#yangyang drabble

[teasteeper]

no one but you (l.yy)

masterlist | part 2

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

genre: angst, smut 18+ minors dni

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

words: 1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Babe-"

"D-Daddy. Call me daddy."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The poor kid’s in love.”

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

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

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

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[aces-parrows]

slumber symphony | yangyang

pairing: little!yangyang x neu!reader word count: 561 genre: fluff, drabble warning(s): not proofread, anti agere dni, sfw interactions only summary: when yangyang is sick and falls asleep on top of the blankets, it's up to y/n to tuck him in so he can rest comfortably inspired by a prompt from this post by @urfriendlywriter

from the moment that yangyang woke up this morning, it was evident that he was unwell. his eyes lacked the usual spark of excitement, appearing glassy and exhausted - a stark contrast to the eyes you were used to seeing in the morning. this disparity was even more pronounced, particularly when he woke up regressed. in fact, his eyes even seemed watery, clearly irritated from the illness.

his fussiness was another clue, as he seemed determined to remain under the warm protection the blankets provided his shivering body; no matter how much he was sweating. he grew even more fussy if you tried to leave the bed, wanting you to remain close by for extra comfort.

as much as you yearned to linger in bed with him for the entire morning, the pressing responsibilities as his caregiver eventually pulled you away. with his nose runny and a persistent cough that was clearly beginning to test what little patience he already had; yangyang needed medicine, tissues, anything to ease the discomfort he was currently feeling.

you reluctantly peeled yourself away from the fussy little, the cool hitting you as you left the warmth of your bed. he remained nestled under the covers as you exited the room on the search for things to make your little feel even the slightest bit more comfortable than he clearly was in this moment.

as you attended to him throughout the day, you could see the poor boy was exhausted, especially once the medicine seemed to be easing his symptoms. he did leave the bed once his fever subsided some, requesting some food and to watch tv in the living room with you.

eventually, you had to go buy more tissues for him, seeing as he went through a box within just a few hours. as tempting as it was to have him tag along, you recognized he was in no condition for that, especially considering the winter chill outside. the brisk air would only intensify the flush in his cheeks and his runny nose would likely worsen beyond the current state. you promised him that you would only be gone for five minutes, thankful a store was within walking distance.

upon your return home, it seemed oddly quiet. no tv, no music, nothing. you removed your shoes and coat before tiptoeing to the bedroom, unable to hold back a soft coo when you discovered yangyang fell asleep, clutching his stuffed bunny, asleep on top of the blankets.

now, you knew he might get cold, so you had to figure out how to tuck him back in without disrupting him too much. with a gentle touch, you caressed yangyang's cheek while softly whispering to wake him up, while keeping him at the border of dreamland.

"hey sunshine," you said softly, "can you get up for a moment so cg/n can tuck you in?"

yangyang's eyes fluttered open as he nodded softly, still clutching his bunny. "okay, cg/n."

the delicate dance of tucking yangyang in was done within under 30 seconds, with yangyang falling back asleep almost immediately after thanking you for tucking him in.

you placed a soft kiss to his forehead, which thankfully wasn't as warm as it was earlier. petting his hair a couple times as you wishes him sweet dreams, reminding him that you would be there if he needed anything else.

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[mint-yooxgi]

Just had an idea of a yandere drabble, WayV as kings of different kingdoms fighting for Y/N who’s a maid for one of the members.

That sounds complex….

"Pardon the intrusion," a voice from the open doorway catches your attention and you turn to meet the gaze of Soyeon, another of the palace servants whom you've worked with on occasion, "our king would like to see you in the grand hall."

You nod, placing your cleaning tools to the side and wiping your hands off on a cloth, "I'll be right there."

Soyeon leaves you after that, probably to go inform the king that you will indeed, be right there. As you traverse the many halls, you begin to wonder what the king could have summoned you for. After all, you know his friends, some neighbouring kings and princes, are at the palace currently for a visit.

Meanwhile, within the grand hall, seven men stand precariously throughout the room. One sits on his throne, leaning to one side as he rests his elbow on the arm of his seat, head being supported by his hand. He frowns.

"I was the first one to propose a transfer of his maid to me, so I should be the one to attain them," King Ten says, voice firm and commanding.

"And since I am the youngest out of all of you geezers, I should be the one to have them," Prince Yangyang crosses his arms. "I'll make sure they're treated the best out of all of you."

"That's bullshit," Prince Hendery seethes, pushing himself upright into a standing position from the pillar he had just been leaning against.

Kun straightens himself on his throne, the king leaning back as his expression narrows in on the youngest prince, "are you saying my own treatment of my favourite person under my service is insufficient?"

"It could be better." Prince Lucas scoffs. "They'd be best off with me."

"No one is 'better off' with you," King Sicheng rolls his eyes, malice clear in his voice.

Xiaojun, the newest crowned king amongst them, scowls, "you six are so narrow minded. Always treating them like all they're meant to do is serve you."

"You have no idea of the plans I have for them once they become mine," Ten's gaze is deadly as he fixates on King Xiaojun from across the room.

"Yours?" Prince Hendery is the one to scoff this time. "Do not make me laugh. I will be the one to have them in the end."

"You're delusional if you think I'll let you be the one to take them away from me." King Sicheng's voice is low, threatening as his eyes flash.

"What makes you think you're worthy of them?" Prince Yangyang growls.

"And you are?" Prince Lucas looks at him in bewilderment.

"Neither of you could ever treat them as well as I could." King Xiaojun spits. "Instead of wasting their talents on mundane tasks and keeping them only to serve me, I would raise them to the stars with me. Treat them like the royalty they are, that they will be. With me."

Six pairs of eyes flash, Xiaojun's words striking deep and true with his intentions. Intentions which they all share in one form or another. For he is not the only one who will make it so that you rule by his side, like you've always been meant to do; where you've always been meant to be.

An argument breaks out amongst the royals, each man bickering back and forth between each other. Some stand firm in their spots while others not so subtly begin to reach for their weapons. After all, none are afraid to kill to get what they want, and what they all want is you.

The whole while, Kun sits on his throne, silent and observing. Each and every one of their trivial voices falls on his ears, their arguments beginning to raise in volume the more time that passes.

His shoulders begin to shake. Slowly at first, as silent chuckles escape him, until he can no longer contain the laughter that falls from his lips. The six royals turn to look at Kun.

"You all are pathetic," Kun shakes his head, tutting all the while. "You're all forgetting one major component to all of this."

"Enlighten us." Ten crosses his arms.

Kun meets his gaze, a darkness lingering there that none of the others have seen before ."They have been and always will be mine."

As if to emphasize his point, a knock sounds at the grand hall doors, a guard opening the door to announce your arrival. In an instant, you are stepping through the threshold and bowing to the seven royals in the room. As soon as you right yourself, you meet Kun's now tender gaze.

"My King," you address him as you always have done, but what you fail to notice is how the others stiffen at your choice of words. Kun smiles. "You wanted to see me?"

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[rainbowhao]

spilled secrets ♡ yangyang

genre: fluff ⭒ word count: 0.5k

“how come you’re always hugging him?” 

yangyang’s comment takes you by surprise. he raises his eyebrows in question, pink lips pursed as he sips his milk tea. you glance toward the entrance of the cafe; you can see ten’s retreating figure through the window, heading back to practice after a quick lunch.

“are you jealous?” you joke.

he responds all too casually, “yeah.”

your eyes widen. “you like ten?”

yangyang chokes, boba nearly getting stuck in his throat at your ridiculous words. he lets out several loud coughs, cheeks turning red before eventually catching his breath. his hand slams down on the small table while looking up at you, eyes nearly covered by his overgrown bangs.

“what did you just say?” he says incredulously. you’re getting ready to repeat yourself when he bursts into laughter, mouth widening to reveal the gummy smile you adore. “are you serious?” he asks a moment later, taking another hesitant sip of his drink—for all yangyang knows, you’ll be telling him xiaojun’s in love with him next; that’ll really make him snort it out his nose.

you lean back in your seat, head tilting. “i’m confused. didn’t you say you’re jealous? wait—were you just being sarcastic?” you mentally face-palm. you should have figured he was messing around. for all the years you’d known each other, the word sincerity had never been in your best friend’s vocabulary.

this only has yangyang giggling harder. “you’re really dumb, huh?” his tone is gentler than you expect. now he’s insulting you? in a cute way? what the hell were you missing?

the next several minutes are spent in deep contemplation while the two of you finish your drinks. he leads you out the building with his arm wrapped around your shoulder, muttering about you owing him compensation for nearly choking to death.

“don’t talk like that around ten.” he brings a hand up to shield his eyes from the sun. “he’ll lose his shit.” he’s grown out his hair at your request, blonde strands matching the pastel shirt he wears today. you reach into your jean pocket, pulling out your sunglasses before offering them to him with a smile.

“weren’t you the one who insinuated it?”

“nope.” he shakes his head. “i’m jealous of you, babe. get it now?” he bites his lip, glancing at you nervously. his arm still hangs on your shoulder, fingers brushing your skin as you walk. your glasses now rest on the tip of his nose. subtlety doesn’t work on you—that much is clear—so screw it. he was tired of dancing around the fact he likes you anyway.

“you’re kind of hugging me right now though, aren’t you?”

he hums, lips tugging in amusement. “i want more than this, though.”

“like what?” your gently push your elbow into his side, directing him further to the side when you hear a car approaching from behind. 

“how about we go on a date?” any cheekiness is gone now. his fingertips graze your collarbone. he continues when you don’t immediately respond. “i’m being serious. let me take you out.” 

this is a plot twist you're not expecting; somehow the idea of yangyang liking his group mate was more believable than him secretly crushing on you. the unexpected revelation of his true feelings has your heart racing, but even so, you still can't help but ask, “are you paying?”

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[bloodyhoon]

[7:38pm]

pairing: boyfriend! yangyang x female! reader.

genre: smut & fluff.

warnings: mutual masturbation, petnames, slight mention of shower sex, english is not my first language so there may be grammal or spelling errors.

words: +900

requested!

the different schedules that you and yangyang had in both of their daily routine limited the moments they had to spend together. even if you lived together, you were still out of the house for most of the day and by the time you returned home, you were both tired enough to talk more than a little about how your day had been and then fall into a deep sleep. the weekends were sacred to you, you didn't leave each other's side and spent hours lying there doing nothing, watching a movie, listening to music or just silently curled up with a blanket over your bodies.

it was the afternoon, you were both hugging on the couch at home watching some boring sunday program in silence and sleepy, boredom causing your boyfriend to hold your face and kiss you tenderly. sitting next to each other, it was just a few seconds later when the kiss became intense and hot, your mouths opening and giving way for your tongues to touch. yangyang hands caressed your bare thighs up and down, your body was barely covered by a oversize hoodie and your panties. you sighed, moving closer to him when his hand stroke the inside of your thigh, silently forcing you to open your legs, but not going up any further than your thigh, dangerously brushing against your core still covered in your panties. you separated from his lips and with your eyes closed you pressed your forehead to his.

"please" you asked with a whimper. yangyang smiled softly and with the hand that wasn't between your thighs, he moved the hair away from your face.

"please what, love?" stroke your red cheek.

“please touch me” those words sounded painful as you lazily held his wrist to guide it to your pussy. he felt her entire body heat up and her cock twitch to that action.

he smiled wide. "since you asked nicely"

he crashed his lips against yours again and his hand went up, your legs opened even more to give him the access he was looking for, he touched your pussy over your underwear feeling the wetness in it and let out a sigh of satisfaction that was lost between kisses.

"so wet"

your hands that were resting on his shoulders went down his chest, caressing over his shirt, falling onto his lap. his hand went into your underwear and with two fingers caressed the entire length of your pussy, spreading your fluids from top to bottom and moistening it as much as he could. your body trembled and you felt slightly embarrassed at being so wet with just a few touches, but that was the effect the boy had on you. every touch and every word intoxicated you completely.

“yang” you whimpered as his fingers subtly played with your clit and he stare at you squirming in your place, his gaze deep and penetrating. your hand clung to his thighs and you moaned, lowering your gaze to his crotch, the bulge in his pants drawing your attention completely. as you desperately attached your lips to his again, you didn't wait and shoved a hand inside his cotton pants, slipping past his underwear and wrapping your fingers around his length, drawing a desperate moan from the back of his throat, his hips thrusting against your hand while his hand still on your clit moved at an agonizing pace. “more please” you moaned into his lips, he inserted his middle finger into your pussy feeling your wet walls tighten. your hand tightened on his cock and you began to move it up and down slowly, your thumb marking circles on the tip of his cock, making him groan into your lips.

“fuck, you're so hot, keep going” he murmured and inserted another finger inside your pussy, stretching it and causing a dizziness in your head, your body involuntarily pushing against his hand and moaning as he fucked you with his long fingers increasing the speed. your movements matched his and you began pumping his cock with the same speed and intensity. the living room echoed with the embarrassing wet sounds of your movements and the soft moans that escaped from both mouths that joined and separated at a messy rhythm. his agile fingers continued to fuck you now frantically and his thumb squeezing your clit shook your entire body "yang, i'm going to cum" you warned, your head falling onto his shoulder as your hand continued to move along his length at a messy pace.

"cum with me, pretty girl"

yangyang let out small whimpers and moans as you continued to jerk him off at the same pace that matched his curled fingers moving in and out of you. both bodies shook violently as let go in the intense orgasm that hit your bodies hard. both of you relaxed completely and felt weak as recovered from the orgasm.

the vague sound of the tv in the background accompanied your irregular breathing, both in silence while your hands were still on your bodies respectively. yangyang turned around facing you and held you in his arms, lifting you up and placing you on his lap. you snuggled into his chest and felt his hand go up and down your back tenderly. you felt a little shy about what happened minutes before, even though you both had incredible trust in each other and had been together for a long time. "are you embarrassed?" he tried to see your face and you hid in his neck, making him giggle. "baby, this is nothing compared to the dirty things we've done before" you hit his chest ashamed and he laughed again, pressing you tightly against his body. "god, you are so fucking adorable"

"i feel sticky" you blurted out without thinking, uncomfortable with the wetness between your legs. "i'm not ashamed," you assured shyly. “that was hot” he laughed again at your words and placed a kiss on your forehead. yangyang looked into your eyes, smiling reassuringly. his eyes were shining and made you feel desired, made you feel loved and mainly he made you feel safe. like at home.

"second round in the shower?" he asked, his voice was suggestive and something told you that you had no choice, so you nodded and yangyang effortlessly lifted you into his arms almost running to the bathroom, causing you to scream and laugh hysterically as you felt the butterflies flutter in your stomach.

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[sxcret-garden]

Yangyang ღ 4:56pm [M]

ღ WayV Yangyang x fem-bodied!reader ღ words: ~1.7k ღ genre: smut (dom!Yangyang is a bit demanding, some teasing, fingering, unprotected sex) ღ warnings: (he picks the reader up, reader is implied to be smaller than him) ღ prompt: against the wall

A shiver runs down your spine when you feel his hot breath tickling your neck, lips ghosting over the skin to tease you. His hands are firmly placed on your sides, meant to keep you from escaping his hold, while your back is pressed up against his chest. You wouldn’t have tried to get away even if he let you, and he probably knows, because the next thing you hear is him letting out a soft, breathy laugh.

“Babe… come spend some time with me,” your boyfriend Yangyang says, making it sound desperate, as if he was begging for you, but you know it’s all an act to have you wrapped around his finger faster. 

“Baby…” you mumble, about to say that you have things to do, that you have no time to spare, but when you feel him attaching his lips to your nape and dragging them towards your jaw with sloppy kisses, the words simply get stuck in your throat.

“I’m really horny…” he mutters as his mouth hovers above your ear now, before he kisses your cheek. “Want you…” Reason leaves you as you feel him continue to scatter lingering kisses all over your neck, and as he pulls you even closer to him, so you can feel his bulge against your ass. You don’t have a single thought to waste on what you should be doing right now, with your needy boyfriend working so hard to put you in a similar state to his.

As he drags his lips back up the side of your throat, one hand leaves your hips in order to get a hold of your chin instead, turning your head so he can lock lips with you. The way he demandingly moves his lips against yours makes you moan into his mouth, which he takes as permission to deepen the kiss. His tongue slips into your mouth as he spins you around in his hold so you’re facing each other now, and then he slowly makes you walk backwards. Your shoulders gently hit the wall behind you just when he breaks the kiss, and his half-lidded eyes remain rested on your mouth. 

“Yangyang…” you whisper his name, unsure of what to follow up with, but your boyfriend merely draws back in.

“What?” he mutters against your lips, before kissing you again. Your hands find his shirt, fingers digging into the fabric as you try to hold onto him. With his hips against yours, he pushes you fully up against the wall, keeping you in place, and as you part, you find a dangerous glint in the way he looks at you. “You’re so cute…” he breathes, and you frown at him.

“Where…?” Yangyang grins at you now, reaching for your wrists and even though you try to resist him, he brings them up above your head with ease, pinning you to the wall.

“Everywhere,” he answers, placing a kiss on the corner of your mouth, before he elaborates, “Especially when you’re all flustered like this." 

"Where am I-?!” You get ready to argue with him, but even you can’t deny the way his words and actions make blood rush to your whole face, and the way your heart beats like crazy. 

“Everywhere. As I said.” Your boyfriend gives you another grin - a victorious one, because he knows that he has you exactly where he wants you now. Then he buries his head in the crook of your neck, starting to kiss and nibble on your skin.

“D-don’t leave a mark…” you say, but he doesn’t want to listen.

“But I want everyone to see that you’re mine,” he simply retorts, and you can feel your knees growing weak. As he’s making his way to your collarbones, lips exploring everywhere your shirt isn’t covering your skin, he moves his hips away from yours, slipping his hand down in between your bodies instead. He unbuttons your pants with one hand, sliding past the hem and making you shiver as his fingertips find the fabric of your underpants. A moan escapes you as he begins to lazily run a finger up and down your folds, and warmth rushes to your core.

“L-let’s at least take this to the bedroom…” you mumble, and he lifts his head to look at you.

“No,” he says, pressing his finger against your clit to make you whine again. “I want you right here, right now.” You feel a need to protest - after all you’re in the hallway between the living room and the kitchen, which is not a very good place to have sex in your opinion - but somehow the lust-filled look he gives you won’t let you speak. Instead, it just makes you anticipate what he would do to you, and so you decide to be patient.

Yangyang’s lips meet yours again, and you almost sigh in disappointment when his hand wanders from your core to your stomach, pulling up your shirt. He parts from you for a second to slip it off you, tossing it to the ground as he reaches for your hands that you didn’t dare to move from their position above you, and he shoots you a satisfied smile, as if he wanted to praise you for keeping them there. His other hand reaches behind your back, unclasping your bra skillfully and removing it, letting it fall to the floor as well. Then he guides your arms to his shoulders for you to put them there.

“Hold onto me,” he tells you, and you obey, wrapping your arms safely around his neck as he goes in for another open-mouthed kiss. He is quick to cup one of your breasts with his warm palm, kneading the tender piece of flesh and teasing your nipple, causing you to throw your head back as you break the kiss. Attaching his lips to your exposed throat, he kisses his way down, eventually nipping at your collarbones as you hold onto him. 

“Feels good?” he asks, and you immediately nod, moaning in response. “Then how about… this?” Yangyang lets his fingertips dance down your belly, now slipping his hand underneath your panties and touching you directly.

“Mmhh… f-feels better…” you mewl, shutting your eyes tightly and moving your hips towards his touch. You moan as he dips a finger inside, but he pulls right out again, repeating the procedure a few times until you’re starting to get frustrated. “Baby… m-more, please,” you beg, and you earn yourself a kiss before he pushes his finger inside properly.

“More?” he asks. “One finger can’t be very satisfying…”

“P-please…” you whine.

“So cute…” your boyfriend coos over you, and he rewards you by pushing another finger inside with ease. Slowly curling them against your walls, he watches your reactions closely, and eventually you can feel your thighs starting to tremble from the pleasure. You let your head fall forward, leaning against his chest as you hold onto him tightly, moaning and begging for more.

“More…?” Yangyang repeats. “I’ll give you something even better, then.” As he pulls his fingers out, you’re overcome by a sense of deprivation, but when he begins to unzip his own pants, pulling them down just enough so his bulge covered in his boxers is visible, you begin to understand what he’s about to do. “Help me out here, babe,” he whispers, before reaching behind him to retrieve one of your hands, guiding it to his core. You touch his length, palming him through his underwear, earning yourself a groan while he places his forearms against the wall on either side of you to support himself.

“Fuck, babe… Y/N, I want to fuck you so bad…” he groans through gritted teeth as you can feel him grow under your touch, until the strain must be painful for him. Eventually, he makes you stop, and he pulls his boxers down too, ordering you to remove your pants. You’ve barely slipped out of them when he places his hands behind your thighs, telling you to hold on tight, and when you’ve safely wrapped both arms around his shoulders, he picks you up. Pushing inside you with one eager thrust, he makes you moan and he stops his movements right away to let you adjust to his size. “Tell me when you’re ready,” he says, and you can feel his breath on your cheeks as he speaks.

“I’m ready,” you let him know soon after, and Yangyang doesn’t hesitate for a single second. He rolls his hips against yours in slow, smooth motions at first, but as he gets more impatient, he quickly picks up some speed. “F-fuck…” you curse, unable to do anything other than cling to him and to moan at the pleasure of having him inside you. “F-feels so good…” You can feel him digging his fingernails into your skin, the pain mixing with the pleasure and sending you into a state of pure bliss. Legs wrapped around him, you try to move your hips so he would reach deeper inside you as he fucks you against the wall.

“I won’t last long, babe,” he tells you, his voice sounding strained. “You feel so good…”

“D-don’t stop now… please don’t stop…” you find yourself begging, head spinning from the position you’re in and the way he fucks you so good. “I-I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum…” You come undone while moaning his name, feeling your walls contract around his cock, and along with him growling your name, he fills you up with his warm seed. You stay in your position for a few moments, so you can each come down from your highs, until eventually he slips out of you, setting your feet back on the ground.

“That was… nice…” you say, back leaned against the wall while you’re still trying to catch your breath. Your boyfriend draws closer to give you a short kiss, and then he grins at you.

“We can still go to the bedroom now,” he mischievously suggests. “And have round two there.”

#wayv smut #yangyang smut #nct smut #wayv x reader #yangyang x reader #nct x reader #wayv scenarios #wayv imagines #wayv drabbles #yangyang imagines #kpop smut #smut

[sherwees]

i need more of manipulative yangyang, just gaslighting u and u falling for absolutely everything he does

I put it as first person at first bcs it helps me write better so if you see an I or my anywhere,pls ignore it.. and tell me.

THIS IS CONNECTED TO THIS

cw: manipulation, forced breeding, the smallest daddy kink (literally mentioned once), rough sex, yangyang has a breeding kink, dumbification, baby trapping, DEGRADATION, dubcon elements.

Your toothbrush laid discarded in the sink, veins sprawled and protruded through your hand gripped on the sink for dear life. Yangyang's thrusts were quick and relentless, chasing his own pleasure as his cock never left within 3 inches of your cervix. You were drooling and murmuring curses and pleas under your breath, going dumb to his advantage and liking; your finger tips turned pale as your mind melted away to pure bliss.

“yang–” you attempted to hiccup but his unyielding hand found your poor scalp. Your teeth clenched, an electric shock sprawled from your scalp to your neck, your walls clenched and unclenched around his rushed thrusts. The ridge of his tip kissed your cervix, pounding and abusing it. There was an illusioning (? forgot the word) popping sound of his length tearing through your narrow passage and the slick that provided the easy slide, caked around your two holes.

“yang– plea–” his thrusts halted. His cock stayed nudged deep inside of you, your hole tried to size up around his wide base. The humidity of the bathroom that clung to your skin was a big contrast to the wind from the opened window, showing a view of the bustling city of Taipei.

“I give you everything you want but you can't take a simple fuck? no wonder why he couldn't fucking deal with you.” his eyes, for the first time meet yours. His glare sent alarming butterflies to your stomach. “you don't fucking care about me, huh?” he pushed your dizzy head over the sink, birds and stars flew above and around it.

“s’ too early–” you slurred, the saliva bubbling up in your mouth once his hand yanks your hair even harder; spine strained as your head tried to meet wth his hand. His eyes widened, eyebrows furrowed in absolute rage; protruding a slight whimper from your lips at his newfound aura. “I spend thousands on you everyday and you treat me like this?!” the tip of your nose burned before unwanted tears brewed and fell into the sink, blending in with the running faucet water.

“you're so fucking annoying when you cry. well guess what, you can't get everything you want sometimes, pretty face.” his sharp canines glinted through the clean, white light of the bathroom, more butterflies started to bloom in the pits of your stomach.

You felt nauseous knowing that this was the words coming out of the mouth of the male that bought pendants and took you out shopping whenever he could, the same man that you were even willing enough to leave your friends and family for to a foreign country was just as willing to trap you.

You scrutinized the taunting jade gem ring on your finger, it looks dull. The said finger folds unconsciously; tucking the shame away but the slight burn of the intricate silver swirls and details of the ring only stung into your knuckle.

You'll never forget.

“'m sorry, you just caught me off guard and you scared me..” you mustered up a small mumble before he slammed his hand on the sink. You flinched away with a yelp; pushing his cock out of your leaking hole slightly with a clench.

“you're fucking overreacting again, stop that!” nodding your head mindlessly, but you won't even bother to look at the reflection. It'll just shove that guilt deeper down your throat, seething and burning. You sniffled, chest heaving painfully as tears fell relentlessly from your red, irritated waterline; if it wasn't disgusting enough, snot lined the top of your thick lip.

“fucking disgusting–” his hand pushed the back of your neck, maneuvering your head rather aggressively towards the sink; your shoulders at a strained angle. His hips met with your ass once more, your walls ached pleasurably once his tip knocked into your cervix and your nails scratched against the marble. The warmth of his cock now feeling more intruding than pleasing to a point but the line between the two was blurred and unknown.

Your hipbone became rashed and abused against the counters edge, mind starting to mush into nothing again. You found yourself muttering and blabbering all sorts of things, having no fucking idea what you were doing.

You were an incoherent mess, screaming, whimpering, moaning, thighs clenching and unclenching along with your plumate walls.

But in reality, the thought of children terrorized you. Being too young to even be a mother, barely even living your life to the fullest before you were trapped with him.

“m’ gonna cum inside ya, yeah? gonna be stuck with me forever..” he said, one of his vacant hands travels to the lone ring before sliding it off without you even knowing. “please.. I want it– I want it so bad~” yangyang snickered at the pleads, his hand travels to your neck; pushing your back flush against his clammy torso.

Your tits bounced with the rhythm of his thrusts, clit throbbing consistently; “mmf– fuck!” he grunted loudly, his balls slapping then slipping into your passage. You screeched at the tense feeling of being practically torn as you tried to accommodate to his harsh gyrations and the new incursion of the two flesh.

you could only emit a guttural cry, thrashing within his grip but his arms wrap around your mid waist, circuits of pain and nirvana ran through your body.

“you're gonna take it, sweetheart.. I know you could..”

He suddenly stuck his salty thumb past your lips, drool accumulated around your lips and at the back of your throat. “suck.” he demanded lowly, you obviously obliged; wrapping your lips around it.

“you're prettier when you obey..” he stuck the digit slightly further, causing your gag reflex to recoil and his cock to twitch, releasing bits of precum at your pure submission.

“daddy's gonna fill you so well, princess.. gonna be plump and m’ gonna walk around with you like a prize. everybody's gonna know what we've done, some will even look at you in disgust because you were willing to open your legs for me..” he whispered into your ear, breathless but managing to keep his eyes on your half lidded ones. Your gaze weary and unfocused, the usual whites of your eyes red from crying.

He grinned whilst sliding your hand to your navel, feeling his cockhead protruding under the digit's tip and you slightly winced at the feeling of his slimy canine brushing against the lobe of your ear. “don't you feel me baby?” his thumb finally leaves the back of your throat, brushing against the tonsil, causing your throat to recoil.

“can't wait to finally have control, baby. the first time didn't work, but it'll surely work this time..” he remarked, before he stilled and marked your walls with his warm seed. Inhaling and exhaling, exhausted; your own weight became your own enemy before you collapsed onto the counter but slid into the ground eventually. Your toes curled with discomfort as you shriveled against the corner, both of your releases leaked out of you.

Your mind was dazed, your body wasn't your own. You looked up at yangyang, vision blurry from the aroma of unconsciousness that'll soon sweep over you.

“yangyang– why'd you do that..?” was the last thing you said before everything went pitch black.

Yangyang was mesmerised in full awe at the scene, your pretty lashes wet with tears and his seed dripping out of you and your hole fluttering with every breath and heave.

Yangyang grabbed your waist, lifting&carrying your limp body bridal style before laying your battered body on the bed.

Your body was like a painting of the pretty night sky, the stars being the bruises,marks and scars from today and times before.

He believed you were beautiful like this and he'll keep you like this forever, his eyes stayed on your stomach and his neck crawled with warmth.

He giggled knowing that soon enough, you'll be truly his.. not kunhang's.. definitely.

You'll bare his kids and he'll make sure that you'll definitely forget about him.. even if it meant beating your memories out of you. he wanted the best for him you.

You wouldn't even mind to utter his name in this house.

He opens the drawer, finding that miniature velvet box, his thumb caresses it lightly before popping it open. He admires the ring before sighing with content triumph before pulling it out, the gem was a ruby. red, his favorite color.

This'll be the new beginning for you both.

You'll soon forget about him.

Especially with the new ring he finally slid on your finger.

#yangyang smut #nct smut #smut #kpop smut #nct imagines #wayv smut #nct scenarios #nct drabbles #nct angst #yangyang x reader #nct dream smut #wayv scenarios #wayv fanfic #wayv x reader #nct fanfic #nct hard hours #nct x reader #nct u smut #wayv #yangyang #nct

[daydreamingyuta]

My Top Fics Recommendations!

It's been a year since I started writing on here!! and to celebrate I wanted to list my favorite fics/drabbles that I have written!! It's not in any order but I just wanted to list the fics that I'm really proud of and liked how they turned out! Also thank you to everyone who reads my stuff <3 it means the most to mee 💚💚

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

summary: drabble, fluff, bf!yangyang surprises you after you've had a long week

Homebody | Jeno

summary: fluff, bf!jeno spending a relaxing day at home with you instead of going out

Spending Time With Johnny on His Birthday | Johnny

summary: fluff, drabble, spending his birthday morning doing his favorite things with you

Flustered | Johnny

summary: fluff, bestfriend!johnny helps you pick out an outfit which leaves him unexpectedly flustered

Washing Johnny's Hair

summary: fluff, drabble, washing bf!johnny's hair because he's too tired to do it himself

My Rockstar | Yuta

summary: fluff, being a supportive girlfriend to your aspiring rockstar boyfriend, yuta, was fun. but when his band starts to gain a following, you're unexpectedly hit with a wave of jealousy from him suddenly have girls all over him

Peaches | Jaehyun

summary: fluff, drabble, bring around peaches always reminded you of the very first time you laid eyes on your now husband, Jaehyun, at your local farmer's market

Clingy | Jaehyun

summary: fluff, drabble, clingy y/n & clingy bf!jaehyun <3

The Flower Shop Owner pt. 1 | Mark Lee

summary: fluff, mark used to not believe in fate, until he unexpectedly became the owner of a flower shop which lead him right to you

Don't Wanna Say Goodnight | Mark Lee

summary: fluff, drabble, you don't want bf!mark to say goodnight <3

#nct #nct 127 #fluff #k-pop #drabble #imagine #nct dream #mark lee #nct scenarios #wayv #jaehyun #johnny suh #yuta #yangyang #x reader #x y/n #x you

[jammingjaem]

idk if requests are open im sorry if they aren’t, if they are can i ask winwin bf texts?

ᨳ bf!winwin

LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I MISS WINWIN 💔💔 thank you for the first wayv req! i hope you enjoyed hehe

#wayv #wayv fake texts #wayv texts #wayv fake text #wayv x reader #wayv imagines #wayv scenarios #wayv reactions #wayv drabbles #kun x reader #ten x reader #winwin x reader #xiaojun x reader #hendery x reader #yangyang x reader #nct #nct texts #nct fake texts

[starry-nights-garden]

✧ WayV Yangyang x gn!reader ✧ words: ~800 ✧ genre: fluff ✧ warnings: suggestive ✧ prompts: kitchen counter make-outs + “i’ve had a terrible day at work so just kiss me”

Your shoulders ache and your back feels strained when you finally come home that night. You silently curse through gritted teeth when you accidentally drop your keys as you’re about to unlock the door, and picking them up to look for the right one a second time feels like it requires way too much effort. At last, the door opens and you can drop your bags and take off your shoes by the entrance, before scuffing right over to the living room. You let your body collapse down onto the sofa, and for a while you just sit there and stare at a wall, before your ears register the rustling noises coming from the kitchen.

“Babe?” you call out, and your boyfriend answers, albeit a bit delayed.

“Baby? You’re home?” Yangyang walks around the corner, ready to greet you with a bright smile, but once he sees the state you’re in, his expression shifts and he raises his eyebrows. “Did something happen?” You groan, not even wanting to talk about all the details that made this day so terrible.

“I had a bad day and I’m really exhausted,” you simply state, and a moment later you feel your boyfriend wrapping his arms around you from behind, squeezing you tight.

“My baby had a bad day?” he coos, snuggling up closer to you and pressing his nose and lips against your cheek. He faintly smells like vegetables and seasoning, and you’re wondering if he’s attempting to cook something for dinner. “Do you need some coffee?”

“At this hour??” you retort.

“There’s nothing a cup of coffee can’t solve,” Yangyang states as he gets up, letting go of you.

“It certainly can’t solve whatever just went down in the past hours…” you mutter.

“That bad?”

“Yeah.”

“But you didn’t get fired, right?” You ignore the concern in his voice and you let out a bitter laugh.

“I wish…”

“Well, let me at least make you some dinner then,” Yangyang proposes as he walks back to where he came from.

“Babe, you can’t cook…” you remind him, but you follow suit into the kitchen anyway. 

“I’m learning!” he argues, pointing at a recipe on his phone that he’s trying to follow and some half chopped up ingredients. 

“Sure…” You sigh and you hop up onto the free kitchen counter on the other side. 

“Babe…” he calls out to you as he walks over, resting his hands on your thighs and tilting his head to the left slightly. “You’re not supposed to sit on the kitchen counter while someone else is making food.” You’re speechless. You’re tired and in a bad mood overall, and he thinks now is the time to scold you for something like that. However, you don’t really have the energy left to fight, so instead you put your hands over his.

“Baby, please… I’ve had a terrible day at work so just kiss me.” The mischievous grin on his face disappears immediately, and after a second of processing the meaning behind your words he lifts one hand to put it behind your neck, pulling you closer.

“Okay,” you hear him mutter before closing the distance between the two of you, and when you feel his lips moving against yours you can finally relax a bit. He kisses you slowly at first, but when he pulls back and you both catch a glimpse of each other’s faces, you immediately connect your lips again, kissing each other more passionately now. Hungrily, he runs his tongue across your lower lip, and you permit him to deepen the kiss, while you throw your arms around his shoulders and you bury your fingers in his hair. Breathlessly, you part, and you find his gaze burning with desire for you behind half-lidded eyes. So you lean in again for another kiss, but soon his lips wander to your jaw and he leaves a trail of kisses down your neck. You sigh, enjoying the tingly sensations coursing through your body, and you hold him close as if to tell him not to stop. 

“Babe,” you mumble, and he comes back up to kiss you on the lips, before answering.

“Yeah?”

“I think you should cook a little later,” you say in between kisses. Knowing exactly what you’re trying to tell him, he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you off the counter and making you stand right in front of him. 

“Yeah,” he agrees, lips only parting from yours to speak. “I think it can wait.”

#wayv fluff #wayv drabbles #wayv scenarios #yangyang fluff #yangyang x reader #yangyang drabbles #wayv x reader #wayv imagines #nct x reader #nct fluff #nct scenarios #fluff

[doiesfav]

✩‧₊˚ Yangyang couple headcanons ||

Pairing: bf! Yangyang x gn! Reader

Contains: just fluff🫶🫶

Disclaimer: These are just headcanons and purely fiction, so if you don't like how I interpret them, just skip this post!!

MASTERLIST

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Yangyang is the type of boyfriend that whenever you cook something he always offer to wash the dishes, he may seems like an lazy boyfriend but would do anything for you

Yangyang is the type of boyfriend who appreciates quality time so much that he would even skip practise or work for you. At the end you always get mad at him for doing it and telling him to not skip work because of you

Yangyang is the type of boyfriend who, in a special day like anniversary or birthday, is in charge of everything, and when i say everything is everything. This man has everything controlled, the time you were back home, who would be talking to you that day… (kinda creepy) But everything for the best celebration

Yangyang is the type of boyfriend who would shower you with his pets fur whenever he tries to kiss you. It’s kinda funny because some days his pets receive more kisses than you

Yangyang is the type of boyfriend who’s excited about knowing you more, he always asks about how was your day, what did you eat, if you had a bad day and much more. He appreciates you a lot and he does the same for you

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Happy birthday yangyang!! Can’t believe hes 23 SINCE WHEN😟😟 anyways here are some headcanons as always for bday specials💞💞 thanks for the support and would appreciate notes!!

#nct #nct imagines #nct x reader #wayv #nct 127 #nct dream #nct fics #nct dojaejung #nct drabbles #nctzen #nct u #yangyang #nct yangyang #liu yangyang #wayv yangyang #wayv scenarios #wayv reactions #wayv x reader #nct wayv #wayv imagines #wayv fluff #yangyang x reader #yangyang scenarios #yangyang imagines #nct scenarios #nct fluff

[teasteeper]

deal (l.yy)

masterlist

pairing: yangyang x f!reader

genre: smut 18+ mdni

warnings: loser!yy, perv!yy, pinv, oral (m receiving)

words: 0.7k

“ugh, you’re so gross!” you whine, squirming under yangyang's body, his weight crushing your hips as he lays between your legs.

“hm..” his moan vibrating against your tit as his lips circle around the sensitive bud, “say it again” he mumbles, pulling back from your chest with wet and puffy lips. you scowl at the drool coating his chin, the feeling of it all over your chest and dripping down the side of your body.

“you’re drooling” you shoot back, squirming against his heavy cock pressed to your cunt. precum oozes from his tip and makes a sticky mess between your bodies.

“you said i could do whatever i want” he reminds you of the deal you made out of desperation, giving him one chance to fuck you so he’d stop begging you for it. “would it kill you to act like you like me?”

the way his voice cracks almost makes you feel bad for him, pulling his mouth from your chest with a kiddish pout. he looks .. pretty. lips wet and swollen from his sloppy, unskilled kisses to your chest, red cheeks and unfocused gaze like he’s already fucked you. arousal swirls in your stomach at the thought of what he’ll look like when he’s actually fucking you, how ruined he’ll look once he’s done.

“yangyang..” you sigh quietly, trailing your eyes down his pale chest to where his cock rests heavy on your cunt. you’re all too aware of the weight of him, your hips involuntarily bucking up in your sudden impatience.

“wha- oh..” he grinds his hips down experimentally, inching his length through your lips that are gathering slick, soft wet noises sounding out in your room. his cheeks flush even redder, tongue darting out to moisten his lips. “does that feel good?”

“mhm” you hum, now rocking your hips steadily, dragging your slit up and down the underside of his shaft. he’s big, your little movements inching across maybe a third of his length.

“fuck, uh” he blinks himself out of his daze, “are you ready? want me to put it, uh, in you?”

“you can do whatever you want, remember?”

he wipes his wet mouth with the back of his hand and wraps his shaky fingers around his cock, prodding the tip at your entrance and shuddering at your warmth. a drawn out sigh leaves his chest as he pushes into you, tight hole stretching perfectly around him. “you take it so well” he muses. his head hangs over you, his hair hanging over his furrowed brows and bottom lip tucked between his teeth, looking so focused — frustrated almost. you know he’s holding back, in genuine surprise of how tightly you wrap around him.

you’ve never seen him so focused, so quiet. the thought makes you laugh softly, a quick breath passing through your lips, yangyang so close to you he can feel brush over his upper lip. “you don't have to laugh at me” he mumbles, looking more frustrated.

“m'not- ah!” in his frustration he thrusts into you harder, your hands finding his shoulders, nails digging deep into his skin. it's the first, maybe the only time you've put your hands on him, and the sting of your nails feels like heat, fire spreading though his chest and down his arms. when you look up at him his eyes are already on you, slack jawed and starry eyed.

“you're even prettier like this”

you swallow, throat dry, “yeah?”

“yeah” he sighs, continuing his thrusts, slower this time but just as deep, “i thought about fucking you all the time. thought about how pretty you'd look when you take it.. didn't think anyone could look so pretty”

and you let him cum in your mouth when he asks if he can, abiding by the strange new desire to give him whatever he wants. and even though the deal you made ends there, with yangyang kneeling over you, chest heaving with heavy breaths as he empties into your throat, you keep your lips wrapped around him, letting him ride out his high with slow thrusts over your tongue. and you think of all the other things you'd let him do when he finally pulls away, his shaky hands finding both side of your face as he hunches over, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss.

#took a draft from 3 months ago and wrote .. this #yangyang #liu yangyang #wayv #nct #yangyang drabble #yangyang x you #yangyang x reader #yangyang smut #wayv drabbles #nct drabbles #wayv smut #nct smut #wayv hard thoughts #wayv hard hours #nct hard thoughts #nct hard hours #mine

[aces-parrows]

winter romance | yangyang

pairing: yangyang x neu!reader word count: 380 genre: fluff, drabble warning(s): not proofread summary: sharing a warm kiss during the first snow of the season

under the soft glow of streetlights, yangyang and y/n stood in a world transformed by snowflakes, gently descending from the sky onto the world below. the dance of the first snowflakes of the season transform the world into a winter serenade, surrounding the couple in an almost magical scene. as they make their way down the snow-kissed streets, their fingers intertwined, a warm and comforting scene unfolds. as they look up at the sky, admiring the choreography of the snowflakes' decent to adorn their hair and coats, they look at each other with warm smiles.

as the first snowflakes hit the ground, yangyang gently turned to y/n. he gently cupped their face in his hands, caressing his cheeks. with a soft giggle between the two, yangyang leans in for a kiss. in the hushed stillness of the snow night, yangyang and y/n lips are met in a gentle, lingering kiss, capturing the essence of the winter romance that surrounded them. the taste of the cold air was now replaced with the warmth of their lips and love for one another. as the snowflakes bore witness to this intimacy, as if it were magic, a gentle breeze carried more snowflakes through the air and around the couple. as time seemed to stand still during this magical scene, the snow wrapped them in the most perfect, romantic, winter wonderland they could have ever imagined.

as they pulled away, the two got lost in each other's eyes, the first snow no longer on their minds. their breath became visible in the frosty air, a gaze that spoke volumes more than words ever could. the warmth in their hearts defied the cold surrounding them. as the lingering taste of the kiss lingered on their lips, yangyang and y/n continued their stroll through the streets that was becoming more covered in snow, the patches of snow sparkling in the moonlight. as they walked hand in hand, the promise of the first snowfall told their story with each snowflake floated through the air, a testament to their commitment to each other. winter had woven its charm, and as they ventured forward into the night, they carried the warmth of their shared kiss as a beacon, illuminating the path of their winter romance.

#yangyang #liu yangyang #yangyang x reader #neu!reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #yangyang drabble #wayv drabbles #kpop drabbles #sfw interaction only

[mint-yooxgi]

Bro I immediately fell in love with yan!wayv x maid!reader (shouts out to the lovely who sent it in) could we get a pt2 mayhaps???

Anonymous Said: can we have a part 2 for that yan!kings! wayv?

Anonymous Said: can we mayhaps have a pt 2 to the yandere wayv kings drabble?? thank you!

Part One

***

As with every day before this one, you were given a simple task: clean the library. Only, what should have been easy, and only have taken you a few hours at most, turned into one of the most difficult assignments you’ve ever had.

Normally, when you go to do your work, you’re by yourself, or joined by other palace servants to help in whatever task you’ve been sent to do that day. Only, today, when you were told you were going to be alone in the library while you worked, you had walked in on not one, but two of your king’s friends sitting by the large bay windows. They had been leaning into each other, voices low so as not to be overheard, but still, the frowns on their faces had made it seem as if they were arguing about something, or rather, someone.

“Your Majesty, Your Highness,” you greet with a bow towards each of them in turn.

King Ten smiles warmly at you as Prince Yangyang moves to stand.

“What brings you to the library today?” Yangyang asks, sounding casual but in reality wanting to keep you here for as long as he can.

You blink, not used to being acknowledged by other royals like this. Well, other than when King Ten and the rest of Kun’s friends visit. They all seem to be the only ones who treat you like a person. It’s just been so long since you’ve last seen them, you’ve forgotten what it feels like.

“Please, do not mind me,” you bow once more. “I will do my best not to disturb you while I clean.”

Ten frowns slightly, “do you ever get time off from your duties?”

“Oh, yes!” You reply politely. “My King give all of his servants ample time to themselves, especially in the evenings.”

There are those words again. Your King. They both scowl.

“Which means you should be able to accompany me for dinner tonight if you have the evening free.” King Xiaojun says, appearing from around the corner of one of the shelves, moving to lean against it in the next moment with his arms crossed casually in front of his chest. “That is, if you’ll join me, of course.”

“Perhaps they would like to accompany me instead,” King Sicheng says, his voice nearly startling you as you turn to see him approaching you from behind. “I was planning on dining in the gardens this evening.”

The smile he sends you is soft, but to the other three, it appears as calculated as his statement. Each of them have done their research on you, of course, and they all know you enjoy spending some of your free time in the gardens. They still haven’t forgiven Prince Lucas for sending you an arrangement of your favourite flowers before they could themselves.

“That does sound lovely,” you hum, and your words have Sicheng’s smile widening, only for it to fall in the next second, “but I'm afraid I'll have to decline Your Majesty’s offers. I must complete my tasks for the day and I'm afraid I will not be finished in time for the evening meals.”

“You mean you’re going to clean right through supper?” Prince Yangyang asks in disbelief.

“It really isn’t good to be skipping meals,” Ten adds with a frown.

“Oh, no!” You’re quick to reassure them all at the concerned looks they throw your way. “The cooks always set aside meals for the staff when they have to work late. One of them will be me, today.”

Just then, you hear the doors to the library open and three sets of footsteps entering the room. As soon as you lock eyes with the king, you bow deeply.

“Your Highnesses. My King.” You straighten as Kun stops a few feet away from you, book held in his hand as both Prince Hendery and Prince Lucas flank him on either side. “I will get started on cleaning the library right away.”

“Were these punks bothering you?” Kun asks, tone teasing to you, but pointed to the other royals in the room. “I cannot have you near my staff if all you’re going to do is bother them as they try to do their jobs.”

“Oh, no, My King,” you shake your head, quick to defend them. “None of Their Majesty’s or Their Highnesses could ever be a bother to me.”

Kun doesn’t fail to miss the way the four males in front of him smirk, and he’d bet everything the other two behind him are as well.

“Alright,” he sighs. “But if they are, tell me and I'll kick them out.”

You bow to him once more, scurrying off in the next moment to begin your task of cleaning the library.

About an hour passes and you manage to to have cleaned a large portion when you finally move back to the main section of the library. All seven royals are still there, sitting around in the lounges. Some converse with one another, while a few read leisurely. You notice both Kun and Ten have a small stack of books resting beside them each.

Setting your attention back onto the task at hand, you don’t even register Hendery approaching you until he’s practically standing right beside you. You jump.

“Your Highness,” you blink at him with wide eyes, “you startled me.”

“My apologies,” Prince Hendery chuckles.

“Stop terrorizing my staff,” Kun chastises from the lounge he’s currently sitting on.

Hendery simply rolls his eyes, making you chuckle. Of course, he can feel the six sets of eyes glaring holes into his back at this fact, but the smugness he feels at being able to make you laugh is worth it every time.

Acting casual, Hendery pretends to browse some of the titles in front of him. Of course, he’s not going to let you know the real reason he came over was to talk to you, and be near you, even though the others can tell that that was exactly his intention. They only wish they had been quick enough to do so themselves.

Trailing a finger along the shelf, Hendery hums. “You clean exceptionally well.”

“I should hope so,” you huff out a breath through your nose as you reply without thinking, “that’s my job.”

The library, which had been silent before, now fills with a deadly tension, as if the fall of a pin could set off a catastrophe at any moment. You can feel all eyes on you now, and you straighten.

You clear your throat, “I mean-”

Before you can even rush out an apology for talking back to the prince, you hear three sets of laughter erupt from behind you. Turning around, you see both King Ten and Prince Yangyang doubled over in their seats while King Xiaojun throws his head back in his. Even King Kun cannot seem to fight the way his lips curve upwards at your response.

“I meant,” Hendery flushes, “you always do an extraordinary job.”

You avert your gaze to the floor, embarrassment causing your voice to come out smaller than you intend. “Thank you, Your Highness.”

Hendery smiles, but before he can say anything, Prince Lucas is beating him to it.

“Really, you are incredible,” he adds. “It’s been, what? An hour and you’re already halfway done?”

“I wouldn’t say that,” your face heats, shifting slightly in your spot.

“Really, my own staff could learn a thing or two from you,” Ten adds.

“Agreed.” Yangyang hums.

“You should come work for me, instead.” Xiaojun voices casually, turning a page in his book. His words, which sound like a playful quip to you, couldn’t be more pointed towards the other six.

“I think they are quite happy where they are right now,” Kun chimes in, not even raising his gaze from the book in his hands.

“I think they can speak for themselves,” Sicheng smiles, again, kindly at you, calculated towards the others.

“My King is right,” you nod in confirmation. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

Your words make Kun’s heart absolutely soar in his chest, a bashful smile taking over his features as the other six turn to shoot him looks of either disbelief, or glare at him.

“Why does he make you refer to him like that?” Yangyang asks the question on all of their minds.

“Like what, Your Highness?” You tilt your head slightly in curiosity.

“We’ve never once heard you address him as ‘Your Majesty’, or anything else,” Lucas says casually, even though he (and the other five) are hanging onto every word.

“Are you asking me why I refer to My King as ‘My King’?” Your brow furrows, and Ten nearly scoffs at the question you pose.

Well, when you put it like that...

“Yes,” Hendery confirms with a nod. “We're just curious, is all.”

Looking towards Kun, you meet his gaze which is suddenly on you as he peers over the top of his book. Subtly, he nods his head, as if encouraging you to answer.

So you do.

“Because that’s what he is.” You reply simply. “He is My King.”

Xiaojun’s eyes narrow, having noticed this small interaction between the both of you. He scoffs. “A king who not only forces you to address him as such, but who needs to give you permission to speak as well.”

Kun’s eyes narrow at King Xiaojun across from him.

“If you were to come live with me, you’d never have to abide by those types of stupid rules again,” Ten voices, and all heads, including your own, turn to look at him. “You could address whoever, however you wanted. You could speak your mind freely without having to seek permission to do so.”

At this, Kun slams his book closed, but your voice halts him in his tracks, calming the storm raging just beneath the surface of his skin.

“You all think I refer to him as ‘My King’ because he makes me do so? That I need his permission to speak my mind?” The disbelief in your tone has them blinking in surprise at you.

“Then why do you do such things if he does not command you to do so?” Sicheng could not be more confused as he meets your gaze.

“Why?” You reply, incredulously, and your next words have Kun’s chest swelling with pride while the others look on with envy clear in their gazes. “Because I respect him.”

#ask #yandere wayv #wayv drabble #yandere lucas #yandere hendery #yandere kun #yandere ten #yandere yangyang #yandere xiaojun #yandere sicheng #yandere winwin #winwin drabble #xiaojun drabble #ten drabble #yangyang drabble #kun drabble #hendery drabble #lucas drabble #drabbles #royal au

[mins-fins]

DROP THE CONTROLLER ! ( ft. liu yangyang )

ᝰ.ᐟ IN WHICH you cuss out liu yangyang in a battle royale game on a friday, which normally would've made you two sworn enemies in most situations, but yangyang has a thing for aggressive men, seeing as how he instead falls, and falls hard for you, so now he's on a quest to somehow try and get a date with you (while you try and combat each of those attempts).

pairing ╱ liu yangyang x male!reader

genre ╱ social media au, university au, strangers to lovers, one sided enemies(?) to lovers, fluff, crack, literally just stupid shenanigans, jung sungmin as yn's fc, very much lovesick idiot x very much annoyed and also lovesick idiot

warnings ╱ swearing, explicit language, kys/kms jokes, sexual jokes, kink jokes, weird insults, isa is not good at battle royale games so things might be over exaggerated, very overdramatic, little plot and just yangyang thirsting over a pretty man, might get repetitive because i am unfortunately not funny

featuring ╱ nct (ten, xiaojun, hendery, renjun, jeno, haechan, chenle). riize (shotaro). tbz (sunwoo, eric). and maybe some others too.

status ╱ irregular updates.

taglist ╱ open!

playlist

profiles ╱ S.U.E | chenle's paying 💞

zero ╱ yangyang gets cussed out by a man (written).

one ╱ but a PRETTY man 😍

two ╱ liu yangyang's humiliation kink

three ╱ dude take pride 🏳️‍🌈

#﹙🎀 ﹚D T C ! #liu yangyang #yangyang #wayv #nct #yangyang nct #yangyang wayv #nct smau #wayv smau #nct social media au #liu yangyang x reader #liu yangyang x male reader #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct drabbles #wayv imagines #wayv scenarios #wayv drabbles #nct x male reader #wayv x male reader #𑁍 ࣪˖ 𓂃 isa's works!

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how wayv would react if you showed up at their doorstep covered in bl**d with a g*n

how wayv members would react if you showed up at their doorstep covered in bl**d with a g*n. PAIRING ▸ wayv x reader 

TRIGGER WARNINGS ▸ mentions of: bl//d (o) and g/ns (u), very angsty

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ i watched the winwin and ten lovely dance cover again and cried because im an emotional trainwreck... REGARDLESS. idk actually how this prompt came to me but damn

Qian Kun

Kun’s lips are pursed together, his eyes widen at the sight of you. With your blood stained cheeks, mixed with your murky tears, you were covered head to toe in… red. He looks you up and down before demanding angrily, “WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?” His voice is loud and clear, and you can’t help but choke up a few sobs in response, unable to answer him. Kun grabs the gun out of your hands, and embraces you in a tight hug. This time his voice begins to crack and it’s a lot softer, “What did you do…?”

Ten

Ten was so caught off guard by the blood, he didn’t even notice the gun in your hands. “Holy SHIT! What the hell, y/n?” Strings of curses followed, but you couldn’t do anything but just sob uncontrollably. Ten gazes into your teary eyes. It’s hard to see your face clearly, since it’s covered in blood. Although Ten had no idea what you did, you had come to him for help. He grabs your shoulders and presses his face close to yours, and gives you a comforting smile, “Come inside. I’ll get you cleaned up.” He would be your rock. He would be your shield. He would protect you. Always.

Dong Si Cheng

Winwin has mixed feelings as soon as he sees you at the door. He’s definitely shocked, but hides it well. The gun was directed towards Winwin, but your hands were shaking, trembling. You were a wreck, a blubbering mess. He places his hand upon yours, slowly lowering the gun. “Why don’t you put the gun down and tell me what happened?” His voice has a soothing and calming edge to it. He embraced you in a hug, rubbing your back, as he whispered in your ear, “It’s going to be okay.” And that’s almost enough to make you believe his words. Almost.

Xiao De Jun

Xiaojun cursed as soon as he saw you. “Woah…” He held his hands up in defense, eyeing you carefully. His eyes nervously glanced around the area, wondering if any of his neighbors might take notice. You remained silent, your shaky fingers still wrapped around the gun.  The scent of blood fills the air, which Xiaojun notices as quite fresh. Once his shock has worn over, he finally breaks the silence, “Are you going to tell me what happened or are we going to be here all day?”

Wong Kun Hang

Hendery is just at a loss for words. The first thing he says to you, trying to process everything going on in front of him is, “Oh. That looks… messy.” (no shit) Hendery stands there awkwardly, not sure of what to do. He looks into your eyes and stares back at his reflection. There’s nothing left he realizes. Whatever you did, whatever caused this mess… didn’t matter. You would never be the same. The person he once knew, was gone. Lost forever. And he could never get you back. 

Liu Yang Yang 

Yangyang hadn’t expected you to turn up at his doorstep, much less covered in blood. “I’m trying not to freak out… but is the blood yours?” You shook your head, and he stared at you, in awe for a second. He put his hands around your shoulders, and felt how much you were shaking. Not wanting to disturb the neighbors, he brought you inside, wrapped a towel around your body, and quickly filled a bucket with water so he could wash you off. “Yangyang…” You called out to him, your voice still trembling, “Do you trust me?"

#wayv #nct imagines #wayv fic #nct fic #nct #nct x reader #nct scenarios #wayv imagines #wayv imagine #wayv scenarios #nct dream #nct 127 #nct wish #dong sicheng #kun #hendery #liu yangyang #qian kun #nct kun #nct ten #ten chittaphon #nct hendery #nct fanfic #nct drabbles #nct winwin #winwin #nct yangyang #nct xiaojun #xiaojun #yangyang