NCT Lee Taeyong Imagines

his pink stuffed bunny

you were sat on your chair, watching him pet his pink stuffed bunny over and over again

stroking her pink softness and cuddling it while having his attention on the computer screen

" babe look it's going up again " he show you the music charts

you stood up and threw his bunny on the floor

" hey! " he looked at you

you got into his lap and sat down comfortably

" you can pet me " you smiled

he looked at you in confusion and understood that you were a little jealous

" okay my baby " he pats your hair, stroking it slowly

you were facing the front along with him, his chair was a little big so you had room to sit next to him

he used his right hand to move the move while his left hand played with a strand of your hair

he twirled it and stroked it, loving his soft touches

your eyes fixated on the screen as he clicked on different websites

due to the pandemic, you both went out a lot lesser

you both grew fond of online shopping so he's doing it right now

" what about this? " he shows you a cute jacket

" i like the brown one " you told him

" brown? " he asks

he clicks onto the brown coloured one and you
nodded

his hand moves up to pat your head, gliding it down your hair smoothing it out lightly

" yoshi yoshi ne~ " he cooed

for the next 15 minutes he continued to love you with his small gestures

he had his arm wrapped your shoulder and his hand squeezed your cheeks

once in a while when you both make eye contact, you would stare at his lips pouting for a kiss he would then bring your face closer to his then squeeze your cheeks with his hand so your lips would puff up and he would kiss you like that

you would pull away and look at him

" you don't like that bunny huh? " he asked with a smile

you shook your head and kissed his cheek, trailing it down his neck while he laughed at your jealousy

he continues to browse through clothing with his hand around your waist, he leans his head on yours and pat your stomach

he would hum to numerous songs while his head was on yours, you heard the vibrations in his voice running through your body

his hand would go back up to your cheek and he would pat you in different patterns

his thumb would carress your cheek and he would stroke your hair again

" should i do this more often? " he asks you

you nodded and leaned on his shoulder, loving his touches throughout your quarantined afternoon