warnings: none! fluff, feminine and masculine stereotypes, fem reader
summary: bf!127 x dolly reader
requested!
dream ver
johnny:
you were very cute to him. you had big round eyes and a skull full of nothing. you loved the classic girly things like makeup, reality tv, shopping and gossip. you were always dolled up nice and pretty, almost never being seen without make up and perfect hair, the only exception was when you had your hair in big rollers pinned up around your head and a bare face first thing in the morning, or when you’ve thrown your hair up before you’re on your way for a sun bed or spa day with him. your heels click across the granite floor of your home, johnny never fails to be amazed by how put together you always look, he’s sure you use all your brain power to think of outfits instead of anything useful, you’re always in a luxurious outfit, always so pretty and girly, when you walk into the kitchen first thing in the morning johnny looks up from his cup of coffee, “there she is” sleepy smile on his face “good morning handsome” you saunter over to him and wrap him in a hug, “good morning gorgeous” he leaves a kiss on your lips and you giggle, wiping way the sparkly lipgloss left in your wake.
taeyong:
you were taeyong in girl form, hair is always dyed different shades of pink, lots of big extravagant outfits, you always paying extra attention to small details and you’re iced out in accessories. you have so many matching necklaces, rings, bracelets. however your aesthetics are always pink white and black. you love matching with taeyong and take it very seriously. “yongie, what’s the theme for your next come back? i need to order matching clothes” he always smiles before telling you and you both step out during promotions looking the same. his always look more masculine compared to you. he always compliments you when you do a new hair colour or hairstyle, “you look so pretty doll, i love this colour on you, did all this for me?” “mhm, im glad you like it” you smile super wide and he brings you in slowly for a kiss, “my prettiest girl ever, such a pretty little doll” he always calls you his doll, cause that’s what you are, and you wouldn’t want to be anything else, “i love you my little doll” “i love you too yongie”. he’s quite protective of you, always fetching things for you and doing things that make your life easier.
yuta:
the complete opposite to him in every way omg. you were very soft spoken and gentle, always wearing bright colours and pretty makeup. with him being such a tease you are almost always his prime target, he just can’t help but love that dumb look on your face when he starts spinning some little lie about something, and when you ask “really?” he’ll smile and shake his head “nah” making you laugh. people always wonder what it is that attracts you to one another, he is loud, mischievous, grungy, and you were timid, soft, quiet and like a pretty pastel doll. he takes you with him anywhere he can, he hates being away from you and needs you with him as much as possible, he’s a very passionate man and loves you extremely hard so to others he can seem overbearing, but you need and want him around you just as much so you always happily follow him wherever. “baby let’s go pack your bag yeah? i don’t want you to forget anything” “where are we going?” “you’re coming with me, remember?” you smile softly and kiss his lips “as long as i’m with you” he wraps his hand around yours and pulls you into the bedroom and he packs your bags, letting him remind you of everything you need.
doyoung:
you were the prettiest girl ever to him. you always looked so elegant and sophisticated, until you opened your mouth and it was revealed that you’re just a pretty face with no brains. doyoung didn’t care that you weren’t the smartest, you loved him and that’s all that mattered. you were constantly sharing fashion advice and you would both dress each other, he was surprised by how much you knew about clothes and fashion, considering you didn’t know much about anything else. you took your appearance very seriously and doyoung took your passion seriously too. he would always listen intently to anything you had to say regarding clothes, whether it was something you had seen at the store, or something you saw online. “doyoung she wore that with brown heels! it was gross! those two colours completely clash! not to mention it was a kitten heel, that dress needs a stiletto” “a brown kitten heel?” “yes! the dress is short so you need to wear a stiletto to accentuate the legs, makes them look longer, you can’t pair those shoes with this outfit, and bright red lipstick? none of it matches!” “you should become a reporter, you have a lot of good ideas sweetie”. you always ask him to dress you, just for fun, asking what would look best on you, which he always replies with “everything looks good on you baby”
jaehyun:
something about his charming personality and charismatic nature that attracts pretty bimbos. he’s carefree and exciting enough to be able to really have fun with his girl, but also a strong presence and lots of humble intelligence where he can be the provider in the dynamic. he loves being able to let you completely shut your brain off and never have to worry about anything. he is tall, buff and handsome and he looks so good standing next to his pretty doll. you’re the stereotypical airhead, vacant look behind your eyes, pretty smile and completely reliant on your boyfriend. you love being a stay at home girlfriend, waiting for your man to come home every night. he pays for cleaners and maids to keep on top of household chores so you can occupy your days with nail appointments, spa days, hair salons and shopping until he comes home and cooks up dinner for the both of you. “i’m home!” “in the kitchen!” his stomach immediately drops, thinking you’ve attempted to cook, only to walk in seeing you holding paint swatch cards up against the walls. “what colour do you think? i like this one” “oh you’re painting the kitchen?” “no silly… you’re painting the kitchen, but which colour” he smiles while taking off his coat “whatever you think is best doll face” you smile and hand over your favourite swatch before he’s bringing you in for a hug with a quick kiss to your lips.
jungwoo:
both of you were so similar, a little dumb, but you more than jungwoo. he was more dumb pranks and silly jokes, you were more easy questions and blank stares. whatever you lacked in the brain department jungwoo was there to pick up the slack. “babe what does that mean?” as he explains you look at him with a blank stare, nodding along with his words, but in reality none of it is processing, going in one ear and out the other. when he looks at you expectantly after his little demonstration you just slip out a quick “oh, okay” with a small smile then moving on to the next thing. you’re personalities were very similar and you both have the same sense of humor and you both like to joke around and do funny impressions of each other. when he impersonates you he’s always pretend twirling his hair or flicking his non existent hair extensions over his shoulder making you laugh, and when you impersonate him you puff you your chest and flex your muscles and imitate his voice making him laugh. so many head pats! he always pats your head while he laughs with you. “you’re so funny princess” “yeah?” he nods while laughing “my funny girl” you always go back and forth with him and you both love ragebaiting each other. he always wins.
hi!! this isn't a request but i just think this is rlly silly and cute i think all renle fans know how much chenle enjoys doting on renjun and being his biggest shooter but i saw this https://x.com/tlqkfttorrl1004/status/2079192311247077520?s=46
and as someone who has a legitimate crush on chenle as a guy from a girl if i was renjun i wld genuinely blush like omg. the way he turns his entire body and attention towards rj is so crazy i need that kind of attention so bad HAHA
no like fr??!!? chenle is such a crushable guy, he’s so funny and charismatic but also extremely charming and romantic? he loves to see people he likes sweat a bit so he always has that big shit eating grin on his face when he starts showing affection to his loved ones.
renles dynamic is so dear to me. i love chenle getting all affectionate towards renjun who just excepts it with a soft smile, but also getting to see the age difference when chenle cuddles up to renjun, looking for attention or whenever they bicker like big and lil bro.
i think chenle would be the same with his partner regardless of whether he is older or younger, because as we’ve seen, he can be the doting affectionate one, or the whiny younger seeking approval and attention.
hello! i'm the anon who requested the most recent story with jisung. thank you so much for writing it!! i liked it a lot 🥺 actually, when i requested it, i was imagining a non-idol universe, so the way that you interpreted the request made things interesting! and i thought it was funny and creative how you started by mentioning how the reader always wears green at the club! that made me laugh when i read it. :)
i really liked so many parts of the story! and i like the pictures you put too. i liked how jisung and the reader were both sweet to each other throughout the story, and how she tried to not seem too starstruck because she didn't want him to feel too awkward. and the part where he said that she's beautiful, especially in green! that made me smile.
i was really impressed by how you wrote the dance sequence. it was so detailed, and i liked the part where she had him interact with her by pulling at the ties of the panties. i loved all the nicknames jisung called her too, omg!! imagine that 😭❤️
for the smut i liked how you included the belly bulge! that's something i really like for jisung, so it was a good surprise to see. and also one of the lines that struck me the most was when you wrote, "your hair tangled in bank notes." like i feel like that detail was so evocative and really helped the story and the setting of the story come to life. i noticed you mentioned the cash throughout the story, which i thought was a good thing to pay attention to.
i loved how you mentioned that she thought maybe jisung was going to leave immediately, but then he stayed! and i loved all of the sweet and romantic details in the story, like how at the end, the reader fixed his collar for him 🥺 honestly, i could go on and on about everything i liked in your story, but suffice it to say that it really fits my taste, and i appreciated all of the details you included, like the sweet parts, the nicknames, and their unique dynamic in this situation. and the kiss on the lips at the end too! i can't forget about that! 🥺
thank you again for writing it—i feel like you really outdid yourself with the complexity of the writing this time!
oh my goodness!! thank you so much angel! i’m so glad you enjoyed it, i had a lot of fun writing it, so happy i included all the small details that you love! love you so much pretty baby!! 🤍🫶
hi hi!! i have an idea for a request. what about stripper reader and jisung? where she'd had a big crush on him for a while but he never knew that, and then he comes to visit the club for the first time. and then they have a private dance and she's all nervous and sweet!
hi angel! thanks for waiting for this one! hope you enjoy i just posted!
warnings: smut, mature themes, mdni, unprotected sex, pull out game strong tho, soft dom jisung, strangers to lovers?, power imbalance (fan x idol dynamic) stripping, lap dance, missionary, alcohol consumption, nervous reader x nervous jisung.
summary: newbie!jisung x stripper!reader. jisung falls in love with the first stripper that catches his eye. nervous fan stripper!reader popping jisungs strip club cherry
requested!
you had been a fan of nct and dream for a while now. most of your tiny bikinis that you wore to work were often neon green with white shiney pearls are sequins adorning you. in the club that you worked at you had become known for the girl in green, a contrast to the other girls who wore more red or pinks and blacks, you stood out, gems and jewels in your hair as your bikini glows in the black light. it was a private club, paid entrance and paid private dances, you had been working there since you were 18, working your way up through the hierarchy of the club, once just a stage and pole girl, performing for the general customer, now parading yourself around for clients, regulars who come in for their special girls, new clientele who want to explore their option, and tonight was the latter.
in the dim light you barely recognised him, his black hair covered his eyes and a face mask pulled up to the bridge of his nose. tall and nimble, despite not seeing his face clearly, you could tell he was looking at you, his head following you as you walked was a dead give away, you winked his way with a small flirtatious smile, as you walk around the room in your peripheral vision you see him still following your movements until he leans over the bar and talks to one of the bartenders. it’s not long before the manager is finding you in the crowd, handing you a thick folded up stack of cash. smiling you stuff it in your bra before looking to what customer he’s pointing to, seeing the tall man in black. he was wearing tight slacks and a plain black shirt, he wasn’t one of your regulars you could tell by the sheer amount of cash in your bra, and that was just your cut. you walk over to him, heels clacking against the floor in time with the heavy beat blasting through the club and coming to a stop infront of the man. you extend your manicured hand out to him, bringing his hand to your lips leaving a chase kiss on his knuckles before introducing yourself with your stage name before pulling him off his bar stool towards a private room. it’s a little more lit than the main club, lights are dim but it’s not the black light and strobes like in the main room. you’re turned away from him as you prepare some drinks for him as you start speaking.
“you want music?”
“uh… whatever you like, i’ve never done this before”
“that’s okay, you’re in safe hands, we’ll go with some quiet music for now, but if you change your mind, just let me know, i’m here to take care of you”
you quickly play your playlist, turning the volume down to a comfortable whisper and stand, turning to face him, your next words catching in your throat as you look at him, face mask removed and hair slightly pushed back, and there stood park jisung. you make sure your face doesn’t give away how starstruck you are, you really don’t want to make him uncomfortable or anymore awkward than he might already be feeling, so you opt for a small smile while offering him a whiskey
“drink?”
your voice cracks, the flirty drawl now replaced by a shakey uncertain tone, one that he catches immediately. his lips twitch ever so slightly after he hears the switch and looks down at the drink in your hands, as his eyes aren’t on your face you scrunch your face in frustration at your own lack of confidence now, now overly aware of your green bikini, the exact shade of neo pearl champagne that represents his own group. you think he’s going to back out, ask for another girl, and your shoulder start to slump, but your feel his long fingers brush yours as he takes the small crystal glass
“thank you”
“hm? oh… yeah- i- you’re welcome- sorry i was just lost in thought for a second”
“it’s okay, i think you know i’m nervous too”
you look into his eyes, both of you sharing a knowing look of understanding, you know who he is and he knows you know
“i’m sorry, if you want another girl i can go find one—“
“why would i want another girl?”
“i— i just thought maybe you wouldn’t be comfortable with… a fan, doing… yknow, this?”
“are you uncomfortable?”
“no, just got a little stage freight”
you smile into your own glass as you take a sip and he lets out a chuckle
“i can tell, you were very confident when i first saw you, but i still want to, i picked you for a reason”
it’s your turn to laugh before setting your drink on the little table before taking his free hand and guiding him to the couch. you muster up all the courage you can, fixing your posture as you push on his shoulders to sit, but he can feel by the tiny hitch in your breath that you’re still nervous.
“what was the reason?”
“i think you’re very beautiful, especially in my colour”
you straddle him, wrapping your arms around his neck loosely as your fake nails softly scratch at the nape of his neck, you smile shyly, but let your voice relax again, teasing him slightly
“it’s my favourite, could mean anything”
“oh im sure”
he has a small smile on his face as his hands drum on the couch at his sides
“you can touch me jisung”
he looks to you for reassurance, seeing you smiling and nodding before his palms rest on your ass, soothing over the exposed skin and you start to grind, letting him guide you over him, leaning in slowly and kissing along his neck and exposed collar bone. after a few minutes your hands come behind your back and start to untie your bikini strings letting your bra loose and drop, along with the cash that was in there, it scatters on the floor before you crawl off his lap and onto the floor, fully removing the bra strap from around your neck, leaving you in just the panties. he leans back, sinking into the cushions as he watches you intently. you dance for him on the floor, doing splits, kicks, all your crowd pleasers. jisung can’t take his eyes off you, your legs stretched back over your body as the front of your heels whack the floor, gusset of your panties leaving little to the imagination. he watches as you swing your legs back around and you stand up slowly, ass out and practically in his face as you flick your hair back. you bring his hand to the ties of your bikini panties and he gently pulls one side open and it falls open and you pull the opposite side too, letting the small pair of panties drop to the floor joining the matching bra and leaving you completely bare.
you turn and face him and your pelvis is face to face with him, he leans in and you kick your leg up on the couch beside him and he lets his hand softly graze up your leg, he can feel the goosebumps start to rise on your skin as he touches you and drinks your naked body in.
“you’re doing so good, so pretty”
the praise has you pursing your lips, usually you don’t fall for the stereotypical one liners your clients drop on you during your dances, just nodding along and keeping them happy, but something about him, his raspy voice, his own little tremble in his throat from nerves, mixed with how insanely good he looks. you drop back to sit on his thighs, your second leg joining on the couch and you dip back in a slow swooping circle, letting him get a good view of your whole chest. his pupils are blown as he watches you. his face is slightly flushed but he remains calm, licking his lips, as you dance on his lap again you can feel the now solid tent in his pants, he curses under his breath as his palms slightly twitch on your back
“do you want me to help you out with that?”
“i— what? are you serious?”
you nod down at the hefty amount of bills now scattered on the floor with a small smirk
“seems pretty serious to me, unless you don’t want—“
“i want to, b-but only if you— don’t do it just because i paid more”
“i would be an idiot not to fuck you, i want to, i promise, you earned it”
your reassurance has a small huff of air blowing out his lips, letting you stand and unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants
“are you gonna get in trouble for his?”
“for taking care of my new favourite regular? nah, might even get a raise for treating you so well, and popping your stripper cherry”
you wink up at him and leave a teasing poke at his thigh. you get his pants loose enough to tug them down to his thighs with his boxers, at first you hesitate, purely from just how big he is before leaning back in and his hand gently rests on your cheek
“it’s really okay, you don’t have to—“
“jesus you’re massive…”
he chokes on his spit, not expecting you to sound so eager, eyes trained on his shaft standing tall against the bottom of his shirt raising to your feet again as you go to straddle again but he stops you
“can- can i fuck you on the floor?”
you stumble back a little shocked that he wants to take control, before nodding gently
“you want me to ride or?”
“no sweetie, can you lay back for me?”
“yeah- yeah okay… usually the customer just sits back and relaxes”
“well i’m not your average customer”
he’s the one with a teasing smirk on his face this time, and he helps lower you to the floor, before fully removing his shirt and stepping out his pants and you get a real look at his physic, his abs, small waist, big broad shoulders, thick veiny arms and toned thighs and legs
“fuck… jesus you’re so…”
“so what princess?”
“sexy…”
“ditto”
you both giggle as he knees down by your spread legs, he can see just how wet you are just from dancing for him
“hmm… you this wet all for me baby?”
the new names the keeps throwing at you has you squirming, of course when clients call you these names you’re rolling your eyes as you shove their faces in your chest to hide how disinterested you are, but he is different, the way they roll off his tongue has you clenching. you nod your head against the hard wood floor, jisung holds your knees softly as he looks you all over, your hair tangled in bank notes and your clothes are scattered around you and you look so ready to be devoured by him
“good girl”
he gently tugs your legs so you slip closer to him and you squeal at the sudden movement
“just let me know if you want to stop okay? you’re in charge… kinda”
he laughs through a smirk and you nod again, words caught in your throat. you watch as he pushes his hips closer to you, his sudden show of dominance has you feeling so small compared to him, despite him remaining a gentleman, he still lets you know that he’s in control of his sexual desires. you feel his tip prodding at your entrance and as he pushes his thick shaft in your arms scatter across the floor, making fists subconsciously, balling up stray notes in the process
“feels so good jisung oh my god…”
“i’m almost in baby, doing so good”
“you’re not even all the way in? jesus- ah! fuck…”
he laughs a little and leaves a reassuring hand on your abdomen where the visible outline of him starts to form. your head rolls back as he wraps your legs around his waist and he leans in forward on both hands over either side of you, sliding all the way in. his hips start to pick up, drawing back and snapping into you, fucking you in missionary on the floor. you moan and whine out loud as he stares down at you, he groans with each thrust, its soft but deep and the sound rumbles in his chest as he speeds up and sets a secure pace. he looks you all over for any reactions, whenever he sees you responding more positively he sticks to it, making sure you feel as good as possible
“you’re so tight, squeezing me in so good”
“please don’t stop”
you pant, breathless as he keeps going, eyes flicking between your face and belly bulge disappearing and reappearing with each of his movements
“can see myself inside you jesus- fuck…”
your hands claw at his forearms clenching hard as his balls slap against your clit. he can tell you’re close when your legs start falling from his waist and spasming a little and your head rolls back in ecstasy
“i’m gonna cum- nghh! fuck! please!”
“go a head, cum for me pretty girl, look so good like this”
he leans down and softly sucks at your neck as you let go around him, when he reaches his climax he quickly pulls out and cums on your thighs and floor. both of you lay there panting for a few seconds before he starts to help you back on to your feet again, legs now shaking as you stand in hour heels.
“that… that was- that felt so good”
“me too, i’m glad… here, let me help you”
he reaches for your bikini, helping you step into the panties and tying each side securely at your hips and the same with the bra, securing it around your back again and fastening it. you quietly collect up the bills and push them back in your bra as he gets redressed himself. you look at him sheepishly, expecting him to walk out without another word. but he turns to you as he tucks the last of his shirt back into his pants with a small smile
“do you want another drink? or is there a time limit on these things?”
“no- i mean no there’s no time limit, but yeah, id love a drink”
you go to fix him another whiskey but he pats your hand softly and helps you sit down as he pours you both a drink
“you not a big fan of whiskey?”
he nods to your glass of champagne
“not really, i smell enough of it on everyone in here”
“ah… sorry”
your eyes bulge as you realise you’re talking about him, well kinda
“oh not you! you’re fine- i mean… i just meant that- it doesn’t matter, i just meant that-“
he laughs, cutting you off
“i know, i was teasing you, you’re cute when you’re flustered”
you stare down at your hands
“sorry… you kinda make me nervous”
“it’s okay… it’s weird not being the complete nervous wreck, it’s usually me stumbling over my words”
“i know—“
you sigh as you realise you keep making it obvious how much of a fan you are
“relax~ you don’t need to try so hard to impress me or make yourself seem different”
you look back up at him, and he looks so completely gorgeous, more gorgeous than you’ve ever seen him
“can i kiss you?”
“y-yeah… yeah, kiss me”
jisung leans in and leaves a gentle but firm kiss on your lips, letting it deepen before softly drawing back. you sit back against him as he wraps an arm around you as you drink the last of your drinks and before he leaves he writes his number on a little napkin
“call me, i’d really like to see you again, whether it’s here, or at my place, i had a really nice time, thank you for a great first time… you’re really special”
he smiles at you as you gently take the napkin, another burst of confidence suddenly washing over you as you tuck it into the waist band of your bikini
“i’ll keep it safe… i’m here most nights if you wanna come support your favourite local stripper”
he laughs as you wink at him, eyes dragging over your body as you walk to the door, opening it up for him, he loops a hand around your waist as he walks by you, bringing you close enough to leave a kiss on your temple. you lead him back through to the main room before you have to head back to the dressing room, fixing his collar for him as he stands by the bar, scratching his neck gently as you bring your hands back down, letting him drink you in for the last time tonight.
“goodnight princess”
“goodnight jisung”
you smirk as you turn around, walking around the bar again like the first time he saw you, watching as you wave and wink again before disappearing behind the curtain.
jisung knew he shouldn’t fall for the first and only stripper who’s ever paid him attention, but there’s was something so intoxicating about you. and he knew he was fucked.
hihi have you removed all of Mark’s parts in your previous fics?? (just inquiring, you don’t have to respond or explain)
yes, i’ve removed all my mark centred fics, and from any headcanons. there’s a few fics up that he is still in (hoobae for example) where it was difficult to kind of edit him out. but most works he has been removed from
Hi angel !! i made a request a while ago ab witch reader and poly 127.
Not tryna rush you but did you scrap it or is it in the works 😓
THANK YOU either way !!
hi angel! yes it’s still in the works! i’ve been working on loads of requests for a while so im sorry it’s taking as long as it is! promise i haven’t scrapped it!
summary: pt.1 of more fake texts between reader and girl dad! haechan! telling haechan you’re pregnant for the first and second time! life with baby bears and husband!girl dad!haechan
Subby whiny Haechan please 🙏🙏🙏 like maybe he's being punished for acting like a brat or something. (Bonus points if its like with his girlfriend and Jaemin!!!!) I'm crazy for Nahyuck
hi my lovely! thank you for being so patient! i just posted this i hope you love it! 🫶
