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wayvment · 3 days

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Kun 🫧 Update (240415)

I don't take selfies

I just changed my hair color

Okay, okay, okay

Send it, send it, send it

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OK~~~~~

I can't post it now

But I'll send you the old one~~

Okay, even if you don't believe me, I want to go shower now and sleep. I have to work all day tomorrow

Wayzenni is excited for tomorrow too

Good night~

#240415 #nct #wayv #kun #bubble : kun #era : on my youth

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thecollectibles · 1 year

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Studies by KUN

#art #digital art #Illustration #painting #KUN

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firetrucks · 2 months

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WAYV — SMTOWN LIVE 2024 : SMCU PALACE @TOKYO

#nctinc #nct #wayv #kun #ten #winwin #hendery #xiaojun #yangyang #mine #gifs #*firetrucks #long time no wayv

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mygirljunhee · 14 days

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Please buy their albums they can't work anywhere else

#except for Kun he was great at this... unless you look at the last two gifs.....#kun #wayv #xiaojun #yangyang #hendery #nct #nctinc #dailybg #malegroupsnet #heysae #lucieblr #ooieri #rhitag #heyykass #melontrack #useroro #addy.gifs

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neonsbian · 2 months

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kun & yangyang visiting ten during filming for nightwalker <3

#wayv #nct #nctinc #wayvnet #wayvedit #nctedit #ten #kun #yangyang #ten lee #chittaphon leechaiyapornkul #qian kun #liu yangyang #gifs #userbexrex #oorieri #wayv family 6ever 😭

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rainbowrenjun · 2 months

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KUN — 240222 SMCU PALACE @ TOKYO

#nct #wayv #nctinc #kpopco #malegroupsnet #ultkpopnetwork #dailybg #kun #*stuff #*gifs #*nct

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kim-woonhak · 2 months

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...AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEONG JAEHYUN!!!!

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weishenkun · 5 months

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231115 wayv showcase in suzhou

#wayv #kun #qian kun #kuntent #im sorrryyyyyyyy #hes so funny #and i did eat that up #look the other way please

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hazyhae · 15 days

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give | qk

soft bf!kun x gn!reader

summary: your boyfriend is always one to take care of you above everything, but stressful times call for being on the receiving end.

wc: 1.1k 18+ mdni!

cw: fluff/smut, established relationship, explicit sexual content, weed use, oral (giving), cum swallowing, pet names: baby, my love, soft content truly

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kun needs a break. from work to family and friends, everything and everyone in the universe just seems to be out for him.

everyone except you.

you sit with his head in your lap, lightly stroking his head and running your hands through his soft hair. he must really be tired. it’s not often that your lover lets you spoil him, always wanting to be the one taking care of you.

you listen to him ramble about his day, especially honing in on your lover’s argument with his close friend and coworker, ten, earlier in the day.

“it’s like he knows what exactly pisses me off, he’s doing it on purpose i swear,” he fumes. you chuckle a bit at the thought of your lover’s friend knowing how to rile him up.

“he’s messing with you, you know he loves you.” he huffs at your response before agreeing reluctantly, moving onto the next topic.

needing a bit of relaxation yourself, you grab your pen from your nightstand, taking a quick hit. kun’s gaze is locked on you as you blow the smoke off to the side.

“how much have you been smoking lately?” and there it is. you love your boyfriend, you really do, but he is the epitome of a worrier. nonetheless, you know it’s his own way of showing love, and truthfully, part of you loves it when he fusses over you.

“not as much as usual, cutting down a bit like you asked, my love,” you tell him as you take another, intending for that to be the last for the night.

“want a hit? could help you relax a bit.” you offer thinking he’s going to be his usual health conscious self, but he doesn’t respond like you think he will.

“maybe just one,” he responds quietly, a bit shy to be indulging in what he warns against.

your heart soars at the thought of a high kun, knowing exactly how he gets when the substance runs through his body. one hit turns into a couple, and you end up between your ever-so-giving boyfriend’s thighs, ready to be the one giving for once.

he gets so pliable, melting into you when he’s high, and he groans as you lay kisses onto his thighs.

“you really don’t have to..” he trails off when you take his member into your hand, pumping lightly and thumbing at his leaking tip.

“you’re telling me that as if your pants aren’t already off, and as if this guy—“ you lay a kiss on his tip for emphasis, “—isn’t begging to jump into my mouth. i want to, can you just let me take care of you?” you look up at him.

he’s biting his lip, and he grabs your pen to take one more hit. as he exhales the last bit of smoke, any resolve he has crumbles.

“please do, my love.”

as you sink your mouth onto him, he exhales, relaxing into the backboard of your bed, caressing the back of your neck as he watches you do exactly what you said you would.

your tongue moves slowly under his head and around the tip in a figure-8 motion, sending his head reeling back. you moan at how good he tastes and feels, glancing up, humming happily to see him enjoying himself.

he feels the stress dissipating with each inch you take into your mouth, being replaced by pleasure that runs through his body.

“that feels so good, you’re doing s-so good for me, baby.” he groans out, feeling the vibrations as you moan out again over him. as his member hits the back of your throat, he can’t help but close his eyes as he focuses in on the sensations.

the warmth of your tongue, the way your hollowed cheeks caress him, hand stroking at the parts of him you can’t quite fit in your mouth. it’s amazing.

you rub your thighs together at the way his length stretches your mouth, remembering that delicious stretch elsewhere.

“f-fuck, just like that.” unconsciously he starts to guide your head back and forth over him, strong hands gripping your hair sending sparks down your spine, encouraging you to keep going.

“that’s it, please don’t stop baby.”

as you slowly creep up to a faster pace, you can feel his thighs tense up — you know he’s getting closer. you suck your cheeks in just a bit more, moving over him again and again, hearing his soft moans rise in volume along with your movements.

“i’m gonna — fuck, i’m gonna cum,” he moans out, and you grip his thigh as you continue to help him chase his high. “gonna take all my cum, t-take it for me like i know you will, baby?”

his words have an immediate effect on you, going straight to your core. you can feel your underwear dampening even more than it has. his hands grip harder as his moans deepen, and with one last groan his hips stutter.

his cum hits the back of your throat, and you swallow each drop gratefully. he looks down at you with love in his eyes, dazed, high, and a thousand-times more relaxed.

“how did i get so lucky to have you? i love you so much,” he exhales as he pulls you up so you’re eye to eye.

“i love you, too, kunnie. feeling better?”

“so much better.” he kisses you messily for a little while, still recovering. he flips the two of you over as he deepens the kiss. once he disconnects from you, he starts trailing kisses down your neck, settling between your legs as he tugs at your bottoms.

“let me return the favor?” he asks, smiling warmly. while you’re still incredibly turned on, you think it might be better to just turn in for the night.

“you’re not too tired?” he shakes his head, tsking at you. you should know better that at his core, he’s always going to be a giver. his appreciation knows no bounds, so if you give to him? he’ll always repay you tenfold.

“never too tired to give my love what you deserve. you did so good for me baby, now sit back and relax.”

and repay you tenfold he does, evident in the soreness in your steps the next morning.

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a/n: trying to get back into the groove of writing, so here’s smth short and simple :’) kun’s been at the front of my brain recently and i need more wayv content on my account soooo hope yall enjoy! <3

#coco works #nct smut #wayv smut #nct x reader #wayv x reader #kun #kun x reader #kun smut #nct hard thoughts #nct imagines

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teasteeper · 1 month

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no one but you (l.yy)

part 2

pairing: loser!yangyang, bf!kun x gf!reader

genre: angst, smut 18+ minors dni

warnings: pinv, rough sex, car sex, oral (m receiving), "daddy"

words: 1k

Yangyang’s eyes stay squeezed shut, desperately trying to imagine a scene far from his current reality. After all of Dejun's nagging at him to ‘just get laid’, he really started to believe that getting his dick wet was all he needed to get over you. But the girl under him didn’t look like you, hence him refusing to open his eyes, and her piercing, screeching mewls were nothing like your broken, breathy whimpers.

As he fucked her into his mattress he tried to recall the countless nights he spent laying there fisting his own cock, straining his ears to hear your pretty moans from the bedroom next door, to hear you get fucked by someone else. Your boyfriend. Kun.

The thin walls and their bedrooms being side by side was a blessing and a curse. It drove Yangyang insane, most nights soundtracked by the sound of you and Kun fucking like bunnies. Forced to bite into his bottom lip so hard he would draw blood to hold back his moans. Forced to cum into his own hand while Kun was surely emptying himself into your tight cunt. Forced to walk into the kitchen the next morning to the sight of you in nothing but one of Kun’s shirts and a pair of tiny sleep shorts, all glowy skin and sleepy smile and raspy voice all thanks to someone who wasn’t him.

“Babe? What’s wrong? Everything okay?”

Yangyang had half a brain to try and hide the grimace her voice threatened to put on his face. He reluctantly pulled back to look at her, to at least pretend like he was there. She wasn’t pretty because she wasn’t you, he thought as his droopy eyes inspected her. She wasn’t you, but there was something pretty in her messy, fucked out demeanor. His eyes trailed over the mascara smudged around her eyes, her flushed cheeks and hair splayed over his pillow. He pistoned his hips forward, watching as her brows furrowed and jaw dropped in a high pitched mewl.

It only made him think of your soft moans and Kun’s words, ‘There she is, my good girl’, ‘Where does it all go, hm? How does that little pussy take it all?’, ‘So pretty for daddy. Daddy’s girl’.

And your muffled responses had Yangyang off his face every time, imagining it was him your eyes were staring up at as you offered shaky responses.

He looked into the girl's eyes trying to imagine the teary gaze on you. A pained moan left his parted lips at the thought of how good you'd be, so pretty and malleable under him, taking everything he gave you. He knew you could take it rough, kept awake by the dull rhythm of Kun's bed frame against the wall separating their rooms. Yangyang honestly didn't know if you were home, but if you were you'd most likely be in Kun's room, just next door. He picked up his pace, groaning out as his own bed began to thump against the wall.

The girl under him squeezed around his cock in response to the force, and Yangyang's hesitation started to melt. If you could hear him right now he wanted it to sound like he was enjoying himself. Payback for every night you spent without a single thought of him. His jaw went slack, plump lips parting as his moans rang out. His thrusts were sloppy and hard, unleashing months' worth of frustration and hurt.

"Babe-"

"D-Daddy. Call me daddy."

He was shameless, utterly projecting his fantasies of you onto this girl. She didn't have your voice, but her whiny, feminine voice calling him daddy would suffice. His length throbbed inside her, "Louder. Yeah, fuck-"

His dark brows furrowed, grimacing as he pulled his length from her cunt and fisted his cock until he was cumming, warm cum making a mess on her torso. If it was you he wouldn't pull out. He'd give you everything, anything to make you his. This girl wasn't right, she was all wrong, and he firmly believed anyone who wasn't you would be wrong. There was no one but you.

So he gave up fucking random girls, Dejun's advice be damned.

Unbeknownst to Yangyang you hadn't been home to listen in on his performance. Kun had taken you on a sweet date, first to a nice dinner and then a drive to your favourite lookout spot over the city. He coaxed you to the backseat to straddle his lap, pushing your silky skirt up your thighs. His big hands bounced you on his cock as he trailed messy kisses up your neck, nipping scarlet bruises onto your skin.

He held your shaking frame to his chest as you came, combing his fingers through your hair with your face buried in his neck. When you came down he ushered you to lay on your back, your head in his lap as he smiled lazily down at you, ghosting his fingertips over your warm cheeks.

You lazed in the backseat talking about nothing, nuzzling your face into his thigh. Somehow the conversation led to the members, Yangyang included. Kun let out a soft laugh, his hand cupping your cheek as you placed kisses to his thigh. “He likes you, you know.”

Your brows furrowed, continuing your soft kisses, “Huh? Really?”

“The poor kid’s in love.”

You continued, unfazed, reaching your hand up to palm Kun’s cock and pulling a soft hum from his chest. “That’s too bad,” you smiled up at him, your eyes trained on his as you pressed your lips to the head of his cock, “I’m in love with you.”

Kun sighed dreamily, tugging your bottom lip down with his thumb and watching your mouth drop open, working your tongue over his slit. “Tell me about it, baby.”

You giggled around his length, pulling off with a pop to look up at him, starry eyes blown wide and lips wet and puffy, “No one but you.”