#wayv fic

[blondechariot]

🐱~WayV Masterlist~🐶

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Reaction Series

WayV reaction to someone walking in on you while you're making out

WayV reacting to another member cockblocking them on purpose

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Study Break (Xiaojun NSFW)

[paperkrane]

hi! i think i read one of your fics like a couple of years ago, and it was about wayv, did you deleted it? is there a way ti find them? sorry to bother xx

Hi! All my fics are on ao3 and my pseud there is andnowforyaya. Enjoy!

https://archiveofourown.org/users/andnowforyaya/works?fandom_id=9139561

[pankesitopank]

okay literally anything with ten please 😭 there is not enough of him on this app 😩 i love how you write him too

— 🔟 anon

𝙇𝙚𝙩 𝙈𝙚 𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙔𝙤𝙪

cw: Oral (f!receiving), Pussy Worship, Virgin-ish Vibes, First Orgasm, Praise, Slight Degradation, Soft Dom Ten, Emotional Intimacy

cw: idk but its short

I've had this saved for so long...

but since the previous Ten fic (which I think was literally the first lol) didn't have as much relevance as the others, I thought maybe there were too few Ten stans.

But well, since I love him too, I'll leave you this one

and I'm also sure I have another one but I can't find it....

You hadn’t even meant to say it.

It slipped out mid-laugh, tangled in a moment where Ten had been kissing your neck, his fingers brushing your hip under your oversized tee. You’d whispered something about how this was new for you—not just this, but pleasure, the way it curled low in your stomach like it had a purpose.

He blinked up at you from where he’d been trailing kisses down your collarbone.

"Wait... what do you mean new?"

You hesitated. Heat creeping into your cheeks.

"Like... I’ve never really... finished before. You know." You paused. "Not with someone. Not even... by myself."

Ten froze. Not shocked, not mocking—focused. His gaze sharpened, mouth slightly open like he was ready to say a dozen things and didn’t know where to start.

"You’ve never—" he exhaled hard, eyes narrowing slightly. "Wait. Not even with your ex?"

You gave a soft, almost embarrassed laugh.

"He tried. Kind of. But… not really. He never went down on me right, and honestly, I just thought maybe my body doesn’t—"

"Don’t say that."

Ten’s voice dropped, firm and low. "Don’t you ever say that again."

And then he moved. Just slid down the bed, slow and deliberate, fingers grazing your thighs until he was pulling them apart, fitting himself between them like it was his right.

Your breath hitched.

"Ten—"

"Shh." His tone melted. Softer now. "Let me show you what it’s supposed to feel like."

He looked so calm, but there was a storm behind his eyes. His palms were warm on the insides of your thighs, thumbs brushing the crease near your hips as he leaned in, gaze locked onto your core like he was studying it—memorizing the shape of you.

"You’re sensitive," he murmured. "I can tell already. Your legs are shaking, baby."

And they were. Just from the weight of his stare.

Then his lips were on you. No hesitation. No teasing, not yet—he just dove in like he was starving. His tongue started slow, thick and broad against your folds, licking one long stripe from your entrance to your clit until your hips jumped in shock.

"Already?" he teased, voice muffled. "That good?"

Your fingers gripped the sheets. Your chest heaved.

"Ten—oh my god—"

He groaned against you like the taste of you did something to him, like it short-circuited something in his brain. And then he focused. His tongue circled your clit, not too fast, not too rough—just enough pressure to make your stomach coil tight, your hips twitch toward him.

"That’s it," he breathed, kissing the inside of your thigh. "Don’t hold back. Let me hear you."

You whimpered—completely overwhelmed, already so close it was ridiculous. His fingers were gentle, spreading you open, thumb resting just below where his mouth worked relentlessly.

"Your ex was a fucking idiot," he muttered, dragging his tongue lower, teasing your entrance. "How could anyone have this in front of them and not lose their mind?"

Then—two fingers, slow and careful, easing inside while his tongue returned to your clit. You nearly arched off the bed.

"You’re so tight, baby," he whispered. "No wonder it never worked. He didn’t take his time. Didn’t deserve to touch you."

You were gasping, your whole body shaking, thighs trying to close around his head—he just grabbed your hips and held you open, relentless.

"That’s it, baby," he growled, voice low and needy. "Let it happen. I’ve got you. Don’t fight it—just let go."

And when you came?

It was like your body collapsed. Everything clenched, your fingers in his hair, your throat letting out the most shattered, breathless sound—and he just kept going. Slowing his tongue, letting you ride it out, whispering

“So fucking perfect. So good for me. I’ve got you.”

When he finally pulled back, chin glistening, eyes dark and so smug… he kissed your thigh again and said,

"That’s one. Now we teach you what two feels like."

[haechanhues]

[8:11am] you amused bad boy!hendery. the good girl everyone knows seem to be a lie. well... not really. more a 'not full truth'. you were playing with your fingers, unsure of yourself in a room you didn't belong in. while he found comfort in it. because no matter how often principal leery told him off. he cared about bad boy!hendery. more than his parents did. and you....he wanted you to care about him too.

[cbeargyu]

Your Haechan fic was 🔥 and you write so well considering English isn’t your first language!!

Side note i too am a yangyang girly 🤭

okay this is gonna sound kinda ironic, i know i said english isn’t my first language, but i’m actually an english teacher lol💀 thing is, i grew up writing fics in spanish so it just felt more natural to me, even tho i wrote tons of essays + papers in english during college. i used to think fic writing in english was a whole different vibe and i couldn’t pull it off, but i've been learning a lot lately watching shows and reading fanfics helped me tons. it’s still a work in progress but i’m slowly getting there🩷

also tysm🫶🏻it makes me so happy y’all liked it, my nerves are slowly going away🥹 only the pretty ones are yangyang girlies 🔥👅🔥

[ssweetreveries]

🎥 wayv masterlist

✩smut ❀fluff

kun

nothing yet…

ten

warm my heart ❀

winwin

nothing yet…

xiaojun

nothing yet…

hendery

nothing yet…

yangyang

nothing yet…

[haechanhues]

Heart And All

pairing : a relationship that has never been defined! liu yangyang x gender-neutral!reader

genre : sick fic. angst.

warnings : sick fic! mentions of hospital and the typical hospital related warnings (sickness/dying/medications etc)

summary : you visit yangyang in the hospital.

You're a little nervous, unsure about whether or not you should be there or if you even deserve to be there. His friends know you as a rendezvous that they're used to on a Friday night. His family know you as a regular face during some early morning breakfast with easy conversations.

It was a casual situationship that bordered on relationship and friendship, crossing the barriers more often than not. But it was fine. Labels weren't necessary neither were they scary.

Until now

The smell of antiseptic was once a comfort to you. You ceased to understand why people would find it traumatic, you found it soothing, healing.

Now, you understood.

A little.

You find Liu Yangyang, jokester. Pain in your ass. The only person who seems to understand you body and soul. Heart and all. Looking too frail and weak on the hospital bed.

His soft eyes, and soft conversation with his mother halts at the sight of you by the entrance.

"Hi darling," Yangyang's mother sweetly smiles at you, "Come in."

"You came?" Yangyang questioned, a little touched. You look pretty as per usual. But hes super excited by the sight of you. Finally someone that isn’t his family that hover over him, nor his friends that sneak him shots of alcohol only to drink them themselves seeing his state.

You nod, a basket of fruit sitting awkwardly in your hands.

"That doesn't suit you," He comments and he's quickly chastised by his mother swiping him across the chest. You see the way he smiles, almost as if he's chasing the normalcy of being told off by his mother for his cheeky retorts.

Yangyang's mother excuses herself, rubbing your shoulder before exiting.

"Thanks, dickhead," You huff, and Yangyang's mother loves the laugh that escapes her son's mouth as she wanders down the hallway to give the two of you space. Her arm quickly wrapping around her husband's in a tight grip and an emotional sniff of breath.

You kneel beside him on the bed, eyes trailing across his body with wide eyes.

"Do I look that terrible?" He snorts and he expects you to laugh. To smile. Be the normal he craves. You know he does.

But,

Your expression crumbles instead, and he's alarmed by the pure emotion that glazes your eyes over, "I'm sorry."

He frowns, leaning over to wrap you in an awkward embrace, courtesy of the wires he's plugged into and the IV drip, "Why are you sorry?"

"I wasted too much time," You confess, gluggy in the throat and stuffy in the nose, "All this time."

"It's not too late at all," Yangyang chuckles, "Tell me what you want to."

"I like you," You vent, "Have for ages. So much so that I think I love you now..Surprise!"

His body shakes with laughter, but even he can feel his eyes welling with unshed tears, holding you, "I love you too."

He listens to the slow rise and fall of your chest. And you feel the warmth of his body soothing you. You've got your chin hooked over his shoulder as if you're the sick one.

His arms are like pillars, strong and inviting. And you feel the butterflies as his soft hair brushes against the skin of your shoulders and lightly touches the skin of your neck.

It's quiet.

But you enjoy it.

Basking in the hold a little longer before visiting hours end. You don’t talk and neither does he.

It’s serenity.

He smells like baby soap and bandages but you can’t help but settle into it. Committing it to memory.

Warmth like you’ve never felt before.

"This is comfy," You whisper, pulling away. Laughing softly as his head follows your body, "Are you sleeping, love?"

‘Love’ is a first, but you hope to use it more often starting right now.

You laugh because you don't know.

And you only stop laughing when you see.

Your body moves on auto pilot. Feeling the rush of movement around you. He sleeps and sleeps. Even when his friends and family plead with him. Bargain with him and with people they can't see.

Even when they push on his chest.

Even when they record the time.

He sleeps and doesn't wake up.

author's note : ❤️

[croc-crocuta]

trust and consequences WayV/NCT Kun/Ten E 5.8k ao3.org/works/57154729

i need a quick response with zero commentary. what does this say. He sends the photo and prepares to wait - Ten is about as good as he is at creating schedules when they don't have any - but the response is immediate: oh my god. what the fuck???

canon complaint, sex pollen, but it's chocolate, dubcon, trope-typical consent issues, off-screen vomiting, ambiguous/open ending, vibes are OFF, explicit sexual content for WeishenV Fest 2024