winthingz

[winthingz]

Tasty (S) (A)

Cw:basketball player!winwin x bádminton player!reader,oral sex,slightly rough sex mainly soft,lots of I love u’s,Small argument,makeup sex,lovey-dovey shit,back scratching,kick back era sicheng 😵‍💫

Based off this from twt/X :link (NSFW)

A/N: yum yum (im abt to write an nct 127 angst fic after this)

WC: 800-ish

The start to your day was already shit but if badminton practice wasn’t worse you wouldn’t know what was your coach yelled at you for being a minute late and also missing multiple times as you got back home you dropped your practice bag and flopped down on the couch in your shared apartment with your boyfriend Sicheng, he currently wasn’t home since he had basketball practice until 7 so you texted him and dropped your phone down on the couch.As you now just lay there you being to tear up trying to cry but that was a futile attempt as you started to heave tears fall down your face but you quickly wiped your tears hearing the door unlock you see sicheng enter clearly distraught and angry as you bid your hellos to him he ignores you and walks off to the room slamming the door and locking it.You get up and walk to the room door to ask if hes okay as you do all you hear him say from the other side is a annoyed “go away” as you walk back to the living room you sit there sad knowing your one source of comfort is upset but you surpass this and grab the remote to turn on the tv you flip through numerous channels as sicheng exits the room with new clothes dawning a white T-shirt and basketball shorts he glances at you still pretty upset and looks back at the tv ypu turn to him and say hi again but he continues to ignore you and all you say is “Why are you ignoring me?” And that only seemed to make him more angry he looked to you absolutely livid only saying “Just shut the fuck up” as you paused you say “I just asked why you upset I wasn’t trying to make you mad” sounding sadder then ever “Well you did,great now im in an even worse mood” he says with such annoyance and distain in his voice you look away from him and down at the floor you feel yourself tear up again trying to hide your tears from him in hopes that he wont get more upset you curl up on the couch.you glance over at him again now he looks somewhat more calm but as if he feels bad for what he said to you.you wipe your tears but they still fall as you sniffle letting out a small sob,He looks at you turning his neck fast and he quickly cups you cheek in his hand looking at you sorrily “No baby im sorry I didn’t mean to get mad at you like that” no completely sobbing and covering your eyes in your palms wiping off your eyes you look back at him eyes slightly red as you shakily say “no its my fault I shouldn’t have pressed you like that” as he quiets you he softly smiles asking about why your sad and you explain everything to him he kisses your cheek and holds you telling you its okay and he ask if there is anything he can do to make up to you and you hesitantly say you want him as he quickly understands what you mean he lifts you up from the couch and carries you to the room he plops you on the bed and starts to kiss you asks if its okay.

to remove your skort and you nod as you remove your shirt leave you only in your underwear and bra as get up to remove those two articles of clothing he begins to remove his cloths as both of you are now naked he lifts up for legs and holds them back as he faces your cunt he licks your clit you whine in pleasure he continues to eat you out for a couple of minutes you start to moan in upmost pleasure you begin to spew out praise “Fuck chengie im gonna cum” as he lifts his face from your cunt you whine at the loss of stimulation sicheng get up from his position on the bed and drags to the end of the bed as he places your legs around his waist,you wrap your arms around his neck he lifts you up from the bed and inserts his cock into your cunt as he bounces you on his cock hard and fast until you tell him to slow down a little.

and he listens to you as he thrusts into you lovingly you began to scratch his back with your nails due to the pleasure it makes you feel warm inside as you start to random say “I love you” in between moans as he continued to thrust up into your for a few minutes all he could say was “I love you” “your made for me” “your the best thing that could happen to me” “ your my love” “I love you babe” as you moaned in pleasure

As his thrust became sloppy,he cums inside of you filling you up with his cum

As you thank him for pleasing you he replies with “Anything for you baby”

As both of you came at the same sichengs thrust became sloppy as he came to a stop. You both breathe heavily as you drop down to the bed with sichengs cock still inside of you he leaned down to kiss you again.

#winwin smut

[winthingz]

this turn of events | d.sc

featuring: guard!winwin x royalty!reader

word count: 1172 words

author's note: every time i write something with wayv i can and will make them speak in chinese / their dialects if possible, so i guess we can’t really be surprised that when i say “their language”, i really just mean wenzhounese. i can’t speak wenzhounese myself, so i’m trusting google on this one. hope you enjoy <3

author's note 2.0: winwin believes in fate btw. if you even care. (source: the panda video at 3.40)

taglist: @slytherinshua ,, @welcometomyoasis

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Sicheng glanced up at you, his ruler, and his heart softened. You were strong, courageous, but most of all, you were whole. You had been split apart time and time again and you still stood there, fully whole and scarred from the fractures. You smiled your glorious smile, the one that made kingdoms crumble and cities tremble, that led countries to their downfall.

In his heart, he didn’t think he had ever held so much love for anyone—not for his sister, whose hearing they were currently attending, not for the parents that had laboured to give him such a good life.

No, the only person he held in his heart was you, the hurricane that had dredged him out of the outer circle, that had molded this farmer’s son into the highest of the royal guard.

If your intoxicating aura could have been hidden away like a secret, in a cave full of treasures and wonder, they would have done you in. Yet, your spirit roamed free, never crushed underfoot by conquerors. The people's attitude had no effect on you, only providing a source of amusement which you enjoyed greatly.

Sometimes, when your eyes twinkled like that, mischief and resignation muddled in a cloudy mess of emotions, Sicheng was afraid. Not afraid of you—never afraid of you—but afraid for whoever had incited that mischief, for he knew it would never end well.

He knew that two months earlier, when he had attempted to break Sixue out of prison, that he had intentionally been left as the only guard on duty. You trusted him, and your brother hadn’t interfered, because he’d wanted to test Sicheng.

He hadn’t passed that test, evidenced by how they were gathered in that courtroom again, awaiting judgement.

Earlier, when Sixue had been led into the courtroom, her eyes haunted and dull, lips cracked and dry, Sicheng had felt a flash of a headache. It happened when you exerted a great amount of power over him, typically when he was being stubborn, but it was gone in an instant.

Because even without you controlling him, he could feel your stare against his back, and that alone was commanding enough for him to listen.

Sicheng hadn’t intended to go towards Sixue, even if her gaunt body and the blood that had dried crimson on her skin worried him. Because you had told him not to, and he trusted you with his life. By extension, he trusted you with Sixue’s as well.

One glance at you now, back rigid and gaze emotionless, would send shivers down anyone's spine. With your narrowed eyes, taut lips set into a line, it was easy to overlook the spots of pink dusting your cheeks, a telltale sign of your investment in this trial.

It hadn’t been hard for you to offhandedly make a decision to give Sixue a trial instead of immediately sending her for execution—and though Sicheng had bristled at how much power you held, he found comfort in the fact that you would never wield that power carelessly.

He wasn’t sure how you were intending to turn this trial in your favour when you weren’t allowed to speak, and as he watched Sixue, worry tugged at his heart. Upon questioning, Sixue’s words were hollow, hair hanging like a sheet in a drawn-back ponytail. Her fingers kept twitching, and Sicheng noticed her fingernails were grimy with dirt.

Sixue denied all of the accusations, which was a complete change from her attitude the last time she’d been brought before you. What Sicheng didn’t know was that you had instructed her to deny all accusations, and you would take care of the rest.

With little to no evidence to prove her guilt, and your silence encouraging the judge to let her go, Sixue was released.

Once the trial had ended, she was brought out of the courtroom, albeit no longer in chains.

Sicheng turned towards you, pleading gaze begging for your permission to speak to her, and you blinked slowly, guiding his foot to take one step in Sixue’s direction.

He didn’t need to be told twice, sprinting out of the courtroom and darting down the steps to where Sixue was, ready to wrench her out of the guards’ grasps, but then he caught himself, stopped, and inhaled.

“I’ll take it over from here.” He issued it like an order, the same way he imagined you would have, and the guards looked at each other before shrugging and handing her over.

As soon as they were out of earshot, backs turned towards the brother and sister, Sicheng wrapped Sixue in a hug so tight she had to pry herself out of it, gesturing to her blood-stained clothes and the bruises on her limbs.

“Agū.” She said one word, but the weight of it was unbearable for Sicheng. That one word was filled with years of memories, Sixue always turning to her older brother in times of trouble; when she scraped her knee or sprained her ankle, when she got tanned after spending too long in the sun and she cried because she would never be fair again.

Now, she was indeed fair, pale, even—and still she called out for Sicheng. Agū. He was her safe haven, the only constant in her life, the one who would attempt to rescue her even with the threat of execution hanging above his head.

She crumpled in his arms like paper, fragile and easily torn, so light and frail she might have flown away if the wind blew too hard.

“Why… why would the Crown do that for me?” she whispered, referring to you the way all peasants did, as “the Crown”, or in their language, huáng guān. 

“The Crown is a complex person,” he shrugs. “I’ve known them for so long, and yet I can never claim to know what exactly goes through their mind. I just know they’re not half as cruel as the rumours say.”

“They almost cut off my foot,” Sixue hissed, recoiling at the thought.

Sicheng rested one hand on her shoulder reassuringly. “The dagger would never have fallen on your foot. It was a mistake not to trust them then, because maybe if I’d left the dagger alone, they wouldn’t have sent you immediately for execution, and I wouldn’t have panicked and tried to break you—” He was cut off by Sixue clamping one hand over his mouth.

“Don’t voice it aloud. The walls have ears.”

Either way, as soon as Sicheng said it aloud, he knew that if he hadn’t changed the course of that dagger, you wouldn’t have had anything to bring your brother down with. In some ways, the world worked like that—if fate hadn’t brought him to you, he wouldn’t have had the money to keep his family alive.

Sixue would have spoken, but just then, you appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

“My brother’s trial is in a short while,” you informed Sicheng. “Be ready.”

Sicheng nodded, and turned to Sixue. “Take care of yourself.”

Sixue hugged her brother once more and was off.

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On a summer day, you invite Winwin to your home; you give your bed to him and you you put a mattress on the floor for yourself. He smells so good that you can't focus on anything. You turn left and right in your bed, and then he suddenly opens the light and stands over you like this and asks you "You can't sleep either?"You hold his hand and start to smell his collarbone. His smell is improving with every sniff. You make a weird noise. You hear a voice, Winwin is giggling because he is ticklish after you last sniffed on his neck. You hold his head between your two hands and put a long kiss on his beautiful dimple while he is smiling. Half of your mouth touches his lips. His lips are so soft and wet. You kiss his dimple again and again. He pulls back himself and reaches out toward you. He put a big kiss on your lips. And pushes you with his hand on your bed and comes to sit on your lap while you are lying. He puts his chin on your shoulder and hugs you so tight. You put your hand on his ass and he looks at you. He started to rub his ass on your lap while you were putting a big kiss on his soft lips. He starts to rub his ass so fast that you feel your cock catch fire due to friction. Winwin puts his head on your chest while grinding on your lap. You feel the cumshot on the tip of your cock, so you grasp his ass and let out a big moan while he gives you a big kiss. He stayed over you, and you both slept in this position until morning.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𒋲 ░⃟ོྀુ 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 with me. ཻུ♥︎ˀྀ ᳝᳜᳝᳜᳝᳜᳝᳜᳝᳜ᰯࣺ༾

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if the line holds | d.sc

featuring: guard!winwin x royalty!reader

word count: 1534

taglist: @welcometomyoasis ,, @slytherinshua

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Sometimes, you couldn't trust your eyes.

You’d learnt this lesson from faded memories that clawed at your insides if you indulged in them for too long, experiences of your brother torturing your mind and planting visions of insects crawling over your skin.

You had scars all over your arms, your legs, any expanse of skin that you could reach in those hours where you had been locked up. Hungry and sleep-deprived, your mind had been in the prime state for your brother to manipulate, causing you to see things that had never been real.

Your brother used to be your role model, before everything went to hell.

At first, everyone had thought he was a natural born ruler. Far better than you, a scrawny, book-smart child who never amounted to any sort of leader.

Then, by the time he was ten, he was so power-hungry and vicious that your parents had done everything they could to prevent him from becoming king. They had done their best to squash any sort of revolution, punishing all of his supporters and restraining his movement to one tower of the castle.

You had visited him often, still, your younger self not quite understanding what it meant to be the heir to the throne. You hadn’t known that your brother was, by that time, so vicious he would eat you alive if it meant he would survive just a second longer.

When you had visited, you had been entranced by the images he had conjured up in his tower, the visions of grandeur that graced his imaginary windows. It had enthralled you, pulling you to visit again and again.

Some days you would bring food, seeing how skinny your brother had gotten, and some days you would bring stories. You had always had an offering of some sort to give to him.

Then one day, the offering had been you.

Your brother had wrenched the food from your hand and tossed you into a cell you had never seen before, possibly because he had hidden it behind his pretend world of sand and shore.

You had lain there for days, losing track of time between snippets of sleep. There had never been food, but sometimes he would bring you water, just so that you wouldn’t die before he could conduct his experiment.

By that time, his gift had been extremely strong, and you had yet to come into yours. Your brother knew this, and so he had picked you as his first target.

Through that week of lying there, wondering when your parents would finally see through the glamour and find you, you had learned some things about your brother that you would never forget.

He fed on helplessness and feasted on fear. His heart was hardened inside and out, and his eyes had long since turned blind to the suffering, his ears deaf to the screams of all that he dared to torture.

Your parents had eventually found you, your gift having come into fruition under those circumstances, when you were so desperate your body learned to do the thing you wanted most—seize control of others. However, your parents hadn’t managed to do anything to your brother before he fled to the outskirts of town.

When you were 20, both your parents were killed on a trip to the outer circle, and you knew your brother had murdered them.

He had slowly made his way back into the kingdom with honeyed words and false praise, luring people in with his appearances and promises. You were powerless to stop him, but you had succeeded in keeping him at bay so far.

Now, as you watched your brother conjure up images of the desert and its strong winds, you forced yourself to see through his deceiving gift, to reject the enticing picture his gift was asking your mind to accept.

With some difficulty, you managed to see through to the other side, to Sixue lying on the ground, clutching her stomach, and Sicheng standing ramrod-straight, glaring at the visions.

The vein in your brother’s temple throbbed in anger. Sicheng was not providing him with the reaction he wanted, and he was getting annoyed.

Then, you realised something. Sicheng wasn’t staring into space like he usually did when he was on duty. Rather, he was staring at a specific spot on your brother’s face. You watched him a little longer, and it seemed like he was staring at your brother’s… nose?

You drew back from the crack in the wall in confusion.

Sicheng’s fingers curled up, scrunching his pants, and you watched his grip tighten. His face remained painfully neutral, but then your focus was broken by your brother’s choked gasp.

You watched the fear flash across your brother’s face with worry and confusion. You weren’t doing that, and to your knowledge, you were the only one present with the power to suffocate him without touching him.

Yet, there he was, gasping desperately for air, and you had nothing to do with it.

Out of nowhere, Sicheng fell to his knees, head bowed. “Your Highness,” he gritted out. “Are you alright?”

Your brother was scared and angry, and he had been taught to lash out when he experienced these emotions.

He moved towards Sicheng and wrapped his hands around his neck. He had completely let down his guard, and it was easy—too easy—to slip into his mind when he was that heated. You kept his hands where they are, around Sicheng’s neck, but you didn’t let him squeeze any harder.

His fingers rested there, on the skin of Sicheng’s throat, and you watched Sicheng take a long, slow gulp.

“You can control minds, too?” your brother asked, bewildered. Truth be told, so were you, but you didn’t have time for confusion. You tilted your head slightly around the crack, and spotted the telltale black camera in the corner of the room. There was no audio on these cameras, they only recorded visual information. And with your brother in such a position, hands around a guard’s neck, a prisoner lying indisposed on the floor, he didn’t look very good.

If you made it out alive, the tape from the security camera could place your brother behind bars—something you had been wanting to do for a long, long time.

Sicheng cocked his head to the side challengingly, but his fingers trembled slightly by his side. Whatever trick he had just pulled drained his energy, and you needed your brother indisposed of. Quickly.

Sicheng began to choke, gasping for breath, but you could tell it was self-inflicted. Your brother looked confused, but then Sicheng went limp in his hands, and you noticed he was holding his breath.

You had some time to act, in order to catch your brother red-handed.

The door crashed down and you sighed in relief. It felt like it had been an eternity since the power turned back on, but it had probably been only a few minutes. Additionally, the prison block had a backup power generator that only served the prison block, since power outages used to be a main factor in prison escapes.

The rest of the power must not have been restored yet, so they probably hadn’t sent guards out yet immediately. By the time the guards reached, it was the perfect opportunity for you to release your brother.

His fingers had been struggling against your hold on him for the past minute or so, and your sudden release drove his fingers hard enough into Sicheng’s trachea that it turned red when he immediately flinched and lets go. You winced, hoping Sicheng wasn’t injured, but fortunately he was starting to breathe again.

He convincingly made it look like your brother had just tried to strangle him, and Sixue lying on the floor didn’t help your brother’s case.

With a devilish grin, you prevented your brother from using his powers, leaving the rest of his cognitive ability alone. He wasn’t aware that whatever illusion he was trying to conjure wasn’t working, and the guards immediately moved forward and placed him in chains.

“What are you doing?” You were sure your brother has never been put in chains before. It must be heavy for him, seeing as how he stumbled forward when the guard roughly pushed him along.

“I didn’t do anything, I swear!” His voice rose higher and higher when the guards showed no sign of listening. One of them leaned down to help Sicheng up, and another guided Sixue back into her cell. Anyone who had been monitoring the feed would come to the conclusion that your brother had let the prisoner out, not Sicheng, and his attempted murder seemed like a natural course of action.

For that, he could possibly be charged with treason to the crown. Aiding a traitor and trying to kill a guard seemed like reason enough for imprisonment, possibly execution if you had evidence for him killing your parents all those years ago.

You clenched your jaw. The line between reality and illusions had finally been brutally ripped apart, leaving the ugly, naked truth in its wake. Since that line no longer held, you couldn’t help but wonder what would happen next.

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[winthingz]

write for winwin please <3

um YES!!! i love him so bad omomgomh ty for ur request 😪😪 i hope u like <3

come over?

dong sicheng

𓍯 ִֶָ pairing- nonidol!winwin x gn!reader, dom!reader x sub!winwin(????????), established relationship

𓍯 ִֶָ warnings- making out, dry humping, cumming & mentions cum, slight dirty talk, MDNI, lmk what else <3

𓍯 ִֶָ a/n- anon i loved writing this i hope ur okay with this<3 everyone 🙃lmk if i should write something more smutty or fluffy i love u all

winwin invited you over at the late hours of the night why you ask? for a sweet little dirty make out session. which you are having currently.

his lips feel so soft against yours. his chest bare because his shirt was quickly stripped away. your pants being forgotten as well as you grind down against your boyfriend.

the kisses were sloppy but needy. each one had you wanting more. him letting soft whimpers leave his mouth.

“you are so- pretty a-ah-“ he left more wanting kisses as he helped your hips move against him. your tongue slipping into his mouth.

your boyfriend tries to fight for dominance but loses that battle quickly. you lick into his mouth, moaning against his now swollen lips.

he gasps when he feels your lips against his neck. his whimpers and moans getting louder as he feels you start to grind down harder.

“you gonna come for me pretty boy?” you taunt him pulling him into a filthy kiss. he moans so loud at the nickname.

“i’m g-gonna cum if you call me that.” his eyes are no longer open as you rub against his chest. “oh? found a little name you like huh pretty boy.” you smirk as his hips slightly buck.

“s-shit.” is the last thing your boyfriend remembers before seeing stars.

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[winthingz]

【ENG SUB】240324 WayV WINWIN Cooler Box EP25(WINWIN's Riding Training)

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Winwin Douyin Update (240326)

[winthingz]

dear soulmate ( dong sicheng/winwin )

sicheng x male reader

just boys falling in love tbh <3

content : 0.6k words, fluffy fluffy

( a/n ) this one's for the lauvers !!!! this is kinda short - im listening to laufey today and she gives me writing motivation so this winwin fluff was born in between the other fics im working on

do you live in new york city,

or a couple towns away?

wherever you are, i'd jump in my car,

just to see you today.

"excuse me, can i sit here?"

sicheng looked up, taking one of his earbuds out. the man in front of him was quite possibly the most beautiful thing he'd ever laid eyes on. he quickly cleared his throat, nodded, and gave a warm smile.

"sure, of course."

"thank you. i didn't expect it to be so crowded here."

sicheng nodded again and looked around the café. all the tables were occupied, and the line was longer than usual. he assumed it was because it was lunch time on a weekend.

the man now sitting across from him began taking his phone and laptop out of his bag. the sun was hitting his skin perfectly from the large window beside their table. he looked almost ethereal, as if right out of a movie.

"i like your nails a lot," the man complimented. sicheng's eyes widened, looking down at his black and silver nails that ten had painted for him just last night.

"oh, thank you. my friend likes to paint people's nails."

the man laughed quietly, "that's cute."

sicheng looked down at his book with a bashful smile.

the man got back to work on his computer after that. he picked up his phone for just a moment, then set it back down on the table before putting one air pod in his left ear.

sicheng carefully sneaked a peak at the man's phone, as the screen was still lit with the song he was listening to. sicheng's heart sped up when he instantly recognized the album on the phone. how could he not recognize it when it was the same exact album and song he was listening to right at that moment? he pulled out his own phone and watched it turn on, displaying the song dear soulmate.

sicheng felt the blush on his face getting more apparent by the second. he looked back up at the man as he typed away on his computer. but before sicheng knew it, the other's eyes were gazing right back at him. he smiled again and gently sat his laptop aside.

"i'm y/n."

sicheng's brows raised in slight surprise. processing what was happening, he tried to smile again and sat up straight. he was completely oblivious to how effortlessly cute he was.

"i'm sicheng," he replied. "you like laufey?"

y/n looked down at his phone, then smiled.

"mhm! you too?"

sicheng nodded eagerly, raising his own phone now to show the song they were sharing.

y/n's smile grew at this. their eyes lingered on each other for a moment, both feeling the flicker of a connection.

"..are you seeing her on tour here tomorrow night?" y/n asked.

"i am actually!" sicheng chimed.

y/n gazed at him in admiration. he loved the way his face lit up in excitement.

"maybe we could get drinks or something after the concert then?" y/n suggested.

"yes please," sicheng agreed quickly. he then unlocked his phone and gave it to y/n, "let's exchange numbers?"

y/n nodded and gave his own phone in return, "here's mine."

sicheng held the device and typed in his number. he had a feeling something beautiful had just started with y/n, and all because of a crowded café and a song.

dear soulmate,

i can't wait to fall in love with you.

[winthingz]

⠀⠀⠀ ♥︎ ⠀⠀⠀相思相愛度19%。⠀:*･゜ﾟ･* .

[winthingz]

one of the boys (d.sc)

fuckbuddy!winwin x f!reader, sf!hendery cameo, not proofread, smut, 18+ minors dni

fuckbuddy!win who’s so whipped for you - maybe he’s inexperienced and just in constant awe of you, so pussywhipped he’s basically in love, living for the nights you choose him over your other hoes, entwining your manicured fingers with his slender ones and dragging him around the party, not pushing him away when he circles your waist and plays with your hair as you sway to the music.

he knows he’s an idiot, whimpering out a string of ‘i love you’s into your neck as he pumps his fingers into your warm cunt. and he knows you never say it back, but how could he care when you’re dripping into the palm of his hand, your fucked out body squirming in his bed?

and even though you made it clear that you don’t want any commitment, he knows he’s in too deep, his jaw tensing and eyes narrowing on the nights you choose someone other than him. despite the blue lights in the club, he sees red as you stumble through the front doors, hendery on your heels with his shit eating grin. win hates the way hendery’s bruised and bandaged hand grips your wrist, hates even more how the deep red matches the hickeys on your neck, strategically placed high up on your neck for everyone to see.

what win can’t stand is how pretty you look around hendery, all soft eyes and pouty lips and submission. he tries not to think about how when it’s you and him, he’s the one with that look, like he’d give you anything and everything if you asked.

as much as win can't stand the man who left those marks on your neck, he loves how they look and how sensitive they are, licking and kissing at your soft skin, eyes shut as he listens to you whine and mewl. it makes you weaken, pressing your weight into him from where you straddle his lap, wet cunt bouncing on his cock. his hands are the opposite of hendery's, void of scars and bruises and gentle on your hips, tips of his fingers lined up with the bruises hendery left the night before with his rough grip.

all the evidence of you fucking someone else the night before shouldn't turn win on, he really wishes it didn't. but the curiosity kills him, fluttering his eyes open and letting a sigh pass his plump lips at the sight of you, pretty tits bouncing in his face and dark hickeys trailing your collarbones up to your jaw. it makes him want you more how you barely acknowledge him, your face pinched in the effort of taking his length, brows furrowed and bottom lip tucked between your teeth. but it has to mean something, the way your walls squeeze his cock, slick pouring from your overstimulated cunt, your nails digging into the sinewy muscle of his shoulders.

"do you like when he does this to you?"

it's not intimidating or leading - win's deep, fucked out voice laced with genuine curiosity.

"don't ask me that," you groan, looking down to avoid his lazy stare, watching yourself fuck his cock.

"i'll do it," his voice nearly a whisper, fingertips ghosting over your abused collarbones, "i can do it too. i can do whatever you want me to d-"

his words die in his throat, whimpering when you press your mouth to his and eagerly returning the messy kiss. he goes crosseyed to look at your flushed cheeks and lashes before his eyes flutter closed, all thoughts leaving his head as he melts into you.

it's so easy to shut him up, when he starts asking about hendery or telling you he loves you, all you need to do is still your hips and nip at his bottom lip or push your fingers into his mouth. he falls apart so fast, dark eyes glazing over and jaw going slack as his tongue pushes against yours or rolls around your digits.

"m'sorry," he mumbles into your mouth, squeezing your hips bucking his cock up desperately into you. "m'sorry- jus' fuck me, please baby."

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[winthingz]

hiii, hope you are doing well <3

can i req some winwin but definitely not fluffy, love your blog btw

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♡ pairing: bsf!winwin x bsf!reader

♡ warnings: smut (minors dni), rough winwin, mention of the rest of nct, alcohol, fingering, cum eating, jealous winwin, pet names

♡ note: i hope this is what you asked for, since you wanted no fluff heh. but i’m doing well, thank you for asking hope you’re doing well too!

you’ve been invited to a party that nct organized, winwin being your best friend casually filling up your glass with a little too much beer for your liking. but you couldn’t care less all you wanted to have was fun tonight.

about two hours in, you were going through the stage of being really tipsy but not quite drunk yet. you’ve been talking to a lot of the guys stopping at jaehyun who has been taking your breathe away, especially tonight. winwin usually never really cared about you talking to the rest of nct, but this time he got really jealous.

“so darling, how are you enjoying the party?” jaehyun smiled widely as his arm was hugging you lower back, his face being really close to yours, so close that you already felt his breath on the surface of your face.

“i’ve been having quite a bit of fun, my glass is just empty” turning to jaehyun with your pounding face as you held your now empty cup in front of his eyes wiggling it a little bit. your hair was falling over your shoulders as you turned your head into winwin’s direction, waving at him innocently.

winwin got mad when he saw you and jaehyun being up close, practically kissing yet lips not even touching. winwin always had slight crush on you but never told you since he was your best friend for so long now, but it makes him jealous and he doesn’t mind showing you as he slowly walks over to you.

“what happened between you and jaehyun?” he uses the chance to speak to you while jaehyun is filling up your cup with a new drink, winwin being extremely close to you letting your body become weak.

“what do you think happened sicheng?” putting on a little smile as your elbow rested on his shoulder, facing him. he lifted an eyebrow as his tongue poked the inside of his cheek.

“i don’t know pretty, you tell me cause you were clearly flirting with jaehyun” he sounded jealous, oh and how jealous he was. the look on his face was irritating as he pushed his hair back face getting closer to yours.

“are you jealous sicheng? that’s actually kinda cute” it was the tipsy self who said that to him, normally you couldn’t care less what winwin thought about you or how you thought about him cause in the end he was just your best friend and nothing more.

grabbing you hand and dragging you into the bathroom of the house, nails digging into his skin as you held yourself up due to his immense speed. winwin soon found the bathroom, pushing you inside as he closed the door behind him.

“now we can talk about what you did with jaehyun, you basically undressed him with your eyes” he was mad and sad at the same time, wishing it was him who you just flirted with. you stepped closer to him arms softly resting on his shoulders as your fingers play with the back of his hair.

“you know sicheng jaehyun is a really gorgeous person, who wouldn’t flirt with him?” that was enough for winwin as your last word left your lips he kissed you hungrily. you were shocked at first but quickly deepening the kiss one hand traveling down to his chest pushing him against the door slightly.

talking? that was definitely not what you two were doing right now, tongue’s fighting with each other while winwin’s fingers started to play with the hem of your dress slipping under it. the both of you got so distracted with each other that you couldn’t even break the kiss as winwin basically just ripped the dress off of your body while smirking at you.

“you look so fucking pretty, for how long was it waiting to do this god” his hand was cupping your tit as he slowly turned his attention to your nipple, twirling his thumb around your exposed nip, deepening the kiss even more.

it soon clicked in your brain as you noticed what just happened with the two of you carefully touching his chest as your hands moved to his belt but he stopped you from moving further down, pinning both of your hands above your head while whispering into your ear that this is all about you and not him. one of winwin’s hands moved down to your panties, playing with the hem of your waistband hand slowly sneaking into your underwear.

“sicheng, what?” softly smiling as a few moans escaped your lips but he just hushed you attention back to your clit, slowly rubbing on it with small circles as pleasure hit you. you never thought this would happen as winwin and you are only best friends and nothing more but you never knew about what he felt about you, so you just went with the flow.

hips moving against his fingers which are now deeply inside of you as he was hitting your right spot each time. winwin was working pure magic almost letting you cum on the spot just with his fingers. your moans made him smirk and pushing his ego up since he’s doing this to you, and only he is.

“g-gonna cum” you threw your head back in pleasure as you held onto his shoulders, leg wrapped around his waist trying to hold your orgasm back not wanting to give in that quickly it’s like you’re waiting for him to allow you to cum.

“cum around my fingers, wanna taste that sweet juice of yours” as soon as he said that you felt a tight knot in your stomach finally releasing your orgasm and turning into a panting mess. winwin catched you as you rode off your high holding your body upright slowly pulling his fingers out of you.

licking every drop of your juices clean off his fingers as he looked deeply into your eyes, basically grinning at you before he pulled you back into a long kiss so you could taste yourself on his tongue. he broke the kiss quickly handing you your dress, pulling it over your head.

“get dressed babe, don’t want anyone else to see you like this” a small giggle was heard from his lips as you dragged your dress over your shoulders, brushing the dress down straight. you looked into the mirror and almost screamed. your make up? completely ruined. mascara running down your cheeks, lipstick non existent.

“oh god sicheng what have you done, look at me” you cried out while laughing. he turned around to face you again, handing you a small towel with a quick “you still look pretty” before leaving the bathroom. after you freshened up you left the bathroom as well and ran into a confused jaehyun with your glass in his hand.

“oh i could use something stronger, vodka perhaps? thank you” chugging down your glass before signaling jaehyun to get another drink for you. winwin on the other hand was giggling next to you as his arm hugged your waist, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

“why so shy now doll?” his evil grin was not to be overseen, undressing you with his eyes once again. you just knew that this night would change a lot of things, not in bad ways but maybe what happened in the bathroom won’t be the only thing happening between you and winwin tonight.

[winthingz]

Say go through the darkest of days, heaven's a heartbreak away

[winthingz]

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#why they are posing like winwin gave a birth to haechan

[winthingz]

well...

#winwin #nct #wayv #nct smut #winwin smut #wayv smut