Oh Mama. Oh Daddy!

NCT 127

‘NCT reaction to their gf‘s legs trembling after / during sex’

** IMPLIED SMUT, ALL FICTION **

A/N: If we don’t make specifications about which units or members I’ll choose a unit (I don’t really write about Dream much for smut, but for future reference). If I like the concept or it gets lots of love it’d do other version for like WayV~ I’ve decided for smut reactions I will no longer include gifs just because I’d like to create some distance between their images and graphic smut situations- Just out of respect and also it’s hard to find fitting gifs tbh- Except this Taeil one, it’s perfect-

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Taeil:

I’m sorry, but I truly think he might giggle. He’s a very smiley and lively guy and something about the situation can definitely cause some guys to sort of chuckle- He’d likely think it was sort of cute how you felt embarrassed or couldn’t stop it, something about the sudden tremor just making him laugh gently before asking if you’re okay. 

NCT Lockscreens

Doyoung smirked to himself at the way you shivered as the melting ice touched your skin, dragging it down to your inner thighs.

“Cold?”

You huffed indignantly, gripping the bed sheets as he pressed his freezing cold fingers inside of you.

“Well it’s not fucking warm, is it?”

His eyebrows raised at your words, his free hand slapping your thigh hard, making you help and moan at the sting.

Your hand wraps around Mark's neck suddenly, his breath catching as you add pressure.

"Awww, aren't you cute."

You grind down against his bulge, soaking up the moans he lets out as you slowly become drunk on the power he gives you.

"Is this what turns you on, baby?"

A little more pressure to his throat and he's melting beneath you, his hips bucking desperately up in search of friction.

"You like letting me control you like this?"

Jaehyun was moaning in a way you’d never imagined as you took his cock into your mouth, straining your throat to show him just how far you could take him, a choke sounding from deep in his throat as you took his entire length and stayed there for a few seconds before you pulled off, strings of spit connecting from your lips to his tip as you ran your tongue up the side of his shaft.

“How the fuck are you so good at this? fuck!”

You just smirked to yourself, jerking him off and using your free hand to run your nails over his defined abs, leaving pretty red scratch marks.

“It’s a talent I’ve worked hard to perfect.”

He would have laughed if you hadn’t forced a groan from his lips by taking him in your mouth once again, his hand gripping the back of your head as his hips bucked ever so slightly into the warmth of you.

“Please..”

Mark is kneeling in front of you, a thick chain decorating his neck, showing his devotion to you. He had put it on of his own accord, not phased even slightly by your disinterested facade.

“Please accept me. Please let me worship you.”

You tugged his head back, gripping the base of his throat right below the chain, squeezing enough for him to feel threatened.

“What makes you think you deserve the privilege?”

You could already smell that his scent had changed, the new cinnamon tones sneaking their way in showing clear signs of his devotion to you. However, that wasn’t enough. It was merely the first of many steps in tainting his precious soul. His purity was hard to infiltrate, regardless of his already willing devotion to you. You needed him to crave you. To need you so very much that he’d be happy with you slicing him open if it meant he had contact.

He was trying to find an answer, his mouth opening and closing as he stared up at you.

“Pathetic.”

You spat the words, stepping away from him, much to his disappointment.

A whole baby boy!!