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taetr4ck · 1 month

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boyfriend texts with wayv?

RANDOM BF WAYV TEXTS !

bf!wayv x reader, bit suggestive on winwin's part — fluff, comfort, crack. taglist form.

a/n : i love making these so much i'm sobbing

taglist : @soul-is-a-strange-kid @haechansbbg @bluethemoments @bath1lda @k-labels

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sadbreadloaf · 5 months

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on your lap | xiao dejun

🎮 | pairing : bf!xiaojun x reader

🎮 | genre : fluff, falling asleep on him while he's playing video games

🎮 | word count : 481

you come home after a long day of classes. you've just finished three big projects and you're ready to finally relax with your boyfriend.

"baby, i'm home"

"hey! i'm in the bedroom"

you can hear the nostalgic music of minecraft fill the halls. xiaojun's favourite way to destress, playing video games. he must've had a long day too.

"hi baby" you kiss him on the cheek

"hey, how was your day?"

"sooo tiring, i just finished up those three big projects and my body feels like it's about to collapse"

"gosh, i'm sorry you have to go through that, but i'm still proud of you for finishing"

"thank you, i'm so glad i have you"

"of course sweetie, anything for you"

"say, by anything, do you really mean that...?"

xiaojun laughs, "alright, what do you want?"

"can i sit on your lap while you play?"

"absolutely, c'mere"

you go over and sit facing towards xiaojun. you hug him, wrapping your arm around his neck and your head resting on his shoulder. his body heat flows through you and you can finally feel the stress release from your body.

xiaojun lays a kiss on the crown of your head and leans his head on yours. he can feel your breathing slow and your body relaxing over him. you almost like a weighted blanket for him.

"feeling better?"

"so much better, thank you"

"you're welcome darling. do you want me to talk or stay quiet?"

"you can keep talking, i like your voice..."

"heh, alright then. well, right now, i'm playing on our world. i just finished building our little house together, putting our beds together and i gave our dog leo a little dog bed."

"mhm"

"after this, i'll keep working on getting materials for going to the nether. i'm so excited to do that with you, exploring the world with you, seeing you die" xiaojun softly laughs at that

you try your best to stay awake, not wanting to fall asleep on him. but his voice is so soothing and how softly he speaks to you makes your eyes so heavy.

"and i wanted to start making you your own little farm, how does that sound? baby?"

he looks down to see you fully relaxed, eyes closed, and he could hear soft snoring coming from you.

he smiles, "was it really that boring?"

xiaojun puts down the controller and carefully wraps him arms around your body, trying not to wake you. he slowly lifts you up from the chair and to your shared bed. he gently places you down onto the soft mattress and covers you in the plush blankets.

after he gets himself ready, xiaojun joins the bed with you next to him. he turns towards you and takes you into his arms. he places a kiss on your forehead and snuggles into your neck.

"i love you baby, goodnight"

a/n: i knew i'd find a way to get minecraft into one of these fics :D

#nct #nct fluff #nct imagines #nct scenarios #wayv #wayv fluff #wayv imagines #wayv scenarios #nct xiaojun #wayv xiaojun #xiaojun #xiaojun fluff #xiaojun imagines #xiaojun x reader

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writemekpop · 8 months

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Hips Don't Lie | Xiao Dejun (Xiaojun)

Summary: Your boyfriend Xiaojun catches you staring at his body – and gives you a suitable punishment.

Genre: Boyfriend!Xiaojun, suggestive

Word Count: 0.4k

You were sprawled out on the couch, watching your handsome boyfriend Xiaojun doing push ups in the middle of the living room.

You admired the way his biceps flexed, and his short, sharp pants every time he pushed himself off the floor. The veins in his neck flared with effort. You imagined licking the beads of sweat right off them.

“Damn, you’ve got a really nice body,” you muttered under your breath.

Xiaojun stood up, smirking. Eyes locked with yours, he pulled off his T shirt and chucked it onto the floor.

You caught sight of his lean torso. The smattering of black hair that wound down his abs made you dizzy.

Xiaojun watched as you stared at him.

“Like what you see?” he said, grinning widely.

“Hell yeah.” You licked your lips. “Come here, baby. Give mama a taste.”

Xiaojun scrunched up his face, cheeks warming.

“Stop objectifying me!” he said, covering his face in mock horror.

You stuck out your tongue. “Shh, you love it.”

Although Xiaojun angled his body away from you, he was smiling. But in doing so, he erevealed his muscled back, which only made your mouth water more.

You jumped up off the couch and ran towards your boyfriend.

You grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him to face you. Then, you wrapped your arms around him and held him tight against your chest.

Xiaojun wriggled in your arms, whining. “Let go, I’m so sweaty!”

You just pulled him closer, whispering, “It’s a good thing I’m thirsty for you.”

Xiaojun laughed, relaxing his body completely against yours. You could feel every muscle pushed up against you. It made your heart pound.

“You’re lucky you’re pretty,” Xiaojun whispered, his low voice sending shockwaves to your core. “I don’t give this to just anybody. Now let’s get naked, get in the shower, and you can show me how much you love this body…”

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markiemelon · 11 months

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mint choco

genre. pure fluff ! no warnings

pairings. bff!xiaojun x fem implied! reader ♡

—{3:11pm}♡‧₊˚ ↴

“stop leaving the toilet seat up when i come over.” you stormed into the living room. “no wonder you can’t get a girlfriend…”

“yeah, says the person who hasn’t even had a first kiss yet.” he teased you.

you were quick to snap back. “well if you hadn’t insisted on tagging along on that blind date-”

you were interrupted. “i didn’t even do anything!! it was like i wasn’t even there!” he rolled his eyes.

your face turned expressionless. “xiaojun.” you blinked a couple of times. “you literally put your hand over my mouth right as he leaned in to kiss me.”

he cleared his throat awkwardly. “yeah, well… i didn’t like that guy…”

“whatever.” you dismissed the conversation.

you looked over to the boy sitting comfortably on the couch, enjoying his mint chocolate ice cream. this was a regular thing to see when you went to xiaojun’s house, but you found it to be absolutely disgusting, nonetheless.

“how can you eat that…” you took a seat next to him.

extremely offended, he raised his eyebrows while he turned his head carefully to face you, being dramatic as ever. “what did you just say to me?”

you made a sloppy gesture pointing to the dish of the green mess.

“and what about it?!” he yelled in response to your silent comment. he slammed his bowl onto the coffee table in front of him and didn’t hesitate to jump up from the couch.

you looked up at the boy who towered over you. as intimidating as he tried to seem, you couldn’t take him seriously at all. you swallowed to keep your smile from showing. “you monster!” you instigated. “it tastes like toothpaste!!”

“no.” he took a moment to breathe. “toothpaste. tastes. like. MINT.”

and that was xiaojun’s last straw.

“okay, yn. you brought this upon yourself.” he swiftly reached for his precious bowl of now half-melted mint chocolate ice cream, taking a big spoon full of it, and taking it right up to your mouth.

you squealed at the feeling of the minty mush hitting your lips. the spoon stopped against you teeth, the only thing keeping the vial flavor from reaching your tastebuds.

nearly gagging, you tried to run and wash it off, but you were held back by xiaojun locking you into his arms.

“i have to wash this off!!!” you, and your threatened tastebuds cried.

“okay, ill get it off. calm down.” he tried to sound annoyed.

relieved, you waited for xiaojun to hand you the napkin on the table. you were completely caught off guard by the feeling of xiaojun’s lips connecting with yours.

your first kiss. this is exactly what you’ve wanted. but this is not exactly how you wanted it. your head was rushing, competing with your pounding heart. you never thought you would be kissing your best friend, and not be completely hating it, but there you were. you had no idea you could think and feel so many things at once. it was soft. it was sweet. it was cold…it was minty.

xiaojun pulled away from you, his grin only growing wider and wider as your cheeks got warmer and warmer.

he admired your priceless expression. “…i cant let perfectly good mint choco go to waste…”

“what was that for?!” you blushed and wiped your mouth with the back of your palm. “you said you would get it off!!!”

“and i did!!!” he said, completely shamelessly.

“you’re disgusting!” you scoffed to distract from your pounding chest.

“but not as disgusting as mint choco, hm?” xiaojun teased.

he didn’t take his eyes off of yours while he took his time to bring his palm up to your cheek. you couldn’t believe you were seeing this side of xiaojun.

being best friends with xiaojun, you’ve had your fair share of flirting and confusing butterflies. he got you flustered all the time, but he certainly never took it this far.

but right as you hoped for this to be a romantic moment, you would find that it’s just too good to be true.

still cradling your cheek, he grazed your lips with his thumb; that’s when your fantasy shattered. he just spread ice cream all over your lips again.

“ew! get it off! get it off!” you broke the stillness in the atmosphere.

xiaojun smiled. “fine.”

this time, you anticipated his touch. he leaned in to kiss you gently one more time… and suddenly, mint choco wasn’t so bad.

this was hard to write because i love mint choco (´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`)

hope you enjoyed xx

-🍉

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meiideryz · 20 days

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a ride home.

pairing: xiao dejun x reader

length: 1.48k

tags: alternative universe, friends <3, office au, post-celebration, rainy night, employee!xiaojun, employee!reader, fluff

warnings: implied vomiting.

dejun suppressed a laugh, waving at his intoxicated colleagues, their stumbling gait and woozy expressions hinting at the excesses of the poorly mixed cocktails they had consumed. while they stood there, his boss emerged from the scene, a briefcase in his grasp. "well done, everyone. you make me very proud of all of you."

he turned to face where their boss was standing. there was a smile lit up his face, conveying how much he enjoyed the party that everyone had meticulously planned and organized. those who remained sober, including dejun, expressed their gratitude to him for attending this special event for the company.

"i want each and everyone to get home safely, okay? see you all next week." the boss said, bidding farewell to everyone gathered in the venue before he headed out, leaving all of them behind.

dejun's other colleagues had just started undecorating and cleaning the area, and he eventually joined to help. his drunk colleagues unfortunately needed to get home before they vomit all over the place. after all, nobody wants to be cleaning up vomit at 11 o'clock in the evening.

when they soon finished, each colleague parted ways, leaving the building to go home. dejun however, had to stay behind to retrieve his valuables from the office as he remembered leaving it there, so he quickly dashed up the stairs, his steps echoing through the empty halls, climbing two floors to reach his destination.

before he left the building, he noticed that the windows were fogging up. he didn't even realize that it was raining by the time he got inside the office to get his things, and when he came down to head outside, it was still raining.

the air was cold, and dejun shivered.

he had to go inside to borrow an umbrella in the storage room before stepping back outside. the harsh downpour wasn't going to stop, and dejun had no choice but to walk to his car in the rain like this.

just when dejun was about to turn around, he noticed a figure standing in the shed. turns out it was just you, waiting for a taxi to come to drive you back to your residence. he watched you put your arms around yourself, trying to spread the warmth on your body.

there were no signs of taxis on the road, and dejun doubted that the rain would stop very soon, so gathered his courage to approach you under the shed. "hey..."

his voice filled your ears as you turned your head to see him in front of you with an umbrella in his hand.

"dejun? i thought you left already?"

"no, i left behind to get my stuff and i saw you here when i headed out," dejun responded. there was a hint of shivering in his voice because of the cold, so it made him sound like his voice kind of cracked in between his words.

"s-sorry." he cleared his throat, and he could see your lips lifting up into a smile.

"i get it," you tried to assure him from the voice crack, yet he could still see the suppressing smiles behind the hand that was covering your mouth. "it is really really cold."

to think about it, dejun also realized that you weren't wearing anything thick to keep you warm. he didn't want to be looking like a dick and leave you there under the cold hard and harsh downpour of the rain waiting for a taxi as well.

he moved closer to you as he looked into your eyes. "hey, uhm..." he paused, trying to build up the courage of approaching you like this.

"i don't think there will be taxis available in this hour and especially in this rain, so instead of waiting here, please, let me drive you home." it was a nice gesture, he wanted you to stay with him, otherwise you'd be all alone drenched in the cold rain, and he didn't want that to happen.

"really? thank you." dejun heard you say, and with that, he let his blazer gently fall from his shoulders as he placed it over your shoulders, the warmth of his blazer hugging your shivering body. he couldn't help but inhale of the citrus fragrance that lingered around him, but seeing the heat of waves rushed to your face, he quickly retracted back.

"what about you?"

"don't worry about me, dear. you're cold, and it's my job to keep you safe and warm."

after a long pause, he looked down at your hand. "may i?" he whispered to you with his hands trying to reach out for yours. when you gave permission, his own engulfed with yours, bringing you closer to him so that the umbrella could fit the two of you together.

"okay, now we run." dejun began.

he heard you laugh for a moment, and then he laughed too, both thinking that running under the downpour would be a bad idea. but none of you have a choice, it'll only get the two of you there faster.

"just don't let go, so you don't get slipped." dejun whispered. the hand intertwined with his seemed to hold tighter, he looked at you one more time, reciprocating the same tight squeeze on your hand before he counted down. "3...2..."

he watched you clutch onto the blazer he gave before you started running together towards the parked car. it didn't take long for the both of you to get inside the car in a swift motion, opening the door of the car as the two of you literally jumped inside out of fear of being drenched from the rain.

he laughed, gathering himself at his seat while one of his hands fixed the rearview mirror in front of him. "we're not gonna do that again anymore." a breathy exhale that also seemed to be a laughter escaped your lips, fingers combing your hair to fix it.

dejun kept quiet, staring at you in your passenger's seat. you looked so pretty, seeing your smile made his heart race a bit. he swallowed hard and looked away, avoiding to get caught before he turned the engine on of the car.

"you can rest while i drive, okay?" his voice filled your ears. when you gave a nod back at him, it was his sign to put his seatbelt on and drove off.

it was a very quiet ride. dejun's hand clasped around the steering wheel, and the other made its way to press the button for the windscreen wiper, to get the water out of the front window for him to see the road more clearly.

the only thing he was listening to is the static sounds of the radio, as well as the harsh pitter-patter of the rain dropping down on the far. he gave a glance in your direction, seeing that you were looking a bit uncomfortable.

he softly called for your name, only for you to furrow your eyebrows as you shut your eyes, short breaths coming out from you. dejun reached for your forehead before he let the back of his palm touch it. he pulled away quickly saying, "shit, you're burning up."

"w-what?" you weakly said. dejun needed to drive to your place as soon as possible, he needed to compose himself to avoid panicking while driving. "i'll drive there as soon as i can." assuring you to calm down, he kept one hand on the steering wheel once again, and the other reached for the glove box, fingers pressing the button to open it. " try to see if i have any cool fever patch inside there."

he watched you search from his peripheral vision before focusing back on driving, turning the wheel to move around to the corner. your place isn't that far from where you both are right now, and dejun soon noticed that the rain eased off as it turned into drizzle; the sight made him relieved.

dejun found you asleep during the rest of the ride, he tried to reach for your neck to check your temperature, but you were still burning. he was worried of course, he didn't expect that you would get sick this quickly, and he hoped for your fast recovery.

some time later, he slowly drove his car to the side to park. turning off the engine, he got off the car and walked around to the door of the passenger's seat to open it. dejun bent over to move closer to you as he gently shook you.

"we're here. come on, i'll get you to your room." his voice fluttered your eyes open, finding his. you didn't say anything and slowly got outside the car as well. dejun clasped his hand around your wrist, placing your arm around his shoulders, while the other was around your waist, pulling you closer and keeping you steady. "hang on, okay?"

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ronjunnie · 9 days

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cinnabunhwa · 9 months

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best birthday ever

pairing: xiaojun x gn!reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

summary: it’s xiaojun’s birthday and the memories of your second date have you bringing him a late night snack on a busy night. the two of you reminisce on the memory, very fluffy!

warnings: pet names (babe, love)

words: 1.182k

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Biting your bottom lip nervously, you typed a text to be sent to your boyfriend. Today was his birthday, and it’s the first one that you ever got to be a part of. He’s been working a lot more than usual now that his group was active again; he didn’t want to take anything for granted. You were so proud of him and you wanted to make sure that he remembered to celebrate his own day.

“Hey! Will you be home before midnight tonight?” you pressed send, hoping that he wouldn’t be completely opposed to it. He needed rest, and that you were sure of, but you also knew that he would willingly continue to work. ‘Just a little bit more,’ he’d say, but then it would be 4am and he would be dragging himself back to the dorms. Your phone vibrates.

“I should be! Is everything okay??” He seemed more worried about you than anything else. You chuckled, he’s really too sweet for his own good.

“Everything is okay!! I just wanted to see you today, even just for a few minutes! :)”

Plans were set, you were going to meet him outside of his dorm at 11pm, after all his schedules prior to midnight were done. Dejun is someone who has always been passionate about his work. Whether it be dancing, singing, or hosting, he has always been someone that could be counted on. You knew that he would make sure he was there. With that in mind, you got to work planning what you would bring over.

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You arrived outside the dorms 10 minutes early. You didn’t want to risk him seeing you set the bags up neatly so that he could carry it in well. You had brought him fried chicken from his favorite place and a little treat for Bella as well. It’s impossible to forget the way that his eyes lit up when he tried the chicken from that stall for the first time.

It was your second date, and Dejun had the day off so you both decided to go to the food market and try different street foods. He excitedly showed you all of the places Hendery loved (the guy knows good food), and all of the places he and the members had eaten in the past. Stumbling upon a new stall, he paused with a perplexed look.

“I’ve never seen this place before? But it looks like it’s been here for a while,” he said, head slightly tilted.

The stall was operated by an elderly lady, who spotted the two of you staring and beckoned you over, a large smile gracing her features. You greeted her cheerily, looking over the options of the stall before realizing it was all Korean fried chicken. You looked over at your date and his eyes were sparkling looking at everything. He had engaged in conversation with the lady and she was already filling a box just for the two of you to walk around with. As you tuned in, you caught the very end of the conversation.

“-second date, and I wanted to take them to one of the night markets nearby! I’m so glad you started your stall,” Dejun chirped, wrapping his arm around your waist as the breeze blew by.

The elderly lady gave you a soft smile and handed the box to the two of you. Dejun reached to pay, and she tsked at him, shaking her head. He tried everything he could to get her to accept payment: saying at least let it be a tip, and even pulling out his infamous puppy dog eyes. She would not budge.

“Please take this as my blessing for the two of you, and if you like it, please come by again,” she returned, smiling to herself. She knew the two of you would last if the way he looked at you meant anything.

Relenting, he jokingly scolded her, saying that next time he’d have to buy twice as much. Chuckling, she agreed, shooing the both of you away to enjoy the rest of your date.

The sound of the dorm door opening drew your attention away from your thoughts. Your boyfriend jogged over to you, attempting to peer around you to see what you were holding behind your back. You maneuvered backwards from him, keeping your surprise a secret. There was no way you were letting him sneak up on his gift.

“YAH hello, nice to see you Dejun, how are you?” You playfully scolded, making the silliest angry face you had.

This only made his antics stronger, as he pretended to peek over one of your shoulders, then dive around to your side but you were too fast. Side stepping him, you stuck your tongue out and waited for him to speak.

“Hi y/n,” he breathed, eyes sparkling playfully and a soft smile coming to his face, “I’m so excited to see you today, it’s been such a fun day so far.”

Grinning at him, you bring the bags around to the front of you and his eyes widen at the sight of the logo.

“You went all the way to the market for me??” he remarked, “oh babe you didn’t have to go alone, I would have definitely gone with you.”

“Happy birthday Dejun,” you smiled, nudging his side playfully and shaking your head, “I knew you’d be busy so I wanted to bring it for you.”

Thinking back to your second date, he felt so fond. The elderly lady who ran the stall had told him that she could tell how much the two of you cared for each other, even in passing. She eased his nerves by saying so, and even mentioned that the two of you reminded her of her own love. It was that night that Dejun decided he would do his best to get to know you, and make you happy. But here you were, remembering what he loved and bringing gifts even on a busy day just for him.

Gently grabbing the bags, he set them down on the bench next to you. A warmth spread across your face as he brought his hand to your cheek, the silly mood forgotten.

“Thank you babe, it means the world to me that you would take time out of your day just for me, even with things as busy as they are,” he said, pressing his forehead to yours, admiring the way your eyes locked onto him. Like this, it always felt like time slowed down and it truly was just the two of you in the world. He didn’t have to be an idol in your eyes, he was just Dejun. Your Dejun. That’s who he vowed to be, and he intended it to stay that way. Wrapping your arms around him, you felt all the love and admiration that you had for him be received and you sighed contentedly, nuzzling his hand.

“You’re always welcome, love. How was your birthday?”

His thumb caressed your cheek, a grin encasing his features.

“It was the best birthday ever.”

aaaa happy birthday xiaojun!! hearing him on live today saying that this birthday was one of the best, and then saying it was the best birthday ever prompted this. i hope he finishes his schedules well, and rests like he promised us. i hope this gives you good feels as you continue on ur day. much love!!

creds: divider, divider 2

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afishcalledfatin · 1 year

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be my person. [xiaojun]

Their friends had gone, leaving the two quiet souls in the living room.

"I should start cleaning," you said, "I have to wake up early tomorrow."

He sits silently, not looking at you, almost dazed even. You expected him to get up, grab his jacket and bid you goodbye for the night.

But the cool night changed it all. As you scrubbed the remnants of food off the plate, you felt a pair of strong hands lightly hold onto your waist, manoeuvring you to the side.

"Go home, you have work tomorrow." You reminded him, eyeing his quiet behaviour tonight.

"I soap, you rinse." He mutters, pulling the sleeves of the work shirt he wore for the day up to his elbows. Flashing his toned arms in the process.

"Xiaojun, go-" he took the sponge from your hand, fingers brushing against each other.

"Your hands get irritated from the soap, let me do it." That was all he said before cleaning the plates your friends had used earlier. You wanted to protest but it didn't seem like he was in the mood to listen. With a sigh, you continued to wash the plates beside him.

Both worked in silent unison. No, it was not awkward. It was comfortable, comfortable silence.

He'd hum and she'd hum back, uttering short phrases like "soap it again," or "there's still soap on it."

Once everything was washed and dried, you leaned against the island in the middle of the kitchen.

"Something is up." It wasn't a question, more like a statement. You had known Xiaojun for so long, minor and sometimes unnoticeable actions are easily spotted.

He hummed again, "You've noticed." He sighs, drying his hands before turning and leaning against the sink, facing his best friend.

you nodded, looking at his beautifully carved face.

There was no doubt, Y/N was deeply in love with her best friend. Was she too stubborn to admit and accept it? Precisely.

A few moments of pin-drop silence were broken with two simple words.

"There's someone."

Y/N tried her absolute best to hide how her eyebrows shot up or her eyes widened. She swallows the lump that was building up in her throat.

"Oh?" Was all she could say, hoping to keep her voice as steady as possible.

"She's amazing." He continued. As praises and compliments were sprinkled around for this girl, Y/N felt the sting in her chest of holding back tears.

She turned around, pretending to busy herself with the mugs. "What's stopping you from telling her all of this?" She asks, breathing slowly.

He shrugged, looking at the back of her head. "I wouldn't know how she'd react, to be honest. She could easily reject me if she wanted to."

Y/N scoffs, "Always so negative." Causing a melodious chuckle to escape from his plush lips.

After a few more moments of silence, Y/N was drying the already-dried mugs while Xiaojun watched her from behind.

All she wanted was for him to wrap up this conversation and leave.

Maybe the next time she meets him, he'll introduce her to his girlfriend. Maybe the next time she sees him after this, it’s to tell you she's moved in with him. Maybe, it could be to announce their engagement.

Maybe after this, she wouldn't be able to see him anymore. Not because of his new love, no. It's knowing that the person you absolutely love is so close yet so difficult to hold onto.

"This is for me but if someone you liked were to confess to you," he started, causing you to freeze, "How would you react?"

Y/N stood for a few quiet seconds, the rag in her hand loosely draping on the surface of the table.

'He just wants to know how you'd react so he could agree and react the same way. He asks you about everything. Yes, that's it. This is normal.' you thought to yourself.

"I'd tell them I am honoured to have someone so incredible to love me back." She started, "I'd tell them, I would want to be their home, the place to cry, to talk, everything. I want to be their person."

"But alas, love is difficult." You joked. You heard soft footsteps approach behind you.

"And you call me pessimistic." He comments, causing you to laugh a bit.

She could feel his breath behind her, gently caressing her neck. Goosebumps form at her nape.

"Y/N." He called to which she turned to face him.

"Whatever you said earlier, is it true?" You raised a brow, "Now why would I lie about that?"

A few more quiet moments until the space between the both of you had immediately closed.

He held her waist gently again, spinning her to see her beautiful eyes. There she is,

"Then be my person."

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goroaix · 1 year

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〘 He loved with his whole heart. He admired with a passion. He worked to absolve himself of all selfish desires... 〙

Xiaojun x gn reader. Obsession. Yandere-ish feelings.

Dejun had always liked to believe that he was a moral person.

From a young age he had been taught right from wrong, the virtues of humility, acceptance and respect being things that his Mama had ingrained into him. Being someone who acted on impulse and without consideration for others had been vilified, deemed an immoral stance on life that would drag him down.

So it was this stance that he took on his actions. Dejun was not tailing them unnecessarily - he was determined to make sure that they were safe after being followed by someone off of a bus. He wasn't sending them gifts to nurse affection or fear - they were really there to brighten up an otherwise dull day.

He didn't hold himself in a high regard, nor did he want for things he knew were not suitable for him.

But every person had their unshakeable desires, didn't they?

There was no helping how loudly his heart thundered when they walked by, a beautiful smile dancing on their soft looking lips. Never before would he have thought himself as the kind to be utterly smitten with the bare minimum but Dejun had learnt that he was a romantic at heart. Little more in the world was more satisfying than laying in his bed and concocting images of a loving relationship with the person of his desires.

He found nothing wrong with his actions. Everyone wrote their name with their beloved's and surrounded it with hearts. He had pages and pages full of this, unable to overcome the urge devote his time to them.

He was just so lucky that he worked close to them, could see their pretty face whenever he looked out the window and into the ambient café. There wasn't a day that he wouldn't spend his lunch there, fingers circling the grain of the table while his chamomile tea ran cold.

Dejun noted here that their favourite colour seemed to be red. They wore jewellery that had brilliant crimson jewels, wore accented pieces of clothing that had scarlet parts. So he did too, making sure to leave a bitten and red look to his lips and delighting whenever he felt pretty eyes meander towards them.

This wasn't selfishness, it was mere admiration, Dejun told himself.

What would have been selfish was to imagine that they were the ones kissing him and making his lips take on a pink tint; if he wished that their attention would only be on serving him rather than the worthless dross that took them away from him. Dejun was raised better than this.

It was selfless of him to invite them for a chat, wanting to know the reason for the slight frown that had been lingering on their visage since he'd arrived.

"Is everything alright?" He asked, praying his voice didn't break. "You don't seem as happy as usual."

"Oh." They sighed, shoulders slumping and he wanted nothing more to hold their hand, to tell them it was okay. "It's just typical work stress. I'm sorry for making you worry."

Making me worry, he thought in bewilderment. How can someone be so lovely?

"You don't need to apologise." His knuckles were white under the table. "I know we are strangers but sometimes it's helpful to say things to someone who can offer a fresh perspective."

They nodded, perfect lips pulled into a slight pout. "You're right."

And he waited patiently, willing himself to swallow down the compliments that he had always wanted to tell. Their skin always looked softer than a flower's petal.

"I don't mean to complain but sometimes I feel overwhelmed. I enjoy working here and talking with regulars but the labour isn't worth the price."

Somehow, this didn't feel like everything. "Are they not paying you enough?"

"..." The glance at their lap said enough.

"Are there no promotions or raises available?"

"I'm never eligible."

He prided himself on his lack of impulsivity, the control he had over his own actions and emotions. "I think you're an exceptional worker."

"Thank you..."

"Dejun."

"Thank you, Dejun."

He wanted to say that it wasn't selfish that he wanted them to repeat his name until their voice went hoarse, to record it and listen to it on repeat for hours on end until that was the only thing his mind could focus on. But, Dejun forced these thoughts away and replaced them with something more helpful.

Like how he would make sure that this promotion would happen for them. Simply sitting and listening would provide temporary relief but Dejun knew that things like happiness should be more permanent, pervasive.

He would get them this promotion (if only to see the smile on their face).

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ddmmyuta · 1 year

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hiii bestieeeee, can u do xiaojun as a bf plsss

oh bestiieeeeee you are so real for this! I love Xiaojun stans <3

warnings (for in case): swearing, fluff, sprinkle of smut, Xiaojun being best boy

Xiaojun is such a cutie, like he is adorable. I feel he is such a mellow yet sweet boyfriend. He would take you on spontaneous walks and watch stupid spoof movies with you. He just wants you to be a happy little bean, he just loves to see you radiate with happiness. Speaking of radiation, it’s safe to say y’all won’t have dates at the WayV dorm bcuz Bella shits that place everyday. He likes to have organized, planned dates, where he gives you a bouquet of flowers and feels chuffed bcuz he made you smile.

his love language is totally gifts and anyone who disagrees with me… shut up! typical gifts you’d get would be: socks, chocolate, flowers, hand made jewelry, baked goods, lingerie (if he feels spicy wink wink), candles and clothing. he texts you as much as possible and frequently asks for your opinion. ‘hey y/n I was thinking of buying myself an inflatable body pillow… should I go for the kawaii manga girl or Robert Downey Jr as Iron Man?’, stuff like that you know! he loves to cuddle, man is a cuddle bug! when y’all are watching a movie he just loves to sleep on your lap or spoon you (he prefers to be the little spoon btw).

I think Xiaojun isn’t someone who gets his masculinity easily bruised, so he doesn’t mind if you were dominant in the relationship, but he wouldn’t mind if he was dominant either. your relationship can be compared to those couples that are like best friends (if that makes sense). he just goes with the flow and focuses on the moment. he enjoys doing little things with you like FaceTiming or shopping at a street market. I’m gonna be honest, homeboy barely thinks about sex but when he does it’s so sweet and soft, he just wants you to feel good. I’m not saying he isn’t into some kinky shit, I’m just saying he is gentle and patient. he’s a switch so top or bottom fits him, but once again, the most important thing is that you are comfortable and feeling good. he would usually prepare for when y’all wanna do the sideway salsa. like he would wine and dine you, and at the end of dinner he would make his move (idk if that made sense).

bottom line: he is a cute little piece of shit who accepts you as you are and he just loves hanging out with you.

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thx for requesting this btw, I’m not a huge Xiaojun stan so hopefully this is cute enough

#xiaojun x reader #xiaojun #wayv #wayv fanfic #wayv fluff #wayv smut #wayv x reader #xiaojun smut #xiaojun fluff

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andysorbit · 1 year

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How they react when they realize they've fallen in love pt. 1

Taeil: It's comfortably gradual. He feels it when he's leaning back against you in the bathtub while you're gently washing his hair. The tour took everything out of him and the basic needs that he effortlessly manages on his own have fallen to the wayside. He hates that he regresses so much when he's drained but he's grateful that you love him enough to allow him to fall apart however he needs to so that you love him back to life in your own gentle way. Free of judgment and expectations. He's never felt like more of a man than he has when he's with you; being gentle, vulnerable, and protected. He's always had his own illusions of what it meant to be a man and a partner but meeting you made him realize that sometimes the best way to be a man is to show you that he can simply exist around you and be comfortable. "I love you." He whispers as he closes his eyes. "I love you too." You tell him back.

Jaehyun: It hits him when he looks at himself in the mirror and sees how effortlessly you've done his makeup. "Yo, I'm fuckin' hot." He says with a nod, "You did a really good job, miss girl. Wow." You cackle, "Miss girl?" You repeat joyfully. He's even picked up on your regular lingo; no longer cringing when you call him "sis" or "girl". "Yeah... like... damn. You've gotten a lot better." He says as he turns to look at you. You were an alien to him when the two of you first met. Your parents were strict helicopter parents who believed that makeup and nail polish was for women who had no life's purpose and only desired male attention so when you finally told him about your younger years; his heart broke a little. "Thank you, Yunho." You say sincerely. "This is nothing. Little y/n should've gotten to play and have fun like this. You deserve it. I absolutely thought this was a stupid idea before but look at how far you've come. It's extra special because I got to be a part of this." He turns back to look in the mirror, "I'm just really proud of you and I'm really happy that you trusted me enough to ask me." You nod and he reaches out and places a hand on your leg. He doesn't have to say it. You already know.

Xiaojun: He watches you put a box of cereal in the wagon he's pushing and he smiles for no reason. "Oh shit." He groans. "What?" You ask. "You ever fall in love with someone and then realize that you might outlive them?" He asks peevishly. "No... why?" You say as you stop and look at him. "Because like... what if you die first?" He says as he cringes, "That would suck." "You love me?" You say as you ignore one if his regularly occurring word vomit and existential crisis combos. "Well yeah but now I gotta carry this shit around with me all day every day- we could step outside and a car could hop the fucking curb and kill you- you could fall in the shower while I'm working and since you don't have one of those old people emergency necklaces, you could die." He says and shakes his head. You laugh, "We need milk, dude." "I need to get back into therapy." He mumbles. "Yes, you do." You agree.

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saturnznct · 2 years

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telling him you’re pregnant again | xdj

➸ request from anon; hi! could i request a dad! xiaojun :) and the prompt/scenario is up to you!! thank you in advance!

➸ word count; 1752 words

➸ liena; aged 4, kuaiha; in the womb lol

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Xiao Liena was yours and Xiaojun’s pride and joy.

Even before you got married, Xiaojun longed for children of his own after his brother had his own children. You saw the way he played with his nieces and nephews, the look in his eyes when they did something cute or called him uncle. You could tell he was imagining your own children playing games with him and calling him ‘daddy’ instead of ‘Uncle Xiaojun.’

You’d had the conversation a couple of times. You both wanted two, and Xiaojun wanted to wait until you were married. So, a few years later you became engaged and eventually married for two years, then your daughter Liena was born.

He thought it wouldn’t be that difficult, he had coped relatively well when she was at nursery for three to four hours at a time, but now, when that time had doubled, he found it so lonely. The house was quiet, no giggling or padding of little feet. He began picturing his days being filled with another tiny baby in his arms, maybe a son this time- no, another daughter would also be perfect- a sibling for Liena to play with, as well as another incredible gift for you and him.

You weren’t totally surprised when he brought it up, after all you had both agreed on two, and Liena was at a good age.

‘Oh Jun,’ you nearly burst into tears when he asks, ‘of course I want to have another baby with you.’

And he just grins, practically tackling you onto the bed.

You stop using any birth control, but don’t put any pressure on each other.

‘If a baby happens, it happens,’ he mumbles into your shoulder after one particularly late night together, ‘just like we said last time.’

And that leads you to now, three months later, staring down at a positive test.

You feel such a strange mix of emotions. You were thrilled of course, this is exactly what you wanted, but at the same time, you felt the violent butterflies erupt in your stomach. The nausea probably doesn’t help.

’Two children,’ you mumble to yourself, the realisation that you would now be responsible for two human lives now dawning on you.

‘Mummy/mommy?’ You hear Liena call from the other room.

‘Just a moment sweetheart,’ you shout back, putting the test in a drawer.

‘Mummy/mommy,’ Liena chirps as you come out of the bathroom, ‘what’s for dinner?’

‘What would you like for dinner?’

‘Hmm,’ she thinks for a moment, ‘jjajangmyeon?’

‘Feeling like Korean food today?’ You smile. It’s always made you happy whenever Liena embraces Korea. While she was born in Korea and has never properly lived in China, you and Xiaojun wanted her to be in touch with both cultures, by speaking to her in both languages as well as serving her food from both places.

‘Moonbyeol was talking about it,’ Liena says, referring to Jeno’s daughter who was in her class at school.

She’s quiet for a few moments, before perking up, ‘mummy/mommy, you know Moonbyeol’s getting a little brother, right?’

‘Yeah, I do know sweetheart,’ you smile, ‘it’s exciting isn’t it?’

You hope she says yes, hoping she has an optimistic view of siblings and pregnancy.

‘Yeah! She says the baby is in her mummy’s/mommy’s tummy.’

‘Yeah she’s right Li,’ you start gathering the ingredients for the Jjajangmyeon, ‘how would you feel if I had a baby?’

Liena tilts her head, ‘would I be able to play with the baby?’

‘You’ll have to wait until they grow up a little bit first,’ you explain, ’they’ll be small for a while. Like Jinghua is now!’

‘Jinghua cries,’ Liena recounts the few occasions in which she’d met Renjun’s new daughter.

‘It’s because Jinghua’s just a baby, she can’t say what she wants,’ you explain, ‘if mummy/mommy had a baby, that baby will cry too. But they will grow up into a big boy or girl just like you, and they won’t cry as much and they will want to play with you, and eat food with you and be your best friend!’

‘How would you get a baby?’

Oh great, the question you’d been dreading.

‘Well, um, daddy would have to agree first.. and then the baby would grow inside my tummy here,’ you point to your lower stomach.

‘And then they would be my brother or sister?’

‘Exactly sweetheart,’ you’re still trying to read her expression, ‘would you want that?’

‘Yeah,’ Liena nods, ’it’d be cool to have a brother or sister, like Maddie and Moonbyeol do.’

‘What if mummy/mommy told you there was a baby in her tummy right now?’

Liena perks up, eyes widening, ‘really?’

‘Yeah, Li,’ you feel a big sense of relief at her reaction.

‘Can I see?’

‘Not yet,’ you shake your head, ‘they’ll only be the size of a little tiny dot right now. But over the next few months they’ll get bigger and bigger.’

‘How long?’

‘A few months… but you can help mummy/mommy with so much! Because the baby will need toys and a new bedroom.’

Liena gasps, ‘toys!’

‘Yeah, I knew that would grab your attention… Sweetheart, do you wanna help me tell your daddy about the baby?’

Liena gets excited again, ‘yeah!’

‘Okay sweetheart, when daddy gets home, here’s what we’re going to do…’

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‘I’m home,’ Xiaojun calls, face and mood instantly brightening when his daughter comes running towards him.

‘Daddy!’

‘Hi angel!’

Liena runs into his arms, and Xiaojun lifts her in the air, spinning her around in circles while she shrieks.

You trail behind, ‘ah, too much excitement for this close to bedtime!’

Xiaojun smiles sheepishly, holding Liena on his hip, ‘sorry mama.’

You quickly peck his lips, ‘have a good day?’

‘Yeah, tiring though,’ Xiaojun sets Liena down, peeling his bag off his shoulder and kicking his shoes off, ‘you?’

‘Pretty interesting,’ you press your lips together, nodding, ignoring the confused look on his face.

‘Daddy,’ Liena tugs on the sleeve of his hoodie to get his attention, ‘can you read me a book to go to bed?’

‘Yeah of course,’ Xiaojun grabs her little hand, leading her over to her room.

‘Did you have a nice day at school?’ He asks her as she picks a book to read. You stand in the doorway, watching the scene.

‘I had a good day,’ she says, ‘mummy/mommy made Jjajangmyeon.’

‘Really!’ Xiaojun acts excited, ‘was it yummy?’

‘Yeah!’ Liena grins, ‘delicious.’

’Thanks sweetheart,’ you cross the room to come and sit down beside Xiaojun on her bed.

‘Mummy/mommy told me something too,’ Liena begins, turning her attention to Xiaojun.

‘And what is that?’

‘Mummy/mommy has a baby in her tummy.’

Xiaojun turns to you, completely wide-eyed.

‘Wait, do you really?’ He practically whispers.

You nod, tears sprinting into your eyes.

‘Oh my God,’ he laughs, tears of his own coming through, ‘you’re pregnant.’

Xiaojun gently pulls you towards him, enveloping you in a warm hug, ’this is amazing.. I mean, how long have you known?’

’Since this morning.’

‘I can’t believe- Liena! You’re going to be a big sister!’

You and Xiaojun open your arms, inviting Liena into your cuddle.

‘I love you both. So much,’ Xiaojun kisses both of your foreheads.

‘We love you too,’ you take his hand, resting it on your stomach, ‘all of us do.’

The three of you sit there for a few minutes, just cuddling and soaking in the moment.

Xiaojun catches sight of the time on Liena’s clock.

‘I think it’s time for you to go to sleep,’ Xiaojun pulls away from your hug, much to the disappointment of Liena.

‘No,’ she whines, but is quickly interrupted by a big yawn.

‘Hm, I think it is,’ he laughs, leaning over her and pressing a kiss on her forehead, ‘goodnight baby.’

‘Goodnight daddy,’ Liena clutches her little brown teddy bear that Kun bought for her when she was born.

‘Goodnight Li,’ you kiss her, ‘love you.’

‘I love you too mummy/mommy.’

’Na-night,’ you both leave the room, flicking her little lamp off and quietly pulling the door closed.

Xiaojun waits until you’re out of Liena’s earshot before he practically attacks you in a hug.

‘Hi,’ you giggle, laughing increasing when he starts littering your cheeks with kisses.

‘I can’t believe you surprised me like that,’ he splutters, ‘I really wasn’t expecting it..’

‘Liena is so excited,’ you begin lightly scratching his head in the way you know he likes, the way that relaxes him, ‘although she did ask me how the baby got there.’

‘Worst question to be asked.’

’I tried to get her to warm up to the idea,’ you say, ‘she seemed to like it. She’s excited for a friend I think.’

‘Good… I’m so happy, I can’t believe we’re going to have another little one in the house… How did you know you were pregnant?’

‘My period was quite late, and I felt a bit dizzy this morning. I mean, it wasn’t too intense, but I thought what if, you know? And all the tests I did, really strong positives.’

Xiaojun’s smile goes impossibly wider, ‘I love you.’

‘I love you too.’

’Now, you’re going to sit in the big comfy armchair with the footrest while we watch TV, and then I’ll make you ginger tea because I know that helped with your nausea with Liena and-‘

You watch fondly as he darts around, gathering cushions and blankets for you, and you know that you’re in the best hands possible.

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writemekpop · 1 year

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[10:15 AM]

wc <0.5k, genre: new parents AU pairing: xdj x reader

“Isn’t she the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?” Xiaojun whispered, staring dreamily down at his newborn daughter.

You didn’t look up, eyes glued to your iPhone 14 Pro. “Mm-hmm, yep.”

Xiaojun grinned. “I just can’t wait for us to have another six babies, how about you?”

Still typing, you said, “Of course, honey.”

“Y/n!” Xiaojun exclaimed. “Are you even listening?”

You sighed, looking up at him. “Sorry, babe… I’m just dealing with a crisis because our nanny quit. Who’s gonna look after Neha when we’re both back at work?”

Xiaojun put the baby down and sat beside you. He took your hand and looked at you seriously.

“Y/n,” he began. “What if… we don’t both go back to work? What if one of us stays at home with the baby? I mean… I loved having my mom around as a kid.”

You shrugged Xiaojun off, eyes wide in shock.

“Xiao Dejun, how dare you! I did not slave my ass off to become London’s first female hedge fund manager, just to give it all up because I pushed a human watermelon out of my vagina!”

Neha started wailing.

Your breasts throbbed at the sound of your daughter crying. You struggled to hold back tears, too – you couldn’t believe your husband didn’t support your career.

Xiaojun handed the baby to you. “I think someone’s hungry…”

You huffed as you yanked open your shirt and bra.

“Guess this is the only thing I’m good for now,” you spat. “Why don’t you just tie a bell around my neck and leave me to graze?”

You put the baby on your breast. You couldn’t help but smile at how quickly she settled down.

Xiaojun shook his head. “No, honey, that’s not what I meant at all…” he rubbed the back of his neck, blushing. “I actually thought… I could stay at home with Neha, and you could go back to work.”

Your lips popped open in surprise. “Like… a stay-at-home dad?”

Xiaojun nodded, a smile spreading across his handsome face. “Yeah. I like the sound of that.”

You grinned. “That’s not a bad idea... I’m sorry I shouted at you. I love you so much.

“You, too.” Xiaojun said. He smiled at the baby, who was peacefully sucking on your nipple. “But I love you the most, little one,” he said, in a silly little baby voice.

“Hey!” You snapped, pouting dramatically.

“Just kidding,” Xiaojun said, laughing, wrapping his arms around you in a hug.

You closed your eyes and rested your head on his shoulder, content with your perfect family.

While your eyes were still shut, Xiaojun turned to the baby, winked and mouthed, “I’m not kidding.”

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2jaeh · 1 year

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christmassy! | xiaojun

it's christmas eve, but more importantly, it's your three year anniversary with your boyfriend.

genre: fluff

content: gender neutral!reader, boyfriend!xiaojun, established relationship

word count: 436

- lin

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The Christmas season was special on its own, but it was extra special for you and your boyfriend. Three years ago, on Christmas eve, you quite literally bumped into Xiaojun, who was balancing an array of last minute Christmas gifts in his arms. Fortunately the only thing that had fallen was him… for you. He'd make that cheesy joke every anniversary since, just basking in seeing you flash him an amused smile, similar to the apologetic one you'd given him that day you two met after mumbling a sorry and offering to help him carry his items.

You patiently waited at the rooftop restaurant, the establishment practically empty except for you, a waiter and probably a few cooks sitting around in the kitchen. You two always got to enjoy a quiet dinner for your anniversary since everyone was busy spending Christmas eve at home. You smoothed down your clothes before taking a sip of water. You were always comically early for your dates, while Xiaojun was always perfectly on time, apologising for being tardy nonetheless. On cue, he came rushing into the restaurant, a huge grin on his face and muttering his usual apology.

You two sat at the table, enjoying your meal accompanied by a quiet conversation against the soft, classical music playing from the sound system. He made his "lucky the only thing that fell was me for you" joke and you laughed, just like you did every time. People could call you a simp all they wanted, you just loved the man as much as he loved you.

"Merry Christmas!" Xiaojun beamed after he glanced at the clock on the wall, having to squint due to the dim fairy lights.

"Merry Christmas." You chuckled, both of you clinking your wine glasses together.

"I actually have my Christmas slash Anniversary present right here," Xiaojun fished out a box from his coat pocket and placed it in front of you, "Don't open it yet."

"Okay." You nodded.

"It's been three amazing years with you and you've made every Christmas so perfect," he began the sentimental speech he gave to you every anniversary before handing you your gift, "if anything, every day feels like Christmas when I'm with you.

"You're the most special person to me and I know that I want to feel that forever." You shifted at those words, your heart racing when he reached over to open the box and revealed a beautiful ring with your birth stone lodged in the middle.

"Will you marry me?"

"Of course!" You exclaimed, letting him place the ring on your finger before rushing into his arms.

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lazuli-writes · 10 months

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Heaven

summary: Xiaojun riding a harley in Hawaiʻi.

pairing: Reader x Xiao Dejun | Xiaojun

genre: fluff / domestic

estimated word count: 400 words

a/n: Yes, this work is very much inspired by Katy Perry’s song “Harley’s in Hawaiʻi”. Remember folks, copying other people’s works is plagiarism and that’s illegal. Don’t be that kind of person. Anyways, hope you all enjoy it :)

Skies of pink and purple glowed neatly as the sun descended from sight against the horizon. The waves of the cool ocean were light and repetitive as it brushed against the sand dunes of the shore.

The lonely road was a barrier between the sunset kissed beach and the sleeping valley that remained covered in a shroud of green life.

As the wind ripped passed Dejun’s ears, his hands remained tightly around your waist, his chin sat on your shoulders and he held you close as if his life depended on it.

Because it did. Well, kind of.

The roaring of the harley filled the air as you sped down the empty road. Dejun held you close, his fingers grasping, arms encasing and soul intertwining with yours as you pushed the harley to speeds that were likely illegal. Of course Dejun didn't mind, he knew you wouldn't do anything to intentionally hurt him. However, as the tourist this time around in the relationship, he couldn’t help but worry for you. He didn’t want you having to fight for your life with law enforcement over something avoidable.

Despite the worry that simmered deep down, the thrill was breathtaking. It was moments like these that made his heart do cartwheels. Nothing could compare to the simplicity of just being with you. Together like this. Driving between a sunset and a tranquil valley. It was simple. It was fun. It was so you.

The slowing of the motorcycle brought Dejun out of his thoughts. "Why'd you stop?" He asked as he pulled his head from its spot on your shoulder.

A red traffic light struggled to shine against the sun's waning glare. And you turned your head curiously towards your lover.

"Because... The light is red."

"That never stopped you before."

Your face heated up swiftly at his blunt honesty. Despite his innocent nature, you savored the moments where he tested his own boundaries.

"Might wanna hold on then."

The chuckles that left his lips were ones of pure happiness. In that moment, he could have hated how reckless you could possibly be. Or hated how he was stuck on the back of a motorcycle of a thrill seeker.

Instead, he cherished that moment, and so many more like them. Your words. Your voice. Your presence. The feeling of your body. Everything. Nothing in that moment mattered because there was nothing to worry about anymore. Not when they were together, under the embrace of both the sun and moon.

Readily returning to his place attached to your back. Gracing your shoulder with the weight of his head, the harley roared to life before taking off once more. Speeding forward on the empty highway, under the glow of pink and purple skies.

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sugar-petals · 2 years

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sub!Xiaojun║🄰-🅉

↳ nsfw alphabet x femdom!reader

8k words | domestic au ♡ | sub!idols m.list

⚠️ rated m, smut & fluff, anal fixation, bondage, bi undertones, cheating mentioned (they don’t), creampies, kinky but also vanilla sex, pegging, poly mention, ruined orgasms, toys, unprotected & protected sex, mdni

↦ NOTE. | the xiaojun pretty boy agenda has arrived! 💥 includes not just 18+ notes, but romantic ones, too. enjoy the ride 👀

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A ⇥ Aftercare

Honestly? That can take a whopping half an hour. Y’know, soaking your adorable lil’ mess of a honey bun in the bathtub. And, self-care is for tops too, joining yourself once he’s all soaped up. Sure, Xiaojun likes a little spoiling. But then again, he will never say no to some proper face-to-face cuddles and mumbled conversation in bed. Running an entire aftercare bath is sometimes too time-consuming. Especially in a moment when you should be snuggled together, which is the all-time classic that your boyfriend can’t go without to feel gentleness and safety.

It’s not like you can open the tap and tell each other okay three, two, one — right when the tub is full and the water is still warm we literally just came and the afterglow propels us to walk across several rooms! Sex planning doesn’t work like that, and you’ll be way too exhausted anyway. That’s not just shallow pleasure we’re talking about. Making love with Xiaojun is never 50-50. So, the foam crown is for special occasions and later afternoons, not evenings. Taking a bath can make him even more sleepy, we’re talking limbs like jello, than just having had one massive prostate orgasm alright.

So, pillow talk it is. You’re loving that. He talks with great clarity otherwise, but murmuring is a great way to come down. As much as he savors your minute-long back hugs when standing, like in a queue or going by public transport, facing each other when laying down feels much cozier in those golden hours. It’s very warm and it’s very chill. Snogging half the night away with your big ole blanket, covering both of you up to the shoulders, is a staple. He likes personal attention, being doted on, someone caring for him, and feedback. Xiaojun wants all that communication. You know how enormously picky he is with personal space, who he grants and gives it to. So wow, consider yourself the chosen one. The dog’s sure to join, Bella will accompany you on your way to the dreamland like a lucky charm.

B ⇥ Body Part

So you want to know all about the touch me, tease me, feel me up he’s got to offer. Understandable. Xiaojun is an absolute looker. Guess who’s bringing every pretty boy benchmark to the table? Like everything. At the same time. Slender legs, shapely arms, sparkling smile. Small ass waist, elegant neck, sculpted hands, ethereal face, a voice for the gods. His build is stunning, too. Luscious silky hair on top, some pretty impressive brows, smackable cheekbones (uh-huh), maximum huggable body, capacity to look good in any style, everything.

He’s not a snack, he’s not a menu, he’s the entire 5-star restaurant chain. Gotta thank his parent for what they’ve been cooking up. And yes, to add the cherry on top… A little hack: Watch for those smackable peach cheeks. You don’t have that information from me. You’ll be surprised what you’ll find in those pants, and he’s not shy about it. Come on, every good sub has confidence in their ass. It’s your free pillow, stress ball, massage pad, hand rest, and even the occasional seat. Given all those delectable features and dazzling appearance, what more can I say, though. Two words: Full package.

Xiaojun is one sight to see. He also fulfills the height requirement. As far as I’m concerned, and I know others have their own definitions: In order to be an extraordinary pretty boy, you must be below 5’10. Anything significantly above, if you’re a tower, that’s a glamazon in my book. Different category. Think Huening Kai or Hwang Hyunjin. Xiaojun being tiny? Means he’s easier to reach for kissing, hugging, carrying, pinning, looking at his face, the list goes on. His height contributes to the whole picture. It’s simply not enough to nominate one best body part about him. You wake up looking at this eyebrowly masterpiece and can’t decide where to kiss him first.

Like, how good-looking is he. We as a society need to admit that we’re talking about the overall head-to-toe prettiest member of Neo Culture Technology. Whatever neo technology happened to create his molecules, it was indeed a good one. The sexy, cute, hot, and handsome men are plenty in NCT, and the V in WayV stands for Visuals, but only one can be SM’s effortless hottie guy short king incarnate. You know, the one that’s not a little bit of everything (like Taeyong, the true jack of all trades), but straightforward simply pretty. Xiaojun is just that. No matter where you’re looking, there’s a treasure at the end of the rainbow. Imagine hitting the jackpot and nobody talks about it. Though everywhere you walk and talk as a couple, chaos and silent envy ensue.

C ⇥ Cum

I don’t have to tell you that he has a nice opaque texture. The one that has you like oh boy, keep it coming. We need more of this. You’re both on the same page here: Tender-loving sex with endless, endless creampies all night… Xiaojun’s biggest sinful dream. Going at it, maybe two is realistic until both of you feel the need to pause from discomfort, go to the bathroom, and start afresh some 20 minutes after. If it’s very late and the day was rough, he can’t knock himself out five times, y’know. Xiaojun likes a degree of pain, but he’ll also tire and be sleepy in your arms at some point. Which makes him look beautiful, and Xiaojun loves resting with you, but he still wishes he’d not collapse as soon.

His head’s not in the clouds. Xiaojun is well aware that you gotta go pee not to get an infection. And also, if you’re fucking him dry and milking and squeezing the shit outta him, so be it. C’est la vie. That’s what he’s there for. He won’t accuse you of draining his dick so much. But with himself, he’s kinda disappointed in himself for needing longer breaks. He’s the ambitious type, he wants to know he did a good job (!), and wishes bodies would work a little differently (don’t we all) — although he understands that most of nature’s peculiar anatomical design just works the way it does and has a solid reason behind it. It’s more of a sentimental issue: What he thinks he should resent himself for the most is that in his eyes, if only he loved you enough, things could be more consistent, and he’d last the extra rounds rather than passing out where you would fall asleep more slowly than him.

Long story short, two gotta suffice. Hell, nobody’s complaining except him. You think he does a great job. You know you’re loved. It’s good, he satisfies you well, and being vanilla with him is amazing. You really can’t blame your boy for his dripping fantasy and romantic streak, because he’s genuinely talented (as if nobody expected that — he’s Xiaojun, for goodness sake). And honestly. With your pussy wet like that, it feels almost like an extra creampie. Worry not, Xiaojun is definitely seeing the vision. Can you imagine how happy he is knowing you’re so hardcore turned on by his body? Yeah, he admits it, it strokes his ego. But, the knowledge of having a comfortable partner is great in and of itself. He really wants you to be happy and enjoy yourself. Which is why he’s making drama about his fatigue and overworking in the first place. It boils down to Xiaojun wanting more energy to dedicate to you.

On exactly those more energetic days where you got yourself some of that sloppy prime dick, and it’s gorgeous, he’s more than eager to help you clean it all up, and very careful not to overstimulate you. Xiaojun and you sort of switch contraception around as you see fit. It’s basically a mix of everything and what works the best, however you see fit. He likes wrapping it, he likes the semen on his stomach, he likes cumming inside of you. If he does, you don’t need to crook one finger. Xiaojun will make due amends for causing this mess. He’s not a wildass whore like Yuta who will slurp his own jizz right out of you and get spit in his mouth for some proper seasoning on top (Lord knows how much of Yuta’s protein intake comes from sexual activity). Xiaojun prefers the gentle version of having a soft wet towel ready and helping you use a bidet if needed. And if he knows he’d be too tired to be a good boy and clean up, he’ll down a coffee and defy the odds, easy as that.

D ⇥ Dirty Secret

Something that can’t quite be kept so secret: Well… Boners. For your information — he has a lot of ’em. Loose pants working overtime. Yes, he’s horribly flustered. Almost ashamed. He wants to keep it classy, there it goes again. You’re just such a turn-on in his mind and eyes, and his libido is as spontaneous as it gets. The things he has done to hide his erections. Very weird things. Now here comes the real secret: bratty Xiaojun won’t say no to being disciplined for his horny attitude, and getting his orgasms messed up in particular. He wants to go a little crazy and masochistic. Such a practical thing you fancy Xiaojun acting all out on all fours getting a due spanking. He masturbates with you filming the whole thing and giving him orders on whether and when to stroke or not. Every time he won’t obey immediately, that’s one day without sex. If he complies, it earns him another slap on the ass. Oh honey: You know exactly how to do punishment and reward. He does exactly as you say and suffers. Very good. Horny Xiao is taken care of.

Bonus! Another little secret, I know you’re curious… Xiaojun owns a hidden black notebook. Kept safely under his bed. Not the kind these people have in movies, you know the one, where they list and rate their sex conquests. It’s something else. In his book, one will find whole blocks of text, everywhere for pages and pages. Truth is, Xiaojun has been writing yet-undisclosed songs about you. I mean, not how he’s been sucking your tits. That one is replaying in his head already, he doesn’t have to write it down. It’s more intimate and sentimental stuff than that, thoughts he doesn’t find the words to say yet. This book remains tucked away. He might be a Leo as per his zodiac, but he doesn’t broadcast literally everything he does everywhere. The image of him in his gold-lined glasses, sitting on his bed with a pen, that’s pretty memorable. If you ever find out that the black notebook exists is up to him. Little do you know he deliberates whether to gift it to you as a birthday present. Now that’s an idea.

E ⇥ Experience

He’s still 22, man. Merely four years since turning legal, his foundation is literally still building, he’s growing into his sexual nature. Since Xiaojun is so slept on, he did not readily have someone to quite literally sleep on him a lot. There really should have been an older person to mentor him, or anybody ready to take him under their wing like you do now. He had a hard time finding somebody on eye-level who would be equal parts affectionate and sexually compatible.

Humor-wise, too: Very important. Vibing together. Being besties and not just being on a one-week hormone high that would crumble like a house of cards. Bickering with someone is all nice and good, he can be mischievous when flirting, but feeling natural and just clicking is a way different league. It’s better than too much tension and always being close to a fight. The idea of experimenting and becoming less clumsy had a great appeal, but the reality of other people’s complicated personalities and chaos-laden lives, that’s a different thing. He can’t treat those things as separate realms that have nothing to do with each other. Xiaojun sees his partner as a combination of those things, not just through a relationship lens.

Hit and run might feel tempting and many people think it would suit him (they just want a piece of the cake), but Xiaojun was always the skeptical type. He doesn’t want the peculiar encounter of a one-night-stand where a person is in their own world and he remains in his, and he just takes their body to get himself aroused. Thanks, he’d rather take his pillow and go. Wasting himself away is not on the list. He knew he would have been naive buying the praise of the person. He hears superficial and manipulative comments about his looks all too often, although the thought and late-night flirting at countless bars had been promising. Still, Xiaojun is not the type to be walking around open mind open heart, he learned the hard way that you can’t force chemistry, and he’d been too shy and awkward to just fuck everything that moves his way, whoever that may be. He’s clearly told you that his heart has been very selective and closed off.

You’d think people would have been queueing in his text messages and social media DMs, but the most he got? Teasing comments from friends and hyungs or the occasional entitled hookup request from whatever self-declared sexiest person alive which he blocks immediately. Xiaojun can’t stand rude texts, haughtiness, and always suspects people are just using him. Rather, he’d put up an emotional wall and be bitter, frustrated, by himself, distracting his mind, you name it. He wants to read something genuinely nice and not waste his time. He himself texts with a :) at the end of his paragraph, or a 🐶❤️ obviously. A little goes a long way, and he picks up experience bit by bit with you. He wants the strings attached kind of deal, that takes its time to fully form, establish, and settle.

F ⇥ Favorite position

Anything to show off his fantastic back arch. Do the math on which options apply. If you want a hint: It starts with P and doesn’t end with ENIS you dirty mind, but EGGING. You can drive it home like it’s his last, I swear. Xiaojun can deal with some decent girth, but it’s more about the length to reach deeper and deeper. He’s truly fearless. And good at letting go. Your view from behind? C’mon, everyone knows that some of the most beautiful landscapes are found in China. It’s nothing short of magnificent. Xiaojun moves like a champ. You’ll be shocked at how lusty he can get. The moans constant and exasperated, the waist busy busy, and his ass getting to know your hips a little more. Fancy that? Who wouldn’t. Xiaojun would break the Internet if any footage like that would see the light of day, which is exactly why you use a separate hacker-proof camera to tape him.

And, for any non-toy-involving encounters: Any position that is the most pleasant to you. I know, duh. Groundbreaking. Xiaojun’s rule of thumb: If it increases your stimulation and it’s easy to maintain, it’s a good one. If it feels weird and straining to you, or awkward, it’s a bad one. Those are the kinds of things that can’t be decided with rock, paper, scissors. You decide which is which for yourself, and he will adapt accordingly. Xiaojun’s brain works like this: He dismisses everyone else but when he loves someone, he goes like: Just do whatever darling, inspire me, twist me all around as you wish. Whipped Jun, needy Jun, that’s so sexy.

As of lately, standard cowgirl with you bending a little forward (yay to kissies) is the unbeaten favorite for the two of you. First, a lame joke reason I know, because Xiaojun is totally into the renaissance of cowboy culture. So, he likes the name and idea of it. You really took your horse to the Jun Town Road, let me hear you say howdy. Second, it gives you control. No-brainer, the pace is yours and you can roam your hands all over that good good underneath you. All-access pass, well except for the legs but you can always change directions. Reverse cowgirl is only on the menu when he’s sitting down though rather than lying flat. That way, it’s easier to hug and your heads are closer together. And, the tempo is slower, which goes easier on his dick from that more difficult angle.

Third, because he can concentrate on his stamina and breathing rather than moving around like crazy himself. Xiaojun hustles real hard dancing and singing and doing social networks and full-body variety. He might feel a bit weakened by his schedule at the end of the day. Bugs him, but you find ways to work around that. It’s not like you want to be thrown in all directions, nor does he want to do that with you either. Cowgirl is super laid-back. Fourth, the penetration is not too deep nor too shallow. He neither wants to stir you up nor keep you understimulated, so it’s a healthy middle point to get your dick appointment on his pretty lap.

Fifth, every time you sink down on him, your clit makes brushing contact with his pubes. Guess why he keeps it bare and waxed right there. All those fake ass ball shaving ads can eat their heart out, Xiaojun did it before it was cool. No stubble, no straw effect (leave it to the cowboy barn), and enough place for extra lube. Sixth, Jun has that big ole biceps, it doesn’t just exist to look nice and sexy. He can always help you out. No worries running out of leg strength. He’ll make sure you can still walk anyway. Actually, float on air. When he slips out and you wind down smooching, you’re like wow… I’m thoroughly relaxed. Sex is supposed to feel good afterward, not hurt you. Xiaojun abides by that and has your back, and cooks you a tasty noodle soup after making you cum. Sounds like good fun? It is. All while you can look at that unreal face.

G⇥ Goofy

Very much so. He’s funny, reacts to praise by melting and doing a little dance. Ultra adorable. You often feel like he compares quite uncannily to a rabbit. He picked it up from Bella, and it’s weishenculture to be upbeat and clown around. He plays with her so much, it’s so lighthearted, cutest dog dad ever. On the other hand, goofing it up with the kinkiness like the spirit of Taemin and Baekhyun entered his body? Not so much. Xiaojun can be quite measured and ambiverted, level-headed about sex, while at the same time being more emotional than rational.

So, he’s pretty much both. Silly and anticipating. He’s intriguing to say the very least, a personality onion. But mostly, he’s simply itching for a good embrace. He often throws himself into yours out of seemingly nowhere. And he swoons a lot over you, which he reserves for his favorite people only. Mid-sex, it’s either serious or a random joke out of nowhere. He’s bratty enough to earn your reprimands („Xiaojun. Stop acting like a stripper.“), but he also got some major tunnel vision when it comes down to it. Yeah I know, another vision pun snuck in there.

H ⇥ Hair

Groomed, snipped, razored, cropped, buzzed, shortened, clipped, waxed, trimmed, plucked, lasered and conditioned. He takes care of himself. Your boyfriend smells very, very, very good, like raspberry lotion. There’s a pragmatic reason why Xiaojun is such a depilation enthusiast and goes the extra mile is not just for aesthetic reasons. Yeah, he doesn’t like his happy trail. He walks up at the dermatologist to get rid of that. But it also means less effort for post-coital cleaning sessions. He needs his kitchen counter smooth to cook you dinner. You know what I mean, man. Wiping a flat surface is easier when you’ve been creaming all over him, okay.

As much as the look of his super-trimmed pubes is sexy, and keeping it longer is more hygienic — no cuts, burns, ingrowns, irritant shaving balms and whatnot — Jun can’t stand the friction. Even with a lot of lubricant, the stubble would clearly scratch and hurt you. So, that’s off the list. Begone, hair. Same with pits and hairy toes. Taemin Jesus Lord and Savior lend us strength, why does humankind still have that. A quick dry shave can handle those when he’s in a hurry. To your house, what else. His eyebrows stay untouched. They’re fucking great. Best in the world. If I were you, I would paint them and put it in a museum. Thank heavens they’re out there for the world to see because this beauty needs to be displayed.

His actual head’s hairstyle is frequently varied, he’s trying things out. Xiaojun posts selfies asking what you prefer. This, or this, maybe this? He wants to get acknowledged by you and gather opinions. You think that dark brunette tips with dark roots is the best, he pulls it off. Straight or curled, you think both is attractive. It’s the hair dye that matters. In your eyes, too much bleaching and fancy crayon color isn’t his kinda thing. It also destroys the silkiness of his hair, you don’t want him to damage his scalp that way, plus it makes it look like you’re dating a different person. Which is way too strange even if it’s clearly Xiaojun, he fixes his bangs the same way, the way he talks. His signature debut look, you’re rooting for it.

Super white hair ain’t bad on him, sure. But you’ll leave that to old age. Gotta enjoy your black hair while you still have it. Xiaojun takes the advice and is flattered by the thought of you „still liking him as a crinkly old Chinese uncle sitting on the WayV dorm porch with his back problems“ as he puts it. „Handsome crinkly old uncle“, you correct him. Though, he might indeed get back problems from that amount of riding and rug burn. Rest in pieces, Dejun spine. The pros of aging on the other hand? Xiaojun’s cheeky boner will finally be back to normal. Though, he says you’ll still be a hot old auntie, so.

I ⇥ Intimacy

…comes with fewer words and very unambiguous movements. He’s better at telling you how he feels by moaning and dramatic groaning all over the place, and he keeps his talk to a minimum on some days because he’s in such a groovy indulgent mood. Granted, Xiaojun can talk that talk and shower you with compliments as much as you shower him. Regardless, it’s often just a string of „yes“ and „more…“, „here“, and „oh please, oh please“. It’s charming, and it’s hot. You can’t ask for more. He’s keeping it simple, and he’s a master at whispering the good stuff in your ear to keep you on your toes: „Oh shit that feels the best, please do it again“ being one of his gems.

As a submissive who tends to be more delicate, Xiaojun doesn’t like being degraded verbally — physically humiliated yes, but not degraded by talking, big difference — so your dirty talk needs to be a little softened up. For comparison. The likes of Lee ‚Super-Sub‘ Taeyong, Yuta ‚A+ Ahegao‘ Nakamoto and Jung ‚Closet Freak‘ Jaehyun are fine with having their hair pulled all night long, and getting called a stupid slut at maximum shouting volume. Yuta’s just gonna say, is that everything? Are you sure? Don’t you have something wilder in stock? Xiaojun on the other hand likes his hair pulled (heh), but can go without being yelled at. A quick instruction — „bend over, spread your legs!“ — or some rules to abide by are enough for him to submit well.

Another thing. Intimacy is also about understanding to him, right. He took his time to figure out your love language to a T, which is so cute, and vital, and always helpful to avoid misunderstandings. This man, and I know it’s rare these days, still got some logic in his head. Sure thing, he’s pretty enough to play pretend being your guy bimbo if it comes down to it. Hanging onto your every word, enjoying how you’re dolling him up with sexy makeup. He wears it well. But at the end of the day, he takes these things outside the bedroom super seriously. He wants to figure out how you roll and what daily life intimacy looks like in your eyes. Very attentive listener.

J ⇥ Jack Off

Ruts against the bed, or your hips. Or the inside of your thighs, all with his cozy clothing still on. Yum. His boner problem quite frequently meets its violent means and consecutive end in his palm (not his favorite, but it will do) or a particularly aggressive fleshlight you picked out for him (his actual favorite). That’s the kind of „Ok I’ll just close my eyes and stick it out“ kind of orgasm. Well, literally sticking something out. Let me tell you, he doesn’t have any problems with circulation. Ain’t nobody ever call him Xiao Limpjun. He’s a shower rather than grower, and nicely firm rather than those oddly elastic dicks which are just ew. He knows it comes with a bigger risk of breaking his dick off somehow if the angles just aren’t right, but it immensely helps with choking the junior.

Xiaojun once losing control with his sexy hands has landed him in the nasty situation of shooting his cum everywhere, which he sheepishly cleaned up without anyone ever knowing. Can you imagine a sweat-faced, half-naked mess crawling around the room to scrub furniture? That laundry basket was a walk of shame. He vowed to take precautions next time, hence he wound up using the rather practical toy he got from you. It reduced the chance of blasting all around at a serious rate, does the work for him so his wrist won’t go numb (hello, he wants to jack you off later, he needs the energy), and it’s a quick fix.

K ⇥ Kink

Although he likes his fair share of loving body worship, Xiaojun has a thing for callous and sarcastic dommes who whip, smack, and choke his entire brains out every once in a while. Like, someone to put a boot on him. He likes to take a lot. Being at someone’s complete mercy gives him all kinds of vivid dreams. You once found him on the couch sleeping with his arms perched under his hoodie to pinch his nips, and he was whispering something like „Harder. Harder, please“, and it didn’t catch you that much off guard. Whenever he does that, it’s guaranteed that he’s having one of his sadistic gf fantasies.

Talking about your own kinks. He knows you like his arms and hands a little too much. Or is there such a thing as overdoing it? You literally almost pride yourself in perving over them. Xiaojun wants to cater to that. You know, as a treat. He’ll deliberately wear either too-revealing tank tops to make your eyes fall out — he’s here to take his honey’s mind off her worries — or the opposite. Baggy sweaters to conceal the goodies. Especially on days where you have some kind of appointment or serious thing going on. He’d easily distract you otherwise, or add horniness to the stress. Also: His harness collection stays in his wardrobe unless the mood is right, he promised. It’s a tiny little cardboard box, but it’ll grow in the future.

So, you appreciate Xiaojun for adapting his dress code to current situations. When you’re invited to a friend’s garden party? He’s letting it all hang out. Crop top alert. Cleavage, Xiddies (Xiaojun’s Tiddies), half the ribcage, collar bones, neck, shoulders, everything. Or a dangerously transparent muscle shirt that just. Shows even his areolas peeking through. All to spice up any upcoming ‚several people stand in a circle and talk about needless things‘ boredom. With you present, Xiaojun knows how to show off his sexiness in public so you will feel the rabid jealousy of people, which he knows is also something you wanna bask in. Going out by himself, you guessed it: He dresses in like three, four layers, and a big hat or hood on. Sunglasses are a must: Xiaojun’s got some major Medusa eyes, my friend. Looking at them would leave strangers enamored and petrified.

L ⇥ Location

Depends on the moment, but he’s readier to branch out than most. If the surface is even enough, or can be made even, Dejun won’t discriminate. Getting off with you is priority. If it’s steel or concrete, he will use his body as a shield so you won’t need to put your shins, shoulders, butt, or hands on any cold hard surfaces. His dick is the only hard surface at your disposal, the rest can go home. Jun won’t let you kneel on gravel, streets and shit. He doesn’t roll like that. If his back is against something unflexible, he will still manage and endure, best by focusing on you. The hood of your car might be his favorite to lean down against, it’s sturdy yet smooth enough to tolerate some downward movement. The wheels being spring-loaded most definitely helps as well.

He’s balanced enough to get in on inside a little garden house, your underground garage, the dry edge of the bathtub, the shaded balcony with a mat underneath, perched behind a steering wheel, a remote picnic spot between grass, or on clean kitchen surfaces of your choosing. If Xiaojun had a yacht, you’d be making out on every little nook and cranny, the wooden floorboards under the sun, any existing pole, well maybe not the guardrail. But he’s still an expert in having sex while standing, so. You get the idea. He’s flexible. He’s stable. He’s small enough for you not having to climb up a whole tree trunk, and he can lift you up and down for extended periods of time. So, any standing spot can be turned into a juicy ride.

As for the other neos being in the vicinity: They’ll probably lift an eyebrow at him carrying out his business right in front of their salad. Think about how confused Mark is gonna be. So, Xiaojun will avoid letting over 20+ people at once know what he’s usually like moaning. WayV on the other hand doesn’t even care, they’re so used to it. You want something, water, snacks, condoms running out yet? That’s the energy. Long as things aren’t messy and destroying furniture, free pass to fuck however you want. They think it’s fun, and they’re surprisingly unbothered. They’re used to you being a horny couple, and Ten has done things in there ten times as wild hence his name, they treat it as normal and no big deal after some time. Incredible, right. As much of a tease they are, they won’t get in the way of Dejun doing his thing, and you doing yours. They like you.

M ⇥ Motivation

When the curtains close, Xiaojun is deeply romantic and extremely kissy, but his heart is also beating damn fast in your presence. He seeks relief from the burgeoning curiosity, yet remains a little caught inside his shell. Some prodding does help. „Xiaojun? You’re all stuttering again. What’s on your mind, hm?“ Adrenaline aside. When it comes down to it, bonding and healing time is what drives him the most to ask if he can drop by at yours after he’s done practicing. He’s very comfortable with you. Sharing a living space is a good solution, as is the quality time that results. Neither of you regrets that Xiaojun moved in with you.

N ⇥ No

Gazing sideways when the other person doesn’t look. Oh, no, no. Loyalty is key. His opinion is pretty set in stone here. Unlike many of his contemporaries, he doesn’t like entertaining even the faintest thought or flirt with cheating. You, in several ways of the word, are his bias, and he is yours. And we’re not talking monogamy. We’re talking the big dupe. Conning, deceit, lies. It’s okay if you both invite someone real cute for a three- or foursome, or five for the sake of the argument. He’s no prude with that, he’s not possessive. He doesn’t deny that other people are also attractive (although, statistically, 95% of individuals fade into the background standing next to your boyfriend). And Xiaojun can take two dicks up his ass, okay. That’s not the problem here. He doesn’t even stretch that wide, he’s super tight, but he can handle.

Dejun knows you have great taste in people, too. You trust each other sleeping with a third party together. If you want another WayV guy to come and join, he’d be excited. You want Yangyang? You get Yangyang, and he’ll talk German to you between French kisses. But anyway. After all: They arrive for a night, it’s all planned out with consent. You both picked these lovers with care, took them home together, you are both in the know. Dating behind each other’s backs to alleviate emptiness, restraint, or boredom however: He’d not take it well and panic, and blame it all on himself. A concealed love interest operating in the shadows would terrify him. Whether that be someone he himself entertains or someone you have a full-fledged second life with, without him having a clue.

Checking out strangers in the streets or among either of your social circle… Xiaojun just does not let his eyes roam, and he doesn’t crush on others. He just can’t. Too much infatuation with you. If you loved and had sex with someone else behind his back, he’d be in limbo and sheer despair for months, feeling like an entire failure, and disappointed in what you created together. If he found himself sneaking out in the middle of the night, when you were supposed to be fucking or in each other’s arms, the guilt would drive him to consider punishing himself in some way. Even the idea of cheating gives your boyfriend hives, alongside a weird feeling of sadness mixed with disgust. He can’t stand betrayals and unfaithful lovers and pays special mind not to suddenly becoming one himself, leading by example. To sum things up: It’s about devotion.

O ⇥ Oral

Secretly enough, food play is his kinda thing. You found out by seeing him spend minutes at the fridge thinking you didn’t look. Nothing gross though, we’re not talking spaghetti acrobatics with the tomato sauce spilling everywhere. Just regular fruit, like watermelons, that he munches deliciously. Or maybe a big white creamy cake, you can imagine how arousing it is to watch him lick the icing off a generous slice. Cheat day is sexy day. But yes. He likes the dripping juices of fruit. The feeling of his lips enclosing something, the sweetness on the tongue. What kind of literal juicy secret might he be hinting at, let us all wonder? The answer is, he’s good at giving all kinds of head. Xiaojun is very concentrated and enjoys the challenge of coordination. He makes pretty expressive faces that you haven’t seen before, too.

Your boyfriend is chill all the way, he prefers giving over receiving. Some teasing, dragged out licks can make him whine during foreplay or while he’s laid down in full-body bondage. A slow blowjob will unwind and reward him after he took your crazy toys so well without being allowed to cum. Orgasm control all the way. Gotta make his eyes roll back. But at the end of the day? He has an inner eat-pussy demon telling him to jump the gun and just ask: If he can wake you up, should you be okay doing that, with head on days he finds you tightly big spooned around to him in the mornings. Um, basically grinding all over him. And groping his ass. And even biting his ears and neck and arms. Especially biting. Which is usually the surefire sign that you’re already horny in your sleep. Xiaojun doing his daily warmup this way and counting one and one together offering his pretty pink tongue is more than welcome. His face absolutely is too gorgeous not to be between your legs, and the release is perfect to start your day.

P ⇥ Pace

Xiaojun is sure to be passionate, though most of the time, you won’t find him in raging hoe mode losing his composure. Steady riding, steady grinding. Thighs on thighs. Thighs in thighs. Forehead to forehead. In case you’re extra turned on and go buckwild, he can take it with his teeth clenching shut. If you ache to blow off steam and want him to really go at it from behind, his arms will do the work, and he can snap those hips for ya. But if you ask Xiaojun’s personal opinion: He’d prefer rhythmic, gliding strokes over slipping out every other second. That’s just stupid to him. It’s interesting because his dancing style can be very accurate. Super clean, geometric lines. Sleeping with you brings out his more sensual way of gyrating himself between your legs. Again, he leaves nothing to chance.

He’s very good at directing his thrusts rather than messing up your insides from all directions. Jun is intensely exact, and both of you direct your eyes downwards to witness every drop of wetness running down your lips from it. His hands adjust the angles via your hips. Easy business for him after the initial learning period. You always notice how Xiaojun exercises some major gym-inspired self-control, something that you on the other hand have discarded a long time ago. If you want to ravage him, you do. Pounce, he’ll be ready with his arms open and see for himself how he’ll survive the scratching. Where you mark him down, Xiaojun would be the kind of lover to lay his palm flat and hold on. If you were to describe his pacing in one word, it would be: elegant.

Q ⇥ Quickie

Hey Xiaojun you’re so fine, can we spend a little time? He’s great at quick romps and down for whatever you want. Backseat of the car with you enjoying a five-minute ride, back against the wall with your knee lifted against the side of his heavenly body, or classically in the shower when the room is warm enough. You’re keeping up strong eye contact and the speed is actually pretty tame. Neither he nor you would go at it like rabid animals right away. Kisses for warmup, hands for warmup, his sexy moaning, and the way he throws his head back, that does the rest. He knows exactly how to rub your clit for maximum pleasure, so you always allow his legendary hands to multitask.

R ⇥ Risk

Will risk it all for his noona kink. Who are we kidding. His Mars is in Scorpio, baby. He could steal the Declaration of Independence and nobody would notice. Xiaojun’s idea of danger is hidden behind heavy doors. Literally, drag this man’s ass to a dungeon already. Like moth to the flame, Xiaojun can’t deny he likes experiencing the thrill of a certain calculated panic. He’s okay being firmly tied down to something to the point of having to rely entirely on you. In fact, he doesn’t even consider rigging that risky. He blindly trusts you. Most probably, because he also wears blindfolds exceedingly well while we’re at it.

The only thing he’d consider too reckless is anything too advanced (say, that’s hooking up your sub to some electro-shocker device, or suspending them upside down) and banging on a piano. It’s too valuable for that, although he gets why that would be sexy. He can play for you as the literal fore-play.

S ⇥ Stamina

Even after everything we’ve established, come on: Xiaojun’s stamina is pretty banging. Just not very high /by his standards/ which are absurdly strict. You’re not gonna talk it out of him, he’s gotta realize himself. But don’t underestimate his self-improvement and athletic ability. Those gym hours also count into his superb Greco-Romanian physical form. Okay I’m exaggerating, but he does look like a statue, and he’s super fit.

He’s also good at creating a great transition between rounds and makes for an amazing lay when it comes to lazy sex in the middle of the night. In one phrase, Xiaojun is the expert of the intermezzo. Which is very underestimated. If you don’t know what to do in breaks and transitions, you will have a lackluster experience. Xiaojun is big-brained enough to know those essentials. Let me put it like this: You don’t walk out of that bedroom having to lie to yourself.

One of his biggest pros is that Xiaojun does not get sexually bored. Why? Because he knows how to enjoy making love. It’s not about going from one position to the other in record time, or pounding the living hell out of you in twenty seconds. He’s extremely, and I’ll emphasize it again, extremely deliberate. He has a lot of zen going and that’s good for him. And: Good for you. Nobody is as fixated on getting you off consciously as Xiaojun. He also doesn’t lose appetite for some delicious making out and doesn’t demand to go more and more and even more extreme as time passes. He might dream about improving his third-round skills a little too much, but other than that, he’s down to earth about his wishes. You really like that your boyfriend stays grounded, or doesn’t pretend he’s Ten on a Friday night. Kun would be proud.

T ⇥ Toy

Xiaojun’s showing his inner geekin’ weirdo when costumes are involved, but this is about toys, not roleplay. He needs something way up his ass. As we know, he has an ass to talk about, not the absolute jiggliest, but it’s there. He’s down with the feeling and you’re convinced that his prostate must be like overactive or something. The doc says he’s fine, so the only answer is called nicely-shaped silicone toys.

The very spot needs constant heavy-duty stimulation. Xiaojun can’t help his peach fixation and dicks himself down with lord knows which vibrator when you’re not around, but hey: Nobody clean as him. Knowing how to prepare is his specialty. He comes to rub and tease his ass on your lap whenever he senses that you’re in the mood for something. Xiaojun, quit twerking. Just pull your pants down.

One time you decided that the tables were turned, and you made him give it to you doggy style with a fuckton of lube, hands clinging on the sides of your ass. Since Jun is not working with a massive tool, you can imagine how well he slipped in. The stimulation was pretty sweet and perky, it surprised you. Xiaojun on the other hand, he did not come very far. Literally. He came. In one and a half minutes. You think his brain must have imploded and he lost it. You know that feeling when you’re loving something but it’s too much? He had it.

U ⇥ Unfair

Nope. Xiaojun, ever the trickster you think, is damn fair with his lover. He pays a lot of attention for things to be equal. If you want unfair choose Ten, or if you look for a lunatic sub, the crazy motherfucker Yangyang. Xiaojun on the other hand has a surprising code to go by. A favor he will return, a teasing he will follow up with the real deal, and if there’s a way to masturbate you when he’s already finished, he will never hesitate.

V ⇥ Volume

Aside from the fact that he’s vocal in several languages at once? In typical fashion, Xiaojun has even more tricks up his sleeve just because. But more on that in just a second. We need to talk about how he expresses himself first. Definite big yes. You love listening to him. Call it Love Talk, honey. He’s the type you wanna record on your phone so you can listen to it again way later. Technology’s useful in kind of immortalizing him, actually. One language is already hot enough, and he just comes at you being this sexy polyglot? Now that’s a turn-on. Cantonese, Mandarin, Korean, English. Let that sink in. He can set any mood he wants.

When we’re talking date night noises: Gives you the whole range like he’s Mariah. Silent and breathy, faint and whimpering, loud and in pain, opera singing… I’m just kidding. It really is just all about going with the flow. Xiaojun isn’t really cookie-cutter in bed, it’d be hard to generalize how he sounds, with a vocal skill like that anyways. As for you, he has an inexplicable schtick for someone who can be stern and silent. A stoic top, if you will. He doesn’t need you producing a whole novel or talking like there’s some kind of script. Xiaojun got eyes to read your body language, and the rest of his senses to know everything else. He’s audible enough — and on pitch, of course — to fill the room himself. His moans are like therapy. He’s very easy on the ear.

But the loud and painful one, we need to get back to this, though. I’m gonna hit you with a psychology trick. Know a man’s playlist and you know who he wants as a partner. Know a lady’s, and you know who she wants to be. The fact that Xiaojun loves none other than Red Velvet tells you everything. Like listen. He believes in femdom supremacy, heavily armed supernatural girlfriends going psycho, strong female character fight mode, bad boy slander, bfs under control, toxicity, weirdness, obsession, witches, unhinged sorority violence, spooky girls kicking and beating up men, shooting them, axe murdering them, deceiving and trapping them, or maybe torturing those petty boys if they’re merciful enough. You name it.

Show me one major Red Velvet music video where guys are treated and sang about nicely. Last time I checked, they went Robin Hood on some pizza delivery dudes while running their coven. Your guy Xiaojun is literally vibing and dancing to this for fun. Ask yourself what it means. I guess… you don’t really have to bring out a vile, predatory, and murderous side of yours and acquire a real body count. It doesn’t need a whole femme fatale makeover. I don’t think you need a whole crossbow either (perhaps a riding crop instead, scaling down a little). But maybe he likes to be handled a little roughly, or, say… some expertlyly done knife play makes him scream out loud. Just saying. He likes Red Velvet. Something is up with that.

W ⇥ Wild Card

You found out that the kinky side of Xiaojun is a dog on a leash kinda submissive. In a world of catboys, he is the puppy. Don’t get me wrong. You can never have enough kitties. Taeyong and Ten are legally permitted to wear as many cat ears and say as many meows as they want to. But Xiaojun is taking sides. You think he’s into weirder ways of dressing up, like this man walked up in a skintight slutty Venom costume once and stuck out his booty. And you went like, are you a certified monster fucker, do I need to grow some big throbbing tentacles after consuming a magic potion?

But he’s surprisingly different behind closed doors. He’ll crawl on his knees or caress his cheek against yours. Sometimes, he likes to stick his tongue out in weird ways, not even noticing it until you take a picture. So, that’s pretty cute. Xiaojun is a preppy kind of boyfriend in terms of fashion anyway. Lately, you buy him presents that all have to do with either personal care or clothing items. Xiaojun getting all pampered with gifts like perfume and satin chokers and delicate chain necklaces, you can imagine that he’s gonna wear this weekly, if not more often. So, a leash is not the only way to adorn him.

X ⇥ X-Ray

As nice underneath his clothing as what you can see clothed. After all, Prince Xiaojun is pretty all over. This is no exception. He doesn’t sparkle, but it’s close. His dick is perfectly small-to-moderate and compact, straight throughout and only slightly bendable, but otherwise flexible at the very base. So that’s interesting. No major veins to be seen. The tip is rather flat but fleshed-out like a rosebud, and hell yeah, he’s properly cut. Like completely. Which is very nice and feels twice the heaven. The entire shaft has a nice symmetrical texture that’s part vertically structured, part fine and smooth, the skin isn’t extremely thick. If it couldn’t get any better, his balls are nice and rounded, being all snug next to another. You get what I mean, rather than oval and strung together by excess skin. In other words: Very plump and full. Something you appreciate.

Beside the ass pics and selfies, they constitute the bulk of pictures you have of him on your phone because frankly, you’re obsessed. Covered in your cum, his cum, fake cum, clear lube, his spit, your spit, the fabric of his tee, or nothing at all fresh out of a warm shower, which means they’re kinda swollen. Makes it even better. Gotcha. You’re one picture away from putting that into your damn wallet. You love sitting down on them, you love feeling them, you like to squeeze and pinch and bite your heart out. Needless to say, Xiaojun is shy about that, and of course sensitive, but he got used to you being extremely zealous. You haven’t exactly had a passion for balls before meeting him, and you doubt someone else could be this appealing. But Xiaojun’s equipment seriously changed your mind. He simply doesn’t compare.

Y ⇥ Yearning

You mean, in today’s perfectly elegant terms, simping. Your soft-spoken, slightly extra honey deer Xiaojun has perfected the please-please begging pupper eyes, but will only use it on things you gladly like to give to him. Such as a little squeeze to the bum. Or a firmer one, on hornier days. Grab it like it’s pizza dough, you only live once. Booty aside, he really misses you a lot when you can’t be together for some work-related reasons, damn you capitalism reason number 507,063.

If your job has you traveling somewhere for two weeks, Xiaojun is pretty preoccupied during the daytime, but it’s still unusual. His bedroom eyes have nowhere to go, what to do? At night, the full realization hits and he’s miserable slouching in your sheets. And mighty cranky that he feels this way. He takes those things out on writing something, but it never satisfies. He needs company, you to giggle with. He can depend on himself, and he has friends, but it doesn’t cut.

Although he has a routine — he can game, he can work out, he can dance, he can eat — Xiaojun really falls into a rut being by himself. He might call up Ten and get sound advice because Chittaphon is a wise man, but a few phrases still can’t substitute for your presence and cuddles, nor your tone. Which is why you leave him voice messages pretty often. He really is obsessed with the way you speak, by the way. Xiaojun’s hanging on your lips.

Z ⇥ ZZZZ

Sleeps like a very exhausted angel. Xiaojun needs his green tea before sleeping, it’s his habit. Is very silent, turns often, and frequently has his eyes deceptively open but he’s not awake. Takes deep breaths and sleeps in lots.

[★ read the alphabet on ao3]

++ FINAL NOTE - hope you enjoyed, i wanted to go wild & create a more lengthy and in-depth version of his classic format. makes me want to write more about nct, this group got so many subby gems in it. i’ve written stuff with ten sporadically but it’s my first time publishing something so long about wayv so excuse any mistakes ✊

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