personal: my god given christian name is actually imagesbywayv! weird how that worked out! & I’m 23
who I write for: wayv… big soft spot for kun but I write for all members 🫶 I might write for other units in the future but it would only be select members (eyeing yuta. and jeno.)
what I write: fun consensual smut!
what i don’t write: rn I don’t write pure fluff & I don’t see myself ever writing dark/noncon themes. hard lines are daddy/mommy kink, ageplay
request status: right now my inbox is always open & i’ll write whatever speaks to me or aligns with my chakras or something like that. so feel free to request! I really like writing individual scene ideas & can usually get those out pretty quick
▸ 18+ mdni. | warnings. size kink, implied loss of virginity (depends how you see it), kun's disgustingly in love <3 this was requested, so that's why i'm writing cute stuff.
at the start of your relationship, kun was careful. a small sensitive thing like you couldn't get injured, and surely not by him—not yet, at least. he was patient, telling himself that it was worth it to wait, to not rush things. he knew you couldn't handle someone like him, and even less take him, but with a little bit of training, you would eventually be able to.
he thinks you look the prettiest underneath him, wide eyes looking up at him, fully trusting him. it's endearing, really, how you let him take care of you, not even asking him questions. nothing matters, you just want kun.
with a silent nod of your head, he finally pushes at your entrance, stretching you out on his cock. he doesn't stop at the tip like usual, he instead continues his way in despite hearing your little whines, clearly not used to the sensation.
"you're fine, baby, you're fine," he reassures you, leaning down to softly kiss your temple. he feels your hands closing around his biceps and your index finger barely reaches your thumb. "just a lil' bit more," he says.
"okay," you breathe out, biting down into your bottom lip to hold back a whimper.
he bottoms out and lets out a hiss when you clench around him, realizing you have the entirety of him inside of you for the first time. it hurts, but you're relieved that you finally can feel all of him.
your grip tightens around him, and if kun didn't think you were hurting, he'd maybe complain about your nails digging into his skin. he moves his hips back, waiting a few seconds for you to take your breath before slowly bottoming out again. your pussy gushes around him and it slightly reassures him to know that you're literally soaking wet. makes things a lot less painful and much smoother.
after some time, his pace grows faster, and you're extremely whiny, but kun can clearly see that pain slowly fades into pleasure. "doing so good f'me," he praises, panting heavily, mouth open to let the air out. "your tiny cunt is squeezing my cock so tight, fuck," he says, almost moaning out from how heavenly you feel.
"so big, kun," you cry, eyes wet and glossy. you feel him so deep, and for a reason, because when you look down where you both meet, you see the bulge of his cock through your stomach.
when kun hears your quiet gasp, he follows your gaze down. "shit," he curses under his breath. he never thought he'd ever see such a cute, yet so arousing sight. it only amplifies the possessiveness he has over you, his desire to protect and ruin you at the same time.
"i love you so much, baby," kun moans out, his thrusts becoming sloppy, his skin slapping against yours. "so fucking much. all mine."
I just found your account after spiralling all day today bc of how thick qian kun is now wtf did you see his The Performance in Japan look because..... when did he get so big..... his arms his chest.... help. ....I need him biblically
first and foremost i love that my account continues to be an outlet for hard kun thoughts im so glad this is my reputation. Second of all YES AND I NEED A WORD WITH THE STYLIST WHO KEEPS GIVING HIM LONG SLEEVES. LET ME AT EM
a/n: sub tops save me save me sub tops… you may recognise some themes from this headcanon post! that wasn’t enough to satiate my sick craving for submissive dejun <3 merry christmas one and all
tags: sub!dejun, humiliation, a hint of degradation, praise (‘good boy’), oral (f!rec), a hint of clit biting because I’m a little freak, begging, pinv, edging (m!rec), orgasm denial (m!rec)
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Despite the bruises from doing this just the night before, Dejun is on his knees again. It’s a position he puts himself in willingly, though he won’t deny you the fun of making him. The fun of humiliating him. Truthfully, there’s no place he’d rather be.
He whines against you, a sweet, melodic sound, just as pretty as he is. A mess of soft curls falls over his eyes, which flash open every so often to check your reaction, like your shaky whimpering isn't clue enough.
His tongue greedily explores your folds, licking, kissing, sucking, biting your clit, ravenous at the taste of you. More than that, he’s ravenous at the taste of pleasing you, of hearing you moan, of feeling your thighs around his head, of your juices coating his chin.
“Fuck- please let me fuck you-” He tries to pull away to beg, but he’s cut off by your thighs squeezing his head, drawing his tongue back to your cunt. He laps at your arousal, groaning when you grind into his mouth. You bury your fingers in his hair and pull him back.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” Though you heard his request, he’s so fun to tease. He looks up at you with the cute kicked-puppy eyes he always gets when you make him repeat himself, humiliate himself.
“I said-” He closes his eyes. You can feel his ragged, anxious breathing, warm against your dripping pussy. “Please, please let me fuck you.”
“You’re so cute.” You sigh, absentmindedly petting his hair. “It almost makes me want to give you what you want…”
“Almost…”
“Yeah.” You shrug. “Almost.”
He pouts so pitifully at this that you consider giving in. The more you deny him, though, the needier he gets, the harder he fucks you when he’s finally allowed. You brush your fingers down his cheek, leaning down to kiss his forehead.
“Use your fingers,” You mutter next to his ear. “I might feel more generous after I cum.”
He responds without words, more of a breathless whine. You part your folds to give him easier access and he kisses your fingertips before attaching his mouth to your clit again. Two slender fingers slide in with little resistance, curling up inside you to meet his tongue at your clit.
“Good boy…”
He responds to that with moans that send shivers down your spine, burying his head into your pussy, thrusting against your G-spot with a fervour that makes you yelp. Pleased, so pleased with pleasing you, he sucks at your clit, long and sharp and enough to make your legs quiver around his head.
“Oh fuck, make me cum, baby.”
He wants you to use him, he’s told you as much, so you sink your fingers into his hair, holding him close against you so you can grind against his tongue. It’s in this moment that you understand exactly how he gets when he’s desperate to cum, why he’d do anything to reach that high.
The pleasure turns from a distant ache to a sharp, urgent sensation - a want into a need. He grips your thigh for support with his free hand as you give yourself exactly what you need. Fisting the sheets for leverage, your orgasm shakes through you, pussy clenching tight around his fingers.
He kisses your thighs as you come down. His desperate, hungry eyes say nothing but please. You could pretend not to know what he wants, but when all you want is him inside you, any pretence feels like an unnecessary delay. He’s a truly pathetic sight on his knees, veiny cock leaking precum, waiting for your instruction. Gorgeous.
You hold his face in your hands and kiss him as he stands up. It’s hard not to grin at the light in his eyes, already so needy, so cute. Sometimes, when he’s like this, he’ll cum too early, without permission. This doesn’t bother you. Punishing him is just a different kind of fun.
He holds his cock against your entrance, waiting for your approval. “You’ve been so good.” You nod. “Go ahead, baby.”
You keep your face cool and indifferent as his cock fills you inch by inch, despite how incredible he already feels. The more you ignore him, the needier he gets. Though at this point, it hardly matters.
He fucks you like a wild animal, panting and moaning from his first thrust into you. Winded by the force, you reach up and grab his neck, pulling him closer, finding his lips with your own. The panting and moaning is even hotter against your mouth. He tastes like you as he sucks your tongue, bites your lip. All of a sudden, his hips slow to an agonising stop.
“Edging already?” A sweet smile spreads across your lips. “Are you that desperate?”
All he can do is nod, face contorted in concentration. Such a pretty, helpless sight.
“How pathetic. Can you say that for me? Tell me how pathetic you are?”
“I- fuck-” His cock twitches inside you. You tilt your head patronisingly as he finds the will to speak. “I’m so pathetic, baby, all for you.” He thrusts into you again, hard and fast.
“And needy, hm?” You smile as if you’re not tormenting him. As if he isn’t pounding into you like his life depends on it, as if he isn’t making you see stars with his hips.
“So needy…” He agrees without question.
“So obedient.” The smile still plastered on your face seems to drive him even wilder. “Good boy…”
“Am I allowed to, ah…” He mutters through shaky breath. “Can I cum?”
“One bit of praise and you’re already being demanding?” You sigh. “Not yet, Dejun, be patient.”
The scolding only seems to make him harder, more desperate. His hips move at an unbelievable pace, like he’s giving you everything just to prove how much he wants you. Still sensitive from cumming so hard, the friction of his cock starts to overwhelm you.
“You like it- ah- you like it when I’m mean to you, don’t you, baby?”
“Mm.” He stammers as he slows to edge again. “I really- I really do.”
“Don’t stop!” You scold, a hint of genuine exasperation colouring your tone. He’s so desperately hard and it feels so good. He dutifully obeys, picking up his pace again. This time, you let your pleasure flow freely from your mouth, tormenting him with how good he’s making you feel. “Oh, god, Dejun.” Your moans fill the room. “Your cock feels so fucking good…”
Already at the edge again, the next groan out of his mouth is low but pleading, intoxicatingly whiny. “Can I- please can I cum?” He begs, eyes wide. “Fuck- please?”
The look in his eyes is of pure torment, any playful façade slipped away. If he’d ever been playing the part of a desperate man, now he’s living it, it’s consuming him. It would be cruel to deny such a pathetic sight.
if you haven't done this before - who in wayv prefers ass vs tits
oh wait I haven’t done this one!! ok here are my thots. I forgot how I format these ones so we’re freestyling
kun i definitely think prefers tits. he likes seeing your face and hearing the pretty sounds you make when he grabs them in missionary, likes taking pictures of them painted with his cum, he can’t help his eyes wandering when you’re wearing anything low-cut…
ten is another one that’ll be caught staring, but at your ass. staring at your hips while you walk, as you dance, as you ride him, as he fucks you from behind…
winwin isn’t too choosy but If pressed I think also an ass guy!! tbh!! he strikes me as the type to be very reserved in public but very grabby at home
xiaojun likes your tits because he likes your nipples! I just really think xiaojun and nipple play go hand in hand. when he’s particularly frustrated, the sight of them peeking through your shirt when you’re not wearing a bra is enough to get him hard
hendery is an ass guy you cannot convince me otherwise he just has the energy!! I think he can be downright shameless about it, like he’d be groping you slightly too publicly. man cannot keep his hands off
yangyang likes both equally and so much!! he loooves watching your tits bounce when you fuck, LOVES to fuck you from behind while you’re wearing a skirt, he’s very handsy during sex but he’s grabbing everything, appreciating all of you
contains: established relationship, sub!reader, oral sex (f!rec), dirty talk, pet names, begging, light degradation kink, finger sucking, name calling (slut), anal play (no anal penetration)
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“I’m cold.” You whine playfully and scoot closer to your boyfriend.
A small grin appears on Yangyang’s lips as he’s perfectly aware what you’re trying to do. Every time he wears this brown knitted sweater you immediately look for ways to steal it from him. Luckily, this time you’re at home.
“It’s not that cold.” He mumbles as his eyes crease with a playful smile.
“I don’t know…” You do an exaggerated shiver and glance down at the phone in his hand. “Maybe I just need something soft and cozy…” You pause for an effect which you successfully achieve, because he finally shoots you a look. You on the other hand, quickly look in the opposite direction. A warm thrill starts to linger all over your skin the longer he keeps his eyes on you, and one thing there’s to know about Yangyang is that he takes his time gazing at you.
“Are you asking for my sweater?” He finally asks through a teasing chuckle.
“Yes, I’m asking for your sweater,” you face him at once with lips curving down slightly, “though I’d rather have it without needing to ask every single time.”
Yangyang laughs and sets his phone down.
“It’s too big and it looks ridiculous on you anyway.” You quickly add, crossing arms in front of your chest.
“You really know how to flatter a guy, huh.”
You shrug, failing to suppress your grin as you watch him stand on his feet. He pulls the sweater and slip it over his head which leaves him in a classic tank top. Instead of helping you out with putting it on, like every other boyfriend would do in this situation perhaps, he just throws it at you.
That’s what made you crush on him though.
“I wear it better.” You comment, pleased with how the knitted sweater hangs loosely around your figure; the sleeves are extending far past your hands and apparently that amuses Yangyang a lot.
“You wish.”
“I do!” You give him a quick spin to prove your point, then you step forward as he’s back sitting on the couch. He agrees, you can see it in his shiny gaze. “Especially if I take these off.”
You pull down your comfy shorts and toss them away.
Yangyang shakes his head in disbelief with your sudden change of attitude. He’s learned how to handle you though.
“Come closer,” he drags his mischievous eyes up your legs and moves his hands to your hips once you settle between his thighs. His fingers find the hem of your panties beneath his sweater and tug them down. “There you go, perfect.” The corner of his mouth twitches provocatively, but he refrains from lifting the sweater, because that’s what you’re waiting for.
Without asking for permission, he shoves your underwear in the pocket of his jeans and leans back, resting his head against the back of the couch.
“It’s comfy, but not enough to make me feel warm.” Your lips pucker up in a fake pout as you straddle his lap.
The cool air kisses the skin between your thighs, your folds and your sensitive clit that’s needy for friction. The thrill makes you realise even more that you’re turning wet over nothing… or not exactly nothing - over Yangyang’s lazy smirk sneering at you, over his exposed collarbone and his hands that rest on the cushions instead of reaching to touch you.
“And what’s gonna warm you up, doll?” He raises a brow before shifting his attention towards your hand. It’s sneaking beneath the fabric, not discreetly at all. “Desperate, huh?”
“Baby, come on…” you bite your lip and pull his shirt with your free hand as another pleading sign. “I know you want to touch me.”
“Yeah, baby, I do.” Yangyang leans in as though he’s about to kiss you. An artificial look of sympathy is written on his attractive face. “But I also want to hear you beg. Think you can do that, hm?”
You sigh when you feel the rush flow through your body in the rhythm of your fingers. It’s nice, but far from what it could be.
Your fist is clenching desperately at Yangyang’s shirt as the challenging smile remains evident on his lips. He’s waiting.
“Please,” you mumble quietly while maintaining the soft circles on your vulnerable spot, “please, I need it so bad.”
Yangyang’s head falls to one side. His brows furrow as he’s heard better from you before.
“I… I want you to feel how wet I am for you.” You get a hold of his wrist, but he retrieves before you can guide it anywhere you want.
Before you have time to say anything more, his two fingers sneak through your lips and glide further into your mouth.
“You’re fuckin’ wet for me all the time.” His charming smile shines condescendingly.
The effects of his laughter make you weak at the knees, but they can also be felt on your fingertips that get messier by your essence.
“You’re a little slut.”
You moan around his knuckles and the embarrassment of how quick you are to show such reactions immediately heats up your cheeks. None of this remains unnoticed by Yangyang.
“Look at you drooling all over me,” he clicks with his tongue as he observes the saliva escaping the corner of your mouth, “such a horny little thing…”
Your lips close around his fingers and suck thoroughly up and down. In the same speed your own digits slide to your entrance and smear the arousal that keeps leaking out of you.
“Yangyang,” you breathe out after he empties your mouth and gives your face a light tap.
“What?” He grips your jaw and locks eyes with yours. The act has a hint of roughness that makes your tummy flip with excitement. “Damn, baby, you look like you’re about to cry. Am I asking for too much?”
You know he’s still teasing you, but you’re quick to shake your head.
“I just really need you to make me cum, baby,” you say, and a second later your eyes brighten up at the feeling of his hands; they move under the sweater to grip your ass greedily. “Please—“ Your voice suddenly fades down as his tongue runs against the side of your neck, sending shockwaves across your body. “I’m desperate…”
“C’mon,” Yangyang utters beneath your ear as he nibbles on your skin for a while, “show me how wet you are.” At once he leans back and looks at you with determination.
You adjust one leg over the back of the couch, moving as close as you can so his mouth levels with your pussy. A sense of relief washes over you the moment his tongue licks you up. Soon enough, this feeling expands into something more; something much greater than a simple need for release.
“Shit, this pussy is fuckin’ soaked, baby.”
Yangyang lands a strong slap on your ass before attaching his flat tongue back onto your clit. The pleasure spreads rapidly through your body and mind, blocking every little thought you previously had inside as he forces it to move swiftly.
There’s no teasing, no attempts for a build up, just insatiable desire that keeps his jaw tensing and moving.
“Fuck, baby—“ your small shaky curses slip one by one from your lips, but Yangyang is far too immersed into your taste now to comprehend any of them.
His hands are full with your butt cheeks, his chin - dripping with a mixture of spit and arousal, and it only gets worse the further he tries to push himself into your heat. The mess invades his top as he slurps hungrily causing you to gasp and mewl as you hold yourself steady.
“Oh God—“ you yelp against the wall, praying your neighbours aren’t home to hear your debauched voice breaking. “Make me cum, pleasepleaseplease…”
Your chain of pleading temporarily stops when Yangyang detaches from your wet folds. You can feel yourself clenching around air as you’re desperately anticipating the moment he’s going to touch you again so the throbbing knot inside you can finally snap.
“Keep begging, you know I love it.”
As he catches his breath for a second, Yangyang collects some of your slickness on his fingers and starts rubbing your back hole. The sound of bliss you make as a result has him grinning as his middle finger invites itself inside.
“Yeah, just like that, sluts need to beg in order to cum, baby.”
He stretches you out with massaging motions that continue to stimulate you till you reach your peak against his mouth - with lots of squirming, disjointed pleading and loud cries slipping through the thin walls.
You beg until the last minute as his other hand keeps you glued to his tongue that welcomes each drop of your overwhelming orgasm.
“Good slut.” Yangyang humms, satisfied with the sweet taste. Wanting to share it with you, he rushes to kiss you the moment you’re sat down on his lap, taking your breath away all over again.
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