#happy yangyang day

[weishenvicons]

Happy Birthday to YangYang 🐑🎂💚

[hanakotsugumi]

Happy birthday 😍

[rvnclyd]

wayv tanghulu <3

[minzbins-moved]

(001010) happy birthday yangyang 🎂

[daydreamingyuta]

I'll Be Here to Take Care of You | Yangyang

summary: drabble, fluff, boyfriend!Yangyang surprises you after you've had a long week. wc: 447 a/n: Happy Yangyang day!!! 💚

Coming home after yet another week of draining work, all you wanted to do was go to bed. Never mind your growling stomach, you were too tired to even think about cooking anything.

You were so hungry though, that even as you unlock your apartment door, you swear you could smell the scent of your favorite meal being prepared. You take a second to close your eyes as your mouth waters. It's only when Yangyang greets you, that you open your eyes and realize you haven't been imagining anything.

"Y/n, you got home at the perfect time. I just finished cooking for you!"

It should be noted that this wasn't a normal thing for your boyfriend to do. However, it was now starting to make sense why he insisted on you both having keys to each other's apartments, which you agreed to last week.

You slowly walk into your apartment, a little bit in shock. "... you made me dinner?"

"Yeah, I really hope that's ok. I just knew that you wouldn't have let me if I asked because you wouldn't have wanted me to go through all the trouble, but I love doing these types of things for you y/n so it's no trouble at all." Yangyang says nervously. He thinks your shocked reaction is because you disapprove of his actions, but that couldn't be farther from the truth.

"Yangyang, you're so sweet. I really cannot believe you did this for me." You say, tears welling up before you could stop them.

Yangyang notices the tears and engulfs you in a sweet hug. "I know how hard you work and I know that sometimes it's just easier to go to bed instead of taking care of yourself.” He says, kissing you on the forehead and stroking your hair. “I'm here to take care of you whenever you can't."

You nuzzle more into him and let the tears fall. You were always more susceptible to crying when you were tired and your boyfriend's sweet words were making your heart melt. Yangyang stays with you like this until you stop crying, when he gestures towards your kitchen table for you to sit. "I'll get your plate ready and everything, you just relax."

You nod your head and then start towards the table, but then you stop and gently grab his arm. "Thank you, Yangyang. You always make me feel like the luckiest girl in the world." You say as you press a kiss onto his lips.

The proud smile on Yangyang’s face when you pull away from the kiss made you one hundred times happier. Treating you always was one of his favorite things to do.

[honeydewtual]

🍃💞🌱 for @theycallmecarpet

[yangxteez]

happy valentines day! have a photo of yangyang bc i think ur cool

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You're the best thank you so much skskjssks 🩷💕🩵💓

I think you're pretty cool too bro 😎

Happy valentine's day to you too!

[mulloey]

finally i found someone who does nsfw reqs - or just haven't seen other writers, but whatever - some yangyang headcons with little shy n vulnerable reader would really ease my mind rn, thank u so much in advance !

a few ways of keeping you

warnings: dom/sub dynamics specified in the request. very deep and deliberate subspace, very slight little dynamics if you really really squint, but it’s more in the sense that you like to feel small and cared for and he babies you and calls you little/little girl etc., emotional elements of dom/sub relationships, mentions of anxiety, panic attacks, body image issues, insecurity. nsfw: oral (f.receiving), bondage, dumbification, punishment, spanking, overstimulation. this is a fairly intense power exchange within a dom/sub dynamic. it won’t be for everyone and hate is blocked.

author’s note: i’m not entirely sure this is what you were wanting as it’s quite a vague request, but i did my best. i don’t like the short bullet point headcanon format so i fleshed it out a bit more while still exploring different elements of the relationship. requests open & feedback appreciated.

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never in his life has he seen something so sweet.

it’s a cold, miserable day in december when you first encounter him; the whole city is covered in snow, sidewalks wet and icy beneath your feet and you almost stumble on your way to your favourite cafe. you just want a hot cocoa and a grilled cheese, and then you’ll go home and stay there until the weather eases up a bit. you really hate the cold. but this cafe doesn’t do home delivery and their food is the only one that manages to taste exactly like home.

you’re shivering when you push open the door, burying your head in your thick scarf and shuffling over to the counter. they’re familiar with your order by now, and once you’ve paid you trudge over to your favourite seat, against the wall in the corner, and start removing your wet, snow-covered outerwear.

you don’t realise you’re being watched until someone sits down beside you. you open your mouth to tell them to go away when you meet their eyes and your words are caught in your throat.

it’s a man around your age, maybe a few years older, handsome and smiling, and he’s looking at you like you’re something precious.

“hi,” he smiles. “i’m yangyang.”

it’s been over a year since that day, and almost a year since you started dating him. you’d shied away from it at first; you’d never really done that sort of thing and you had no intention of starting to. he persisted but never pressured you, just happy to be in your presence. only when you’d woken up from a nightmare one night and found yourself calling his name into the darkness did you realise that maybe he could be what you needed all along. and when he picked up your call on the second ring, showing up to your apartment ten minutes later and watching movies on the couch with you until you fell asleep, you knew for certain.

there’s a lot you love about yangyang; his smile, his laugh, the small gifts he brings you when he comes home from tour. even his yelling and loud laughter when he’s gaming with his friends, which ordinarily would frighten you, is somehow endearing.

but the best thing about yangyang is the way he cares for you.

it wasn’t something you ever discussed; he just fell into the role naturally. even on that first day you met, when he helped you peel off your wet coat and insisted on giving you his dry one, something about the way he spoke, acted, looked at you, made you feel cared for and looked after in a way you never really had before. he was patient and gentle with you from the very beginning and you quickly felt at ease, even confident, in his presence. and that is something he will never take for granted. even if it is a lot to bear sometimes, he couldn’t have it any other way.

0 - duty of care

since he met you he’s felt a sense responsibility for you that he’s never experienced before. he felt bound and compelled to protect you from everything and everyone what might cause you harm—even yourself and it became his life’s mission to see it through.

you hadn’t realised how much you needed what he was offering until you finally accepted it; until you finally but reluctantly put down your shields and barriers you’d built to keep yourself safe and let him in people, and completely. and you knew instantly and unquestionably that this, that he, was what would finally complete you.

his care for you manifests in different ways; holding your hand when you go, ordering for you in cafes and restaurants, keeping you next to him; a tether between the two of you that binds you together. then there’s the emotional side; when you panic and fret and he talks you down with a low, calm voice and a firm hand on your skin; when you’re wracked with insecurity and he spends the whole night showing you why you shouldn’t be; when he picks apart all the problems that to you seem insurmountable, until they’re small and digestible enough that they don’t really seem to be problems at all. he knows your brain far better than you; knows how to pick apart and mould it how he wishes but he would never think to take advantage of it. everything he does is for you.

his role with you differs depending on your needs that day; sometimes it’s nurturing, parental, others it’s punishing and authoritative. sometimes you just need a friend to listen and nod along as you try to pull apart all the pressure in your head.

and sometimes, of course, you need to be fucked.

1 - love and comfort

not even he can keep you happy and comfortable all the time, though. like everyone you have your own problems and struggles and you’ve never been very good at dealing with them or even admitting their existence. he takes them from you when he can, bearing as much of the burden as you’ll allow him to, but sometimes it’s not enough. sometimes you break. and sometimes, you can’t. not on your own.

the days when he comes home to find you in a heap on the floor, or feels the tension in your body and sees you beginning to cave under the pressure of it, are the ones most important. to be the one to pick you up or bring you to safety, to soothe and protect you from it all, is a privilege.

sometimes you want to be rocked; to be held and caressed and cooed at like a fragile creature who knows nothing except him. you want him to feed you by hand, to wash you while you lie limp against his chest in the bath, to tell you it’s all okay.

but sometimes it’s not enough. sometimes, when you’re on the verge of shattering but unable to let go completely, you need to be taken apart by hand. you need to be completely broken, and reset and rearranged as he decides. you need to surrender everything to him—whether you like it or not.

that’s how he finds you today. you’re curled up in bed when he trudges in after practice, head buried in the pillow, shaking and sobbing but not crying. no tears. when you finally notice his presence next to you he has no time to think before you’re launching yourself into his arms and wrapping yourself around him. “yangyang,” you gasp. “please. turn it off.”

he sees the gears turn in your head, knows what you mean; you need the thoughts to stop. you need the cracks to pull apart completely and come undone at the seams. and you need him to do it. now.

“what do you want me to do, hm?” his voice is soft but his grip on you is tightening protectively and painfully. “need me to break you?”

“yeah,” you breath. “just—anything, yang. anything.”

“yeah?” he croons. “want yangyang to decide? you don’t want to make any decisions, do you? s’too much for your little brain.”

he feels you tense in his arms, breath hitching and his lips curl into a knowing smile. he can recognise the signs with ease now; the silent indicators that you’re finally going under. it used to be difficult, it used to be a battle despite how much you both wanted it, but now it’s as simple as his hands on your skin and soft, crooning whispers of how small and dumb and helpless you are. how much you need him.

“that’s it,” he mumbles against your hair, feeling you start to relax, tension subsiding and you sink into it. “go dumb for me, baby, s’alright. i’ll never hurt you.”

a lie, technically, but you know what he means.

sometimes he gets you so far under that you barely remember what happened when you come back up; only the faint memory of his hands, his teeth and pleasure that came in waves. the loss of control of even your own recollections is thrilling.

of course, you like when you remember it, too. when he’s away at work or on tour and you get to fuck yourself to the memory of red-hot strikes against your skin; the snap of folded leather in his hands, the bite of hardwood floor against your bare shins, the burning humiliation of being talked down to while you squirm and whine under his touch. you’re lucky he allows you to touch yourself without him—all you have to do is send him the video and tell him exactly what you thought about.

no one cares for you like yangyang, and that includes the ways he breaks you. everything is strategic; every word, every movement designed to hit you just deeply enough to hurt in the moment but not deep enough to linger beyond it. there’s no point breaking you down if there’s nothing to build back up again when he’s finished.

dominance is a fine art, especially with you. even now, after all this time, he’s still learning the best ways to care for you, the best ways to maintain and exercise the control you’ve handed to him. but even he must admit, he wields his power with expert precision.

it doesn’t scare him when you cry anymore; he knows when it’s coming and how to coax it out of you; he knows the way you cry when you’re getting exactly what you needed and the way you cry when something is wrong. he knows what to do in the latter case but he always manages to keep it in the former; certainly he makes mistakes, pushes you too far on occasion, but he always stops it. from your body, your face, your voice, he knows when he’s gone too far long before you do.

his hands are always soft on you afterwards. always tender and careful once the destruction ends and the rebuilding begins. he holds you close to him, letting you cry or scream or whatever you need to do to work through the flood of emotions he’s finally forced out of you. he runs his hands across your red, swollen skin, treating the welts that are particularly painful and, rarely, deep enough to cut you. he feeds you by hand, bathes you by hand, keeps you tight against his chest as you fall asleep in his warmth.

he’d do anything for you. anything. unfortunately, sometimes it’s not so pleasant.

2 - a guiding hand

he set the rules early on in your relationship. you had suggested it with a shy, anxious tone and reddened cheeks. “i want you to… control me more,” you’d squeaked.

he’d been eager to agree, and the rules were simple by design. they had to be for your little brain to compute them.

be safe. be healthy, be good. be honest.

but even the simplest of rules can be difficult to adhere to. especially to someone like you. and that’s when he has to be firmer, to put his foot down and lay down the law in a way you’ll understand no matter how far you’ve slipped.

he’s always careful about it and he always times it right. it’s not always immediate; sometimes you’re just not in a space to fully comprehend the lesson he’s trying to teach. at that point, a few smacks to your ass, nothing procedural or clinical, is enough to settle you until you’re ready to be properly disciplined.

when you are ready, you know well by now what to do. all he needs to do is sit down on the bed or sofa or chair, pat his thigh and mutter “over, honey”, and you’re clamouring to obey no matter how much you don’t want to. honestly, you like it more when you don’t want to do it; it makes it more real. you’re not excited or aroused and neither is he. there’s no thrill or game to be found here. you must learn, and he must teach you.

you know he wants you, and you bend your body over one of his knees so your ass is in the air. he bares it without a word, tugging down your pants or shorts and inching down your panties to the middle of your thighs. the cold air on your ass always makes you shiver and he waits for you to relax before beginning.

he’ll tell you what he’s going to do. he’ll tell you why, and you’ll repeat it back to him in a small, scared voice. the first hit will come. he’ll tell you to count.

sometimes you only need ten to learn your lesson; other times it takes so long that you eventually stop counting and just feel the weight of his palm against you. sometimes your safeword dances on your tongue, but you never say it. you never need to.

he’s always extra tender with you afterwards, but his voice is still firm when he asks you if you’re going to repeat your mistake. he always softens, though, when you smile through tears and shake your head softly. “never, yangie.”

well. not for a while, at least.

3 - pleasure and worship

the first time you had sex with yangyang, you’d been clumsy and unsure of yourself. you were determined to be sexy for him, seeing all the girls he interacted with at work and wanting to be as good as them, but you felt ridiculous in the black lace, like you were too big for your skin, stupid and unsexual. you’d intended to surprise him when he got home from work, waiting prettily on the couch for him, but when you looked in the mirror and saw the way it clung to you in all the wrong ways, you couldn’t get it off quick enough.

i mean, you literally couldn’t. because the door opened just as you reached to unhook the bra, and your boyfriend was standing there with an open mouth.

“i—” you tried to think of an explanation or an excuse but nothing came. you’d just have to face up to it; confront the shame and embarrassment head on.

“baby,” he breathed. “you look incredible.”

only after the second time he made you cum with his mouth did you really believe it.

yangyang lives and breathes to pleasure you, cherishes every inch of your skin; even—especially—the parts you wish wouldn’t away. of course nothing is better than fucking you, than the feeling of your tight pussy clinging to his dick as he slams into you over and over. but pleasuring you with his mouth or toys or fingers until you’re near delirium is a very close second.

he knows just how to talk to you, just how to act to get and keep you where you want to be. the sex you have when you’re deep in your headspace and the sex you have outwith it aren’t quite the same, but the common factor is always there; he’s relentless, he’s hungry and he’s really, really good.

“you’re so little, aren’t you?” he coos, pumping his fingers in and out of you. his palm is sticky with cream and your pussy squelches and squeals with each movement. you’re barely conscious at this point, but you can take more. you will take more. “you’re so dumb, baby. can’t even think once you’re got a couple fingers in you, can you?”

“no,” you gasp. “c-can’t, yangyang.”

you’re writhing and thrashing but the soft, fur-lined leather restraints keep you where he wants you. still, sometimes he slaps your thigh or your pussy and barks at you to ‘stay still’, but it’s more for his amusement than anything else. truth is, you can move as much you want, but you’re done when he decides. you can’t go anywhere.

“i know,” he hums. “taking it so good. you’re gonna cum again for me, alright? just one more, baby, i know you can do it.”

“yeah.” you shudder, closing your eyes and trying to get lost in the pleasure, in the pressure that builds in your gut as he fucks you open. “can do it. i can do it.”

“you can,” he smiles. the pace quickens and he presses a soft kiss to your inner thigh. “go one, baby. make me proud. cum.”

your composure breaks in an instant and your body is writhing and seizing like you’re about to die. you go limp, collapsing with gasped breaths and he kisses your painful, swollen pussy.

“that’s my girl.”

his girl. his baby. and you always will be.

[sluttyten]

Kinktober 2024: Gods & Monsters

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Thirty-one days of NCT member short fics. This year with the theme of Gods & Monsters (aka pretty much every fic is going to include a supernatural twist)

NSFW 18+, Minors DNI

Day 1: By the Moon

Hendery is a werewolf, you are his chosen prey for the night - kinda dub con at first, stalker, hunter/prey, belly bulge

Day 2: limited time only

Jaemin appears to you on the beach like a god born from the sea, and immediately there's a connection. But there's something mysterious about him that you can't quite place, though your friends have their suggestions - semi-public sex, beach sex, wax play, grinding, nudist Jaemin

Day 3: magic tricks and magical d*cks

Johnny is the High Warlock of Chicago, and you are eager to learn all of his tricks - wand puns, magic, blowjobs, cock worship, strangers to lovers

Day 4: Siren's Call

Renjun is a tourist that doubts the local legends of sirens, and you're a siren that just wants to get to know him better - fingering, dry humping, spanking, stuck in a wall

Day 5: Finding Home

Jaehyun and you meet in a world overrun with zombies, and although you want him desperately, it takes a close shave with death to get either of you to make a move - shower sex, daddy kink, thigh riding, handjob, choking, penetration

Day 6: Freaky Love

Ten is your obsession. Your paths keep crossing, not all of them due to your stalker behavior, and each time your obsession grows until one fateful night when suddenly all of your actions feel validated - stalker, obsessions, masturbation, pillow humping, voyeurism, gloryhole, anonymous sex, blindfold, riding, fingersucking

Day 7: dog days of summer

WinWin is your boyfriend with strong golden-retriever boy energy, always happy to see you and go places with you. When you take a weekend trip away, you finally realize why that might be -- car sex, fingering, foot fetish, toe sucking

Day 8: Little Shop of Wonders

Kun and you discover a magical little shop, get into a plant that the shop owner warns you is a strong aphrodisiac, and much sexual fun ensues -- sex pollen, consensual free use, fuck toy, shower sex, lots of cum, facefucking, masturbation, bukkake, cunnilingus, blowjobs, slight exhibitionism, subspace

Day 9: The Devil in Me

Haechan is a demon, you're a virgin sacrifice, but things don't go as planned with the sacrifice, and suddenly you're infatuated with a demon, but the craziest part is maybe he's interested in you too -- loss of virginity, first time, oral sex, marking, biting, possessive/protective Haechan, mentions of human sacrifice, demons, a lot softer/romantic than it sounds

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Day 13: mine for the taking (Raw)

Taeyong and YangYang are your companions in the zombie apocalypse, and it just makes sense when you start sleeping with both of them -- cnc, bondage, outdoor sex, oral sex, face fucking, threesome, dirty talk, praise

[weishenvicons]

Happy Birthday to YangYang 🎂💚

[hanakotsugumi]

[sugarmuseum]

DOUBLE KILL | L.MK, L.DH | TEASER!

PAIRING: Mark Lee & Lee Donghyuck x female!reader

GENRE: smut, horror, thriller, college!au, frat!au

SUMMARY: As the campus gets filled with a bunch of frat members dressed as Ghosface for a Halloween joke, you suddenly get dragged into your own scary movie when someone decides you’ll be the protagonist.

WORD COUNT (teaser): 873 words.

AUTOR'S NOTE: edit this fic it's taking me a little more than i expected *deep sigh* i'll do my best to post it this week but in the meantime here's a teaser!

You put down your phone and walked away to finally get on your pajamas to sleep, when it lit up with another incoming call. These guys didn’t sleep or what? This time you looked at the ID, a private number. Knowing that NCT's day of nonsense is clearly not over, you answered but put it on speaker this time. 

"Hello?" You responded for the third or fourth time today, starting to undress and choosing a large, worn-out t-shirt, pulling it over your head. As no one said anything on the other line, you frowned. "Junie, you were supposed to call Yangyang, not me," you reminded him.

"This is not Renjun," a distorted voice said. You turned to look at your phone for a second, hesitating, and then continued taking off your clothes, now tossing your jeans into the laundry basket.

"Oh? So who is it then?" You asked as you rolled your eyes, feeling tired of playing this game so late. You took your phone and turned off the speaker, and turned off the lights as well. You laid down in your bed in the dark, stretching with a small sigh, happy to be in the comfort of your sheets after a long day. 

"Someone else. Going to bed already?" The caller asked, sounding interested, the low and seductive voice catching you a bit off guard. It's not the playful tone that others had used.

‘’Yeah, I was just about to,’’ you replied, turning on the small flat-screen TV in your room, looking for something on Netflix while holding the phone to your ear. ‘’Although I might put on a movie for some white noise, it helps me sleep.’’

"What movie?" The voice inquired you, tone deep and low.

‘’I don't know, maybe a horror movie,’’ you murmured, putting a random one and lowering the tv volume a little. "It's Halloween season, after all.’’ 

"A horror movie it’s gonna relax you? People stabbed and blood does that to you?’’ The caller chuckled darkly, mocking you. ‘’What's your favorite scary movie?" He asked, the altered voice resonating against your ear.

You took a pause, thinking for a few seconds. To everyone who had asked before, you had given different answers and lies to keep up the joke and ruin the original script, but this time you decided to respond with the truth, laughing quietly at how ridiculous it would sound.

"Scream," you admitted, tossing the remote aside and curling up under the blankets, keeping your eyes on the movie. "You guys, don't you get tired of making the same calls during the day? You're all going to drain the battery of that damn thing before Halloween.’’

‘’What do you like about that movie?’’ The voice ignored your last comment. 

"I find it original, I like how it mocks and pays homage to the clichés and rules of slashers," you replied, unable to prevent another big yawn from escaping. "Drew Barrymore has the most iconic scene," your attention was diverted to your door, listening to noises from downstairs. They were probably sisters returning to the building.

"Are you tired, sweetheart? I bet you were finishing your homework like the good girl you are, I am right?" The caller said, making you frown with a strange feeling forming inside you upon hearing the nickname. But you couldn't tell if it was fear or something else.

"How do you know that?" You asked, curious but a bit hesitant. 

"I saw you in the library today, looking so distracted and a bit... skittish," the voice commented with a small laugh that had you swallowing hard. "Is something making you nervous?"

‘’You know what? Yes, some group of idiots are bothering students everywhere," you mocked with your eyes closed, ready to sleep. "Including me. It's annoying."

‘’Well, in that case I hope the distractions don't make you forgetful. You remembered to lock the door, right? Did you set the alarm?’’ The caller asked, taunting you.

You could only blink as you slowly sat up in bed. The atmosphere had changed, and you felt a sense of discomfort and a bit of fear from his words, especially when the voice laughed hoarsely against your ear, as if he knew something you didn't. No one knows that today it's my turn to set the security system, you thought. 

‘’You should check that, baby. If the door’s not locked… maybe there’s someone’s already inside,’’ the voice said.

You remembered the noises you heard from downstairs. Did you set the alarm before, right? Wasn't the door closed? No sister could enter after curfew, you assured yourself, glancing a bit frantically at the time on your phone. Past midnight. You were so tired after a day that had started so early, then the classes and the quiz you had been answering for hours— no. 

You locked the door and put the security code on. Stop, you’re getting paranoid, you chastised yourself, it's just the boys being annoying. Right?

"Are you scared?" The electronic, smooth voice asked in a mocking tone, as if it knew exactly that you were going a little crazy. "Do you want me to come and help you calm down? Just open your door for me. Maybe I’m standing behind it..."

[pajarinwrites]

中秋节 | Wen Junhui x Reader

➳ fem!reader x jun

➳ wc: 6.1k

➳ TAGS: idol!au, established relationship

➳ WARNINGS: omg um, cunnilingus, jun is a SIMP, piv sex, unprotected sex (wrap it, my dudes), praise, just general adorable lovey dovey softness, but like medium rough sex? ig, not really rough?, i never know how to write warnings, just like i don't know how to write smut woops sorry

➳ AN: HAPPY MID AUTUMN FESTIVAL BITCHES and 女王们; this is only moderately edited bc i actually meant to publish smt for 中秋节 last year but i didn't finish it in time so here it is now (I’m sure it’s still autumn festival somewhere in the world…)! I LOVE WEN JUNHUI

I DON'T KNOW HOW TO WRITE SMUT I HATED THIS AHHHH i don't think i'll ever be able to write any smut in which the man isn't a simpering, whimpering, submissive, cowering, crawling, obsequious little simping piece of trash; it's just how i like my men, but i kinda wanna challenge myself some time, not this time though :P also i'm low-key proud of this smut? i used miraclewoozi as an inspiration bc their smut is literal art...

also, literally three pieces in one week??? WHO AM I??? this is more than in the entire year before combined, i fear lmao. sorry. i'm off to return to hibernate in my bog for another six months now thx bye, RIN OUT *drops mic

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Jun stepped out of the airport into the sweltering heat, but had to find that merely knowing the weather conditions was quite different from being prepared for them. Luckily, he had left enough space in his carry-on to take off the jacket and sweater that he had needed in chilly Seoul and during the flight – airplane ACs were notoriously unpredictable. Despite this, Hong Kong never seized to amaze him with its constant warmth. At least the eternal sunshine gave him a good excuse to wear a cap and sunglasses at all times.

He flagged down a cross-border cab because, frankly, he didn’t feel like taking the crowded metro all the way home. This way he saved himself from a lot of heat, hassle, and the potential of being recognised, even if it delayed him. As expected, the traffic in the city was a nightmare and he did make it home later than strictly necessary. He paid the fee, dodging the driver’s interested gaze, and mumbling a small “mh gōi” before dashing into his building.

When he was finally standing in front of his apartment door, Jun felt ready to just lock himself in his room for the rest of the night. That was, until the door opened to reveal his parents and little brother. Immediately, his frown softened and he dropped his bags to engulf them in one enormous hug.

“I missed you guys so much,” he exclaimed to groans from his little brother and a soft smile from his mother.

This was most likely going to be the last chance he got to spend more than a day or two with them. With their world tour and his busy filming schedule just around the corner, he wouldn’t have time for months.

Jun had spent years of Zhōngqiūjié apart from them. It wasn’t easy to watch most of his members be able to visit their homes and spend Chuseok with their loved ones. Some years it was only him, Minghao, and Joshua in the dorms. But he wasn’t going to dwell on that. Not when he could finally hold the people he loved the most in his arms. Well, most of them at any rate. He would never get used to having to choose between his biological and his chosen family.

His mother peeled herself away from him, squeezing his cheek and insisting that he had grown even more handsome over the last few weeks.  His step father clapped him on the shoulder and asked him about the flight; his brother asked if he had brought him anything cool. Unable to stop smiling for even a second, Jun assented to both questions. He was led to the living room by his mother to sit and relax after the ‘strenuous journey’, giving him a moment to fish the presents out of his luggage, handing one off to his little brother.

“Thanks, gē!” YangYang exclaimed and bounded off to his room to open it in peace. Their mother called after him, “Don’t forget to do your homework before playing! Dinner will be ready in an hour!” Jun smiled, handing his parents the other one.

“You shouldn’t have! I keep telling you we don’t need anything.”

“But I want to get you guys nice things, mā.”

She looked trapped half-way between smitten and resigned, but accepted the present gracefully. With a kiss on the top of his head she stated, “You can rest a little before I call you boys for dinner. I’m making your favourite.”

He thanked her, foregoing the idea of retiring to his room in favour of joining his mother in the kitchen. Most of the ingredients were already laid out on the counter, but when she bent down to pick up something from the bottom shelf, she gasped, “I can’t believe it! Where did all of our rice noodles go? I don’t think this is enough. And I also forgot to buy bamboo shoots earlier!”

She turned around, apologetically, and murmured about having to go to the market real quick to get some. Jun held out his hand to stop her in her tracks.

“Don’t worry, mā. I’ll go get the missing ingredients, and you can get started on the other dishes.”

“No let me go, Jun. You’ve just had a taxing flight and—“ His step-father tried to intervene.

“It’s absolutely no problem!” Jun insisted, not paying his parents’ protests any mind. He grabbed his sunglasses from the side table by the entrance and was out the door before either of them could stop him.

Jun had missed their shèqū, its homely atmosphere, the bustling of the people on the street, and hence didn’t mind the opportunity for a late-night stroll. The closest super market was just down the short road at the main square, and he stopped by quickly before continuing on his way to the live market.

There was a certain nostalgia in going to the market like this, just the way he used to with his mother when he was younger. The stalls didn’t even seem to have changed at all. There was the same group of old ladies dancing in the small park to the side, and a little further down the road, a small group of children was taking turns, performing on a gǔzhēng. Jun watched the windows of his old piano school pass by, still partially lit as students practiced inside. At the corner of the next street was the second-hand book store they had often visited, next to the pharmacy in which he used to sit on the kiddie rides for ages, singing along to jiātíng chēnghu or liǎng zhī lǎohǔ.

Still lost in nostalgia, he stopped by one of the vegetable vendors to acquire the bamboo shoots. Jun enjoyed strolling the aisles leisurely, taking a look at all the things that were being sold. As he rounded one of the displays, someone else was cutting the corner in the opposite direction. Jun barely managed to dance out of the trajectory of them, murmuring an immediate, “Sorry, are you okay?”

He pulled down his sunglasses and looked at the person in front of him in worry. They looked up, locked eyes with him and whisper-screamed, “Oh my god! Wen Junhui?”

Jun was taken aback for only a split second, which he spent worrying he had been recognised, before he could place your face. He hadn’t seen you properly in years, just another name on the long list of people he had to leave behind. The last time you had run into each other had been during Rock With You promotions, when Minghao and he had taken time for their own schedules in China. His eyes crinkled in the corners but he still didn’t dare to take off his mask.

“It’s been so long!” He said instead. You had pulled him into your arms within a second, just a quick squeeze before remembering where you were. You pulled away, pouting, “You didn’t tell me you’d be back.”

“Sorry, it slipped my mind. I also didn’t think I’d have enough time to meet you. Not properly…”

You wiggled your eyebrows, “What does that mean?” Jun blushed, making you laugh. “I’m kidding, A-Jun. But I’m glad we ran into each other. I mean, what are the odds!”

“I didn’t even know whether you still lived here,” he admitted, sheepishly. But Jun wished profoundly that you could feel how earnest he was being. You didn’t actually seem to mind his failure to alert you of his arrival, despite your history. Instead, you continued in your usual chirpy manner, “Yeah, I managed to find work close by so I could stay here. But I’m here here just for the holiday. Staying at my parents, you know.” Jun nodded, accompanying you to the register under more animated chatter.

“Do you have to get anything else?” You asked after you had stepped out the open market. He negated, returning the question.

“Me neither,” you replied, hesitating shortly before continuing, “I guess that means we’ll have to part ways again…”

The way your voice trailed off and your eyebrows knitted together made Jun reply before thinking better of it, “Actually, I think my mā can wait for these bamboo shoots a little longer…” You face lit up with such intensity and immediacy that Jun had to chuckle.

“In that case let’s take a stroll through the park. I’ve been keeping up with Seventeen obviously, but I want to hear from you, personally, how you’ve been doing.”

Falling into step beside you felt so easy. Together, you walked the same paths you did when you were teenagers, talking about everything and anything – back before he had to leave for Korea. He talked a lot about the shoots, dorm fights and misunderstandings, and how much he had missed his mother’s cooking. You winked, asking whether he hadn’t missed you at all, and he couldn’t string together a coherent sentence in reply. Instead he sputtered for a few seconds before you let him off the hook.

“It’s fine. I was joking, Jun. Oh, look!” Jun was glad for the distraction as he watched you hurry of to the pavilion down the path. If you hadn’t changed the subject he might’ve said something stupid. But when you spun around to face him under the colourful roof, with the small pond and the bamboo in the background, he wasn’t sure that he wouldn’t say something stupid yet.

He was sitting next to you, listening to you rant about your catty co-workers, absent boss, and the general annoyances of adulthood, unable to stop himself from grinning like an idiot at the familiarity, the ease of the whole situation. At some point he shot his mom a text to let her know that he ran into you and to eat without him. She simply replied that he should take his time, but he felt like she was secretly glad to have the two of you reconnect. Your conversations veered from family to old memories together until eventually, when the sun had set almost completely, you got up abruptly.

“I should get back. My mom wasn’t expecting me back immediately but at this point she’s probably wondering if I’ve gotten lost.” Jun nodded, getting up with you and stepping out of the pavilion. You threw one look back over your shoulder before smiling down at your shoes.

“I don’t know if you remember but… this is where you said goodbye…” Jun blinked slowly before the memory registered. He couldn’t believe that he hadn’t immediately thought of the day he went to Korea, the last day he spent with you, the day he missed his chance to say so many things he had wanted to say.

“Oh,” he breathes softly, “yeah, I remember. But it’s not a very fun memory.”

Jun decides to look anywhere but you, at the trees lining the road home to his apartment building, the birds flying overhead, the children playing across the street.

“I have to agree. But I’m glad to have you back now. Even if it’s just for an afternoon.”

“Actually, you should visit tomorrow! If you want, of course. I don’t think my family would mind seeing you again after such a long time, and…”

He stops in his tracks. The two of you have reached the intersection at which your ways part. Jun turned to face you. The words were still stuck in his throat, just like all those years ago, just like every time he’s seen you since. But this time, with your hopeful eyes looking up at him, he takes a deep breath. This time will be different. He takes the leap.

“… and I’d also love to spend more time with you.”

You smile in reply, and agree to visit tomorrow. To say goodbye, you hug him again, and he feels like he’s floating all the way home. Maybe tomorrow he’ll gain the courage to tell you everything that he’s been keeping in his heart.

Their dorms were quiet, the shared living areas swallowed in darkness as Jun excited his room. He had been talking to his family via video call for the past hour or two, catching up and trying their best to celebrate Zhōngqiūjié together, even when they were physically apart. You had initially planned on joining the call, but there had been last minute plans that had kept you from it. Even though Jun understood, he had been able to help feeling a little crestfallen when you had told him about it. The two of you had made it work since he confessed to you a year ago, talking almost weekly on the phone because both his and your commitments kept you from visiting all too often. And since this year he couldn’t visit home because of the impeding comeback, he would’ve at least enjoyed talking to you on the holiday proper, instead of just during one of your regularly scheduled calls. Especially with how long it had been since he’d last seen you in person in June. To him, an eternity.

Vernon, Dokyeom, and Chan had returned to their families for the evening to celebrate Chuseok together, leaving the dorm deserted, save Jun himself. They’d all met up for lunch as a celebration before most left to go home. It was an effort by the Korean members to ease the homesickness of those that wouldn’t be able to see their families over the holiday. Seungkwan had ended up accompanying Vernon, while Joshua and Minghao decided to simply celebrate with each other, even though they hadn’t been lacking in invitations either. Jun had made the same decision. They had let him know they’d be out until the night but that he could join them at their apartment later.

Especially Dokyeom had had a hard time simply leaving Jun behind, but the older man had insisted that he was going to be fine, and that it would give him a chance to call his family in China. But coming out of his room and being greeted with a cold, dark apartment, made Jun question his decision. He sighed, contemplating for a second whether he should simply return to his room instead of feeling the hollow emptiness of their shared dorm. But before he could make a decision, the doorbell rang.

He wasn’t expecting anyone, so the sudden shrill of the bell surprised him. Maybe it was one of the members, back early. Maybe Minghao and Joshua had decided to surprise him at the apartment. But when he looked at the screen of the camera system, he was greeted with a sight wholly unexpected. His breath hitched as he looked at you, your eyes staring straight at the camera, a warm smile on your face. Jun buzzed you in, jittery with nerves as he worried you might disappear or he might wake up. You had been talking about your crazy workload and extra assignments for the past few weeks, how on earth were you here?

This has to be a dream, he thought, standing in the open door and waiting for the tell-tale ping of the elevator. When he heard it, he couldn’t even wait for you to round the corner. In slippers, he sprinted down the hallway to the lift, coming face to face with you as you were trying to heave your luggage out. Jun cast it aside, picking you up and spinning you around. He buried his face in the side of your neck, breathing in the scent of your perfume and your skin.

“How are you here?” He whispered after a good few seconds of spinning and listening to your tinkling laugh.

“Well, you know, I bought a plane ticket, went to the airport in Hong Kong, I got on a plane—“ Jun interrupted you by picking you up again, proclaiming his happiness while you insisted that he finally put you down. If he had been a better man, he might’ve listened immediately. As it stood, it took the two of you several minutes to make it the short way from the elevator to his apartment door, Jun stopping every few seconds to give you another spin or a kiss.

Once you had finally made it safely inside, he brought your luggage to his room, before returning to the shared space and staring at you in fascination. There you were, right in front of him, leaning onto the counters of his dorm’s kitchen as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

“How did you know I’d be home?” He asked and you giggled, presumably at his flabbergasted expression.

“I kind of asked the members for help…”

“What? Who?”

In hindsight, he thought he should’ve expected this. There had been a curious lack of invitations extended to him this year. Especially considering that Joshua and Minghao were still invited everywhere. And, thinking about it now, the fact that the two of them had insisted on spending the evening ‘outside’ without Jun had also been more than a little suspicious.

“Almost all of them helped coordinate it, actually. They all had to be in on it to some extent.”

“When did you start planning this?” He asked, making his way over to you. One last time, he picked you up, setting you down softly on the counter. This time you let him do as he pleased without protest, choosing to answer his question instead, “Like a month ago or so. When it started becoming clear that you’d have no chance to make it home this year.” Jun hummed in response, stepping closer to stand between your legs. His arms found their place around your waist.

“I’m so happy you’re here,” he murmured, resting his head on your shoulder and sighing deeply when he felt you wrap your arms around him. He wished you could stay like this forever, or at least for a very, very long time. You turned your head, whispering that you had brought yuèbǐng from Shenzhen with you and he nodded automatically. Mentally, he was still focused only on your presence, the fact that he got to hold you in his arms and use his thumbs to draw absentminded circles on your waist. If he hadn’t been so focused on your body, he would’ve missed the small hitch of your breath as he exhaled against the column of your throat. He smirked lightly, murmuring something along the lines of ‘we can eat them later’ before attaching his lips to the place where your shoulder and neck met. You gasped, more audibly this time as he sucked on the sensitive skin, following the line of your collarbone. You tugged at his t-shirt, whispering that you should move to his bedroom but Jun smirked against your skin, slowly pushing up your shirt. As he tossed it over your head, he whispered, “Don’t worry, we’ve got the apartment to ourselves all night.”

He smoothed his hands under your thighs, grabbing onto your plush flesh and cursing the layer of your pants for stopping him from feeling your skin. Jun pulled you closer, to the edge of the counter, so that he could finally feel you pressed to him again, making his hands wander back up. He placed them on your waist, gingerly at first, as if you were going to vanish into thin air if he didn’t handle you with enough care. He still wasn’t sure you weren’t a figment of his imagination how you were sitting in front of him, hair and clothes messy from your flight, but your eyes shining so brightly he thought you were the most ethereal being on this planet. But when you bucked your hips forward against his, all that restrain flew out the window. He slid his hands lower from your waist, relishing in every inch of skin he got to touch along the way, before he settled them on your ass, encouraging your motions even further. Your arms tightened around him, one hand finding its way into his hair, the other toying with the collar of his t-shirt before slipping downwards and below the fabric to caress his back. He groaned, moving one hand - albeit reluctantly – away from your hips to tilt your head to the side. He was overwhelmed with your nearness, the swell of your breasts pressed against him, the smell of your skin filling his senses, spreading through him, expanding into every corner of his consciousness until all he could perceive was your presence, your breath, your skin on his.

You kissed him with so much vigour that he felt light-headed, the sparkle of your eyes encapsulated him, as if he was floating in space, surrounded by innumerable stars, twinkling around him. In his weightlessness, your hands were caressing him, still. You dropped them to the hem of his t-shirt, tracing along the exposed skin there as the rhythm of your hips never faltered.

You broke away, Jun following your lips with a whine. He wasn’t yet ready to leave your cosmos, but you pressed a soft hand against his chest, tugging his shirt off. Jun, personally, would have preferred to resume kissing you breathless right away, but you had other plans. Your hands returned to his chest, covering the expanse of his pectorals, gliding over the ridge of his shoulder, caressing every centimetre of skin while tracing the muscles across his torso. Every touch left a tingling feeling, pulling him deeper and deeper into your gravitation. His head was thrown back in pleasure, his eyes screwed shut while he tried (and failed) to even out his breathing under your attentive ministrations. When your hands returned to his chest and you flicked against his nipples tentatively, his head dropped forward in defeat, colliding with your shoulder.

He was breathing more heavily than he’d like to admit, as if he really was slowly rising through the atmosphere, the air becoming thinner and thinner. His cock was painfully hard, you grinding against it deliciously with every roll of your hips. Separated by way too many layers, Jun thought dimly before tapping against your ass, signalling for you to lift your hips off the counter.

You complied easily, leaning back in a way that allowed him to strip you of your comfy leggings. He watched you shudder at the feeling of cool marble under your skin, goosebumps forming at the sensation. Reverently, he let his hands glide up and down your legs, watching you shiver again, just from his touch. He hadn’t even realised that he had lowered himself down until one of your hands grabbed for his hair and tilted his head back.

Ripped out of his reverie, Jun stared up at you, towering over him, backlit by the kitchen lights. If it hadn’t meant leaving your reach, Jun would have fallen to his knees right this second. In this light, you looked like a higher being, come to cast divine judgement on him, a final reckoning. Jun found he would have taken any verdict, as long as it meant preserving your attention. He would have obliged any command, taken any punishment with equanimity. He would have taken Prometheus’ place, if it meant he could bask in your presence for another moment. He would suffer any acrimony, any scorn, any tribulation, if it meant your gaze would continue to rest on him like this – zeroed in on his face, your expression soft with adoration. He didn’t have to fear any judgment. The only thing written on your face was love. It was mirroring his own, he was sure, from where he was pleading for you attention from between your legs. You wouldn’t let him out of your sight, your fingers tugging at his hair with purpose. He angled his head, a miniscule movement, just enough to allow him to breathe a kiss against the inside of your thigh, a fluttering promise of continuation. If you let him. You loosened your grip, and Jun took it as the invitation that it was. His path mapped over the fat of your thigh, spilling over his kitchen counters, up one leg, down the other. All the while, he didn’t break eye contact, watching your expression crackle and slip, pleasure and frustration mixing in even measures as you breathed a plea, “Qīn'ài de, you’re teasing.”

His breathing became uneven, for just a second, at the term of endearment. You didn’t need to spell out your request. He could see it in the rise and fall of your chest, the sounds sneaking their way past your lips, the shifting of your hips – almost involuntary. The vision of you before him blurred as he tried to hear the rest of your declaration over the rushing in his ears. Your legs twitched under his hands; he didn’t remember when he had moved them there. But now they were here, holding your legs apart, leaving imprints in your flesh where they pressed against you. Jun searched your face for any sign of hesitance, any doubt, but he found none. All he could find was a sense of desperation clawing its way up your throat, leaving a blooming blush in its wake.

He still continued holding your gaze when he pressed his mouth to your core, pushing his tongue against the wet spot on your underwear. You gasped a little, hands twisting in his hair, the slight pain grounding him in this moment. His hands continued kneading your flesh, wandering, in feverish haste, across every expanse of skin they could cover. Above him, you writhed and moaned, his name leaving your lips as if you were now the one praying. Your head had tilted back slightly, breaking eye contact. But Jun’s gaze never left your face, drinking in every expression as he pushed your panties to the side to gain proper access to your sopping core.

“OhmygodJun,” you breathed, head lolling to the side when his tongue swirled around your most sensitive spot. One hand moved from your ass to your core, probing at your entrance just to feel you clench around him, hear the sharp intake of your breath. You tipped backwards, resting on your elbows as his name continued to tumble off your lips into the still air of the apartment. Jun’s other hand moved upwards, taking no care in pushing your sports bra out the way to grab at your breasts, pinching your nipples intermittently. He watched your chest heave as he slipped two fingers past your entrance at once, his tongue lapping between them, desperate to taste as much of you as possible. Your hands kept pushing him closer and closer, until his every sense was filled with you. Your taste on his tongue, your panting breath in his ears, the plush feeling of your thighs around his head. He moaned against your core.

Jun felt your high approach, maybe knew it was coming before you yourself even did, the way he could read your body in this moment, with how every fibre of his being was honed in on you and your pleasure.

“Jun, bǎobèi, I’m…”

His hand slid down to your waist, squeezing reassuringly. Jun felt you constrict around his digits, your moans growing louder and more desperate. He kept pressing his fingers into that spot that had you squeeze around him, kept his mouth sucking on your clit, humming at the flavour of you, until you peaked. You came with a cry of his name that made his chest swell with pride. Your thighs shut around his head like a vice, your hand evidently torn between wanting to pull him away and push him closer. Jun remained pressed to your core, lazily lapping at your release until your legs relaxed and he gained enough freedom of movement to lean back and search for your gaze.

Even though he had spent minutes staring at the ethereal picture of you earlier, he was still taken aback by your beauty: your hair even messier, your face blushed, your eyes glazed over in the hazy afterglow. He pressed another kiss to the inside of your thigh.

“How are you feeling, my love?”

It took you a few moments to answer him, calming your breath. A moment of which he took advantage to return to his full height, leaving kisses up your body on his way there. Once he was face to face with you, he brushed your hair out of your face, looking at you with devotion. You smiled back, softly, your arms wrapping around his shoulders and immediately causing a warm shiver to run down the length of his body. There you were, in his arms, gazing at him with love, bestowing him with whatever divine favour slumbered in your presence.

You leaned in closer, letting your breath ghost over his skin for a second before whispering, “I need you.”

Jun was sure he was about to malfunction. The way his body reacted instantly, unbidden, must have been proof of your power. He couldn’t suppress the groan that rose to the surface, betraying his helplessness in the face of you. But you only smiled, sliding off the counter, tossing your bra to the side, and leaning into him.

“I know you need me too, baby,” you susurrated against the shell of his ear, your hand falling to his crotch, smoothing over the outline of his cock against his sweatpants. Jun gasped when you gave his balls a squeeze, trailing your fingers back up, pressing them into his slit, already oozing with precum and staining his pants. He felt like melting, like he was Icarus and you were the sun, with the notable exception that your radiance was warm and welcoming. It didn’t burn him, it only made him feel soft, welcome, malleable. He melted at your touch, moulded himself to the shape of you.

Although Jun felt it was very much stating the obvious, he conceded, “I want you so bad.”

You smiled, discarding your panties in a swift motion, before turning around and bending over the surface.

“Then come get me.”

He only stared, transfixed by the way your muscles moved under your skin, how the warm kitchen light of his home cascaded over you, the way your eyes sparkled with mischief when you turned around to smirk at him. Jun’s mind was still fighting with the fact that you were real, you were here, and you were his. You cocked an eyebrow, watching him like a cat watched its supper. When he still continued to stare, your eyes darkened, beckoning him with intensity. You wiggled your ass at him, pushing it back so it grazed his throbbing dick. As you threatened to pull away again, Jun’s hands flew to your hips. You yelped at the sudden strength with which he gripped you, pulling you back against him once more, grinding down against your ass with such verve that your head dropped forward. A long groan escaped you as Jun crowded you against the counter, pushing you down and leaning over your back.

“You need me, huh?”

You nodded your head enthusiastically while meeting his thrusts, moaning his name again and again, and growing more breathless by the second. Jun wanted to tease you, he really did. He wanted to ask you how bad you needed him. He wanted to force you to be more specific, to hear you say how you needed to feel his cock inside you, hitting that spot over and over again. He wanted to make your pretty lips form all those filthy words, say his name, beg for him. But it had been months since he had seen you in person, it felt like an eternity had passed since his skin was last allowed to touch yours, a lifetime since he heard you whimper and moan and pant for him like this. So, he forewent any more teasing. Instead, Jun simply shoved his sweatpants and underwear down his legs, freeing his cock.

You whined at the sound of it hitting his abs, wiggling your ass again and breathing out his name in that way he would never grow tired of. He grinned, sliding his dick through your slick, nipping its tip against your clit, once, twice, three times. So many times that you whimpered, an indistinguishable string of supplications, whines of baby, please please please leaving your lips. Your forehead was pressed against the counter now, as if the cold, hard surface helped ground you in reality while Jun had his way with you.

When, finally, he slipped into you, both of you sighed. You voices mixing in the air of the kitchen that seemed to have been growing thinner by the second. Jun’s breathing was growing ragged, and he could tell you weren’t faring much better than him. He started moving, slowly at first, testing the waters and, yes, possibly also to rile you up a little more. But when you clenched around him, any self-control was thrown out the window. His hands on your lower back were shoving you down against the ice-cold surface, making you hiss. His hips snapping against your ass as he searched for that spot that would make you drool over the marble countertops.

“Fuck… yes! Baby, right there,” you groaned when he found it.

Jun leaned back down over you, his front pressed against your back, his hot breath by your ear, whispered prayers of your name escaping him. He drove into that spot relentlessly, repeatedly until you lost all function of speech, reduced only to swears and his name. Jun mirrored your vocabulary, one hand sneaking around your body to find your clit again and rub punishing circles. With the added stimulation of his hand, the pressure of his weight, and the way his cock was hitting that spongy part inside you again and again, you felt your pleasure crest alarmingly fast.

“Junjunjunjunjun,” you breathed, but, again, he somehow had known before you what was coming. His groans surrounded you, your perception narrowed to just the feeling and sound of him.

“Hold on a little longer, baby,” he breathed, and you barely registered it. Just nodding for the sake of nodding, praying his own release would find him fast.

“Doing so well, baby. So good for me,” he continued, almost to himself, baiting your release even more.

A few agonising, timeless moments passed until, “That’s it, let go. Come for me, baby. Come with me.”

Immediately, you released a sound somewhere between a groan and a whimper, you head falling forward again as your whole body tensed up. Jun followed your example, his head dropping against your shoulder as he drove his cock into you, prolonging both of your releases as much as possible, until the sensitivity forced him to pull out. He remained folded over you, so close that he could feel his cum drip out of you, landing on the kitchen floor with a small splat. The air felt too thin for any movement, so he remained draped over you, his thumb drew circles on your lower back until you returned to him, mumbling his name.

“Are you alright, qīn'ài de?”

You nodded almost imperceptibly, your hair sticking to the nape of your neck. Jun brushed it to the side, leaving a small peck where it had been.

“Nooo,” you whined, “I’m sweaty.”

“I don’t care,” he replied, matter-of-factly, smoothing his hand down your back one last time before peeling himself off you to get some tissue. His heart tore a little at the weak whine you let out in response to his absence.

“Don’t worry, I’m just trying to take care of you.”

You only whined more when he wiped the rest of your combined release from between your legs before also cleaning the floor. He caught your eyes from over your shoulder, smiling softly, and leaving another kiss on your back. After getting rid of the tissue, he pulled you off the counter, wrapping you up in his arms.

“You were amazing. I love you.”

He could hear the smile in your voice when you replied, “So were you, bǎobèi.”

“I can’t believe you’re really here…”

“I missed you something fierce,” you said by way of explanation.

“Me too. I miss you every day. Every hour.”

To his confusion, you smiled warmly at his pout, one hand caressing along the side of his face until it came to rest on his collarbone. You leaned in, lips ghosting against his in a silent promise, “Then let’s make the most of right now.”

Jun grinned, bending down to pick you up, laughing at the surprised yelp you let out.

“What on earth are you doing, Wen Junhui!”

“I think it’s time for a bath.”

“That is not what I was trying to insinuate!”

He wiggled his eyebrows, feeling his heart sore at your scandalised expression. Resting his forehead against yours, his eyes searched for yours, holding their stare for a few moments. With a smile on his lips and in his voice he murmured, “I don’t care what exactly we do in the bath, as long as we do it together.”

[dawn-in-neocity]

best friend (™️) wayv !

that’s just your bf, i’m sorry

kun

husband material wow. is so so sweet and gentle with you i’m jealous. casually does shit straight out of movies. like what do you mean he booked and planned the wholeee day for your birthday. absolutely melts when you show him the same affection. turns tomato red and can’t stop smiling. prefers calling over texting because he “just wants to hear your voice.” gives the warmest hugs.

ten

you’re each other’s person, simply put. your nr 1 hypeman. encourages you to do fun adventurous things when you doubt yourself. y’all are basically the human embodiment of my aesthetic pinterest boards. goes out of his way to impress you because he just thinks you’re the most interesting person in the world. half of your feed consists of pictures taken by him. keeps joking about getting a tattoo related to you.

winwin

the only man ever. subtly shows his love. like fixing your necklace if the clasp is in the front. or holding your hands in his when it’s cold. “i brought you this cupcake, it’s really good.” pays attention to small things. like when you were stressed about how messy your bathroom was so he just casually got you an organizer. gets flustered when you hug him or kiss his cheek. (he loves it though).

xiaojun

you guys are so sweet omg. has a special nickname for you. loves pinching your chin or stroking your cheek :(. has this dopey, dreamy smile on his face whenever he’s watching you be cute. which is always, you’re always cute to him. the first person to notice if you’re upset and will do anything and everything to help. dramatically serenades you with a spoon while you’re cooking together.

hendery

always has an arm slung over your shoulders. loves telling you stupid jokes in your ear when you’re meant to be serious. biter. just gets this impulse to stick his chompers in your shoulder. gets nervous and blanks sometimes bc of how attracted he is to you. sends you shirtless snaps with his cats™️. gets all happy and teases you when your friends refer to him as your boyfriend.

yangyang

you have sooo much fun together omd. no wonder you’re together 24/7. always keeps your go to snacks STOCKED in his place. never lets you pay for anything. thinks you're the funniest person on earth. like he swears spending time with you is an ab workout. he is down horrendous for you and is past the point of caring to hide it. keeps forgetting it's mutual tho so he nearly has a heart attack whenever you compliment him or kiss his cheek.

[hencheri]

hi there i hope you’re having. a lovely day/night!! thinking about perverted stepbro yangyang that has a disgusting obsession w your tits.. always making comments on them and staring at them, pulling you a bit too close when he hugs you just to feel them against his chest… maybe he just snaps and one night (after you wear a revealing lacy tanktop to bed) you wake up to him cumming all over your tits 😵‍💫😵‍💫

18+ mdni.

warning: stepcest

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oh... and you would love all of his comments! but you would never admit it, acting like the sister annoyed by her lil brother, when, in fact, the attention really pleases you a lot.

when you walk in the kitchen in the morning as your mom is cooking her breakfast and yangyang eating his own, his eyes are staring at your breasts, your hard nipples poking through your tank top. he always sports a grin then, taking all of his time to admire you while your mom has her back turned.

he would say something stupid like, "are you cold?" or "happy to see me?", questions that obliviously hide a dirty meaning that only you can catch on. you often ignore him or tell him to fuck off, something not unusual between you two but that has turned into a risky flirt. clearly one of yangyang's favourite game with you, but yangyang being yangyang, he plays dangerously.

sometimes you'd watch movies together in the basement and he'd ask you to sit close, pretending to want to share the blanket when all he wants is to feel your tits against him, especially your nipples brushing over his hand. he's not subtle, quite the opposite, but you say nothing, letting it happen and secretly enjoying it. he even asks to cuddle, laying his head on your chest.

you think this would never go too far, seeing it as just the both of you playing around, but you're not so surprised when you wake up with your top pulled down and yangyang's mouth wrapped around one of your nipples.

you'd gasp at first, gently pushing him away from your chest, but he wouldn't listen of course.

"wanted to do this for so long," he'd tell you, something you knew already.

... and let's not lie that it wouldn't stop there. you let him fuck your tits, yangyang frantically humping your chest as you squeeze your breasts around his cock. he'd come back into your room more often, inventing a lie, but eventually straight up slipping into your bed without a word, working his way between your legs immediately.

[theyluvangel]

Biggest Subs in the Groups I Stan - enha, skz, SVT, bts, shinEE, nct, atz, txt, p1h

This is literally which member(s) of these groups I think would be the most submissive in bed!

warnings: probably grammatical and spelling errors, femdom themes, female reader

MDNI

Enhypen:

Sunoo:

biggest pillow prince there is

he just wants you to take over and do with him as you please

he's sensitive so you have to be gentle with him :(

loves praise

loves taking anything up his ass - that being your strap, fingers, a vibrator, or anything else you can think of

Jungwon:

some people disagree, but have y'all seen this man???

he wants you to take complete control over him - tell him what to do and he'll do it

he can be really bratty, but he's usually your good boy

likes some light pet play, nothing too extreme

please finger this man, he adores how close he feels to you when you finger his ass

if he's had a particularly rough day, or if he's just in the mood, he'll let you rough him up a bit - hit him, degrade him, ect.

Stray Kids:

Han:

he's a mommy's boy

lets you do anything you want to him

super loud, he has no shame

loves a bit of pain

horny all the damn time, its up to you to figure out how you want to deal with that

definitely has a bratty side, but he tries can be good

so cuddly

Felix:

the sunshine twins - two big bottoms

he's just so soft and fluffy if you know what I mean

he cry's usually from pleasure all the time, when he gets so overwhelmed he can't not cry

not at all afraid to try new things

slap him around a bit, jerk him off in public, sometimes he just wants to feel like a toy to you

but also please be nice to him, sometimes he also just needs to have some nice lazy cuddle sex

Seventeen:

Mingyu:

"wdym this over 6 foot tall extremely buff man is a big sub?" well let me tell you

he is there to do whatever makes you happy, and he can't do that if you're not telling him what to do

sososo whiny

loves being overstimulated

again i'll bring up the clip of woozi saying Mingyu likes to be degraded and embarrassed by his members

Tie.Him.Up

loves when you degrade him, but also gets so cute and shy when you praise him

loves seeing the marks you leave on him

I'm not going to specifically write out the rest but I think Dino, Seokmin, Seungkwan, Jun, and Hoshi are all switches that would love to be submissive under you

BTS:

Jimin:

jimin gives of switch with a sub-lean vibes

he's a mommy's boy as well

can be really bratty but he can also be really good

loves restraints, impact play, really anything that will leave a mark

loves trying new things

he's just a really kinky guy

also super loud

could suck a titty all day

ShinEE:

Taemin:

anyone who has heard his music knows how submissive he is

he has a lovely song called "Criminal", where one of the lyrics is "destroy me more"

this man is a performer, the energy he presents on stage he'll present to you in the bedroom

loves pain play - hit him, scratch him, bite him, literally beat him and he will thank you for it afterwards

loves when you're able to bring him to tears

big masochist, exhabitionist, and voyuer

NCT:

theres several bottoms in this group so the formatting is gonna be a bit different

NCT 127:

Taeyong - mommy's boy

Haechan - brat

Jungwoo - tries to be good

NCT Dream:

Renjun - pillow prince

Jaemin - golden retriever

WayV:

Ten - brat + hella kinky

winwin - good boy, so soft for you

Xiaojun, Hendery, and Yangyang are all switches in my mind

Ateez:

Wooyoung:

holy shit, this man is the brattiest being to ever walk the planet

he loves riling you up so you'll be rough with him

at this point he's just about admitted to having a degrading kink

he's literally such a bratty whore

he NEEDS you to punish him

sometimes he can be good and he'll want you to be gentle with him, but that's rare

literally imagine bending him over your knee and spanking him for being a brat all day (I'm feral for this man)

+ I think both San and Mingi are switches that can be super submissive

TXT:

Soobin:

i think he's naturally a shy+nerdy guy, so he's attracted to people that can take control over him

a bit more of a switch lean

i think he'd really be into having you humiliate him, but he also loves praise

I think he's a bit of a perv, he'd steal your underwear and jerk off into your panties

Beomgyu:

he might be just as bratty as Wooyoung

is always a brat, its hard to get a moment of peace

super kinky and always in to trying new things

He likes to feel so weak underneath you, if you can make him cry and get his legs shaking - you've officially made him want to marry you

he knows he's a brat, so he needs someone to tame him

he'll take anything you give him, even if that means not letting him cum for a week

omg he'd look so pretty with tears running down his face, hair stuck to his forehead, all whilst you edge him until he loses touch with reality

Kai:

he's such a good boy

i feel like he's kinda inexperienced so he'd naturally fall into a more submissive position

he's really vanilla, all he wants is to cum and be praised

if you're mean to him in the slightest he might cry

he doesn't mind edging and overstimulation, but its a rarer for those to occur

+ I think Yeonjun and Taehyun are both switches, but they aren't the most submissive in the group

P1harmony:

(honestly everyone in p1h gives off some sort of subby vibes)

Intak:

he's so puppy coded

he's there to serve and please you

he loves when you praise him and call him your "good puppy"

he will act out occasionally, but he feels bad afterwards and always accepts his punishment

he'll absolutely do anything you want him to

Theo:

he seems to me like a bratty pillow prince

he will talk back

enjoys a healthy amount of both praise and degradation

he kinda acts like a princess in the sense that if he gets too dirty or sweaty, he'll complain until you clean him up

lets out the most beautiful moans

bondage is a must for him

writing this took me a lil bit but I hope you all enjoy! if you couldn't tell I prefer to write from a dom!reader perspective, but I'll write both dom and sub reader. please send me requests because the writers block is crazy rn!