š~NCT 127 reaction to you asking to be on Top~ š
pairing: NCT 127 x reader
Why does no one hand in any requests :( I'm running out of ideas
Taeyongās apartment is immaculate, just like him. Candlelight flickers on the edges of your vision, and the scent of amber and something faintly citrusy lingers in the airāsubtle, clean, comforting. Heās always been intentional with everything. You noticed that early on: the way he pours tea, the way he folds the sleeves of his shirt, the way he looks at you like youāre something delicate and precious.
But tonight, you want to break that tension.
He sits on the floor in front of the low coffee table, one leg stretched out, the other bent casuallyābut his fingers twitch against his knee every time your eyes meet. Youāre both quiet, post-movie, pretending to be normal, but the silence is charged.
His throat moves as he swallows, jaw flexing.
You pad across the carpet in your socks, and instead of sitting beside him, you kneel over his lap. Slowly. Like a choice. Like a claim.
His breath hitches. You see it in the way his lashes flutter, the way his whole body freezesānot out of discomfort, but out of sheer anticipation.
You press your hands to his chest, feel the beat of his heart beneath your palms. Itās pounding.
And then you say it.
Low. Warm. Direct.
āI want to ride you.ā
His pupils blow wide, instantly. He stares up at you like heās not sure he heard you rightālike the earth tilted.
āY/Nā¦ā he says, voice soft and hoarse, āAre youā¦ sure?ā
You nod, your lips brushing against the corner of his mouth. āIāve never been more sure.ā
Taeyong leans his forehead against yours for a beat, grounding himself. His hands come up to your hips, fingers flexing like heās trying not to grip too tight, trying not to lose himself too fast.
āI want it to be good for you,ā he murmurs.
You smile, tilting his face up. āThen let me take care of you.ā
The clothes come off slowlyālike unwrapping something fragile. He kisses you like he means every second of it, like heās memorizing your mouth. His lips are warm, his hands tentative at first, brushing down your sides as if asking permission.
When you finally straddle him, fully bare now, his hands shake against your thighs.
āYouāre so beautiful like this,ā he whispers, voice wrecked.
You guide himāgently, deliberatelyāpositioning yourself above him, the head of his cock nestled against you, throbbing and slick with anticipation. His hands find your waist as you sink down slowly, and his head falls back.
A strangled moan leaves his throat. He clutches at your hips, not movingāwonāt moveājust feeling you wrap around him inch by inch.
He says it like a prayer. Like a confession.
Once youāre fully seated, you pause. Taeyongās chest is heaving, his eyes half-lidded, lips parted. You roll your hips, slow and deep, and he groansāhis voice low, helpless, overwhelmed.
āPleaseā¦ go slow. I donāt want to come too fastāfuckā¦ā
You smile, leaning down to kiss along his jaw. āYou donāt have to hold back.ā
And when you start to moveāriding him with lazy, deep rolls of your hipsāhe completely falls apart.
His hands roam your back, up your sides, into your hair. He lets you set the pace, lets you tease him, lets you whisper filthy little things against his neck that make him shudder and buck his hips without meaning to.
āYou feel so good,ā he rasps, eyes shut tight. āI canātāI canāt think when youāre like thisā¦ā
You clench around him deliberately, and he gaspsāhis hands tightening.
āGodāY/Nāfuckāā
Youāre soaked. Heās so hard, so thick, filling you perfectly, hitting every spot with just the angle of your grind. You ride him deeper, faster, now gripping his shoulders for balance.
āYouāre gonna ruin me.ā
When he finally lets goāmouth against your shoulder, arms wrapped around you like heās drowningāhe moans your name so sweet and desperate, you think youāll never hear it the same way again.
Afterward, he pulls you against his chest, still breathless, still shaky.
āYou didnāt just ride me,ā he murmurs. āYou devastated me.ā
And he kisses you like heās ready to be wrecked all over again.
Youād never seen Jaehyun nervous. Not once. Not when he gave a speech at your friendās event. Not when he was asked out by someone bold right in front of you. Not when you brushed your lips across his neck last week, teasing, just to see if heād crack.
He always plays it smoothācool, calm, collected. The type of man who could be wrapped in fire and still ask if youāre comfortable.
But tonight? Tonight, Jaehyunās nerves show.
Itās in the way he leans back against the headboard of his bed, shirt undone but still on, chest rising and falling slower than usual, his hands resting lightly on his thighs. Heās watching you. Letting you explore his body. Letting you decide.
Heās waiting for your cue.
And you give itāclimbing into his lap with the kind of slow, practiced confidence that makes his gaze drop instantly to your hips.
You straddle him, knees bracketing his waist, palms splayed across his shoulders. āI want to ride you.ā
Still unreadable. Still calm.
But the way he swallowsāhardābetrays everything.
His voice is lower than usual when he speaks. āYou want to be on top?ā
You grin. āI want to take you apart.ā
Jaehyun exhales a quiet curse, jaw tight, arms flexing slightly like heās restraining himself. You feel the shift in him. The loss of composure under the skin. Heās trying not to react too muchābut your confidence cuts straight through him.
āOkay,ā he says softly. āTake what you want.ā
You lean forward and kiss him. Not soft. Not sweet. Itās deep and wet, your tongue sliding past his, pulling a low groan from his throat. His hands move to your waist, gripping gently, but not leading.
You break the kiss and whisper, āNo touching unless I tell you to.ā
He blinks. Something sparks behind his eyes.
That flicker of heat, curiosity, submission.
He nods once. āYes, maāam.ā
When you lower yourself onto him, both of you breathless, heās so thick and warm it makes your thighs tremble. His hands grip the sheets instead of your waist like you told him. His neck arches back against the headboard as you sink downāinch by inchāwatching every change in his expression.
āHoly fuckā¦ā he growls.
You start moving. Slowly. Deliberately. Grinding your hips in deep, precise circles that make him twitch under you.
Jaehyun bites his lip. Heās losing the rhythm of his breathing.
āYouāre driving me insane,ā he rasps. āYou feel soātightāfuckā¦ā
You reach forward, placing your palm flat on his chest and pushing him back.
āNo talking unless I ask.ā
He groans like the restraint is killing him.
Your movements become harder, sharperāyour thighs burn with effort as you bounce on him now, chasing the high, watching him unravel under you. His hands are gripping the sheets so tight his knuckles are white.
āY/N,ā he gasps, breaking. āPleaseālet me touch youājust onceāā
You pause, smirking. You lean down until your lips brush his ear. āBeg.ā
He does.
Softly. Low. Full of hunger and reverence.
āPlease. Let me touch you. I want to feel all of youāpleaseā¦ā
You guide his hands back to your waist.
And the second he touches you? He snaps. His hips drive up into you, his rhythm meeting yours, and itās fast, desperate, filthy. Heās groaning now, breathless, jaw slack as you ride him faster.
āI canātāY/NāIām gonnaāā
You clench around him, hard.
He breaks.
Afterward, he stays silent for a long moment. One hand running up and down your thigh, the other buried in your hair, holding you to his chest.
āYou win,ā he murmurs.
You laugh against his neck.
Johnny has always been a flirt. Itās practically his second languageāeasily spoken, smoothly delivered, always paired with that devilish smirk and arms that stretch across the back of the couch like he owns the room.
Heās leaning back in bed, shirtless, in nothing but sweatpants that hang dangerously low, grinning at you like heās already won.
āSo,ā he says, voice deep and warm, āyou finally ready to let me wreck you?ā
You quirk an eyebrow, standing at the foot of his bed. āIs that what you thinkās about to happen?ā
Johnny raises a brow, half amused, half turned on. āYou tell me.ā
You walk forward slowly, eyes locked on his, not breaking the gaze even as you climb onto the bed. You straddle his thighs, hovering just above him. His hands automatically move to your hips, ready to guide.
Fingers wrapped around his wrists, you push them down to the bed. āIāll take it from here.ā
His smirk faltersājust slightly. His chest rises with a slow inhale, and for the first time tonight, you have his full, stunned attention.
āYou wanna ride me?ā he asks, voice huskier now, rough at the edges.
You lean in, lips brushing his jaw.
āNo, Johnny. I am going to ride you.ā
You kiss him, hard. Deep. Full tongue, no hesitation. Your body rolls against his as you grind down, and his hands twitch under your grip. When you pull back, heās already breathless, lips red and parted, eyes searching yours like heās seeing you for the first time.
You make quick work of the rest of his clothes. He watches you through half-lidded eyes, chest rising and falling with anticipation as you straddle him againāthis time bare, confident, ready.
You lower yourself onto him slow. Deliberate.
His head drops back against the pillow with a guttural groan.
You ride him slow at first. Deep, rolling motions. His hands are fisted in the sheets because heās trying not to take over. Johnnyādominant, cocky, smug Johnnyāis letting you lead.
And itās driving him insane.
āYou feel so fucking good,ā he mutters, hips twitching beneath you.
You lean forward, your lips brushing his ear. āThen donāt move. Let me show you what itās like when youāre not in control.ā
His whole body tenses. His mouth drops open.
And then you start moving faster.
Your thighs slap against his hips with every bounce. His moans get louder. His eyes keep rolling back, his jaw clenched, hands gripping the sheets like theyāre the only thing keeping him from losing it entirely.
āYouāre so cocky,ā you pant, grinding down in sharp circles. āBut you fall apart so easily.ā
āY/Nāfuckābaby, pleaseāā
You grab his chin, force his eyes open. āSay it. Whoās in charge?ā
He doesnāt answer right away. Heās too close. Too overwhelmed.
So you slow down, tease a grind that makes him whine.
āYou are,ā he breathes, desperate. āYouāre in chargeāfuck, Iāll do anythingājust donāt stopāā
It doesnāt take long after that. He finishes with a full-body shudder, his name broken and raw in your mouth, his hands finally flying up to grip your waist like he needs you to stay grounded.
After, his chest is still heaving. Youāre laying half on top of him, fingers tracing lazy shapes across his abs.
āYou alright, big guy?ā you tease.
He laughsāragged and amazed.
āI have never been that turned on in my life.ā
You wink. āGood. Now you know how it feels to be out of your depth.ā
āHoly shit,ā he mumbles. āI think I might be in love.ā
Yutaās the type who watches you like he already knows your secrets. Half-lidded eyes. Slight smirk. Sitting back like a king while you pace his room, slightly flustered from the tension thatās been building all week.
Heās in a loose black t-shirt, rings still on his fingers, dark hair tousled like heās been running his hands through it since you arrived.
āYouāre acting nervous,ā he says, lips curling. āDidnāt expect to end up in my room tonight?ā
You snort. āYou think too highly of yourself.ā
He leans forward, forearms on his knees, voice dropping. āYou walked in here in that little skirt and didnāt plan on fucking me?ā
Your cheeks flushābut not from embarrassment.
Because youāre about to knock him off that high horse.
You take a slow step toward him, then another, until youāre standing right between his legs. He looks up at you, expression smug, but curious.
You trail your fingers along his jaw.
āActually,ā you whisper, āI planned on riding you.ā
His breath hitches, and that arrogant smile wavers.
You push him back with a palm on his chest. He falls against the bed, dark eyes glued to yours.
You straddle him, lowering your hips until your heat brushes against his obvious arousal. He groansālow and guttural.
You lean in, your lips brushing his. āI said Iām going to ride you.ā
āGod, I love you,ā he mutters like a prayer.
You undress him slowly, deliberately, making him feel every second of it. His smirk is gone nowāreplaced with hunger. With awe.
You kiss him as you sink onto him, a slow, drawn-out slide that makes both of you shiver. His hands grip your thighs, but you plant them back on the mattress.
āNo touching,ā you purr.
āYouāre killing me,ā he groans.
You roll your hips in lazy, deep circles. He watches you like youāre artālike heās never seen anyone so confident, so devastating.
āYou look so fucking sexy,ā he whispers. āYouāre gonna ruin me.ā
You pick up the pace. Ride him harder. He moansāloud, unfiltered.
āY/N, shitāif you keep moving like thatāfuckāā
You grab his wrists and pin them above his head. He whimpers.
āYouāre not the only one who can be in charge, Nakamoto.ā
āI know,ā he gasps. āI knowāI love itādonāt stopāpleaseāā
He finishes with your name on his tongue, his voice wrecked and pleading.
After, he pulls you close, kissing your temple with a dazed smile.
āNext time,ā he whispers, āyouāre saying that line before we even make it to the bed.ā
āIām going to ride you.ā He shudders. āFuck. Say it every day. Say it at my funeral.ā
Doyoung likes control. Not in a dominating, growling, handcuffs-on-the-headboard wayābut in the precise, everything-has-a-place kind of way.
His shirt is always neatly tucked. His apartment is spotless. His plans are airtight.
He thinks he can handle temptationāespecially when itās you.
Heās wrong.
Tonight youāre on his couch, knees tucked under you, wearing one of his oversized button-downs and nothing else. He doesnāt know that part yet.
Youāre talking about something simpleāmusic, probablyābut Doyoungās barely registering your words.
Because youāre stretching. And the hem of his shirt hikes up. And your skin is glowing in the low light like some sort of divine challenge to his self-control.
He licks his lips and shifts uncomfortably.
āYou keep doing that,ā he says, voice strained, āand Iām going to kiss you.ā
You smirk. āIs that a threat or a promise?ā
He looks at you. Really looks at you.
And thatās when you say it.
āOrā¦ā
āYou could lie back and let me ride you.ā
You crawl into his lap, eyes locked on his, and slide your fingers into his hair.
His breath catches. Hands gripping your waist on instinct. He tries to stay calm, but his voice wavers.
āY/N, weāve never evenāthis is our first timeāā
āExactly,ā you whisper, lips grazing his ear. āLet me make it unforgettable.ā
Somehow you make it to the bedroom. Heās flustered, trying to hold it together while you slowly undress him, kissing your way down his neck, unbuttoning his shirt oneā¦ byā¦ one.
He keeps his eyes on yours the entire time, jaw clenched, as if losing eye contact would mean losing control entirely.
But once heās bare, and youāre straddling him, and he feels your heat sink down around him for the first timeā
āOh my GodāY/Nāā
āFeels good?ā
āToo good. IāI wasnāt readyāā
You move slowly. Tenderly at first. You want to feel all of him. Want him to feel you.
They donāt stay obedient for long.
He grabs your hips, helps guide your rhythm, his head falling back against the pillow.
āYouāre so beautiful,ā he moans. āI donāt want this to endāplease, justādonāt stopāā
You ride him harder. His words get messier. Desperate.
The man who walked in buttoned-up and self-controlled now has tear-wet eyes, flushed skin, and a voice reduced to pleading and breathless gasps of your name.
Afterward, youāre curled up against his chest, both of you sweaty and dazed.
āIf thatās what youāre like on a first time,ā he murmurs, voice wrecked, āIām scared for the second.ā
You grin. āYou should be.ā
Jungwooās the type to flirt without even knowing heās doing it.
Always giggling, always touching your arm when he laughs, always throwing in a cheeky wink that leaves your stomach in knots.
Which makes what happens tonight so much better.
Youāre sitting cross-legged on his bed, trading stories and snack bites from a shared bowl. His hairās messy, his hoodieās sliding off one shoulder, and his smile is so warm it should be illegal.
āYou always look at me like that?ā you ask playfully.
He tilts his head. āLike what?ā
āLike youāre undressing me in your mind.ā
He chokes on a gummy bear, laughing. āY/N!! I would neverā okay, maybe. Sometimes.ā
You grin and lean in, brushing his cheek with your nose.
āSo why donāt you let me ride you, then?ā
āIāwhatāride me?!ā
āMhm.ā You tilt your head innocently. āYou want me, right?ā
His ears go tomato-red. His hand clutches the blanket like itās the only thing keeping him on Earth.
āY/N, you canāt just say that kind of thingāmy brain isnātāmy bodyāholy shitāā
You crawl into his lap. His breath hitches so violently it mightāve taken a year off his life.
āYou want me on top?ā you whisper. āRight now?ā
He nods so fast itās a blur.
āYes. Please. Oh my God.ā
Clothes are gone in record time. Jungwooās still babbling compliments and half-sentences when you straddle him fully, guiding him in slowly. His back arches, hands flying to your hips like instinct.
āOhāoh my God, you feelāthis is insaneāY/Nāā
You roll your hips slowly, riding him in gentle, deliberate motions that make him twitch and gasp beneath you.
He watches you with wide, adoring eyes. His hands caress your thighs, your waist, your chestālike heās trying to memorize you.
āYouāre so confident,ā he breathes. āIāve neverāfuckāIāve never had anyone like youāā
āYou like it when I take control?ā
āI love itāplease donāt stopāride meāharderāā
And the sound he makes when you do it?
He comes completely undone beneath youāwhimpering, gasping, kissing any part of you he can reach.
After, heās sweaty, dazed, still wrapped around you like a human blanket.
āThat was the best thing thatās ever happened to me.ā
āYou say that now,ā you whisper, nuzzling into his neck, āwait till round two.ā
āYouāll kill me,ā he laughs.
You and Mark have always had chemistry.
The kind of chemistry that makes people look at you two and whisper, āJust get a room already.ā
Because Mark gets nervous. Not that he doesnāt want you. He doesāa lot. But heās overthinking everything.
What if itās not good enough? What if you expected more? What if heā
Your voice snaps him out of his thoughts as the two of you sit side by side on his bed, post-movie, with your knees brushing.
āYeah?ā he says, trying not to sound like his heartās beating a hundred miles an hour.
You look him straight in the eyes and smile.
His soul leaves his body.
You giggle, watching him glitch like an overworked laptop. He blinks, then stutters, then opens and closes his mouth like a cartoon fish.
āYouā¦ you wannaālike now?!ā
āUnless youāre scared,ā you tease, crawling into his lap.
āIām not scared! I justāholy shā okayāgive me a sec to mentally prepareāā
And all his little nerves melt like butter in the sun.
When you finally ease down on him, Markās head hits the pillow with a thump, and a broken moan escapes his lips before he can stop it.
āOh fuuuck, Y/Nāwaitāoh my godāthis is happeningāthis is actuallyāā
You roll your hips slow and smooth. His fingers tighten on your thighs.
His brain? Gone. His mouth? Useless. His eyes? Glued to where youāre joined.
āYouāre so hot,ā he mutters breathlessly. āLike, stupid hot. This is insane.ā
āYou okay down there?ā you ask sweetly, leaning in to kiss his jaw.
āIāmāI think Iām ascending.ā
His hands trail under your shirt, gripping your waist, your back, like he doesnāt know where to touch first.
āThis is the best thing thatās ever happened to me,ā he gasps. āNo, seriouslyāever.ā
You keep going, taking your time, watching him fall apart under you.
The confident way you moveāhow you look on top of himāit completely undoes him.
After, Mark is splayed out, sweaty, flushed, and completely wrecked.
He laughs breathlessly as you collapse on top of him.
āRemind me to send a thank-you letter to the universe.ā
āBecause somehow, somehow, I got you.ā
You smirk against his skin.
āAnd now youāll never be the same.ā
He groans. āExactly.ā
You knew Haechan liked you.
You also knew he was playing a game.
For weeks now, heās been pushing boundariesāsmirking when you wear something tight, whispering filth in your ear when no oneās listening, pretending itās all a joke when his hand stays a little too long on your waist.
And tonight? Heās in rare form.
Youāre on his couch, fake-fighting over which movie to watch. Heās got one leg under him, the other stretched lazily, sock half-off. The smirk hasnāt left his lips all night.
āAdmit it,ā he says, voice low and smug. āYou keep coming over because you like me.ā
You raise an eyebrow. āYouāre tolerable.ā
āTolerable? Baby, youāre obsessed.ā
You roll your eyes. āIf I was, Iād have ridden you by now.ā
He chokes on his own spit.
His jaw hangs open. He stares at you like you just hacked his entire operating system. His cocky expression shatters.
āWaitāyouādāyouād reallyā¦?ā
You lean in slowly, straddling him like itās the easiest thing in the world.
āHoly shitāokayāYESāplease be luckyāā
Clothes disappear like magic. And for all his teasing and swagger, the second you sink down on him, Haechan shudders like you short-circuited every neuron in his body.
His head hits the back of the couch. His hands grip your thighs like heāll die if you move too slow.
āY/Nāwhat the fuckāyou feelāoh my Godāā
āStill think Iām obsessed?ā you murmur, rolling your hips.
āIāI take it back, babyāpleaseādonāt stopāā
Heās panting now. All that cocky bravado? Gone. In its place: a whimpering, desperate mess who canāt believe heās being dominated so deliciously.
You slide your hands up his chest, arching your back, keeping your rhythm just slow enough to torture.
āYou gonna be good for me, Haechan?ā
āIāll be so goodāIāll do anythingāā
āThen sit back,ā you whisper against his ear. āAnd let me wreck you.ā
Over and over, until his fingers are shaking, his voice is cracking, and heās coming with a loud, broken moan that echoes off the walls.
Absolutely, gloriously wreckedāsweaty, flushed, and mumbling nonsense with a dopey grin.
āIām never talking shit again,ā he breathes.
āOkay, maybe. But only if you promise to shut me up like that.ā
You kiss his jaw and smile.
āCareful what you wish for.ā
