#sicheng boyfriend

[kpop-bbg]

[ten-ge]

WINWIN 🫧

[mimi123meg]

Am I gonna start a new wip? Maybe

[sherwees]

cw : obsession, manipulation, implications of domestic abuse and why does yangyang have a helicopter in his backyard?

side note : @ne0pearl and @teasteeper wanted me to drop this so here it is!!

side side note : yangyang beret?!

best friend yangyang that'll try to prove that he's better than your boyfriend by buying you all types of luxuries ranging from dolce&gabbana, louis vuitton and rolex. Something else that adorned your neck besides the 1200 dollar necklaces was the hickies that he would leave just so he could hear you struggle trying to explain that they were just bruises; your best lie was saying that it was an allergic reaction.

he'll spend hours on his free days, just scrolling through clothing catalogs (sometimes with his sidekick, hendery) just to pick out his gifts for you. hendery always found something that was perfect and he was a little too exact about your interests but it wasn't that much of a big deal.

when he would looked up at you with his arms around your waist, doe eyes and all in your new outfit in the dressing room. you giggle then grab at the price tag and let out an honestly dramatic gasp with your hand covering your mouth and all. “oh my gosh! 5,000 for a coat?!” you squealed but he immediately shushed you as he stood up with a smug look, eyebrow raised. “don't worry about it.. let your best friend treat you well~” his voice low, smooth like his hands lowering to your ass, giving it a light squeeze before twirling you around.

your boyfriend, winwin which happens to be one of his closest friends always questions him about his gifts makes the happiness crawl up his neck in tingles. his scrunched eyebrows, the hurt in his voice and the looks he gives him just riles him on. deeper into you, deeper into his craze.

yangyang that loves scaring the truth out of you. he loves being all dry in your texts after you maybe say the wrong thing or he catches you hanging out with your boyfriend. sometimes, he would corner you and bombard you with questions that barely have an answer, just like the first day you both started dating.

“do you really love me?” he randomly blurted one morning, you turn on your heel with a confused look at his more angered look. he only walked closer and your ass uncomfortably pressed against the counter but he didn't stop until he stood only a few inches away from you but repeated the question slower as if you didn't already get it. “yeah, as a friend..” you shrugged nonchalantly before attempt to turn back to your cereal but there was suddenly a resounding bang from the cabinet by your ear and you shrieked. “what the fuck!” you whined, covering your ear with hopes to lull the ringing. yangyang muttered, “naïve little whore” before turning you around with a swift tug at your shoulder,

“so all those times together meant nothing to you”

“but I have a boyfri–”

“if you truly loved sicheng, you would've took a sign and left the dressing room that day.” His words spewed like a firework explosion. You cupped your palm around his mouth with a gasp, shaking your head slowly with a quick “Nuh uh!”, you could tell that he was smiling behind your palm. He then licked it with a chuckle, your hand slamming against the counter in the process which elicited a hard grunt from you.

“You're so pretty when you're mad~” he said whilst circling his hand around your neck to grasp and squeeze your nape before heading in for a kiss.

he scared you though. sometimes, he would shove himself in the crane of your neck to whisper belitting words and lies about your relationship; that'll only make you overthink. his persuasion was so good to the point where he convinced you to make him your ‘first time’ because winwin was inexperienced and “wouldn't understand you like he did.”

sometimes, he would even refuse to apologize or convince you that a situation never happened. that day he snuck into your room in the middle of the night. never happened. when he grasped your neck and nearly suffocated you unconscious. was the past and he “changed”. he wanted your relationship to be perfect.

everytime you and winwin had a simple misunderstanding, he would be the first to run to you about what winwin said supposedly:

“He was like, ‘she's too whiny about everything and I just don't fucking understand her! I just wished she understood me more!’” He mocked winwin's emotional state then bellowed a laugh before continuing to blow on his noir nails. A slick, sick grin raised at the corners of his lips once he noticed that your lips was distorted in held back laughter, his dried hand grabbed your cheek caressing it with his tongue peaked from his plump lips.

“But you know I love you more right?”

but when it came up to you both having a misunderstanding, it was different. when he could roughly cradle your balled up figure on the couch, he attempted to coo at you but his tone was urgent,scratchy and whiny as his hands sporadically quaked, patting to find his phone throughout the many pockets of his baggy pants. the only thing that could make you stay at least what he thought would make you stay was buying you things; his bank account locked one day when he was in a raging fit and nearly spent 3 bands just for you to forgive him.

“Look!” he attempted to shove his phone in your face, the high brightness of his phone making your sensitive orbs strain more caused you to wince and shield your face. He mumbled a fast apology, turning down the brightness and scrolled through the pandora website with unsteady fingers.. “I'll buy you something– please forgive me? I didn't mean to hit you.. I'll never put my hands on you ever again..” he lied vowed with you, his voice shook as the tears caked at his waterline nearly overflowing.

“yangyang, just leave me–” you looked over to him with slight surprise when you saw his expression, he seemed unfamiliar because he was actually crying?

“NO!” he yelled, his voice rasp. His black nails digging into your back and left knee, his cries only become louder; you could tell his esophagus was giving out because he started to hiccup.

yangyang was like a child, a snotty three year old. if you didn't give him what he wanted, he would make a tantrum. when he would try to make it up to you, he would finally give you what you wanted. you stared up at the ceiling and to yangyang's bloodshot red eyes, his lips agape; sore and chapped as he grunted and moaned. his hand pressed against your shoulder, his free hand travels to your wrist and his breath was hot&gruff against the top of your limp hand until he laid a chaste kiss on it. “I'll always make it up to you, alright?” he opens your fingers with his thumb before rubbing your palm against his cheek, the warmth of him causing you to slightly smile. “there's my girl..” His toothy smile made it's appearance finally, his thrusts only quickened through your slick channel.

he threw his head back, his hands finding leverage from the bottom of his your shirt as the tandems of pleasure coursed through his veins rapidly. Your high was approaching, quick and heavy but to your luck, yangyang stilled inside of you already. His uncomfortably warm seed pumped into your hole at a steady rate, he manages to lower himself down to mark your jaw and any open area of tan skin he saw. I mean.. at least he was happy, right?

it's been a month since you and winwin uttered a word to each other. His contact was simply back to “Sicheng 🙂”, nothing further. yangyang insisted on removing the emoji or just blocking him, yangyang was like your parent now. he monitored your phone, always looking over your shoulder and got snappy when he was suspicious on your relationships with people.

through your moments of uncertainty, his friend sidekick hendery was always there for you. yangyang would always glare at your closeness or whenever you two thought you were alone. shame started to lay in yangyang's soul heavily, his mind was clouded with regret.

his members were practically scared of him now, xiaojun accidentally slipped that ten was talking to someone and xiaojun only huffed through his nose as ten walked off with his head low, when kun snapped at yangyang about how winwin started to stress himself out from the several opportunities he had in china; even some he volunteered for just so he could stay away from them.

I guess so.

his thumb mindlessly exited all the shopping websites that he had opened, he looked over to you and hendery in the kitchen; you laughing as he swiped off the whipped cream from your nose. is this how winwin felt? worthless, just sitting there as you just slipped through his fingers like jello until you melted into pieces.

[yang4ever]

do u believe in luv and basketball? ⋆🏀₊˚⊹ ♡ 🎧

liu yangyang of wayv (eek yay) x fem!reader

💌 part of the soft !hobbies with wayv! series im currently writing.. just mini stories abt wayv and their favorite things + their fav girl (you, duh). more soon~!

w.c. 882! so.. about 5-7 minutes of ur time hehe

content - fluff + hurt-comfort, long-distance bf!yangyang, reader is referred to as "girlfriend" "pretty girl" & "princess", mild cursing, winwin = sicheng, yangyang lives in germany for this one lol, (for like one sec) BASKETBALL BF YANGYANG:3

get a girlfriend, they said. it'll be fun, they said.

and it is... most of the time.

but right now, yangyang thinks it's the least fun it has ever been… owing to your current study abroad.

you didn’t want to take it, not really– what would happen to you and him? but he insisted because god, if it wasn’t a good ass opportunity for you and your dream job.

so, you sniffled your way through the security line at the airport, and yangyang always wakes up wishing it was already the next day, just so he’d be one day closer to your homecoming.

and at this very moment?

he’s here on the phone with you, recalling his afternoon spent with sicheng. hoping that maybe this time you wouldn’t fall asleep because of the time difference.

“hm. he sounds really bad, babe.” you say sleepily into the phone and yangyang feels that familiar ache in his chest he’s learned comes with missing you.

“he was! he really was!” the male responds, letting out a soft sigh.

he shifts around his bed, finding comfort as he settles into the space where you would usually be. the darkness of his bedroom feels like it's enveloping him in more ways than one tonight. “i was actually cooking him...”

yangyang pauses when he hears you yawn on the other line and then the rustling of what must be you snuggling more deeply into your blanket.

it’s barely 7pm in germany but it’s already a little past midnight at your over 5,000 mile away dorm. he knows you must be struggling to stay awake and in his most logical mind, he should be letting his pretty girl go to sleep. 

but when you mumble, “why’d you stop, baby? keep going..” he can’t help but give into his want to keep talking to you.

“i took this kind of long shot, y/n... it’s called a 2-pointer.. i swear, if you had seen it, you would’ve been like, ‘what the hell?’ because it was really that cool…”

“i wish i could’ve seen it too, yangie.” your voice carries a hint of wistfulness even through the phone and yangyang’s stomach twists at the thought of you missing him too.

“me too... it’s a lot more fun for me when you’re watching me play. you know that, right, princess?”

“really?” you sound so sweetly hopeful and yangyang’s smile is almost audible as he replies, his tone warm and affectionate. “yeah, dummy. you make everything more fun.”

“and?” you say suspiciously and he laughs a little. “i mean… i get my own personal cheerleader…”

you groan despite your boyfriend now laughing for real at his own lame joke. he's cute and it makes it hard for you to keep a straight face, but alas, you persist.

“you have such an ego on you, liu yangyang,” you roll your eyes, forgetting he can’t see you do it. “and you're corny too. it is so over for you when sicheng gets good at basketball… or gets a girlfriend…”

“oh shit!” yangyang’s laughter fades into a sudden excitement that rings out over your speakerphone. “i forgot to tell you… unless… you’re already halfway asleep..?” his voice takes on a slightly mischievous tone, tugging you out of your drowsy haze.

“ugh, you’re dumbbbbb,” you whine, playfully dragging out the syllable in feigned annoyance.

but safe to say, your curiosity is piqued despite the heaviness of your eyelids. 

“what is it?" you ask.

"wait. tell me you love me first," yangyang demands earnestly and you gawk at the unexpected request through the line.

"oh, you're crazy."

"what? i can't ask my girlfriend to tell me that she loves me?" your boyfriend teases, and for once, you're glad for the distance between you two, knowing he would've been all over the blush quickly creeping up your neck and cheeks.

"i just don't wanna blow up your already huge ego," you defend and he snickers.

"how about you tell me first," you hum quietly, fiddling with the edge of your blanket.

you wonder if he can detect the hopefulness in your voice-- you'd never admit it but you actually really do want to hear those words from him right now, the thought making you feel all glowy inside and suddenly shy at the prospect of turning his request back on him.

"yeah, okay." yangyang agrees easily. "i love you."

at those three words, you can't help the smile that blooms across your features or the way your tummy starts swarming with butterflies. is it a confession you've heard many times over? yes. does the amount of times you hear it do anything to calm the way your heart beats quaint with longing? no, never.

"make sure you're not meeting any hot singles who can cook, ok? i want you to come home to me," yangyang continues his sentiments to you. he keeps his tone light but you think the subtle crack at the end of his sentence gives him away. "i miss you a lot."

"i won't! i love you, too. so much." you admit in a rush, hoping your boyfriend can't sense the dull ache tinged in your words.

for a moment, you almost say that without him, you wouldn't really have a home to return to.

a.n. - wow first tumblr post!!! i've been on the platform, reading fanfiction since january of 23'. i wrote this work in one sitting last month and ive been re-editing it slowly ever since then. it's not my favorite thing in the world if im being honest but i just want to put myself out here lol. i love thinking up random stories in my head.. and now my stories are urs too!! send me stuff if u wanttt i stan a lot of groups i think

(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ THANK YOU for reading my words hahahahaha also bruh basketball is barely mentioned in here wtf .

+ the lowercase used throughout the story is a stylistic choice because i find it pretty. the highlighted sentences too:)!

[starlightkun]

❧ word count: 3.4k ❧ warnings: cursing, drinking (reader gets a bit tips), vomiting ❧ genre: fluff, angst?, friends to lovers, fake dating at the office holiday party trope, reader is stupid (beloved) ❧ extra info: title taken from merry-go-round (christmas edition) by astro my loves ❧ author’s note: idk what it is about kun and christmas and cheesy hallmark movie premises that gets me going but i hope yall r liking all these lmao

“I’ll do it.” Kun immediately offered.

“Huh?”

“I’ll be your fake boyfriend for the night.”

“I lead a cursed existence,” you declared as soon as Kun picked up, slamming your front door closed behind you.

“Uh, why? What happened now?” Your friend’s voice was concerned.

“Jangwook wants to meet my boyfriend at the office Holiday Party this Friday.” You threw your house keys onto your kitchen table and stalked into your bedroom.

Kun knew exactly who you were talking about, your coworker who had been not-so-subtle in his advances towards you, crossing the line on more than one occasion. “I thought you reported him to HR.”

“Yeah, I did.” You kicked your shoes off and into your closet.

“And he still works there?!”

“Uh-huh,” you scoffed, putting him on speakerphone to start getting changed out of your work clothes. “That’s unfortunately usually how that goes.”

“God, Y/N, I’m sorry.” Kun’s voice was sincere. “You’re looking for another job, right?”

“I just started, do you know how bad it looks on a résumé to only work somewhere for less than six months?”

“I think quitting is pretty justified in these circumstances.”

“Well, I’m not. So now I have to find a fake boyfriend in the next two days or it’s going to get worse.”

“I’ll do it.” He immediately offered.

You stopped in your tracks as you were grabbing your pajamas from your dresser. “Huh?”

“I’ll be your fake boyfriend for the night,” Kun reiterated. “Come on, who else would you have asked? Yangyang?”

“Sicheng, maybe, if he wasn’t too busy.” You referenced another mutual friend of yours.

“He’s working.”

“Oh.”

“Come on, I’ll do it.”

“Alright, thanks, Kun,” you agreed. “I’ll owe you one.”

Two days later, you stopped Kun outside the event venue where the Holiday Party was supposed to be happening. Everything had to be perfect tonight, you two had to be convincing. In order to distract yourself from that idea, you readjusted the neckline of Kun’s turtleneck for a moment and smoothed over the lapels of his suit jacket.

“Okay, there you go,” you smiled at him nervously, then fidgeted with the hem of your outfit. “Do I look okay?”

“You look beautiful,” he assured you, offering his hand out to you. “Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” you sighed, lacing your fingers with his, ignoring the sparking along your skin where it touched his.

Walking into the party, you immediately wanted to leave. The venue was abuzz with chatter from all your coworkers, and Christmas music blasted from speakers somewhere. You spotted the bar in the far corner, and pulled Kun over there.

“No fucking way am I doing this sober,” you muttered to him, earning a laugh.

“Go for it,” he rubbed your back as the two of you sidled up to the bar. “I’m driving.”

After ordering your drink and Kun’s soda, you turned around to the rest of the party, eyes searching for somebody pleasant you could talk to. You finally spotted one of your work friends and led Kun over to her table.

“Hey, Sookyung,” you greeted her brightly.

“Y/N!” She threw her arms around your neck. Already tipsy. “There you are!”

“Here I am!” You chuckled, hugging her back. “How are you?”

“Great! Great!” She beamed at you as you pulled away, inquisitive eyes finding Kun next to you. “And who’s this?”

“Sookyung, this is my boyfriend, Kun.” You hoped your voice didn’t squeak too much over the word boyfriend. “Kun, this is Sookyung, we work on the same floor.”

“Nice to meet you.” He went to offer his hand for a handshake, but she just squealed and hugged him anyway as well.

He looked over at you in confusion, and you mouthed ‘drunk hugger’ to him. He made an ‘ahh’ sound, gingerly patting her back before she let go of him.

“So I get to finally meet you!” She was beaming at him. “When Y/N would talk about you and talk about her boyfriend, I always thought you were two separate people! And I felt bad for her boyfriend because I sort of thought she had a crush on this Kun guy. But you’re the same person! That makes so much more sense.”

“You’re not driving home, right?” You asked her pointedly, feeling your skin grow hot with embarrassment and needing to divert from that information as soon as possible.

“Nope!” She giggled. “My girlfriend’s here somewhere. She doesn’t drink.”

“Good, good.”

“Speaking of, there she is!” Sookyung took off into the crowd.

“And there she goes,” you shook your head, watching her disappear between other bodies.

You fortunately didn’t have very long alone with Kun to address what she had just said, as another coworker appeared at your table. Unfortunately, it was the exact person you’d hoped to avoid for as long as possible.

“Y/N,” Jangwook set his drink down, already far too close for comfort.

You instinctually backed away from him, right into Kun. Before you could apologize, though, Kun wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you even closer, letting his hand settle on your hip.

He offered his other hand out to your coworker. “Qian Kun, I don’t think we’ve met.”

Jangwook shook his hand, and you could see his face contort with pain for a brief flash before he took his hand back. “Lee Jangwook.”

“Jangwook, this is my boyfriend, Kun,” you made introductions awkwardly. “Kun, Jangwook and I are on the same team at work.”

Your coworker seemed to be sizing Kun up for a moment, appraising him and the hand he still had on you, and Kun met his gaze, unwavering. Before you could attempt to continue the tense small talk, a hand grabbed your elbow, and Sookyung was suddenly at your side again.

“Y/N! The girls are doing shots, come on!”

“Sook, I don’t want to—” You were cut off by her insistently tugging you out of Kun’s grasp.

“I’ll be fine here,” Kun reassured you with a dazzling smile, pulling you closer to kiss your forehead before fully letting you go. “Go have fun.”

“O-Okay,” you replied, your voice higher as you were a bit stunned.

Needing no further prompting, Sookyung yanked you off towards the bar. You let her talk you into doing one shot with her and some other female coworkers of yours. It was your usual after-work drinks crew minus a couple men.

You set the shot glass back down with a heavy thunk on the bartop. “Alright, that’s it for me.”

A chorus of disappointed groans came at that, but you stayed firm on your decision as they all got another round, and you watched them, sipping on your cocktail you’d gotten earlier.

“You and your boyfriend are so cute, Y/N,” another one of your coworkers gushed, squeezing your forearm. “I saw you two walk in and I was just like ‘ugh, I need to find somebody who looks at me like that!’ Where did you get him?”

“Oh, we met in college,” you explained vaguely. “Friend of a friend.”

“Then why have you never brought him before?”

She was talking about the other monthly events that your workplace puts on for the employees and their significant others to socialize. You’d gone stag to the other five.

“He’s busy. He travels for work.”

“What does he do?”

“Structural engineer. So he has to be on-site for a lot of builds and stuff. He just got a promotion last month, though, so he doesn’t have to travel as much anymore.”

“Oh, that’s nice.”

“So when—” Sookyung was cut off by a hiccup. “When is he going to, you know? Pop the question? If you’ve been together since college?”

You felt your skin get hot again, and looked around the room as you tried to come up with an answer. “We haven’t really talked about that. We’re fine where we are, you know?”

“Of course, of course.”

After a little while longer, you excused yourself from the women to find Kun again. He had disappeared from the table you’d been at before, and you peered around the room curiously.

“Looking for someone?” A familiar voice came from beside your ear as an arm wrapped around your shoulders.

“Oh, Kun,” you breathed a sigh of relief, turning around to see his familiar smile. “There you are.”

He rubbed a hand up and down your exposed arm. “You’ve got goosebumps. Are you cold?”

“It’s a bit chilly in here,” you agreed casually, not even noticing due to the alcohol buzzing through your veins and warming you from the inside.

He slipped his suit jacket off, draping it over your shoulders before pulling you close to him again. “Better?”

“Much, thank you.” You pulled it tighter around you. “Are you having a good time?”

“I am now that I’m with you again,” he leaned in to whisper. “That guy was a real asshole.”

“Wow, shocker.” You rolled your eyes.

Kun snickered. “Are you having a good time?”

“Yeah, it’s alright.”

“Just alright?”

You shrugged, leaning back against him. “Guess it’s better now that I’m with you.”

“That’s what I like to hear. Now let’s get you some food.”

Sat down at a table with Kun and a big plate of food, you happily munched away as he kept a casual hand on your thigh, and you tried not to think about his casual hand on your thigh. You were on your second drink already, taking a big gulp every time your eyes happened to stray to Kun’s hand so very casually just on your goddamn thigh.

“So what did you guys talk about?” You finally asked him. “You and the asshole?”

“Oh, you know, what I do for work, education, where we met, how long we’ve been together, that kind of stuff,” Kun shrugged.

You felt your eyes widen immediately. “Do you think he knows?”

“No, baby,” he chuckled, wiping your mouth with a napkin. “He doesn’t know shit.”

“How can you be sure?”

“He felt the need to warn me about the late nights you two do at he office sometimes. He was testing me, like he was going to pull a gotcha on me.”

“We only have to stay that late because he sucks at his job, and as the new person, I’m first on the chopping block for staying late!” You ranted. “And I swear, he does it on purpose just to try to get me alone!”

“Yeah, he tried to make it sound very… scandalous,” Kun shook his head, lip curling with disgust. “I was just really casual and said you make sure to tell me when you stay late so I don’t get worried about you coming home safe. Oh yeah, we live together and we’ve been together since college. That work?”

“Y-Yeah, that’s fine.”

“And I made him promise not to tell you, but—” He had a mischievous grin on his face as he added lowly, “I’m thinking about proposing.”

You almost spit out the bite of food in your mouth as both you and Kun burst into laughter, you slapping his arm with your breathless laughs. He squeezed your leg and rubbed your knee as he half-heartedly tried to shush you.

“Please tell me he looked fucking pissed,” you begged, grabbing his arm.

“He did,” Kun confirmed with a nod.

“Best Christmas present ever, Kun. Thank you.” You wiped at a tear in the corner of your eye, grabbing your drink and finishing it off in one go. “Ahh, I think I want another one, actually.”

“How are you so good at this?” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest.

Kun had loaded a rather tipsy-you back into his car later in the night, and was now taking you back to your apartment.

“What? Driving?” He chuckled. “Been doing it a few years. They gave me a license and everything.”

“No, being my fake boyfriend.” You asked the one thing that had been nagging at the back of your mind the whole time. “You don’t feel weird or anything? Because we’re friends?”

He side-eyed you. “You’re too drunk for this conversation.”

“I’m not drunk!”

“You’re not sober enough for this conversation,” he corrected himself.

“Is it because you like me?”

“Y/N, let’s just focus on getting you home, okay?”

“Because Minji said you looked at me like… you know…”

“And Sookyung said she thought you had a crush on ‘that Kun guy,’” he retorted. “Like I said, let’s save this conversation for when you’re stone cold sober, Y/N.”

“So you don’t like me…” You mumbled dejectedly.

“That’s not what I said.”

You looked out the window, feeling the heavy pout on your face. “But you want me to be sober when you let me down easy so I don’t cry or something.”

“Y/N...” He sighed, looking over at you as he pulled to a stop in front of your apartment. “Oh, jeez, are you crying right now?”

“No…” You sniffed, wiping at a tear.

“Yes, you are, you liar,” Kun said gently.

“Okay, maybe I am.”

“Y/N, I’m not going to let you down easy.”

“You’re going to be mean when you reject me?!” You looked over at him with wide, horrified eyes.

“No, no, what? I’m not going to reject you,” he promised, offering his hand out to you. You cautiously put yours atop it, and he gently squeezed your hand between both of his. “Jeez, Y/N, I’m in love with you. And I wanted you to be sober and not crying when I told you that, but there goes that plan.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I’ll even let you in on a secret.” He shifted forward conspiratorially. “Sicheng didn’t have to work tonight, I just couldn’t stand the thought of anybody else being your fake boyfriend.”

You sloppily wiped at your wet cheeks with your free hand, whispering back, “Here’s my secret: I was only going to ask him because I knew you would’ve said yes and I thought you didn’t like me like that, and it would’ve sucked to be your fake girlfriend for one night when I wanted you to be my real boyfriend forever.”

“Forever?” He repeated with a giddy grin on his lips.

“Or something, I don’t know, I’m drunk, Kun, remember?” You pointed to yourself zealously.

“I thought you weren’t drunk? You were very insistent—”

“No, I’m sooo drunk, actually. And sleepy! You should cuddle me to sleep.”

“I’ll sit with you until you fall asleep,” he promised.

“But aren’t we for real dating now?” You tilted your head, pouting again.

“We’re going to have this conversation again when you’re sober, okay? Then we can decide if we’re for real anything.”

“You are mean.”

“The meanest, for sure,” he agreed placidly, giving your hand a final pat before reaching over to turn the car off.

Kun helped you up to your apartment, get everything ready for bed, and stepped out of the bedroom while you changed into your pajamas—you had just enough body coordination left to do that on your own. He made you drink some water and take a few pills before finally letting you crawl into bed. As promised, he sat up at the head of your bed next to you as you curled up under the covers.

“Kun?” You sniffled, looking up at him as he rested a gentle hand on your hair.

“Yes?” He looked down at you tenderly.

“Do you really like me?”

“More than.” He patted your head.

“For how long?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Months, years, who’s to say?”

“Oh. I’m sorry...”

“Why?”

“That I didn’t—” you let out a loud yawn, struggling to keep your eyes open. “That I didn’t see it sooner. I just thought you were a really nice guy.”

“I am. I’m a really nice guy who’s in love with you.”

“I don’t know if really nice people go around saying they’re really nice all the time...”

“You don’t have to apologize for anything, Y/N. I didn’t tell you.”

“I know, but—”

“You should go to sleep, Y/N.”

“But where are you going to sleep?”

“The couch. I’m staying with you until you fall asleep, though. Remember?”

“Okay...” You yawned again. “If you... If you get cold out there, you can come in here, you know?”

“Right. I’ll keep that in mind,” he agreed, humor in his voice.

“Because it gets really cold in my apartment at night, you know? Sometimes… Sometimes I’d imagine you were with me on really cold nights, cuddling me to sleep.”

“Really?” He questioned, intrigued now.

“Or… other stuff…”

He burst into laughter, stroking your forehead. “You definitely should go to sleep, Y/N, before you say stuff that you’ll have to kill me for knowing.”

“Mmm, okay.” You rolled over, finally letting your eyes flutter shut. “Goodnight, Kun.”

You were asleep before you could even hear his response.

When you woke up for the first time, it was still dark out. Your head hurt, and you chugged the rest of the water on your nightstand before grabbing the cup and shuffling out to the kitchen to get more. As promised, Kun was asleep on your couch, features illuminated softly in the moonlight streaming through a gap in the curtains. You refilled your cup of water, chugged it again, refilled it again, and shuffled over to the living room.

Standing over Kun, you pushed on his shoulder gently. He stirred, opening one eye to look up at you in confusion.

“Y/N? Everything okay?” He murmured, his voice thick and foggy with sleep.

“I’m sober,” you deadpanned. “My bed’s cold.”

He blearily scooted over to make room on your tiny couch, pressing himself into the back cushions. You crammed yourself on mostly on top of him, burying your face in his neck as his arms encircled you. Neither of you said another word as you both drifted back off to sleep.

“You’re in love with me?!” You repeated for probably the fourth time that morning, as Kun held your hair back and you clung to the bowl of your toilet.

“I don’t know how else to phrase this to make you believe me,” Kun sighed as you leaned forward to retch again. “You didn’t hallucinate last night in a drunken stupor, I really do have feelings for you, you also said you have feelings for me, I put you to bed alone and went to sleep on the couch by myself, then in the middle of the night you said you were sober and cold and joined me on the couch.”

You wiped your mouth with a wad of toilet paper he handed you, more memories of last night coming back to you. “Did… Did I say anything else?”

“Like…?”

“About it being cold?” You winced.

“Yeah, you warned me that your apartment gets cold.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“And that sometimes when it gets cold you imagine me—”

“Ah! Stop it!” You shoved him away from you as he burst into maniacal laughter. “You’re the worst! You’re mean and I hate you!”

“But what if I told you that I also imagined holding you on cold nights sometimes?” He scooted back over next to you, draping an arm over your shoulders. His lips brushed over the shell of your ear as he added, “Or… other stuff?”

The bile that rose to your throat was completely coincidental, but certainly not a good look as you apparently hurled at the idea. Kun continued dutifully holding your hair and rubbing your back as you puked.

After flushing for the umpteenth time that morning, you turned back to him incredulously. “Seriously?”

“Is there something about me that gives off the vibe that I’d lie about this?” He rebuffed.

“Well, no—” You stopped to spit into the toilet. “But I feel like there’s plenty about me that would be conducive to that hypothesis.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Kun, we’re having this conversation while I puke my brains out, for one.”

“And what about me would make you think I’m that judgmental?” He snorted. “You do remember the night I successfully defended my thesis, right? Because I don’t.”

“You weren’t that bad.”

“And you weren’t that bad last night either,” Kun brushed a piece of hair from your face, his gaze tender as he looked at you. “Nor are you that bad now either. And even if you were— I’d still love you.”

You felt your eyes water, and not from the burning in your esophagus this time. “Okay…”

“Okay?” He confirmed.

“Okay,” you nodded, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Thank god, I feel like I just defended my thesis again,” he joked, kissing the top of your head.

“You’re so mean to me…” You whined, burying your face in his shirt. “I don’t know why I ever thought you were a nice guy.”

“I’m plenty nice,” he retorted. “You’re just too hungover to notice.”

“So are we like… for real dating now?” You mumbled.

“Yeah, probably.”

You let out a choked laugh at that. “Good to know.”

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[mimaniniyum]

Tasty (S) (A)

Cw:basketball player!winwin x bádminton player!reader,oral sex,slightly rough sex mainly soft,lots of I love u’s,Small argument,makeup sex,lovey-dovey shit,back scratching,kick back era sicheng 😵‍💫

Based off this from twt/X :link (NSFW)

A/N: yum yum (im abt to write an nct 127 angst fic after this)

WC: 800-ish

The start to your day was already shit but if badminton practice wasn’t worse you wouldn’t know what was your coach yelled at you for being a minute late and also missing multiple times as you got back home you dropped your practice bag and flopped down on the couch in your shared apartment with your boyfriend Sicheng, he currently wasn’t home since he had basketball practice until 7 so you texted him and dropped your phone down on the couch.As you now just lay there you being to tear up trying to cry but that was a futile attempt as you started to heave tears fall down your face but you quickly wiped your tears hearing the door unlock you see sicheng enter clearly distraught and angry as you bid your hellos to him he ignores you and walks off to the room slamming the door and locking it.You get up and walk to the room door to ask if hes okay as you do all you hear him say from the other side is a annoyed “go away” as you walk back to the living room you sit there sad knowing your one source of comfort is upset but you surpass this and grab the remote to turn on the tv you flip through numerous channels as sicheng exits the room with new clothes dawning a white T-shirt and basketball shorts he glances at you still pretty upset and looks back at the tv ypu turn to him and say hi again but he continues to ignore you and all you say is “Why are you ignoring me?” And that only seemed to make him more angry he looked to you absolutely livid only saying “Just shut the fuck up” as you paused you say “I just asked why you upset I wasn’t trying to make you mad” sounding sadder then ever “Well you did,great now im in an even worse mood” he says with such annoyance and distain in his voice you look away from him and down at the floor you feel yourself tear up again trying to hide your tears from him in hopes that he wont get more upset you curl up on the couch.you glance over at him again now he looks somewhat more calm but as if he feels bad for what he said to you.you wipe your tears but they still fall as you sniffle letting out a small sob,He looks at you turning his neck fast and he quickly cups you cheek in his hand looking at you sorrily “No baby im sorry I didn’t mean to get mad at you like that” no completely sobbing and covering your eyes in your palms wiping off your eyes you look back at him eyes slightly red as you shakily say “no its my fault I shouldn’t have pressed you like that” as he quiets you he softly smiles asking about why your sad and you explain everything to him he kisses your cheek and holds you telling you its okay and he ask if there is anything he can do to make up to you and you hesitantly say you want him as he quickly understands what you mean he lifts you up from the couch and carries you to the room he plops you on the bed and starts to kiss you asks if its okay.

to remove your skort and you nod as you remove your shirt leave you only in your underwear and bra as get up to remove those two articles of clothing he begins to remove his cloths as both of you are now naked he lifts up for legs and holds them back as he faces your cunt he licks your clit you whine in pleasure he continues to eat you out for a couple of minutes you start to moan in upmost pleasure you begin to spew out praise “Fuck chengie im gonna cum” as he lifts his face from your cunt you whine at the loss of stimulation sicheng get up from his position on the bed and drags to the end of the bed as he places your legs around his waist,you wrap your arms around his neck he lifts you up from the bed and inserts his cock into your cunt as he bounces you on his cock hard and fast until you tell him to slow down a little.

and he listens to you as he thrusts into you lovingly you began to scratch his back with your nails due to the pleasure it makes you feel warm inside as you start to random say “I love you” in between moans as he continued to thrust up into your for a few minutes all he could say was “I love you” “your made for me” “your the best thing that could happen to me” “ your my love” “I love you babe” as you moaned in pleasure

As his thrust became sloppy,he cums inside of you filling you up with his cum

As you thank him for pleasing you he replies with “Anything for you baby”

As both of you came at the same sichengs thrust became sloppy as he came to a stop. You both breathe heavily as you drop down to the bed with sichengs cock still inside of you he leaned down to kiss you again.

[ilwonuu]

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𓍯 ִֶָ pairing- nonidol!winwin x gn!reader, dom!reader x sub!winwin(????????), established relationship

𓍯 ִֶָ warnings- making out, dry humping, cumming & mentions cum, slight dirty talk, MDNI, lmk what else <3

𓍯 ִֶָ a/n- anon i loved writing this i hope ur okay with this<3 everyone 🙃lmk if i should write something more smutty or fluffy i love u all

winwin invited you over at the late hours of the night why you ask? for a sweet little dirty make out session. which you are having currently.

his lips feel so soft against yours. his chest bare because his shirt was quickly stripped away. your pants being forgotten as well as you grind down against your boyfriend.

the kisses were sloppy but needy. each one had you wanting more. him letting soft whimpers leave his mouth.

“you are so- pretty a-ah-“ he left more wanting kisses as he helped your hips move against him. your tongue slipping into his mouth.

your boyfriend tries to fight for dominance but loses that battle quickly. you lick into his mouth, moaning against his now swollen lips.

he gasps when he feels your lips against his neck. his whimpers and moans getting louder as he feels you start to grind down harder.

“you gonna come for me pretty boy?” you taunt him pulling him into a filthy kiss. he moans so loud at the nickname.

“i’m g-gonna cum if you call me that.” his eyes are no longer open as you rub against his chest. “oh? found a little name you like huh pretty boy.” you smirk as his hips slightly buck.

“s-shit.” is the last thing your boyfriend remembers before seeing stars.

[faes-land]

Day 4 - Winwin

Pairings: WinWin X Female Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1,276

Warnings: Unprotected sex, (Don’t do it kids!) Dom! WinWin, Sub! Reader, Nipple play, clit play, spanking, semi public sex, cream pie

Spicy

To say you were lucky would be an understatement. You were currently standing on the balcony of the beach house your boyfriend had rented in nothing but a silk robe in your favorite color. You felt his body behind yours and his arms were soon around your waist. He nuzzled his face in your neck and left little kisses, making you giggle at the feeling. “Sicheng,” you moaned out between his kisses. You reached behind you and tangled your fingers in his hair. “Already?” 

He chuckled against your skin, sending vibrations through your body. His hands were traveling your body, touching all of your sensitive spots. You moaned softly and Sicheng said, “You just look so good right now, I can’t keep my hands off you,” 

You turned to him, “Then don’t,” you said before leaning in to kiss his lips that were slightly swollen from being kissed repeatedly not even 20 minutes ago. He kissed you tenderly as his hands were inching up your body and on your covered breasts. He teased your nipples through your robe and your back arched. You moaned into your kiss when Sicheng pinched your nipple. The extra stimulation went straight to your core, and you felt yourself getting more aroused by the second. 

You moaned softly when one of his hands slid underneath your robe and slowly rubbed your clit. “Shit,” you cursed as the feeling of pleasure took over your body. Sicheng’s lips were back onto your neck, leaving little marks along your skin. You wanted to be mad about the hickeys but didn’t care enough. You arched your back and leaned into him, your butt pushing against his hardening cock. 

You heard him groan, so you began to wiggle your butt against him. “Baby,” he warned. 

“What?” You giggled, keeping up your movements. Sicheng stopped rubbing your clit so that he could remove his boxers and hike up your robe. You gasped when you felt him leave a slap on your newly exposed ass. “Sicheng!” 

He didn’t say anything, he just lined his cock up with your entrance, teasing you ever so slowly. The tip of his cock felt so delicious against your wet folds, so you moved your hips slightly as to help guide him inside. That was a bad idea. All that did was make Sicheng stop his movements and you earned another harsh slap. “Don’t do that again,” he warned. 

As much as you didn’t want to be a brat, you couldn’t help yourself. You turned your head, “Or what? You’ll spank me again?” You said before wriggling your hips against his cock again. 

“I warned you,” was all you heard before he spanked you two more times. You moaned when you felt the lingering sting. He smirked before he lined his cock up with you one more time. “Let’s try this again,” he mumbled. Another moan slipped from your lips when he teased your dripping slit with his tip. It took everything in you to hold still, but you just wanted him to fuck you so badly. You had no choice but to obey him. “Spread your legs a little more for me,” You happily complied and you felt his tip tease your inner walls.

Before you knew it, Sicheng had thrust inside you in one swift motion. You moaned loudly and held on the to balcony railing. You realized there was a chance that someone could possibly see or hear you two, but Sicheng said it was a private beach. Now you wondered if he chose this place just for this reason. The thought of being caught made this whole thing hotter for you. 

He moved slowly, and you wanted him to go faster. Your body was already hyper-sensitive from when you had him fucked on the bed just a few minutes ago, but you also wanted so much more. He was hitting you at a new angle now that he was behind you, reaching somewhere you weren’t used to. You and Sicheng didn’t usually have sex in this position, but you both were enjoying it. The combination of his cock deliciously teasing your walls and the view of the crashing waves was like a dream come true. 

“Fuck,” you moaned breathlessly as he began to move faster in you. You got what you wanted out of him without having to ask. You figured it was because he was also sensitive and wanted to come as quickly as possible. His hands were on your hips, holding you tighter as he slammed into you repeatedly. You could feel his nails digging into your skin, adding to your pleasure. You loved when he’d have a strong grip on you like this. 

His thrusts became faster and your grip on the railing became tighter. Your moans were loud, almost as loud as the waves you were facing. Sicheng moved one of his hands up to cup your breast in his hand, squeezing and teasing your nipple. The extra stimulation sent shivers through your sensitive body. 

You wanted to see his handsome face while he fucked you, but the angle of him from behind was just too fucking good. The tip of his cock had found your spot and was hitting it repeatedly. “R-right there!” You moaned loudly as Sicheng kissed and nipped at your shoulder. With each thrust you felt closer and closer to your orgasm. Sicheng could tell by the way you fluttered around his cock. 

You wanted so badly to hold out, to prolong the pleasure he was giving you, but it just felt so good. His cock reached deep inside you and gave you more pleasure than any man had before him. He knew your body better than you did and you were grateful to have a man like him. He knew how to fuck you rough and properly while also taking care of you. 

Sicheng removed his hand from your tit and moved it down to your clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. You practically screamed at this and you could feel your legs becoming weaker. “Are you gonna come for me, gorgeous? You going to make a mess all over my cock?” His thrusts were brutal at this point and you wondered how he was able to keep this up. You clenched around his cock and he smirked, “you can let go, Angel.” That was all you needed. 

Your orgasm ripped through you and you could feel yourself cumming all over him, making a sloppy mess between your legs. The wet sounds of your skin slapping against each other was a little too hot. Sicheng looked down at the mess and his cock twitched inside you. After a few more harsh thrusts, Sicheng had also reached his climax. His deep groans echoing through your ear as you felt his cum paint your inner walls. 

As he slowly pulled out of you, you felt his cum leak out from inside you. Your inner thighs were coated in a mixture of yours and his cum, making him smirk at the pretty mess. “Sicheng…” you trailed, feeling your legs give out on you. 

He chuckled as he caught you. He turned you to face him and he kissed your lips softly, the sweetness of his lips catching you off guard. “Let’s get you cleaned up. The sun is going down and I want you to see the sunset.” 

You nodded and smiled, too tired to give him a response. Sicheng could tell by how you looked that you were too fucked out to move, so he happily carried you to the bathroom. 

You still couldn’t believe how you got so lucky.

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cinderella and the mystery of the red lipstick by @soliverse

Sicheng x fem!reader (wc - 2.9k + 2.5k smut version) roomates to lovers? - fluff, crack + (smut version by @thiserichann) this is another Cinderella fic, except for the fact that she left lipstick stains instead of glass slippers

Late at Night by @ihaechans

Sicheng x fem!reader (wc - 1.4k) established relationship - smut Late night walks around the city with your boyfriend Winwin turn out way more exciting than usual.

Rear View by @taexual

Sicheng x reader (wc - 3.2k) established relationship - angst You aren’t able to juggle your studies, work, and a boyfriend at the same time, so Sicheng tries to put you both out of the misery of a neglected relationship.

say it by @xiaodejunletsact

Sicheng x fem!reader (wc - 4k) royal AU, friends to lovers, princess!reader - angst, fluff, smut after years of not knowing what the feelings stirring in your heart for the young servant boy you know as your best friend were, an incident with a disgusting duke and the moonlight on sicheng’s face help you find your answer.

Competitive by @xofanfics

Sicheng x fem!reader (wc - 5.1k) rivals to lovers - angst(ish), fluff, smut You’re the best on the female swim team; He’s the best on the male swim team. You decline all his offers to take you out on a date so he decides to make a bet with you.

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moonlight dancing universe by @planetkiimchi

Sicheng x fem!reader (wc - 0.6k + 0.9k + 1.2k) royal AU, royal guard!Sicheng - fluff(ish), major angst moonlight dancing, bend to my will, a traitor´s curse

[chungledown-bimothy]

Tong Yao: this is my boyfriend, Sicheng, and his boyfriend, Hierophant

[00127am]

@ noisecomplaint ln yn isn't too fond of apartment living, between the occasional roaches and the person who keeps stealing her grocery deliveries. but especially because of her exceptionally loud next door neighbors whom she has decided: she cannot stand. it's not all bad though, certainly not when xiao dejun (the prettiest boy she's ever seen) lives in the building. well, it was a perk. until it's revealed that him and her next door neighbor are one in the same.

xiaojun. resident pretty boy, xiao dejun never seems to be down on his luck. is a statement he wished he could say in confidence. but between his neighbor who absolutely hates him (same neighbor who makes him feel light headed) and rooming with hendery, it doesn't look like the odds are going to be in his favor for a while. he wants hendery to stop bringing back hermit crabs to the apartment without telling him only to lose them and for xiaojun to find them in his bed in the middle of the night. gokinjo monogatari alignment? tsutomu yamaguchi.

kun. university student who seemingly lives about one hundred different lives (currently a bar tender who also volunteers at the dog shelter whilst doing graduate research), qian kun is somehow still ncit's star student, despite all his other responsibilities. he desperately wants to figure out where ten keeps misplacing his keys. is it that hard to answer a call?

ten. wait ten again? charismatic ten lee seems to be apart of every friend group, which knowing him, you wouldn't put it past him. caught between both yn and xiaojun's ends of their relationship, he feels a bit omniscient but offers no assistance beyond a few pushes in the right direction here or there. he wants kun to stop calling him five hundred times.

winwin. class crush (in every class), dong sicheng is the epitome of the university boyfriend archetype. or ... he would be, if every waking moment wasn't consumed with trying to either ignore or stop the antics of his friend group. he wants to find and destroy the copy of his apartment key that ten made so he can stop entering his house only to see ten in the living room.

hendery. handsome campus crush and co-captain of the basketball team huang guanheng has no complaints. well, if he had to have one it's that he (and by proxy, xiaojun) are one noise complaint away from getting an increase on their rent. not that xiaojun knows and hendery plans on keeping it that way. he wants to befriend his next door neighbor both for the benefit of teasing xiaojun about his enormous crush and also to keep her from filing any further noise complaints against them.

yangyang. undergraduate student liu yangyang can't exactly tell you how he got inducted into an all graduate student friend group. nor can he tell you if they know he's still an undergraduate (probably not). he wants to get a cat but his apartment has a strict no pet policy ... not that that will deter him.

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MY CUTE BOYFRIEND

AVISOS: WinWinXPersonagem Original, ele é um falso bom menino, Personagem Plus Size, sexo sem proteção (usem camisinha), masturbação feminina rápida e leve(?), Sei lá. Chama a protagonista de putinha e mais alguma coisa que esqueci.

A garota gordinha no sofá olhava incrédula para o seu "fofo" namorado conversando com seus pais. Dong Sicheng parecia tão tímido e sem graça, mas é claro que tudo isso não passava de um teatro vindo do garoto.

O Sicheng que a garota conhecia não era assim. O rosto gentil e fofo não batia nada com a personalidade do menino. Faz um tempinho que estão juntos e mesmo assim conseguia ficar surpresa com o como o seu homem é tão inocente e gentil na frente dos outros.

Nem acreditava que hoje de manhã, antes de chegarem na casa dos pais da garota para passarem uns dias, o menino havia parado no acostamento para foder a boca da menina. Deixando-a toda lambuzada.

— Meu genro é tão fofo.

Saiu de meus pensamentos ao escutar a voz de minha mãe, dando logo de cara com o seu sorriso e suas mãos apertando as bochechas de Sicheng. Me deixando envergonhada.

— Mãe, não aperte as bochechas dele. — me intrometo. — Ele não é uma criança para a senhora ficar apertando suas bochechas.

— Deixa, amor. Eu não ligo. — escuto Sicheng falar, entrelaçando nossas mãos em cima de sua coxa, fazendo um leve carinho com a outra.

O olho surpresa por um momento, mas a surpresa se passa ao me lembrar da forma que me chamou há segundos atrás.

Amor? Ele me chamou de… amor?

A vontade de gargalhar bem alto vem, não era típico de WinWin me chamar dessa forma.

— Daise, deixe as crianças. — meu pai diz, puxando a uma das mãos da minha mãe. Um pouco enciumado, noto de longe. — Está de madrugada ainda e eles devem estar com sono. O trânsito os deixou tempo a mais na estrada, se esqueceu?

O trânsito..

Que trânsito?

Não tinha nada de trânsito. Tudo isso foi uma desculpa que inventei, porque eu que não diria que me atrasei além da conta porque estava levando na boca dentro do carro. WinWin demorava tanto pra gozar.

Revirava os meus olhos com o pensamento.

— Ô, é verdade. Podem subir para descansar então. Vejo os dois no café da manhã, voltarei dormir. Bom Sonhos! — se levanta da poltrona, ao qual estava sentada ao lado de WinWin.

Logo sobe as escadas, deixando apenas nós dois.

O ar na sala muda de repente. Não tinha mais aquela doce vibe.

— Vamos dormir. — WinWin diz, se levantando do sofá e seguindo caminho até as escadas.

E eu apenas levantei, seguindo como se a casa não fosse dos meus pais e sim dos pais dele. Subindo as escadas com minha pequena mala na mão, e com o coração batendo feito um louco.

Entro em meu quarto vendo que tudo continuava da mesma maneira. A única diferença sendo os cobertores trocados por minha mãe naquela manhã, ela mesma tinha me avisado sobre isso. Então nem estranhei.

Deixo minha pequena mala em um canto qualquer do quarto e solto um falso bocejo. Olhando pelas beiradas.

— Estou tão cansada. — falo me espreguiçando, desejando disfarçar o nervosismo que crescia no pé da barriga. A tensão borbulhava em todo o meu corpo mais e mais, apenas piorando ao escutar o som da porta batendo, seguindo de um girar das chaves.

A tensão junto com a gostosa sensação de ansiedade pelo o que aconteceria me dominava, quando sinto de repente a quente respiração de WinWin batendo em minha nuca.

Arrepiando todos os pelos do meu corpo.Um leve tremor sobe ao sentir as suas mãos geladas agarrando-me pela cintura, descendo em seguida para o meu largo quadril.

Engulo em seco com o beijo depositado em minha nuca, não conseguindo controlar o mordiscar em meus próprios lábios ao sentir seu pau pressionando em meu traseiro.

Mas já está duro desse jeito? Mal entramos no quarto.

— A putinha não achou que iria dormir assim que chegasse, né?

Aí está. Aí está o meu verdadeiro Dong Sicheng.

O arrepio sobe pela nuca com sua respiração quente batendo em minha nuca e suas mãos passeando por meu corpo. Um frio gostoso sobe por minha barriga ao escutar sua voz no pé da minha orelha.

— Não seja uma burra esquecida. Não te enchi de leitinho ainda, só pode dormir depois que eu te esborrar todinha e deixa essa sua buceta gulosa ardendo de tanto levar pau.

Esse era ele.

Dong Sicheng era um rostinho bonito e inocente que enganava todo mundo, até mesmo me enganou. Ele transmitia gentileza e bondade com seu rosto e jeito, me envolvi com ele por conta disso, de sua aparência dócil e calma, mas quebrei a cara.

Dong Sicheng chamou minha atenção por conta da pressão de minhas “amigas” que queriam sempre me arrumar algum de seus amigos, como se eu por ser gorda não pudesse fazer isso sozinha. E para parar com isso, resolvi escolher um menino bobinho. E Sicheng era o garoto meio nerd e bonitinho que vivia estudando na biblioteca do campus.

Resolvi me aproximar jurando que seria um namoro calmo e um bom passatempo até que as garotas parasse de me perturbar, mas mal sabia eu que ele era uma grande enganação, uma grande e gostosa enganação.

Sinto suas mãos passando por debaixo de meu vestido lilás floridinho. Seguindo com seus dedos gelados até minha calcinha, não demorando para puxar para o lado e mergulhar seu indicador por minha dobras.

Tirando um gemido de meus lábios.

— Putinha suja, está molhadinha. — murmura maldoso, subindo com suas mãos e esfregando em meu clitóris. — Mal entramos no quarto, e a minha putinha já está molhadinha, prontinha para levar pau com vontade.

Sinto o leve arrepio subindo e minhas pernas fraquejarem por um curto momento ao sentir WinWin enfiando dois dedos de uma vez. Entrando e saindo com eles, sem nem me deixar acostumar.

— WinWin.. — choramingo, segurando em suas mãos.Tentando controlar a velocidade de seus dedos. E em troca, recebo apenas um puxão no cabelo, pendo meu pescoço para o lado e sinto os seus mordiscar.

— Preparando direitinho para depois não ficar chorando que nem uma fraca que não aguenta levar pau na bucetinha, apesar de ser típico de você. — escuto o seu sussurro frio.

— V-você que é… grande.. demais! — praguejo, sentindo-me vazia por um instante com o sair de seus dedos.

Nem escuto uma resposta, apenas sinto suas mãos levantando meu vestido e logo estou deitada de bruços na cama. Com a bunda toda para o alto, sentindo seus olhos me queimando.

— Tão gostosa. — escuto o dizer junto ao som de seu zip sendo aberto. Olho por cima dos ombros e sinto minha boca secando ao ver o pau branquinho e as bolas depiladas saindo de suas calças e box. — De quatro.

Sicheng mandava e eu obedecia, era sempre assim e eu amava isso.

Faço como o seu pedido, erguendo meu quadril para cima e deitando meu rosto no lençol macio, sentindo o geladinho.

Abro as pernas sem qualquer vergonha. Mostrando como estava molhadinha e ansiosa por seu caralho me tomando com vontade.

Mordisco o lábio com força ao sentir sua mão pálida passeando por minha bunda e logo seu dedo deslizando por meus lábios, chegando até o clitóris e depois voltando.

Minha respiração trava ao sentir a cabecinha do pau passeando, misturando nossas excitações.

— Sem gemer alto demais, ninguém merece escutar o seu escândalo toda vez que leva pau. 

Remexo meu quadril inquieta, desejando seu pau metendo logo. Ignorando seu alerta.

— Ouviu? — puxa meus cabelos, me fazendo encarar seus olhos frios.

— Sim. Eu ouvi. — gemo manhosa, ondulando meus quadris. Empurrando para trás, afim de acelerar o processo e parar com a tortura de ter seu pau duro e grande entrando lentamente.

— Quietinha.

E é a última coisa coerente que escuto antes de revirar os olhos com sua entrada brusca. E o socar violento de seus quadris, me fazendo enfiar mais o rosto no lençol, para abafar o gemido.

WinWin metia sem pena, colocando tudo até o talo. O som de suas bolas batendo contra minha pele era alto.

O som escapa contra minha vontade de meus lábios.

Ele queria que eu ficasse quieta, mas era meio difícil com os seus movimentos bruscos. Já sentia minha parte íntima latejando e moldando seu grande pau conforme entrava e saia.

Ele podia ser magrinho e nem tão alto assim se for comparar com os outros meninos da nossa universidade, mas o que não tinha nisso, havia de pau. E até demais, pensava a maioria das vezes.

— Não seja escandalosa, se controla. — deposita sem pena um tapa na minha bunda, puxando meus cabelos com sua outra mão. No entanto, era impossível. — Porra, você está me deixando puto.

Sai de dentro de mim. Me virando de costas e logo abrindo minhas pernas de novo, voltando com seu pau.

Volta a meter, com o acréscimo agora de suas mãos em minha boca.

As lágrimas enchem o canto dos meus olhos. Era tão bom.

— Tão apertada. Leva pau todo dia e continua apertadinha.— resmunga rouco, aproximando seu rosto dos meus seios. Rodeando por fim com a língua um deles.

Puxo com força o ar pela boca quando sua mão desce. Passeando por meus grandes seios e em seguida em meus largos quadris, segurando com força ali. Aumentando os movimentos.

Seus lábios se afastam e nossos olhos se esbarram. O desejo e a maneira que me olhava apenas deixava tudo mais excitante.

Ahh, eu gostava tanto disso. Gostava tanto da maneira que Dong Sicheng me olhava como se fosse a pessoa mais linda que viu na vida, ele tentava disfarçar, mas era péssimo.

Seus olhos comiam cada dobrinha minha.

Gostava de o como me deixava sem qualquer insegurança por não ser magra e estar sem qualquer filtro em sua frente.

E gostava ainda mais de ter me enganado ao seu respeito e acabado caindo em uma cilada deliciosa.

[theehexgirl]

rehearsing scenes

pairings: winwin x black!reader

synopsis: winwin enlists the help of his girlfriend to rehearse his scene for his upcoming drama

content: scene rehearsal, black!girlfriend, romance, fluff, kissing, actor!winwin

“Y/N, why are you improvising so much?” Sicheng inquired, laughing. When he enlisted the help of his girlfriend to help him in rehearsing for his drama, he didn’t think she would just go off script and make him laugh so much.

“What? I’m just bringing more life to it,” she clenched her fist dramatically, making him laugh even more.

“Can you not bring so much life to it? I need you to be serious,” he replied.

Y/N giggled, “Fine. I’ll say the actual lines.”

“Thank you,” he smiled. The two of them continued to rehearse together and Y/N said the lines normally. She still wanted to dramatize and improvise, but that would not help her boyfriend in the long run.

When Y/N noticed a kiss scene, a small smile formed on her lips because she was more than happy to kiss him, rehearsal or not.

“Are you really okay with me kissing someone else other than you?” Sicheng asked. He had been worried that Y/N would not be too comfortable with him kissing his co-star, but she has assured him time and time again that it was never an issue for her.

“Of course I’m fine with it. It’s not like you and your co-star are dating. It’s just acting,” she assured, “Are you okay with kissing someone else other than me?”

“I’m fine with it, but I’m worried you might be upset,” he answered.

“I’m not upset with it,” she reassured.

“Okay,” he nodded, smiling.

“Anyways, back to the script. I’m starting to like it,” she remarked.

He chuckled, “Of course you are.”

The two of them went back to rehearsing and as soon as a kiss scene, Y/N was super excited to do it. She loves kissing Sicheng and this kiss scene was the perfect excuse to do so.

Or so she thought…

He just touched his lips against hers and that made her body freeze up from the shock. She wasn’t shocked about the kiss, and she hoped that he didn’t think that. She was shocked at the fact that he was kissing her like it was something to get over with.

“Y/N, are—“

“Did you really just do that?” Y/N questioned.

He furrowed his brow, “Do what?”

“Did you really just touch your lips against mine as if you were kissing your grandmother?” Y/N narrowed her eyes at him.

Sicheng did not think she would be upset by that at all. He thought she would just count it as part of the acting process.

“Umm…y-yes,” he answered, feeling a little scared.

“We don’t do that kiddie shit here,” she firmly stated, tossing the other script onto the coffee table. She took the other out of his hand and tossed it right beside her own, then pushed him down in the process.

“Y-Y/N…umm-“ her lips were immediately upon his, silencing any verbal protest that he may have had. She was not going to hear it until she erased the memory of whatever that was from her mind.

“Wait. We. Still. Have. More. To. Cover. In. The. Script,” he managed to get out between kisses. She ignored all of what he was saying and continued to kiss him. It didn’t take long for him to just give in, but he did.

When she pulled away, leaving his lips glossy, she looked down at him with a smirk on her face. He was in a daze below her.

“That’s how you should kiss,” she told him.

“Mhm,” he nodded still in a daze. Y/N pecked his cheek, then began sliding off of him. She felt his hands stop her and she looked down at him.

“Can we practice that one more time? I don’t think I have it down quite right,” he said. That statement brought a smile to her face.

“Sure,” she giggled. She positioned back on top of him and leaned down to kiss him once more. She really loved it when she helped him to rehearse his lines because it would lead to moments like this.

[stayarmytinyzenmoa-l]

NCT Spooky Season [Day 5]

The Haunted Complex

TW: Ghosts, Haunted Building Genre: Romance Pairing: Dong Sicheng x Reader YN Pronouns: Not specified Word Count: 0.7K Prompt: “Oh yeah, the sheet ghost is so scary” “Not that! The thing behind it!”

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Notes: Disclaimer: Please remember that this is an AU and a work of fiction, obviously the idols mentioned/written about in this story would never partake in these actions. The idols mentioned in this work are meant to be seen more as face claims rather than the actual idols themselves.

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If you were being honest, here, you'd consider yourself a skeptic when it comes to ghosts. You're a believer of science first and foremost, a true non-believer, so to say. Your boyfriend, Sicheng, on the other hand, is the most superstitious and ghost-fearing person probably in the world. You love him to death, of course, but you can only handle so much of the 'No way! It's haunted!' statements when you want to explore somewhere cool.

"I swear, (Y/N), you could see a ghost right in front of you and you'd think it was an illusion."

"That's probably because it would be, there's no such thing as ghosts," you told him.

"Are we even allowed to be here?" He looks up at the old building while you pull one of the boards covering the entrance off.

"Nope," you had an evil grin and Sicheng sighed. "Now come on! You either come with me or I go in alone," you offered.

"What?! You can't go in there alone! Fine! One hour!" Sicheng walks in first and you couldn't hide your excitement.

"Yes! Nice!" You followed in after him. You turned your flashlight on and shone it on anything that caught your eye. Who knows what this building used to be used for before? A lot of it was hidden from weather and age, leaving only small traces behind. "Ooh, Sicheng! Look at this!" You illuminated the bulletin board in front of you and pointed at one of the flyers.

"Call if you're interested in having a roommate," Sicheng recites.

"Huh, I kind of hated my roommates before," you shrugged.

"Were they really that bad? They were always nice when I was over," Sicheng takes out his flashlight too.

"Not bad, per se, just... so messy," you shuddered. "Let's go upstairs," you pointed the flashlight toward the staircase and Sicheng hesitated after seeing the cobweb above the door. "Don't worry, if there are any spiders I'll shoo them away," you waited for him to catch up with you before continuing.

"I really don't like the vibes of this place, (Y/N)," he rubs his arms up and down, shining his flashlight toward anything that seemed scary.

"You know what's worse than feeling like there's something scary around you?" You asked him.

"What?"

"Seeing it." He turned his flashlight off immediately and looked forward, and you couldn't stop the small laugh. "You are so adorable, Sicheng, don't worry! Ghosts don't exist and, if they did, I'd protect you from them!" You shot him a confident look, but you could tell he still wasn't convinced.

Now on the second floor, you and Sicheng were able to explore an abandoned unit, a couple of closets, and the bathroom. So far, nothing out of the ordinary for an abandoned complex, mostly quiet and a little eerie, there wasn't even a sound of dripping water. Just silence. But the longer you were in here the more uneasy you felt, maybe Sicheng was rubbing off on you a little too much, usually, you were the more dauntless of the duo, but his shaky eyes and the fact that he couldn't stand still for even a few minutes was starting to make you jittery too, until you finally heard him scream.

"Sicheng! What?!" You looked behind you and toward him.

"G... G... Ghost!" He shouts. You look forward again.

"Oh, yeah, that sheet ghost is so scary," you pulled the sheet off of the mannequin which, in many ways, was also terrifying. Especially since it was in the middle of the hallway. Covered.

"Not that!" Sicheng takes your shoulders and points further down the dark hallway, "the thing behind it!" Sicheng points at the elongated figure down the hall.

"Holy... holy shit," your jaw drops and, somehow, it seems to get closer. "Run."

"What?"

"Run!" You take his hand and you both bolt down the stairs, dashing out of the complex, into your car, and not even bothering to put your seat belts on while Sicheng slammed on the gas to get the hell out of there.

After a few minutes of silence, Sicheng was the one to speak up first.

"(Y/N)... you haven't looked anywhere but forward since we left."

"So have you, and you're the one driving," you didn't look at him.

"I don't want to check my mirrors."

"Why?"

"What if..."

"Don't you dare say it."

"So... do you believe in ghosts now?"

"... yes."

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