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WINWIN ONESHOT RECS
M mature | ✿ personal favorite
Overrated - he was never one for attachment M [41.7k]
The Stars - fantasy historic AU, angst ouch bruh M [29.7k]
Tip Jar - magic AU, winking stars and magic spells [18.3k]
Fool - falling in love maybe never ends, angst ouch [16.7k]
Sleepless Cinderella: Sicheng - fake dating [13.5k]
You - you fall in love too easily, some angst ✿ M [13.1k]
The Kiss Experiment - helping Kun w a project [9.5k]
Cigarette Daydreams - bad boy Sicheng [7.3k]
Love, Summer - merman, “will you come w me?” [7.3k]
Eris - thankfully you knew how to treat blood wounds [6.2k]
Candy - strangers to neighbors to friends to lovers M [6.2k]
5 Times Winwin Tried to Kiss You and the 1 Time He Did [6k]
And Stupidly, Us - when you find a man bleeding ✿ [5.5k]
Wearing Nothing But my Calvins and a Bit of... M [5k]
Say It - servant boy Sicheng is your hero ✿ [4k]
Water Balloons and Sidewalks - neighbor Sicheng [3.3k]
Love in my Pocket - a playlist titled to the girl next door [3k]
Sweet Tooth - vampire Sicheng, two inconveniences [2.8k]
Remember the Saints - race car driver Sicheng [2.6k]
Win - single dad Sicheng, and what a win it was [2.6k]
Heartbeat - hospitalized Sicheng and a nurse [2.5k]
Millions - he pretends the idea doesn’t bother him [2.3k]
Come Pick Me Up - drunk at a New Year’s Eve party [2.1k]
Fall in Love with Me - guardian angel Winwin [2.1k]
When We Were Young - his name was Sicheng, angsty [1.9k]
Spontaneity - taking you for a wisdom teeth removal [1.8k]
Or a Hundred Years - demon, “just a little longer, love” [1.7k]
A Close Call - spies, “because I love you goddamnit!” [1.6k]
Say It - exes to lovers. problematic Winwin M [1.6k]
Predator: Wounded Fawn - “I’m not going to kill you” [1.4k]
Earphones - he “accidentally” loses his AirPods ✿ [1.2k]
Natural - he proves he’s the best bf after an accident [1.2k]
Oops I Did It Again - school heartthrob Winwin [1.2k]
You’re Not Very Smooth - under the mistletoe [1k]
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[main masterlist] [nct masterlist] updated 7-30-21
✧ NCT/WayV Yangyang x reader ✧ words: ~800 ✧ genre: fluff ✧ warnings: suggestive ✧ prompts: kitchen counter make-outs + “i’ve had a terrible day at work so just kiss me” (from this list)
(requested)
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 say, 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, 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.”
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