneous smooches, hes more than happy to return them !!

honestly i think he would have an easier time showing affection to his partner

but he still would freeze up when the affection is a surprise like this

loves it regardless !!

Xiaojun

sweet baby angel is so shocked…

like he initially is worried that you’re upset about something, or that he hasn’t given you enough attention

starts asking if you are okay, or if something is wrong

once he finds out you’re okay, he smiles and pulls you in for a hug

he’s so sweet, but the embrace is low key a cover for the tickles that hes about to shock you with

will literally stand there tickling you, not to be mean or anything like that, just because he enjoys hearing your laugh

when hes done with the tickles, he smooches your lips a few times before pulling you back into a hug

will probably pull you to the couch and just hold you for a little bit too

simply wants to enjoy your presence, but he wont be able to hide the blush from your previous kisses

Hendery

i love this man with my entire being omg

Hendery will stand there as if he is processing what just happened

in reality, hes planning something else

hes really looking around and making sure the area is safe before he tackles you to the ground so that you dont actually get hurt

an affectionate tackle, that leads to an affectionate tickle fight, that leads to you literally crying from laughing so hard

yes he is blushing, but now you look like a tomato after he is done with his tickle fight

“Hendery, i just wanted to kiss you!! why did you tickle me?” “because i’m literally in love with you”

after you catch your breath, still pinned on the ground, he places the softest yet most passionate kiss on your lips

as if you werent already breathless before ….

“you know, you didnt kiss my lips once… you kissed everywhere but my lips actually…”

the playful smirk never leaving his face as he teases you

omg i’m getting carried away…..

Yangyang

omg Yangyang is literally so cute about it

initially he will be a little surprised, but once your kiss attack has ended, its his turn

as soon as you stop smothering him in kisses, he starts smothering you in kisses

genuinely, i could see this continuing for a while too

like just back and forth attacking each other with affection

as it keeps going, he keeps getting closer and closer to your lips, till you two are locked in a passionate kiss

by the end of it, both of you are blushing like crazy, and giggling like you’ve gone mad

hes absolutely pulling you into his lap, and simply staring at you as if there is nothing more beautiful in the world (hes not wrong)

keeps you in his lap the rest of the night

genuinely will pout if you try to leave

like “you just smothered me with affection, and now you have the audacity to sit anywhere but my lap???”

refuses to let you go (unless he absolutely has to)

hes just so happy that you are his and he loves when you show him affection !!

[blue-jisungs]

drunken souvenir

# author's note … inspired by that one cute pic of a white cat covered in kisses and the fact that i did the same to my cat accidentally 😭

# warnings … mention of drinking n being drunk (as the title suggests lmfao), not proofread (are we surprised atp)

# word count ... 587

yangyang woke up, stretching slowly. he had a blurry memory of you coming back home in the middle of the night after hanging out with your friends. he only remembered, as if through fog, you stumbled in the corridor and then how you plopped onto the mattress, falling asleep right away.

he looked to his left and smiled upon seeing your still sleeping form. you had your makeup on, which imprinted on the pillow.

“ah, y/n” he shook his head and stood up, deciding to grab some makeup remover. yangyang didn’t even glance in the mirror - just straight up took the necessities.

on his way out coco swirled around his feet.

“one second baby, let me just clean up this big baby” he snickered and leaned to scratch the feline’s ear. his brows furrowed upon seeing a burgundy stain on its head.

yangyang’s heart dropped, thinking coco got hurt. he almost dropped the bottle he was holding but upon warranting a second look he realized it’s… a lipstick stain.

the shape of your lips. on coco’s white-furred forehead.

“morning, baby” your groan caused him to look up. he only smiled when he saw you rub your eye, smearing the mascara even more.

“hi, sleepyhead” yangyang hummed and joined you in the bed again, sitting at the edge next to you. he handed you the makeup remover and pointed at the pillow “did you have fun?”

“oh yeah. i think i broke a rib from all the laughing… it was good to hang out all together again. and, welp, drink… i drank so much… my head is about to explode, actually” you murmured, sending him a soft smile “i hope i didn’t wake you up when i came back home? i think i tried to be quiet”

he shook his head and scanned your features. you could see the amusement painted all over his face, ready to tease you about something.

“what? is it the makeup?” you asked, scoffing.

“no, no. it’s just that… i think you were a little too excited to see coco” he grinned and quickly grabbed the cat when it was strolling next to the bed. the feline meowed but snuggled against his chest.

only then you noticed the vermillion lipstick stain on coco’s head.

you started laughing and touched your lips, bare remains of yesterday’s makeup still on.

“i’m so sorry… i think, yeah. i don’t know, i forgot i had my lipstick on” you laughed and scratched coco’s head “how do we even get it off?”

“no idea… i guess i’ll have to look it up” yanyang laughed and put coco on the bed. the cat purred and sat, observing you two. especially it’s dad. he noticed the feline’s stare and started playing with it “whatcha looking at, hm?”

“well, she has a reason” you giggled and stood up, walking to the bathroom to take care of your face.

“i know i’m handsome–” he started nonchalantly.

“that’s not that” you interrupted him with a laugh.

yangyang furrowed his brows, confused. he stood up, joining you in the bathroom.

only then he saw his face. entirely covered in maroon colored lipstick stains. his nose, cheeks, forehead, chin. even one in the corner of his lips and under his left brow.

he felt blood rushing to his face, something quite… heartwarming about this sight. about the idea of coming home and just pepper-kissing his face with no control.

“you’re crazy” he whispered and traced one of the drunken souvenirs with a whipped smile.

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[herslvt]

Soft Thoughts with NCT but it's just my bias line

Like always from a black female writer-

Includes: Johnny, Yuta, Taeyong, Haechan, Chenle, Xiaojun, Ten and Shotaro (fyi sm better stop playing with me tf you mean sungtaro aren't in NCT anymore...)

Bf! Johnny who is twice your size and has to point it out any chance he gets. You could be standing there minding your business and here he comes to tower over you. He has no reason to do so besides the simple fact he likes invading your space and enjoys you looking up at him.

Best friend! Yuta who really is more like your boyfriend because of how he acts. You guys go on dates constantly and neither of you have been in a long lasting relationship because of that. You guys put 10x more effort into each other than into your significant others leaving you both single time and time again.

Bf! Taeyong who has written more songs about you than he has for NCT, he doesn’t do it on purpose but whenever he is writing a song he has no choice but to think about you. A love song? It’s about you. Highway to heaven? Definitely about you.

Bf! Haechan who likes to lay on you while playing games on his phone. He’ll rest his head on your stomach, your chest, the crook of your neck, your thighs; doesn’t matter as long as he’s comfortable and can play whatever game he’s playing.

Bf! Chenle who got you both matching jerseys and drags you along to every basketball game because he knows you enjoy it no matter how hard you protest. Who wouldn’t enjoy sitting court-side at march madness or at the nba play offs!? He gets to watch the game and have his pretty little girlfriend sitting beside him.

Best friend! Xiaojun who confessed his feelings to you on a random day in October because he knows you like cheesy things like walks in the park and coffee dates. The feeling of fall engulfing your senses as he holds your left hand, coffee in your right. You weren’t expecting him to just burst out with ‘Will you be my girlfriend’ but you definitely said yes.

Bf! Ten who literally makes every day feel like your birthday. (I know I said soft thoughts but gah damn) Everyday is a day to celebrate in his eyes which means taking you out and spoiling you because you deserve it even if you’ve done nothing besides order food for the two of you because it’d be rude not to.

Bf! Shotaro who stays up late every night to talk to you because he knows you like deep conversations. It’s 3am and he’s sitting on the balcony of your apartment with you as you talk non stop about what the stars mean and how big the universe is. He’d rather do this than sleep anyway! He loves hearing you talk and seeing the way your eyes light up when you’re excited.

[k-p0p-4ever]

There’s something so satisfying about changing your account’s aesthetic. Like yeah, softcore was cute and all, but neon aesthetic be hittin’ DIFFERENT lately

[braemjeorn]

yes, kim jaejoong was the original sm golden flower that later derives to taeyong and sungchan but can we talk abt this genre of sm visuals?

the lines and the vibe is there, u get me? not sure if its the full brows over soft, low visual weight eyes, centred with a fine long nose and full soft lips in slightly different font but maybe? let's talk abt it

[urauntiefaye]

Hard and soft hours are open! Please send me your thoughts or anything! I write for Enhypen, &Team, P1harmony, BoyNextDoor, and NCT(Minus the newer unit since I'm still learning them)!

[simpxxstan]

hellaur been thinking of single-girl-dad wonu and reader who've been with him through up and down.. just had a dream of him taking care of a toddler i wanna ask him hand in marriage 😫

it could be spicy or floofy fluff, wanna see ur thoughts on this 💋

thank you for your request!! i hope i haven't made you wait too long T_T i was so soft while writing this, i really really really hope you like it <3 really wanted to post this on 17th july but i'm late (as always) happy belated birthday wonwoo!!! hope you're happy forever <3

this is part of my 550 followers celebration event! find the rest of the content of this event here!

genre: fluff, single dad au, friends to lovers, mutual pining

word count: 4k

warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff. mildly suggestive tones if you squint but nothing really. just- girl dad and simp wonu.

wonwoo knows he's probably never going to forget that day of his life. that day he woke up to the sound of the doorbell, and a child crying outside his apartment. that day when his ex-girlfriend dropped the child off at his doorstep after informing him that this is his daughter. that day when he learnt that the girlfriend he broke up with a year ago had actually borne and raised his child without even informing him. until this day, when she'd suddenly been thrust upon him along with the news that his ex was now getting married to someone from a different country and she could not possibly take the child with her.

and wonwoo had just stared at the little creature sitting in his lap, unable to say anything, unable to even form coherent thoughts. in the background, he could faintly hear his ex's voice blabber on as she wound up excuse-after-excuse of how she has to leave to marry some chaebol and how it's been a crazy year and how she's tried to reach him but never ended up doing it because her parents couldn't afford for her to go into the public with the baby and how she hasn't named the child yet because she was too afraid to get attached to the baby.

he sat there on his couch, staring at the little daughter who looked so much like him that even a random stranger would be able to understand she was his child, even as she left, promising that she'd never see him or the child again.

and wonwoo sat like that until you walked in through the door, drained after a nineteen-hour shift, still wearing your scrubs and your hands shaking with exhaustion, but still carrying a box of fried chicken and two bottles of soju.

"who's this?" your voice had broken him out of his trance and he'd looked up after staying frozen in that state for hours.

"my daughter."

wonwoo could see the way your eyes widened under your glasses and your breath speed up in that one second. "is she?"

"yes. rhea dropped her off."

"rhea? like rhea from college?"

"yeah."

you don't say anything else. you just drop the food on the dining table and pick up the child from wonwoo's arms. "she needs to change her diapers. can't you smell it?"

he had stared up at you, still not fully back in reality. "i don't have any."

"well, let's go out and buy some then."

_

and wonwoo hadn't questioned it. he still doesn't question it as you sit at his dining table, feeding his four year daughter soup because she's caught fever after playing in the rain. he didn't question it yesterday when you'd woken up in the middle of the night in feverish delusion and called for eomma. he doesn't question it when you know more about her than he does.

"hey" he says when he walks into the room, his hair still messy from sleeping in. both the girls in his life turn to look at him, identical smiles plastered on your faces, and wave at him. wonwoo doesn't know if it's possible for his heart to feel this full every day and survive even after nearly suffer a heart attack every time he wakes up to this sight, but he doesn't question it.

"there's bread and soup for brunch if you want some." he sits down next to you, your knees almost touching his, and reaches out to pat the cheeks of his daughter who's sitting on your lap. "she's eaten it all like a good girl. so you should do." you softly land his daughter in his lap, and stand up.

"daddy's girl is just perfect, aren't you, baby?" wonwoo hugs her close, worrying about how her tiny body is still warm, but at least there's food in her tummy now.

"she is. i'll leave now, wonwoo."

"sorry for calling you last night. i didn't know what to do when she called for you."

you smile but wonwoo can see how tired your eyes are.

"you did the right thing. call me again if you need me. i'll come around anyway tonight." wonwoo nods.

"bye-bye eunchae-ah! i'll see you later."

when you lean in to kiss eunchae on her cheeks, wonwoo's face right next to his daughter's, he almost feels your kiss on his cheek too. but it doesn't come. it never does. he smiles at his own foolishness, before he waves you goodbye, following his daughter's actions too.

_

he wishes you didn't have to leave every day. he has a bedroom dedicated for you. he has a toothbrush for you. he has an assigned chair on the dining table for you. his daughter calls you eomma in the depths of the night. his mind calls for you whenever he feels out of his depths. his body craves for you every time he sees you.

he wishes you didn't have to leave.

but you're back every time like you promise. you come right back, to take care of him and his daughter. like tonight, wonwoo knows as he sneaks a peek at the elepant clock on the wall.

eunchae's fever is slowly coming back, and wonwoo's given her the syrupy medicine but he knows what she's really craving is cuddles. he holds her close, reading out a storybook to her in a soft voice he reserves for his girls, but he knows he can't sit like this for long. his stream is scheduled at nine-thirty, and he has to be on time because the stakes are high tonight.

the clock strikes nine and wonwoo hears the door unlock. "y/n-ie is home!" eunchae immediately breaks out of her sleepy daze and squeals out, "y/n-ie! come fast! dad's reading the story about the pirates!" "is he?" you open the door and lean against the frame. wonwoo's heart skips a beat as he sees the way your heart shines with love as you look at eunchae, your hair falling all over your face after the long day at work. "but maybe y/n-ie can read it out for princess eunchae? dad will get dinner in the meantime." you step up closer to where the two of them are snuggled up in wonwoo's bed, "i'll read the rest out for you. and maybe i can show you pictures of the new puppy hansol rescued today?" eunchae's eyes light up, all exhaustion from the fever disappearing at the sound of her favourite uncle, hansol, and the puppies he rescues. wonwoo takes that as his cue to leave you with eunchae. when he tries to get up, his legs dangling over the edge of the bed, you lean forward to squeeze his shoulders. "is today the day of the match?" "hmm." "well, good luck then, champ."

wonwoo grins. "i don't need luck. you know that."

_

he doesn't know where the earlier confidence had come from, but it's certainly gone now. he's nearly died three times already and he cannot afford to make any more slips. he knows the money's coming in steady, but it's not half close to the mental target he'd placed for tonight's stream. he has to do better for the money to come up faster so he focuses his entire being on the final round of the match.

and he does not disappoint. he wins fair and square, albeit by the narrow margin. the money rapidly builds in the last few moments of the game, when he shoots down every minion of the opponent, and finally the opponent's main character itself.

when the stream finally ends, and he turns off the computer's video and audio, he can finally take a break. it's three am on the computer's clock, and his eyes burn. the adrenaline pumps through his veins but as soon as his headphones are off, he can feel reality reeling him again.

after a small snack stolen from the fridge and a shower in warm water, he finally makes way to his bedroom. he doesn't expect you to be awake, but he certainly doesn't expect seeing you sleeping soundly in his bed, your legs tangled in his comforter, and his daughter snuggled against your chest, spread across the entire bed as if it's not his bed. but then, what even is his? not his bedroom, not his daughter, and certainly not his heart.

he presses a light kiss on eunchae's forehead and pats your hair once, to which you let out a sleepy whimper. before he can let his mind wander at that sound, he escapes from the room and goes to the guest bedroom.

_

"are you winning games only to be banished from your own bedroom? you should've asked me to move!" you stomp your leg and whine when you see wonwoo sitting in the bed of the guest bedroom the next morning, lazily brushing his teeth. your pajamas are not yours- they're ones you've borrowed so often from him that it's nearly become yours. but they're still too loose at your legs, dangling below your feet. your eyes are red with sleep in spite of waking up at nine am, so thank god it's your off-day.

wonwoo pulls you by your arm and makes you flop down on the bed next to him. he removes the toothbrush from his mouth, the foam still in his mouth, but he mouths coffee. "god, you're so dirty. clean your mouth before talking. what is eunchae going to learn?" but wonwoo can see that your vexing is all made-up because it takes one tug on your arm to make you burst into a smile.

it's a special day- it's three years since wonwoo officially adopted eunchae and became her father on all legal papers. it's an emotional day every year, but a happy one. wonwoo does not regret adopting eunchae for even one second. it's been quite a hectic journey and he wouldn't be anywhere without your help but he wouldn't go back for a billion dollars. eunchae has completed his life in more ways than one. she's shown him unconditional trust and reciprocated his love without a second's hesitation. she's changed him from an anxious, private person to a person who is more open towards embracing challenges now and even more accepting towards all twists of fate. and most importantly, she's brought you to him.

she's given him his own family- one that he didn't even know he needed. but he's found a home away from home and it's the best part of his life. a family that doesn't judge him for being twenty-five and choosing to be a pro-gamer instead of a proper job as his own family had said. a family that lets him be clueless about life because they take care of him instead. a family that doesn't care about social appearances and going out, and chooses simple home barbecue with friends over getting drunk in clubs.

after he brushes his teeth, he walks out of the room to the living space, and finds you sitting with eunchae at the couch, who's sipping berry milkshake and colouring into her sketchbook. "look who's up, chaechae!" his daughter looks up and shouts out his name, and he scoots over and sits next to her on the couch, pulling her tiny legs into his own. you quickly shift your body away so that he doesn't crash into you, but wonwoo wishes you weren't so considerate. "i made coffee. and i'm going to make wraps with the leftovers from what you made yesterday. can you get her bathed after this? i'll get breakfast ready by then."

_

wonwoo hates it and loves it at the same time.

it being whenever the two of you drop eunchae at her school.

he hates it because he's always too sad to see his baby go off into school without even looking back at him once because she's just that excited to meet her friends. he hates it because all the parents assume that the two of you are a couple and keep asking you over to their houses for your kids to have playdates. he hates the other alternative too- when he clarifies that you're just friends, some of the mothers begin flirting with him too much and he's desperate for you to save him, but you totally encourage it. "you should start dating again, you know. it would do you good, now that eunchae's grown up." god no. it would do him no good- not when his heart is convinced that he's already dating a certain doctor who loves his daughter like her own.

and yet he loves it. he loves it because you stay beyond breakfast on these days, help him dress eunchae and also pamper her with a bubble bath. he loves it because you bathe in his shower on these days, and come out smelling like his shower gel. he loves it because you spend the entire day with him, talking to him about your patients and about your coworkers. he loves it because it's the only day he gets you completely to himself- he doesn't even schedule any events or streams on this day. it's his favourite day of the week, better than any weekend. he has a set plan for it, and it never fails. here's how it goes:

step 1 of the day- he drives around town and 'accidentally' stumbles upon a pretty-looking cafe that he suggests the two of you could try, and you, thankfully everytime, say yes.

"where do you wanna go today?" you ask him, and wonwoo's scared for a second that you've caught his act. no, surely not. "we could just drive around, you know."

step 1 success.

step 2 of the day- he offers to drop you home and let you rest, but you, thankfully everytime, never agree to his offer, saying that you want to enjoy a day out in the sun with him, because you're literally always stuck in the ER.

"i could drop you home. you could take a well-deserved break." "nah, i would much rather spend it with you. i'll just drown in my own head if i stay at home."

step 2 success.

step 3 of the d-

"we could go back to your place. we could binge the new series that's come out last friday. heard amazing reviews." you suggest casually, while scrolling something on your phone.

wonwoo actually almost crashes the car as he turns 90 degrees to look at you. this is unexpected. this is unprecedented. this has never happened before in the last three years of your whatever-ship.

"series?" when he speaks, his voice comes out weakly. "yeah, criminal and supernatural. just the genres we both love." fuck, you run a strong case.

wonwoo only hesitates for a second, before he makes a u-turn to go back home- because what's better than sitting across a table at a public cafe buying overpriced coffee? sitting together at the couch at home watching quality television.

_

wonwoo's too stressed about leaving eunchae behind with hansol and seungkwan. he's sure they'll mess up something or the other, but you're stern. "wonwoo, they'll be fine! she's four years old. grown up enough. and you know how much sollie and kwannie love her." "exactly- they love her too much. they'll never be able to say no to her." "and they won't have to. our eunchae is smart enough to not ask for unreasonable things. have faith in your parenting."

wonwoo wants to say: i have no faith in my parenting, but full faith in yours. but he doesn't. instead he quietly continues driving. it's your college reunion party- and it's the first time in years that you and wonwoo are attending. "i can't believe it's been five years since we got out of college." "well, eunchae's four."

you laugh, "you're right. wonwoo, i have no sense of time. it feels like only yesterday that we began talking in class." as you two walk into the hall decorated beautifully and filled with people, wonwoo's arm in yours. there are many known faces in the crowd ahead, but he can say, confidently and unbiasedly, that you're the most beautiful.

"don't remind me, please. it was so embarrassing to see seungcheol tell you that i had a crush on you." you laugh even harder, "but it was so funny! i didn't even know before that day, so i gotta thank seungcheol." "you look just as good as you did that day when i took your number." you look away for a second before looking up at him again. "is that so, mr jeon? you think i still look like a half-dead med student who's trying to survive with four hours of sleep and packed kimbap-" "no! don't misunderstand me," wonwoo fake-pouts at your fake-anger, and you both burst out laughing. "well, you don't have a crush on me anymore, so i'm certain the charm of the half-dead med student has worn off."

it's not, wonwoo's arm pulls you in tighter. god, he wishes he was not a coward. he wishes he could tell you that the charm has doubled, tripled, quadrupled every year, and he cannot imagine loving any woman as much as he loves you.

the evening definitely starts off better than wonwoo had expected. everyone seems to have forgotten how awkward and quiet wonwoo was back in college, and only remembered how good a gamer he was and how handsome he was back then. it's surprising how many people claim to be his fans here, and wonwoo feels his chest fill up. when he brings drinks for you both, he sees you speaking to rhea. "i see you've met y/n, rhea." "yes, well! i had no idea that she's so involved in taking care of our daughter."

our child? there's a spike of anger that rushes through his brain and wonwoo sees red. instinctively, your hand finds his own and squeezes his palm, a slight smile tugging at your lips, evidently asking him to back off. but wonwoo doesn't want to back off. even if rhea creates a scene right now, he doesn't care. he would much rather go home to his daughter rather than be here amidst people who don't even like him.

"i'm right glad you left eunchae with me when you did. y/n's raised her as her own daughter, and thank god we don't have to confuse her with another wannabe mother figure who didn't think before abandoning her."

rhea opens her mouth to say something, but you pull him away quickly, saying your goodbyes. you find the nearest exit, and pull wonwoo into the fresh air of the night.

"there was no need for snapping at her, wonwoo." you push him against a wall gently, rubbing your hand over his arms to ground him. "how dare she say eunchae's her child? she doesn't even know her name, for god's sake. she has no claim on her!" "she's literally her biological mother-" "so what? she dumped her on me, on you! you're a hundred times more her mother than rhea is!"

you stay stunned for a second, the wind blowing your hair away from your face. "what?"

"you've raised her, y/n. you're her mother, and i know eunchae will agree me 100% on-"

you take a step back. wonwoo takes a step forward, his heart panicking at the thought of losing you.

"wonwoo, i'm... i can't..."

"do you not realise it? why she calls you eomma?"

"but i- i don't mean to replace... i don't mean to take anyone's place..." another step back.

"whose place? there's literally no one else," another step ahead.

"your future wife... or girlfriend... or whoever will be her mother-" another step back and your back hits the wall.

wonwoo takes another step closer to you, towering over your figure. "there's going to be no one else. no one. no other mother figure in her life. or in mine."

you gulp, your breath still weak as you pant softly. "what are you saying wonwoo?"

"i'm saying i love you." fuck. that feels better to say out loud- a large boulder getting off his chest. he doesn't know what you're going to say, but it sure feels good to get it out. "i don't know how you feel. but i want to tell you how i feel, because i'm tired of being a coward. it's because i am coward that people like rhea have the audacity to say things like that. y/n, i've loved you for so many years now. my crush on you since that day seungcheol introduced us? never went away. not just because you're my best friend but also because you've taken care of me and given so much to me unconditionally through the years. without you- i wouldn't have been here, eunchae would've gone to another family through social services, and i would be a person living a hollow life with no love-"

"i would always be here, wonwoo. i'm your best friend-"

"but you've also become so much more. you've become my family, my saviour and guiding force, and my daughter's eomma. she wants nobody but you. i want nobody but you."

there's tears welling up in your eyes and wonwoo's heart aches. his hands automatically wrap around your face, wiping away the tears. "what's wrong, y/n-ie? i know this may have been a shock and you probably hate me for dumping this on-"

"i love you, jeon wonwoo!" your voice is weak, strangled.

"what?"

you twist your face to lightly peck at his hand that's cupping your cheeks. "i love you. i have loved you. i'm sorry i didn't know you felt the same way for so long..."

wonwoo's body melts and caves in. there was a wild tension which had been running in his body for so long but it dissipates totally now. he inches your face up towards him.

"shhhhh, baby. can i kiss you? i'm sick of loving you in secret. i want to show you how much i love you."

as soon as you nod, he leans in to claim your lips, your taste sweet like sugar and just as good as he had imagined it to be. your hands wrap around his shoulders, pulling him in closer towards you, your back completely flat against the wall. wonwoo grips your face and wraps around your waist at the same time.

it's honestly a miracle that you two haven't touched in the last three years where you've gotten so close. yes, the accidental brushing of hands, the affectionate hand patting hair, the playful punches and the mild tugging of arms. but nothing close to what wonwoo's wanted to do with you.

and now that you have started, he can't let go.

"baby?" his voice is raspy as he breaks the kiss, a string of spit linking your mouth to his, your chests heaving against each other. "yes?" "can you say it once more?" "hmm?" "you..." "i love you? yes i do." and wonwoo picks you up in his arms, not caring about how your legs flutter in the air as he spins around in joy. "what's this, jeon wonwoo! don't be a child!" "i'm just so happy." he finally puts you down, but doesn't let you get far.

"you know, it's such a wonderful conincidence that eunchae is safe with hansol and kwannie today. maybe we should take advantage?" the smirk on your lips give it all away, as you smack his chest. "and i thought you only loved me for your baby." "well, i intend to drive all mythical thoughts out of your pretty head tonight, baby."

[jenosbliss]

Hi! Can we get maybe a "first time making out with new boyfriend Yangyang" pls?

Is okay if you can't but it would be really cool.

pairing. gn!reader x yangyang | genre. suggestive | wc. 600 | warnings. none

[9.18] Yangyang had this way of making everything feel like a dance, a perfect rhythm only the two of you could hear, something none of your exes were able to do. Tonight was no different. The dim glow of the living room lamp bathed the space in warmth as the two of you sat on the couch, your legs tucked beneath you while his arm rested casually along the backrest.

“Admit it,” he teased, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “You thought I was annoying when we first met.”

“I didn’t say that,” you replied, your voice light but your cheeks warming.

“You didn’t have to.” He shifted slightly, leaning closer, his dark eyes twinkling with mischief. “It was written all over your face. You looked like you wanted to smack me.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Fine. Maybe I thought you were a little annoying. But now…”

His eyebrow arched, waiting. “Now?”

“Now you’re just tolerable,” you teased, though your heart fluttered when his grin widened.

“Two months of dating and just tolerable, huh?” he murmured, his voice dropping just enough to make you aware of how close he’d gotten. His fingers brushed lightly against yours, his touch deliberate but teasing, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.

The air shifted. The playfulness that had always defined your relationship was still there, but it was mingled with something deeper, something unspoken but undeniable, something different from the usual softness, it felt more intimate.

“Can I test that theory?” he asked softly, his voice laced with something that sent shivers down your spine. Your breath caught. “Test what?”

“If I’m really just tolerable… or if maybe you like me a little more than that.”

Before you could answer, he leaned in. His lips brushed yours so lightly that it was barely a kiss, a question lingering in the touch. You responded instinctively, closing the small distance between you and pressing your lips more firmly against his.

Yangyang didn’t hesitate after that. His hand cupped your jaw, tilting your face slightly as he deepened the kiss. He tasted of the peppermint tea you’d shared earlier, and his lips moved against yours with a mix of softness and urgency that left your head spinning.

Your hands found their way to his shoulders, gripping lightly as he shifted closer, his body angled toward yours. His fingers tangled in your hair, sending sparks along your scalp as the kiss grew more heated, more desperate.

Desperate wasn't enough to describe what he felt at the moment; he needed you, he craved you. The way his tongue licked across your bottom lip or the way he groaned and pushed you more against him when he finally felt the warmth of your tongue on his... he wasn't stopping anytime soon.

It was intoxicating—the way he kissed, the way he seemed to lose himself in you as if nothing else in the world mattered.

When you finally broke apart, your breaths mingling as you tried to catch them, Yangyang rested his forehead against yours, a lazy smile playing on his lips.

“Well?” he asked, his voice slightly raspy. “Still just tolerable?”

You rolled your eyes, though the blush on your cheeks gave you away. “Fine. Maybe you’re a little better than tolerable.”

“A little?” He chuckled, his thumb brushing gently against your cheek. “Guess I’ll have to keep trying.”

He kissed you again, softer this time, his lips lingering against yours as if he couldn’t quite get enough. And maybe he couldn’t.

Neither could you.

navigation.

masterlist. nct dream | nct 127 | wayv

[petrichorpetals]

I don't even follow boynextdoor in any capacity bc I fear this motherfucker is way too strong and yet still he haunts me on my kpop social media. 🙄 I partially blame Hanbin but it's not all mc stuff. I can't escape him and I refuse to give in because they're over 600 streams and I'm not letting a group I don't even stan be my most streamed group this year. 😫

Okay I'm gonna need one Mr Myung Jaehyun to evacuate the braincell. I don't even go here but I have brainrot over this boy.

[jaehyunsprincesspeach]

Dating WayV feels like…

Kun

secure

secure like a comforting hug after a long day. like coming home knowing that you are in a safe space. secure knowing that there is not any room for judgement. secure knowing that there is room for nothing but love and adoration in your relationship. secure knowing that you always have someone there to cheer you on. like knowing that he truly would do anything for you, anything to make you happy. secure like a hand on the small of your back, guiding you through a sea of people. secure knowing that there will always be someone there to support you through everything.

Ten

familiar

familiar like you two have known each other forever. familiar like the smell of your favorite foods from your childhood that he ordered for you after a hard day. familiar like the sensation of laughing too hard with your best friend. familiar like your favorite candle burning as the two of you watch a movie together. familiar like coming home to open arms, and a loving smile. familiar like lazy days spend together talking about anything and everything, taking every opportunity the two of you have to learn all that you can about each other. familiar like the love you have desired for your entire life, finally coming to life.

Winwin

gentle

gentle like sweet forehead kisses for no reason in particular. gentle like him tracing your hand absent mindlessly, while deep in conversation. gentle like the sound of a rain shower against the window, as the two of you share a blanket, in each others warm embrace. gentle like the snowfall getting caught in your hair, as he looks at you as if you are the most beautiful creation on this earth. gentle as he realized he loves you, leaning against the door frame of the kitchen, watching you dance around to the music that's playing. gentle as he cups your cheeks and looks deep into your eyes, knowing that he would do anything for you.

Xiaojun

comfort

comfort like the smell of fresh cookies baking in the oven. comfort like watching the stars in each others embrace, listening to the rhythm if his heart beat. comfort like coming home to him trying to cook your favorite meal, but failing. comfort like laughing together. like enjoying a movie together as he grabs your hand and pulls you closer to him. comfort like knowing that he will never judge you, and him knowing that you would never judge him. comfort like knowing you have found a best friend and lover within the same person.

Hendery

lighthearted

lighthearted like spontaneous dates with no particular plan in mind. lighthearted like laughing together about anything and everything. lighthearted as he grabs your hand to drag you to the next destination, so that he makes sure he won't lose you. lighthearted like throwing a random dance party for just the two of you. even dancing around in public without a care in the world. lighthearted as even in public, it seems like it is simply only the two of you in the entire world. lighthearted like kisses all over your face, as he listens to you giggle, his most favorite sound in the world. lighthearted when he realizes he loves you after the two of you embarrass yourselves in public, and simply laugh together without a care in the world.

Yangyang

exciting

exciting like running into each others embrace after he returns from tour. exciting like waking up with a full day of different activities planned. excited like the first date, when the butterflies are fluttering, and the nerves are increasing. exciting like riding a roller coaster. exciting like never knowing what the day with him will hold, as he always keeps you on your toes. exciting like enjoying each others embrace, knowing how each other feels, simply by your beating hearts. exciting like knowing you have found the love you have always dreamed of. exciting like knowing that there is no another person who could understand you the way he does. exciting like the first true love you find, and knowing it will be the last as well.

[blue-jisungs]

OKAY HEHE SO. HERE ME OUT. cause i love ten sm what if he was away for a bit for a long schedule and his cats were rly missing their dad but they all curl up with you since you're wearing his hoodie and smell like him :( and its the first time they've rly shown u a lot of affection cause it hasn't been long since u moved in w ten </3 and when he comes back he just melts cause its the cutest sight hes ever seen 🥹

[ axe’s memo ! ] thats literally so cute :(( sorry it took soooo long but i hope u enjoy it!!! mwaahahah it was pleasure doing business w u btw>:)

to be honest i feel like ten would face time you daily to talk to you… and so you could show him his kids, thinking he’s slick but you can see the love shining in his eyes <\3 he gets all pouty when they purr and lean against you !!

they took some time to open up but thanks to the fact that you stayed with them all the time that he was gone, they got really close to you. and just the night when your boyfriend was to be back, you decided to put on one of his hoodies. just to miss him a little less, just to feel a bit of presence a little bit sooner.

and almost, as if in an instant, you heard a faint sound of small paws padding against the floor. you were laying on the bed, scrolling through twitter x, when suddenly he jumped on the mattress. you halted, unsure what to do. leon sniffled your… well, chittaphon’s… hoodie. he purred and rubbed his head against your neck, tickling your skin a bit with his soft fur.

you couldn’t resist but turn off your phone and scratch the feline’s head gently, meeting with a loud meow of satisfaction. you smiled softly and kept on petting the pet, it snuggling more into your neck.

before you realized, louis joined you two with a loud, attention seeking meow.

"come here, you’ll get pets too" you hummed and reached out your free hand to the other cat. louis started pawing at the hoodie and it made you realize why they all gathered here. it had ten’s scent and you were all missing him a bit too much.

after making dough for a minute or two, louis laid down in a curled position on your stomach.

"where’s levi?" you whispered to his brothers, fingers of your right hand still caressing leon’s tiny head. you started calling out to levi, hoping he’ll come too.

and he did. he was the most hesitant to join you. he circled around louis and then leon, sniffing them. then, he sniffed the hoodie and looked at you curiously as if to tell you that he won’t be so easily fooled as his brothers.

"c’mere, i know you like chin scratches" you smiled and only the moonlight reflected in his shiny, blue eyes.

carefully reaching out your left hand not to disturb your other companions, you reached his fluffy chin and scratched it gently. his head tilted forwards, almost inaudible purrs reaching your ears. you saw his eyes drop, head losing balance slowly.

levi suddenly stretched and changed his position, deciding to lay down next to your head. his breath gently tickled your face and you continued to scratch him, lulling him to sleep.

in the end, you fell asleep too. your plan was to stay up and wait for ten but the cats’ warmth was just too comforting not to close your eyes and drift to sleep. or so you thought.

because, maybe your body reacted to it ot you were just a light sleeper, you were woken up by a teasful:

"can’t believe they didn’t leave any space for me"

your eye crooked open and you saw the faint silhouette of chittaphon leaning against the doorframe.

"nooo, you’ll squeeze in" you whined sleepily and were met with a quiet chuckle. then he walked up and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, carefully putting levi a bit away. he did manage to squeeze in, cupping your face.

"sorry i woke you up" he sighed and felt his heart melt upon the sight and the feeling; the feeling of the five of you sleeping all together... it felt like home.

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taglist. @l3visbby ,, @laylasbunbunny ,, @planetkiimchi ,, @mon2sunjinsuver ,, @w3bqrl ,,

@eternalgyu ,, @haecien ,, @slytherinshua

[niki-phoria]

月光绽放在 midnight / 心跳漂浮起来

pairing: kamo choso x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 709

notes: i am a long haired choso enthusiast i make no apologies, not proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes, inspo from this prompt list by @me-writes-prompts, title from wayv - after midnight

midnight. the moon shines brightly in the sky, casting a silver glow on the world below. the night is quiet; the silence is only occasionally broken by faint chirps from crickets and tree leaves bustling in the breeze. 

“it’s late,” KAMO CHOSO says as he quietly steps into the light. moonlight shines in through the window, just barely enough to illuminate the tiles of your kitchen floor. “why are you still awake?”

you spare him a brief glance over your shoulder, softly smiling at him in acknowledgement. his curse mark is barely visible in the darkness. it looks like little more than a shadow that stretches across his cheeks. choso’s hair cascades down his back in waves, ending just before his shoulders.

“i couldn’t sleep,” you reply. turning your attention back to your window, your gaze studies the glints of stars that litter the sky above. “i thought some stargazing would help.” 

“stargazing?” he repeats. choso’s footsteps echo throughout your kitchen as he wanders over to stand beside you. his tan robes hang loosely from his frame, missing the usual purple gi wrapped around his torso. stray strands of ink black hair frame his sharp features, free from their usual high buns. 

you nod. “i think it’s relaxing - looking at the moon.”

choso quietly hums in acknowledgement. his attention shifts, following your gaze to look up at the sky above. the stars are just barely visible in the sky. they twinkle in the darkness. from so far away, the moon is little more than a small, glowing light.

“have you ever been in love?” you ask. your voice is quiet, cautious about disturbing the tranquility of the moment. 

“what do you mean?” choso shifts, turning to face you. he’s standing next to you now; his body is so close that you can feel his knuckles ghost against your own when he reaches up to brush his bangs out of his face. 

“you know, romantically,” you shrug. you turn to face him, studying his features in the dim light.

choso pauses, contemplating your question. his fingers find the hem of his robes, toying with the fabric. “i’m not sure. i’ve only ever loved my brothers,” he replies after a brief moment of silence. “have you?”

“it’s been a long time,” you chuckle sheepishly, almost a little embarrassed. “but i thought i was. i wanted it to be love, anyway.”

he nods. choso’s attention momentarily returns to the moon. it shines brightly in the sky, drowning out the light of the stars around it. “what did it feel like? to be in love?”

“it’s…” you pause, searching through your head for the right words. “it’s like unconditional trust. feeling safe with someone, no matter where you are. being with someone and knowing that somehow everything will be okay, as long as you’re both together.”

a comfortable silence falls over the room once again. choso fidgets with the hem of his robes, absentmindedly rolling the thin fabric between his fingers. he mulls over your words in his head. 

curses are the antithesis of humans. they’re born from negative emotions, like fear and anger. it was unheard of for a curse and a human to interact without bloodshed; choso’s own existence was still heavily contested by sorcerers. 

he was used to being met with cruelty and scorn, even when he helped exercise curses himself. but you were different. you were always kind. you greeted him with a soft smile and ensured that his technique was healing his wounds. you held his calloused, bloody hands in your own when you stood against the higher-ups. you made him feel safe - like everything was going to be okay.

choso turns to face you. the stars seem to reflect in his dark eyes; you can almost trace the various constellations in the sky looking back at you. blood rushes to his face, tinting his curse mark a deep shade of red. his ears burn from the heat spreading across his cheeks. 

“y/n,” he murmurs. choso reaches up, hesitantly resting a hand against your face. his thumb strokes against your cheek. his touch is slow and careful. the intimacy of the moment sends butterflies swarming throughout your stomach. “i think i might be in love with you.” 

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[shmooooo]

pretty sure you got this one before but idc because I'm one of your besties anyway and I deserve and you love me ♡

WayV as doms ?? <3

have fun baby <3 ;)

-🌹

wayv as doms

pairing: wayv x gn!reader

genre: smut

warnings: mentions of the title "daddy", toys, brat taming, spanking, punishment, denial, edging, overstimulation, dacryphilia

word count: 497

notes: some of these are a little short, sorry ^^ it's really extremely ironic that rose and i have literally been writing wayv filth in our free time for like two years now and i still struggled with putting my thoughts into words lol

tagging: @10velyroses

not beta read, we die like men

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Kun

Soft dom. While I'm not a big fan of the title "Daddy", he's that kind of dom. He's soft for you but strict when it comes to following his rules. Many of them are put in place for your well-being because he loves you and knows you can't take care of yourself. But enough of them are also the typical rules meant to tease you and make you life hard (iykyk). If you break them, he will absolutely tell you how disappointed he is and that he hopes you'll do better next time.

Ten

Dom. The teasing kind. sometimes he’ll give you the impression you’re in control only to flip the switch on you really fast. Also a kinky mf and toy enthusiast - he could probably open a shop at this point, you can find everything in his ✨designated drawer✨. He’s also a bit of a sadist and definitely loves to make you work for your pleasure. And while he’s also adamant about you following rules, he mostly does it because he gets a kick out of taming you when you’re being a brat.

Sicheng (Winwin)

Hard dom. Do not mess with him, he will fuck you up - just not necessarily the way you like. Also a brat tamer but less teasing about it than Ten and more on the meaner side (with consent ofc). Enjoys fucking the brat out of you. He’s the type to make you count while spanking you and start over until you make it to the end unless you literally safeword him. 

Dejun (Xiaojun)

Hard dom. Also very teasing but in a meaner way than Ten in that he aims to get you to act up so much that he can rail you three ways into next week. Well, or not rail you at all and instead deny you "until you learn your lesson" (🙄). He’s also a clown though so lighthearted sex is a thing. But when you’re doing scenes, he’s rough. Can also be really mean and degrading when he’s in a headspace (or when you acted like a brat).

Hendery

Dom. Tease. Literally so. much. teasing. A sweetheart so he loves pampering you but he’s also a clown like Dejun so prepare. He’s less rough and mean during scenes though but don’t underestimate him, he will make you behave for him and if necessary, he’ll show you that you shouldn’t mess with him.

Yangyang

Hard dom. This man is a raging switch lbr but when he doms, he doms. He’s an absolute tease and honestly a brat even when he doms. He’s just making your life hard honestly. Like he’ll just do the opposite of what you want because he can. I don’t care how much you want to be an obedient sub, he’ll bring out the brat in anyone. Which is of course exactly what he wants because now he gets to play the disappointed dom card and edge and overstimulate you as punishment until you’re crying.

[neocrias]

making out with wayv

warnings: slightly suggestive; some of the stories may be longer than others (we got a bit carried away lol sorry); reader insert; gn reader (mostly)

pairings: wayv and reader

gender/aus: fluff; established relationships (or not); casual fling;

other units: 127 II dream

Kun

Qian Kun was a gentleman. You knew this from the first time you saw him amongst his chaotic group of friends at the birthday party of one of your mutual friends. She insisted in introducing you to the guys, and it would be a lie if you said you didn't take immediate interest in the most patient of them; the one who just smiled and nodded when he was mocked by the loud boys around him.

You obviously shared in a subtle way - or not - with your friend that you were interested in the guy with "the dimples" she had introduced you to. And, after she pulled some strings, a date between you two was arranged. It would be an understatement to say that you were anxious for the big day: you were simply a nervous wreck! And then Kun came along and sorted everything out. His smile, kind words and good manners made it for you.

It was a mix of things: when he opened the car door for you, the fact that he brought you flowers, the fancy but not overpriced restaurant he took you to and the bill he made sure to pay. Was it all a dream? You couldn't believe he was real.

And of course, during the whole drive home, there was only one thing you could think about: you had to kiss Kun. You'd already dropped a few hints, but you didn't want to seem too desperate. So, when the car softly stopped by your house, you turned to the driver with a naive smile.

— Thank you so much Kun, it's been a wonderful evening. — You thanked him sincerely. Suddenly, Kun leaned towards you, and the first thing you could think of was "thank God!". You closed your eyes, longing for the moment when your lips touch, but it doesn't come. The warmth of Kun's approach suddenly fades and you open your eyes curiously, realizing that he was just trying to unbuckle your seatbelt in his typically gentlemanly way.

But Kun obviously realizes that you had other intentions when he returns to the driver's seat and sees you with your eyes closed in his direction. He flahses a smile that is less polite and polished than the others he had showed you that night, understanding exactly what you wanted. And it was obvious that he'd been wanting to kiss you too from the start of the date too, but he was afraid he'd end up looking too rushed, so he held back. Now, however, he didn't have to pretend anymore.

He leaned towards you once more, resting one hand on your seat and brushing away a lock of hair that had fallen across your face with the other. That same hand rested gently on your cheek as he sought out your lips with his own. "Finally," you thought. Kun's soft lips were exactly as you had imagined all night, and their slow but intense rhythm was far more incredible than you could have imagined. After a few moments deepening the kiss, Kun's hand, which had been lovingly enveloping your face, began to move downwards, first finding your neck, then your back until it reached the base of your spine, squeezing your waist lightly. You get excited, trying to bring your body closer to his, but Kun stops the kiss and lovingly rests a peck on your lips.

— I'm sorry, you look so beautiful today that I couldn't help myself. — He jokes, smiling. Kun wanted to continue the kiss, but had just remembered that this was only your first date anyways.

Ten

"You need to finish this paper today" was all you could think about for three whole days. Of course, this also made you neglect your boyfriend a bit, but it was only a few days, he wouldn't have minded, right? Wrong!

Ten was upset, annoyed, irritated and extremely - EXTREMELY - needy. He missed you so much at work and when he arrived at the apartment you shared, he still missed you because of this damn course you took at college.

In an impulse, Ten went up to you completely determined, he pulled your chair back, sliding it so that you were further away from the wooden table and consequently from the computer. Ten sat on your lap, one leg on either side of your hip and his shoulders around your neck.

— Do you always come here, gorgeous? — He said in a funny voice.

— Only on difficult days. — You replied, joining in his joke.

— Then this must be a very difficult week for you. — He continued. His fingers curled into your hair, giving it a gentle tug that made your body tense up and then relax.

— What can I do to help you, hm? — He was just teasing you, it was supposed to be a funny joke, but it ended up messing with your head anyway. Your body tingled, your hands wanted something to squeeze, you missed him too. In fact, you were missing your boyfriend more than he could have imagined.

Ten smiled when he saw your body react so beautifully to his touches, and he hadn't done anything much. But who was he to lie? He was feeling the same as you after repressing his desires for days.

He bent down until his thin lips slid over yours, the tips of your noses touching lightly, and you both let out a relieved sigh as you kissed for real. You instinctively brought your hands up to his waist, gripping the blue cotton shirt between your fingers so tightly that your knuckles turned white.

Ten in retaliation pulled the hair on the back of your neck harder, causing a surprised moan of pain to escape before you knew it. Before you could separate completely, Ten ran the tip of his tongue over your upper lip, making you sigh once more and squeeze your thighs together tightly.

You were both panting, with swollen lips and red cheeks. Neither of you wanted to open your eyes, let alone come back to reality and the obligations you had to fulfill, so, with your eyes still closed and your foreheads pressed together, Ten asked:

— Can't you finish this tomorrow?

You couldn't, but who cares about deadlines when Ten is all over you, begging for a single chance to take you to the heights? You certainly wouldn't!

Winwin

You knew there was something special about Sicheng. Ever since you found out that he was going to be your romantic partner in the new c-drama you were going to star in, you started researching about him more. Those sparkling eyes and shy smile he displayed during his group activities as a k-pop idol didn't fool you: you knew there was something more in there, and you were willing to find out what. As soon as Dong Sicheng arrived on set, with his royal-like features and his few quiet words - apart from polite greetings and the intense performance as the male lead, you were already sure you wanted to find out more about him.

That's why, when he invited you to visit him at his penthouse with the premise of "practicing lines" from the script, you accepted without a second thought. Of course now, sitting on his expensive couch with a glass of luxury wine on the coffee table in front of you and a slightly drunk and smiling Sicheng by your side, you felt a little less like a character investigator and a little more like a potential prey of the irresistible actor. And you know what's worse? You liked it. Oops.

— I can't stand it any longer, I have to say it! I love you… with all my heart. — Sicheng read his lines, full of emphasis and a little irony due to the wine. He stared at you, and you could almost feel the deep feelings of his character. It was then that you remembered the cue that this line implied: a kiss between the two characters.

Sicheng slowly moved closer and you closed your eyes. When his lips brushed lightly, you practically forgot about your performance and completed the kiss, pulling his face closer to yours. You enjoyed it for a while, until your coworker pulled away, letting out a chuckle.

— I think you're a bit too excited for a technical kiss, aren't you? — He jokes and you gasp. What? But he's the one who set this whole thing up! It's not possible that now that you've matched him, he'd act all innocent!

— Hey! I was just getting into character! It's not as if I actually wanted you, alright?

— Y/n…Everyone wants me. — Sicheng almost rolls his eyes, raising one of his eyebrows at you without losing his mocking smile.

— But not me!

— Oh is that so? I think you do.

And he was painfully right. As presumptuous as he was, he was very attractive.

While you were thinking about Don Sicheng's audacity, you barely felt him approach you once again and, when he was already considerably closer, he looked you straight in the eye, as if asking for your permission. You just nodded, but didn't give him time to come to you, because you immediately closed the space between you, holding the back of his neck tightly and touching his lips for the second time that night. The strong, sweet taste of the wine invaded you along with Sicheng's soft lips and you grunted lightly when he squeezed both sides of your waist, pressing you down and laying you gently on the sofa.

Yeah, it seems like filming this TV show with Sicheng is going to be easier than you thought.

Xiaojun

Oh, summer. Summer was always so exciting! There was always something to do during the season, from going out for a popsicle to taking a trip with your friends. The latter was your favorite activity, and every time you went on vacation, you would tried to book a week at a nearby resort or at a rented beach house.

This summer was no different. You and your friends got reservations for one of the most interesting resorts you've been to so far. There was every sort of activity in the place and yet the one thing that filled your thoughts for days and nights in that paradise had a first and last name: Xiao Dejun.

Xiaojun - how he liked to be called - was also there for his summer vacation with some friends. He was honestly one of the most attractive men you've ever seen in your short lifetime, and you just couldn’t take your eyes off him ever since you saw him playing billiards in the resort's arcade. Luckily enough, he paid attention to you too, and insisted on talking to you even though you were a blushing mess next to him all the time you bumped into each other in that damn hotel. Even better, he actually took enough interest in you to ask for your number, and to casually text you every so often, asking you to meet him in different spaces inside of the resort. You accepted it every. single. time. And your friends eventually got tired of your shy giggles every time your cellphone beeped with a text message notification. 

And then once again there you were, in the middle of the night, trying to find Xiaojun just from his shared location on your phone. When you finally arrive at the small red dot marked on the map, you find yourself in the resort pool, lit up only by the small lights inside of the water and the moonlight above you. Also in there, you get to see Xiaojun swimming underwater and take a deep breath, becoming slightly nervous by his sight.

When he emerges, you suddenly hold your breath as you face Xiaojun's wet torso. Drops of water fall quickly from his hair down his body as he leans on the edge of the pool to sit down. He finally sees you and flashes the most beautiful smile you've ever seen, making you melt.

— I'm so glad you found me. — He jokes, letting out a chuckle. You try to look into his eyes as he speaks, you really try to, but it's almost impossible when he's right there, soaking wet, half-naked and looking like a real Chinese god.

— Get in here. — He says nodding at the pool and you gasp, swallowing.

You look at the shimmering water of the pool with suspicion. You hadn't even brought a towel or bathing suit! Still doubtful, you approach and test the temperature of the water with the tip of your foot, immediately shaking off the chill. Then your eyes trail to Xiaojun, who looks at you expectantly. You calmly analyze his features, letting yourself be carried away by the beauty of your summer crush, and decide to do as he asks. Damn it.

The dive is strong as you feel the water hit your body, immediately enveloping you with its icy intensity. Seeking the surface in a hurry, you emerge only to see the rest of the pool empty. "Where's X-"

A hand wraps around one of your thighs and you suppress a startled shout as you look down to see Xiaojun underwater with a playful smile. The boy swims to the surface and emerges a few centimeters from you, making your eyes widen.

— You're very cute, you know that? Like a scaredy cat... — He practically whispers, his completely dark eyes dropping to look at your lips, which are trembling slightly from the cold. Xiaojun slid his hands under your waist, tightening them firmly around your soaked t-shirt. You had already noticed from your encounters that he liked to take the lead, so you just let him do the honors.

He suddenly pulled you closer, splashing a few drops of water around you. You feel Xiaojun's cold body brushing against yours, yet you can't help but feel a growing warmth at the top of your stomach, causing a sly smile to appear on your lips. Xiaojun then finally leans in to kiss you, attacking your lips with strenght but also with precision. The kiss fits almost immediately and you soon feel Xiaojun's tongue asking for space between your lips, which you promptly obey.

Something about the moonlight, or the way the water surrounds you both in your frenetic rhythm, or perhaps Xiaojun's firm lips on yours together with the Chinese man's irresistible grip make you feel like you're in paradise, and your sudden confidence makes you wrap your arms around the boy's neck, leaning on him as you circle his waist with both of your legs, pulling him closer to you.

Xiaojun enjoys your boldness, and bites your lower lip sllightly, causing you to absolutely lose it all. He subtly separates from you so that you can catch your breath, but keeps your foreheads pressed together as he smiles mischievously.

Hendery

You and Hendery weren't exactly friends, but you had a lot of friends in common, which brought the two of you closer together. One day, Hendery invited some friends over to play RE4, a game he had wanted to play since he was a child, but had never been able to do alone because he was scared. The friends in question were Xiaojun and Yangyang - your cousin and your best friend respectively - and, of course, you. 

The guys were smarter than they looked and they knew that Hendery was into you, deeply into you, so the two of them decided to skip out and leave the two of you alone that afternoon. 

You arrived early and were warmly welcomed by a lively and playful Hendery. Before the boys could even show up, you started playing, each taking a different stage and having fun while the other was scared.

After a completely unexpected jumpscare that made Hendery jump and hit his shin on the coffee table, you realized that more than an hour had passed and neither Xiaojun nor Yangyang had arrived yet. You sent a message asking for them and received a simple "something happened" and "my bad" in reply.

— I'll get us something to eat and we can watch a movie, maybe? - Hendery suggested and you were happy to accept. He came back with some snacks and two cans of coke, sat down next to you and put on Netflix. — Comedy?

— Scary movie? — you asked back.

— The second one? 

You nodded when he got exactly what you were thinking. The two of you understood each other so well... almost as if it was meant to be. In less than 20 minutes you were no longer paying attention to the movie as Hendery told a very embarrassing story about Yangyang and Xiaojun.

You laughed all afternoon and with every word he said, funny expressions he made or even the way he gestured, you laughed out loud and threw your head back, feeling your belly hurt from laughing so much. And, for a moment, that was all that happened until the scenery changed and, somehow, you were now sitting on his lap with crumpled clothes and swollen red lips.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, your fingers ruffling the soft brown strands as he left kisses and nips along the length of your neck and shoulders. Hendery's arms circled your waist, pulling you closer and pressing you down, preventing you from moving too much.

— I've had a crush on you for months, you know that? — Hendery murmured against your ear and gently moved his hand down from your waist to your thigh, making the phantom touch prickle your skin.

— Yeah? I should have done something about that before. — You replied by leaving a bite on his collarbone, which was easily reddened by the pale skin.

— Oh, don't worry about that," he warned. — I'll make up for every second lost.

Yangyang

You were already a bit tired of being friends with Liu Yangyang. I mean, we all have a limit - and he was already testing yours. Double entendre, dirty jokes, and unfriendly touches used to fill your encounters, but no one seemed brave enough to simply take the first step: a kiss, that's all you wanted. It had already reached an annoying level of neediness, where you dreamed of the taste of your "friend's" lips.

Today he invited you to his house, as usual. You already had the script in mind: he's going to let you play with his cats while he shows you the new collection of clothes he bought online and have just arrived, bragging about his acquisitions. Then he'd order you something to eat and put some silly video on the TV in the bedroom that you'd both watch, usually lying on the bed in some unusual position for "friends". If it was a day when he was less committed to the whole silent-flirting thing, maybe he'd just play on his computer while you watched TV until the food arrived. You eat, you talk, you fight over who gets to do the dishes and he says goodbye to you with a kiss dangerously close to your mouth, sending you the most playful smile in the world while you mentally curse him for not going all the way in.

But today, everything seemed different. Yangyang had already been acting strange with you for a few days: more incisive, more flirty than ever and sending you messages like "I miss you" or "I wish you here sm" at half past two in the morning, making you question your sanity. So when you leave your shoes by the door and are greeted by the little ball of fur meowing, your heart is a little fluttery and you're a little anxious. Will today finally be the day?

He greets you with a different smile - less playful and more… tender? You can't tell, but since then Yangyang has been treating you with more care all afternoon, almost as if you two weren't so close. The dirty jokes are replaced by sincere compliments and the teasing touches become more affectionate. Sitting on Yangyang's bed, after a long conversation, he pulls one of your locks of hair away from your face and you feel your cheeks heat up. This is it.

Yangyang comes closer and smiles, looking at your lips full of tenderness. You close your eyes and move closer together. By the time you excitedly manage to feel the warmth of Yangyang's face next to yours, it's too late to be delicate, and you feel a slightly harsher collision than you expected, pulling away immediately afterwards. Oh no. It's your first kiss with Yangyang and he's knocked his tooth into yours.

Your expression immediately turns worried as you see Yangyang embarrassed - you can't help but find his pout extremely cute.

— It's okay! It was nothing. — You clarify out loud.

— My bad… — He starts apologizing at the same time, until he notices your reassuring tone and raises one of his eyebrows. Unable to stop yourself, you let out a laugh that you've been trying to hold back for a few seconds and he widens his eyes. — Oh, so you think this is funny? I wouldn't laugh at myself if I were you.

— Why not? — You laugh again, watching Yangyang's countenance gradually change.

— Because I could punish you… — he whispers, transforming himself. Suddenly, the insecure boy who tried to kiss his best friend for the first time a few moments ago becomes more agile, confident and self-assured. Yangyang pulls on your waist with just one hand, gluing your bodies together and surprising you with his strength. He winks at you once, revealing his playful side for one last time before bringing your lips together voraciously, taking his free hand to your jaw and caressing the area around your cheek as you move to make the kiss fit in more.

After a while, you practically push Yangyang away so you can catch your breath.

— Okay, I think you really know what you're doing. — You smile between hurried breaths, making Yangyang let out a laugh, showing you his very white, strong teeth - which you know now thanks to your new experience.

[lovetaroandtaemin]

NCT Dream: Dom or Sub and Their Top Kinks

Thank you so much for all the love on the 127 post! If you haven't seen that one and would like to read it, you can find it here. The WayV version is here.

Minors DNI!

Warnings: Smut!!! (Dom/sub themes, daddy kink, sir kink, master kink, spanking, breeding kink, voyeurism and exhibitionism, marking, praise and degradation, overstimulation, begging, edging, biting, choking)

If I missed any warnings let me know!

List is under the cut.

Mark

Can be read here.

Renjun

Dom. Whether he’s soft or mean depends on his mood

Usually you just call him “Junnie” but when he’s feeling extra sadistic he makes you call him “sir”

Really really likes spanking. Not even as a punishment, just loves your reaction when he smacks your ass

Loves it when you let him finish inside you. Not necessarily because he wants to get you pregnant but he also isn’t entirely against it

Loves it when you put on a show for him

Jeno

Mean dom

Preferred title is “daddy”

Incredibly into spanking

He absolutely loves marking you

There is no way this man does not have a degradation kink

Haechan

Can be read here.

Jaemin

The MOST unpredictable switch

Any and all titles/pet names are fine with him

Masochist. Acts like a brat because he enjoys the punishments more than the rewards

Loves to overstimulate you, loves it more when you overstimulate him

Initially I thought he would be a mean dom, but the more I think about it the more I think that it’s all an act, (most of the time) he’d be incredibly gentle with you

Chenle

Either the sweetest sub or the meanest dom, no in between

Preferred titles are “master” and “boss,” preferred pet names when he’s feeling more submissive are “angel,” “sweetheart,” and “pretty boy”

Probably enjoys edging you a little bit too much, it’s his go-to punishment for everything no matter what you did. However, he enjoys it even more when you return the favor

LOVES to bite you

Loves both praise and degradation whether he's feeling dominant or submissive

Jisung

Dom-leaning switch

Seems like he would prefer “sir,” but I could also see him not caring much about titles or pet names

I don’t know if this counts as a kink but I think that he would really like talking you through orgasms

Definitely likes it when you beg

I feel like he would be hesitant to choke you but would love it if you choked him

What do you think? Feedback is greatly appreciated! Are there any other groups that you'd like to see lists like this for?

[ihavethedreamiesx]

First Kisses | NCT 127

NCT 127 - All Members

Rating: E for Everyone

Word Count: About 300 for each, so about 2.2k total

Pairing: NCT 127 x GN!Reader (Separate)

Genre: Reader-Insert, Drabble, Fluff

Summary: Your first kiss with each member of NCT 127!

Author's Note: I have never wrote drabble-length things before, so I am proud of myself I kept these so short.

I tried to keep these gender-neutral, so let me know if I didn't, but it might still be slightly implied in these the reader is AFAB, I don't think so though…

PS. Mark's and Haechan's are different from the ones for Dream…

Revised (1/30/25)

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Taeyong

You chew lazily on a strand of licorice, chest pressed to the back of the chair Taeyong stole from Doyoung's room. While you’re by no means a noob when it comes to video games, you know little about battle royale shooters. However, Taeyong wants you to watch while he plays. You don't mind; you constantly watch YouTube gamers, but not games like that. Not really caring about what he is doing, you find your gaze drifting to his face. He really is so freaking gorgeous… "Did you see that?" His question snaps you out of your daze, and you quickly look back at the screen. Replying with a vague hum in agreement, the pause menu flashes over his screen. "You okay?" Taeyong turns to you fully, looking over your face. "Y-yeah, why?" "You're really quiet today; you normally comment more." "Oh, yeah, just…thinking." "About what?" His foot rests on the base of your chair, pulling it closer, only the backrest between you two. His concerned look has morphed into something more playful. You lick your lips, trying to think of a lie, not anything about how hot he is. You try not to reel back when he brings his face closer. Why is your friend so- "Thinking about kissing me?" He smirks and your face erupts into a blush. You nearly go cross-eyed when he leans in, "Hm?" You take the chance, closing the distance, softly pressing your lips to his. He smiles against it, kissing you back, deepening it. When you separate, his fond smile floors you. "Been thinking about that awhile."

Johnny

You can feel his eyes on you, but you choose not to acknowledge it. Continuing to chop up the various ingredients for the fried rice you’re preparing, his eyes follow. But he’s not watching what you’re doing; Johnny is staring at your face. Why? You’re not sure. "Everything okay?" you finally ask him. "Yeah, why?" He rests his chin on his palm. "You're staring. Again." "You're just so pretty." Johnny smiles. It isn't his 'I'm sexy and I know it' smile; it’s warm and soft. Like when he sees a puppy; it’s pure. That's what throws you off. To the point that you halt all action, paddle held over the steaming rice in the cooker. "Huh?" "You're beautiful." He has no room to talk. "Is that why you've been staring at me?" "Of course." You balk at his response. Your friend is an amazing flirt, but that isn't what he’s doing. He says it like he’s informing you of something you should already know. "You think I'm beautiful?" You put the rice paddle down. Johnny sighs dramatically, getting up off the stool, coming around the counter to your side. He cups your cheek in his big hand, and before you can question him further, he leans down and kisses you. Johnny swallows your gasp, deepening the kiss. You gape at him when he pulls away. "(Y/N), you're the most beautiful person I have ever seen." He has no room to talk.

Yuta

Your eyes flutter open, trying to recognize where you are. The TV is on, the sequel to the movie you had put on playing. Still trying to form a coherent thought, you hear a soft grumble behind you, an arm wrapping tighter around your middle. This sensation brings a flood of recognition over your mind, realizing you’re in Yuta's living room. You must’ve fallen asleep together on the couch. You startle when you feel him sigh behind you, his warm breath ruffling the hair on the back of your neck. The arm of his you are laying on moves under your head as he brings his hand up. Yuta's hand rests on your forehead, which he uses to pull you back into him more along with the arm around your waist. "It's late, just stay the night here." His voice is rough from sleeping. Are you two dating? Pretty much. But sleeping over? You haven't even kissed yet, still transitioning from friends to something more. "Stay over? We haven't even kissed yet." You huff, letting out a nervous chuckle. Yuta hums in response, then your view of the room spins as he rolls you to face him. You barely get to see his cocky, smug grin before he closes the distance, lips sealing over yours. When Yuta pulls back, you whine in protest, making him chuckle. "There, now you can stay over."

Doyoung

You shuffle out of your room, rubbing sleep out of your eyes. The morning light shines into your room but has no access to your living room, keeping it dark. Your guest is still asleep, wrapped in your spare comforter on your couch. Smiling to yourself, you pad softly toward him, sitting on the floor to get a better view. It was late after you two finished your dinner and movie date, so you let Doyoung stay the night. Ever the gentleman, he insists on the couch. You smile, only his face is visible out of the blanket cocoon. So cute. You feel a bit like a creep, just watching him sleep, but he is just too precious. Gently, you brush some errant hairs from his forehead, looking at every detail of his face. Flinching back when he groans a bit, you hold your breath, worried you have woken him. "(Y/N)?" His voice is quiet, eyes still closed, you don't know if he is still asleep or not. "Yes?" You whisper in reply. When he doesn't respond back, you assume he is still asleep, or has fallen back to sleep. Carefully getting up so you can let him continue, you yelp dramatically when his hand grabs yours, yanking you down onto the couch with him. He sits up as he pulls you down, so you end up in his lap. Doyoung wraps his arms around you, laying his head on your shoulder, cheek on your collarbone. "Morning, precious." You kiss the crown of his head. He pulls back after this, frowning slightly. Before you can ask him what’s wrong, he clicks his tongue, kissing you back, but on the lips instead. When he retreats, he flashes a sleepy grin. "Morning, love."

Jaehyun

Slamming the door to your car, you sit back in the seat with a huff, fuming. You thought girls bullying other people over boys stops in high school, yet here you are, in college. You know about Jaehyun's not so little fan-club but have been able to avoid them. But they’ve learned that not only are you two friends, there’s also something more going on as well. God forbid they learn how long it’s been going on. Not wanting to drive while angry, you just sit in your car. You jump when your phone starts to ring through the car speaker when you start it. "Hey." Your voice is obviously strained. "Where are you?" Jaehyun sounds out of breath. "In my car-" "Don't go anywhere." He hangs up. You blink in shock at the call-ended flashing on the screen. Your attention is pulled away by someone knocking on the window. It’s some girl, and two others are behind her, arms crossed. You sigh, rolling the window down just enough. "You're (Y/N)?" You hum and she scoffs. "You need to leave Jaehyun alone-" "And you need to leave." You sigh as he arrives, opening the passenger side door. After he’s seated, you pull out of the parking spot, leaving the girls gaping. Neither of you say anything till you park again at your apartment complex. He takes your hand in his, "I'm sorry." You meet his guilty gaze, then shake your head. "It's not your fault." He strokes the back of your hand with his thumb. Instead of replying, he leans over the center console, capturing your lips with his. You smile when he pulls back, "do that again and we'll call it even." So, he does.

Jungwoo

The show playing is one you’ve seen many times before, but since Jungwoo never has, you’re rewatching it with him. Your elbow is rested on the armrest of the couch, cheek resting on your fist. Your other hand strokes Jungwoo's soft hair as he lies on your lap. He’s getting over being sick, but since you’re the one who gave him the cold, you don't mind him being all over you. He’s normally clingy, let alone if he doesn't feel good, like a small child. It’s fine to you though; he’s too cute to not let him get away with just about anything. "(Y/N?)" His soft voice is still a bit nasally. "Yes?" "I'm sorry I ruined our first date…" "What do you mean?" Your hand halts, looking down at him. He rolls over so he is lying on his back, letting him look up at you. "I nearly passed out when we were walking to the restaurant…" He drifts off, fingers coming up to nervously fiddle with your hoodie string. "Jungwoo, you had a fever, it's fine." You huff, shocked that he feels guilty about that. You’re the one that got him sick. "Still… We finally decided to go for it, then…" "Jungwoo-" He continues to ramble, apologizing, and complaining about himself. It is getting on your nerves; there is no reason for him to feel so bad. Wanting him to stop, you lean down, lips briefly pressing to his still moving ones. You sit back up straight, face pink from the act. His is as well, but it already is from the cold he has. You flinch when his hand rests on your cheek, pulling you back down. "I can’t give this cold back to you, right~?"

Mark

"Can I get this?" Mark asks, coming up to you with a frozen cheesecake. You glance at it, not liking that he asks you as if you are his parent. "Sure? Why are you asking?" You shake your head as he puts the dessert in the cart. "J-just making sure." You roll your eyes, continuing down the aisle, glancing at your shopping list to make sure you get everything for the meal you’re going to prepare. Having to buy enough food to feed eight ravenous young men is a little pricey, but everyone agrees to split the cost and send you the money, so it doesn't matter what extra stuff Mark wants. As you traverse the next aisle, you notice his gaze focuses on something on the shelf. He halts in front of it, so you turn to look at it. It is a candy necklace kit. "Let's do this!" He grabs it and you chuckle, nodding for him to put it in the cart. "B-but just us…" He adds and you raise your eyebrow. "Just us?" "Not the others. We can just make them for each other after they leave…" "You want to make me a necklace?" You tease, the tips of his ears turning red, his characteristic laugh leaving his lips. "Yeah… and I don't want you to eat it or take it off!" Mark's determined look goes to your face, and you have a hard time not guffawing. "Okay, Mark." "I'm serious, don't take it off." He reiterates as you get in the car to head back to your place, the box in his hands. "I won't." "Promise?" He holds out his pinky and you shake your head but complete the hand motion. Before you can pull your hand back though, he uses your linked pinkies to haul you closer over the console, gently pressing his lips to yours. You sit back slowly, gaping at him, face equally as red. He raises an eyebrow.

Haechan

"I'm getting tired of this, (Y/N)." Donghyuck huffs at your side, and you tilt your head, confused. When he notices your glance, he sighs, stopping. Holding your linked hands up between you two so they are in front of your face, he sighs again. "This is about as far as we've gone." You look around, wondering what the hell he is going on about; you’re only halfway to his place. "This, (Y/N)." He shakes your hands to draw your attention there. "What do you mean?" "We've only held hands! You've kissed my cheek and that’s about it! I'm tired of it!" If it wasn't for the silly whine of his voice, you would think him genuinely upset. "What are you getting at?" You continue your questions, and he groans; you’re very smart for being so dense. "Kisses! I want you to kiss me!" Donghyuck whines louder, it nearly echoes off the stone walls of the back road you are walking. His frustration takes you aback. "Why do I have to initiate?" You nearly shout, annoyed with his dramatics. He immediately quiets, blinking at you, so very pretty- "Fine!" He yells back and hauls you even closer with your linked hands, his soft lips touching your chapped ones. As soon as he tastes the lip balm you had put on just minutes earlier, he groans and deepens the kiss. You squeak a bit when your back hits the stone wall, trying to match his pace, but he is fervent. When he finally steps back, you are almost panting. He nods with a satisfied look and continues on with your walk like he hasn't just swallowed your tongue.

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