[ NCT 127 Being Caught In A Compromising Position ] -

[ NCT 127 Being Caught In A Compromising Position ] -

Warnings: 18 + Content

AFAB Reader

Masterlist

➳ Taeil - 

It’s going to start with a huge sigh because honestly, he’s a little mad about being interrupted - he’s almost thirty, he ought to be able to bone his girlfriend without getting disturbed

It’s probably going to be Yuta who opens the doorway unannounced and when he makes some inappropriate comment, Taeil finally blushes and tells him to get out of the room

Taeil is a little flustered about the whole thing, but once he’s locked the bedroom door, he is pretty happy to continue

When he walks into the kitchen a little later, you can bet Yuta has told someone else about the interruption and they send a few teasing comments Taeil’s way, but they bounce right off (seriously, I think Taeil has just learnt to ignore 99% of what comes out of the mouths of his friends)

➳ Johnny -

Johnny’s biggest concern is making sure you’re comfortable and covered so he’ll actually be pretty slow to look at whoever just opened the door

He’s going to sigh quietly and whilst he’s a little annoyed (a lot because it was just beginning to get steamy), he won’t show it - in fact, he’ll probably go after whoever walked in to make sure everything is alright because he does try and be responsible

Once he’s sure though he’ll absolutely end the conversation like: ‘Okay, if that’s all I’m going to go and finish what I started.’ He partly says it as a joke, partly to stop anyone interrupting again and he really doesn’t care how hard they blush. 

He picks up right where he left off as if nothing had happened at all 

➳ Taeyong -

First and foremost he’s going to be embarrassed - scarlet-faced and jumping away from you as if he isn’t a grown man in the privacy of his bedroom, as if it wasn’t the fault of whoever just burst in unannounced

Taeyong is absolutely the sort to feel the need to apologise - he’ll apologise to you for putting you in such a situation (even though you’re more than okay with getting hot and heavy again) before he goes in search of whoever walked in to apologise to them too

He’s shy and awkward and the mood is very much ruined by the time he returns and it’s probably enough to put him off getting down and dirty in the dorm for a while

➳ Yuta - 

Yuta doesn’t care at all, like at all. The only reason he’s stopping is because you’re underneath him slapping his shoulder. 

He’s going to pull away real slow, a frown already set into his features ready for whoever just walked in and the hands that had been wandering beneath your shirt aren’t going to go far 

Honestly whoever was at the door is gone the moment they realise just what they walked in on - they’ve all known Yuta long enough to know that after cursing them out he’ll go right back to what he was doing, whether they’re still watching or not

Yuta really just doesn’t care - he’s got his girlfriend half-naked beneath him and unless the dorm is on fire, or his manager is calling for him, the world can wait

➳ Doyoung -

Doyoung will deny anything less than PG was happening beneath his duvet to the day he dies

He hears the door opening and forces a few inches between your bodies, entirely oblivious to the state of his ruffled hair, the creases your fingers have twisted into his t-shirt

He is calm and collected, cooly laughing at whatever the person says to him and he is convinced they are none the wiser to what they just walked in on

When the intruder leaves once more, Doyoung is a little proud of his performance so you definitely have to swat him on the shoulder, but he doesn't leave you waiting long before he drapes himself over you again

➳ Jaehyun -

This happens after a long overdue date night - Jaehyun somehow persuaded his group mates to give you the entire dorm for a few hours (it’s been a while and he has a lot to catch up on)

It’s almost two am and Jaehyun is soft and slow until he hears the door open

He’s another whose first concern is making sure nothing inappropriate is on display, but he’s going to be caught somewhere between embarrassment and frustration and will probably quietly ask the person if something is the matter (seriously, if you’re going at it, I don’t even think he’d pull out)

Whoever it is, they’re slow to leave, groaning: ‘You’ve had all evening.’ (It’s probably poor Jungwoo who just wants to go to sleep)

Jaehyun replies something like: ‘I know, I know, just get out.’

And whilst the pink flare across his features betrays his fluster, all it’ll take is a look from you and he’ll go right back to it, only quicker and harder 

➳ Jungwoo -

Jungwoo is number one on the play-it-dumb list - someone comes in and he immediately jumps away from you, as if whoever just interrupted hasn’t already seen what was happening - his hands up your shirt, his tongue down your throat

He’ll probably stumble over some excuse as to what was really going on, all the while his cheeks are burning like they never have before

After a moment he’ll run out of things to say and will flee beneath the duvet and all he can manage for the rest of the evening is a cuddle (he even avoids leaving his bed in case he runs into anyone, he is so embarrassed)

➳ Mark -

Mark freezes and you can bet his blood runs cold the moment he meets the eye of whoever just opened the door

Where Johnny immediately flips you over or pulls the blanket over your body so he can deal with it, Mark absolutely leaves you in the lurch, staring at whichever group mate is responsible for the disturbance without saying anything

Eventually, he’ll give an awkward laugh and be like: ‘Yo, uh, can I help?’ (Please no one ever put Mark in this situation, I think he’d die)

➳ Haechan -

Is Haechan embarrassed? Probably a little. But does he show it? Absolutely not.

He instantly turns whiny, calling out whoever just opened the door (Haechan is another one who won’t pull out unless absolutely necessary and you’re both covered so he’s not going anywhere)

He might be the youngest in 127, but he doesn’t care, in fact, it probably makes him care even less

Afterwards, when you’re dozing in his bed and he’s playing a game on his computer, Johnny will walk in and make some comment about the earlier intrusion, but Haechan just smirks

He definitely has the attitude: Yeah I’m Haechan and yeah I just did my girlfriend

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[ Moments NCT 127 Realise They’re In Love With You ] -

AFAB Reader

Masterlist

➳ Taeil -

When you’re content with spending time with him, even with eight tag-alongs. Johnny and Jungwoo are in the centre of the living room making a fuss about something and it is enough to make everyone laugh. A quick look at you and Taeil realises that you’re already glancing his way and the fleeting moment your eyes meet is enough to cause warmth to swell in his chest. He knows he is one of the quieter members of the group and he often has nothing to say and yet, you look to him even in a room full of people. 

When you’re moving through a hoard of people and he feels your fingers cling to his as if you might get swept away if you let go. He takes great pride in knowing that you trust him to protect you, to care for you. He can tell you he loves you a hundred times over and it is still not enough. He’ll push through every crowd and gently guide you to his inside whenever you walk beside a busy road, all whilst holding your hand as if you might fly away. 

➳ Johnny -

When he wakes in the morning, the bed is empty. A quick check of his phone and he realises that it’s already ten o’clock and he’s suddenly grateful for you letting him have a lie-in. When he finally peels himself from the bed, he sees you sitting in the kitchen, nursing a coffee as you read through a magazine. You’re swamped in a hoodie that very much belongs to him and he can’t help but pause at the sight.

When you visit the SM Building to meet him, and his group mates, for a coffee. He sees you standing in the sunshine, wearing your prettiest sundress, happily chatting away to Haechan and the sight brings a definite smile to his face. You look so happy and so beautiful and for a moment, he falters. He’s faintly aware of someone, Mark probably, calling his name, but he’s unmoving, feeling soft for the scene ahead of him. 

When you’re curling yourself into his side and Johnny realises that Haechan has been slipping you extra drinks all evening. You’re tucked into the crook of his neck, entirely uncaring for the restaurant surroundings. You’re muttering something and when he leans closer to listen, he realises that you’re telling him just how much you love him. It’s with tired eyes that you look at him and he is unable to resist wrapping you beneath his arm, all he wants to do is take care of you. He’ll bundle you up in his jacket soon and guide you home. 

➳ Taeyong -

When he finally pries himself from the studio a couple of hours after midnight. He’d last received a reply from you half an hour ago and he assumes that you’ve long since fallen asleep. He stumbles through the dorm already half asleep, briefly acknowledging Doyoung in the kitchen, before he makes for his bed. It’s only when he flicks on the bedside light that he realises that you aren’t in your own apartment, but are curled up beneath his duvet. The sight immediately makes him pause because you’re just so soft and he hadn’t realised just how much he’d been silently wanting to see you and you seemed to know without him mentioning anything. 

When you agree to meet in the studio just to spend time together. He has a track to be working on and you are happy to just be in his company without disturbing him. This in itself is more than enough to bring a shy sense of appreciation from him. But, when you walk into the studio, two iced coffees in hand, his laugh is light and airy because he has two identical coffees sitting on his desk, one for each of you. He suddenly realises just how similar you are, how well you complement each other. 

➳ Yuta -

When you spend half an evening in the kitchen, pouring your heart into cooking his favourite dish from Japan. He offers to help and you politely decline, (probably for the best), insisting that he takes the time to rest instead. It’s when he takes the first bite and it’s as if he’s sat at his mother’s dining table and when he asks whether you had spoken to his family for the recipe, you flush slightly and turn your head away with the worry that you hadn’t replicated it too well. He insists that it’s just as wonderful.

When he’s deep in conversation with Taeyong and his friend warmly asks how you’re doing. Yuta appears to come alive as he discusses you, even sharing the story of the dish you’d spent so much time preparing for him. He tells Taeyong that it tasted just like home, and he suddenly realises that home isn’t a place after all. Maybe you’re home. 

➳ Doyoung -

When you seem to pick up on how he’s feeling before he’s even realised himself. After a hectic week of promotion, practice and everything else in-between, Doyoung is tense. When you place a hand on his shoulder, you feel his tight muscles. When he talks with Yuta, you hear the slight bite behind his words. Doyoung doesn’t realise until you’re forcing him to rest his head on your lap so you can run your fingers through his hair, and he suddenly feels drained. It’s a quiet conversation about your day to ground him in something other than his own work and it’s when his eyelids feel heavy that he turns to place a kiss on your wrist as a silent thank you.

➳ Jaehyun -

When you’re at a bar with Jaehyun and a few friends, some being his group mates. Jaehyun had been caught up in conversation - he’d been reluctant to leave your side given that you had only just been introduced to some of his closest friends. When he finally looks up from his conversation, however, he sees you across the space, your head tipped back with laughter at something Jungwoo has just said and Jaehyun is overcome with the feeling that maybe, this might just work out. You seemed to slip into the group as if you had known them as long as he had and you were kind, and confident, and friendly, but not too friendly. 

When he slowly opens the door to the bedroom he shares with Jungwoo. His roommate is out for the evening and Jaehyun had occupied himself with whatever Haechan had been watching in the living room whilst you freshened up with a shower. It’s after a soft knock that he opens the door. He sees you, dressed all in his clothing after his last minute persuasion to have you stay the night. There is music playing and you’re slowly moving around the little space, folding the clothes he’d thrown on the floor, even straightening Jungwoo’s duvet, and he almost doesn’t want to disturb you, let you know he’s there. He thinks of how wonderful a mother you would make. 

➳ Jungwoo -

When it is an ordinary Wednesday, nigh eight o’clock. The rain that has threatened all day has finally arrived, washing the city in grey. Jungwoo goes to the apartment building entrance to let you inside and when he opens the door, he sees you half-drenched but still smiling. You have thrown your jacket over your head, but your shirt is sodden. When Jungwoo reaches for you, the bare skin on your arms is cool to the touch and even so, you do not complain. In fact, you seem happier than ever, soaked through. He welcomes you inside and it is all laughter and doubling over. There is a teasing glint in your eye as you wrap yourself around him and when he laughs and half-heartedly tries to push you away, he figures that this is what love feels like. 

➳ Mark -

When you both collapse onto the bed at your apartment after a busy day exploring Seoul. It is early evening and the windows in your apartment allow golden sunlight to filter inside. They are open and a gentle breeze comes through. Mark knows that his schedule is full for the coming weeks and yet, spending time with you seems to make him completely forget about it. He looks at you, basking in the golden light and it is as if he has nowhere to be, but here. The feeling in his chest is warm, like the air, and time is irrelevant. He does not speak for a while and neither do you, content with carding your fingers through his hair.

When you finally turn to him, you trace your thumb over his cheek and the sensation has him closing his eyes if only to savour the feeling. For a while, it is as if he is only Mark, not Mark of NCT. Sometimes, the thought of ordinary is nice. When it is time for him to go, (he does share a room with a manager after all), you are gentle with your goodbye, as if the softness of the evening is clinging to the moment. You kiss his cheek as your final parting and send him on his way with a firm reminder of just how much you’re in love with him.

➳ Haechan - 

When he finds you sitting at the piano he so much likes to play. He sees your bowed head, your lower lip pulled beneath your teeth, as you try and replicate the ditty he had played for you earlier in the day. There is a knit in your brow and when you play a wrong note, you backtrack with the same determination that he does. Even when he moves to your side and you make enough space on the piano stool for him to share, you do not stop trying to play. At least until he offers to show you once more and it is when he finishes and looks at you that he sees your eyes, wide with awe. He lets the moment pass by teasing you a little, something about being with him for his talented fingers. Inside he knows he is young and he has an entire lifetime ahead of him and he wonders if he is spoilt for having found this feeling so soon. 

Pairing: Johnny x AFAB Reader

Warnings: 18 + Content & Swearing, Nickname ‘Kid’ 

Masterlist

Johnny slowly tips his head in Mark’s direction as soon as the conversation about dating comes up as if it is a habit. You suppose that he really believes you’ll end up together eventually. He doesn’t tell you that it is Mark, always Mark and only Mark he points to because he doesn’t trust the other members of his group to not fall in love with you. Mark knows too much about him, about how he feels, to look at you in any way that isn’t friendship. But still, Johnny is unable to bring himself around to the idea of suggesting himself, as much as he wants to, as much as it pains him not to. So Mark is a safe alternative and he can continue playing the game, gently asking about your dating situation, before teasingly pointing out Mark as if it were the reason he asked in the first place. 

The same thought passes through your mind on every occasion. Mark is just, well, Mark. He’s attractive, you can say that with some certainty. And sweet, and soft, with a mean streak you’re sure arises at just the right times. He really is everything anyone should ever want for in a relationship and sure, he’s one of your closest friends. But, he isn’t Johnny. 

When you lift your eyebrows and shake your head, before diverting your attention to something else, the cycle begins again. Johnny does it all as if there isn’t a photograph of you tucked into his wallet, as if everyone does not know he is fighting off his feelings for you, except you. He watches as you turn away, he runs a hand through his hair and wonders how much longer he can continue like this, how much longer will you wait for him. 

When it is time for Johnny to leave, he stands, ruffling a hand through your hair and the movement is a stark reminder of the invisible line that is drawn between you. He says, ‘Hey Kid, I’ll see you later.’

He leaves with a heaviness in his heart that has become uncomfortably familiar. He tries to keep himself in check, telling himself you’re a friend he cannot afford to lose. Just a friend who doesn’t know what she wants. As he walks through the hallway, he hears you laughing at something and he steels himself. Mark, it should be Mark. 

It is three days later that he next sees you and it is three days too long. Between his busy schedule and your own, it is only when he finds a spare afternoon that he is able to invite you to tag along for coffee. You agree to meet outside the SM building, just as you have a million times before. As Johnny’s group slowly filter out from practice, he watches you through the glass, chatting to Haechan as if nothing in the world might disturb you. For a moment he wonders if he ought to nudge Haechan toward you, he’s a good one too and he would treat you just how you deserve. Something about the thought doesn’t sit right though and he quickly lets it go. He is faintly aware of Mark calling his name and he turns to meet him. 

‘Johnny, come on,’ Mark sighs with a shake of his head and a smile, ‘Just ask her out man.’ 

Johnny sighs too. Before he can protest, Mark is holding the door for him and he follows him into the sunshine, hearing your laugh. When you walk along the street, the curling of Johnny’s arm around your waist is too natural to be comfortable and if he hadn’t done it a hundred times before, it would stir butterflies in your stomach. 

At the coffeehouse, you insist on collecting the order from the countertop. Johnny’s line of sight follows you across the space, taking in the picture of you in the pretty periwinkle dress you save for when the weather is warm. He watches as the barista catches you in conversation and whilst you wait for the coffees, it is all laughter and friendly chatter. Johnny is familiar with the feeling that inches its way along his spine, pinning his shoulders. He wants to be angry with himself, how can he allow himself to feel such jealousy when he daren’t take the step he so wants to. 

When you return to the table, taking three trips to carry the coffees, Johnny gestures to the barista left behind. ‘He seemed nice,’ he mutters, the cheeriness to his tone entirely fabricated. 

‘Who?’ Is your reply, as if you hadn’t so much as noticed the guy, let alone his flirting.

Johnny’s laugh is genuine as he listens to you. ‘That guy. The one who just tried to get your number for fifteen minutes.’ 

‘Oh, right,’ You half-heartedly shrug, ‘Sure, he was.’ 

When Johnny glances at you, he realises that you are already looking at him. There is an almost unreadable expression across your face, but Johnny can almost read your mind, cursing him out for not making the move you’ve been silently begging for all this time. He shakes his head to dislodge the thought, ‘Not to worry Kid, there’s always someone else.’

Part of him wonders if he’ll ever push you far enough to confront him directly, but you brush off his comment with a soft smile and take a mouthful of your coffee. Just as the question of your dating situation, the moment falls away and Johnny is left with the same feeling of emptiness as before. As much as you laugh and lean together over the table, he is weighted by the simmering feeling that you aren’t really his. 

After leaving the coffeehouse, he is insistent on walking you to your apartment building. He has an answer for every one of your protests - he doesn’t care that it is the middle of the day, that there are a hundred other people moving along the street. He isn’t ready to say goodbye yet. He doesn’t tell you that he might never forgive himself if he simply waves and watches you step into the crowd, he thinks someone might fall in love and whisk you away. So he carries your cardigan over his shoulder and his hand hovers over your waist whenever people brush by until you are nearly home. 

He follows you into your apartment, grateful for the relief that the air-con provides. You immediately make for the refrigerator to pour two glasses of water and Johnny leans against the countertop. He’s told you a million times how much he likes your apartment and you can only suppose it’s because it is blissfully quiet in comparison to his shared bedroom with Haechan. 

‘It’s so hot,’ Johnny sighs, peeling the back of his shirt from his skin. He goes to say something more but catches sight of the hem of your dress flitting dangerously high against the back of your legs as you reach upwards for a glass. The picture casts any thought from his mind. 

He thinks back to the coffeehouse. Maybe it is because the city is sweltering, maybe the sight of an inch of extra skin, but he presses the matter. ‘That guy was into you, why don’t you give someone a chance?’

He hears you scoff as you hold a glass out to him, ‘I’m not dating Mark, Johnny.’ 

Johnny smiles at you, but his tone is serious, desperate. ‘I wasn’t going to suggest Mark. But, you know, you deserve to find someone.’ 

‘Johnny.’

The mention of his name is meant to serve as a warning, he knows and he stays quiet. As he watches you, he realises that you look tired, not physically, but tired of the sticky, complicated situation you share. He thinks about taking his leave, but you seem to read his mind and speak as to stop him. 

‘Johnny, you know why.’

It is quiet again, save for the sounds filtering through the open kitchen window. Johnny meets your eyes and sees that your gaze is firm, unmoving, daring even. The expression is in contrast to your periwinkle dress, the laughter and the friendly affection he associates with you. He hears you acknowledge a million different moments all at once - the longing glances, the touches too familiar for friendship, the unspoken commitment to one another.

‘Kid,’ Johnny manages after a while, ‘You don’t know what you’re asking.’

Johnny is faintly aware of a shift in the atmosphere. He watches your easy-going manner twist into something more serious. The laughter that meets his ears is light and airy. 

‘No, Johnny,’ You protest, turning away from him in the small space. ‘I do.’

He watches as you step away, putting a few extra paces between you, a hand running through your hair. He can see your pinned shoulders and hear the waver of your voice. After a moment, you turn and make for him and he wonders how long this has been brewing.

‘You always do this Johnny, call me Kid and push me away,’ the words are punctuated by the press of your finger into his chest. 

Johnny looks to your face, but you seem unwilling to meet his eye. You are standing dangerously close. Your hand has fallen to your side in defeat and he can almost feel the heat burning across your cheeks, hot enough to cut through the summer air. He sighs heavily and for a second he panics the movement might cause you to flee, but you seem frozen. Slowly, cautiously, Johnny raises a hand to your cheek and gently guides you to look at him. He finally sees the tears that have gathered at the edges of your eyes and the sight causes his heart to lurch.

‘Kid,’ He murmurs, thumb softly moving over your skin. Your eyes are wide and waiting and Johnny sighs, ‘Fuck. I can’t break your heart.’ 

For a second you wonder if Johnny is going to do just that, whether you ought to have stuck with the silly unspoken game of before. But the sudden pull of his hand is slow, but firm, as if certain you might fly away if he lets go. His mouth is desperate against yours and strong and his other hand ghosts over your waist, bunching the material of your dress in his fingers. Before he can begin to question himself, you stumble forward until your chests are almost touching. It is a messy affair of clashing tongues and desperate fingers, at least until you break apart to catch your breath and then the reality of the situation seems to seep in. Johnny is standing closer than he has ever before, almost pressing you against the kitchen cabinet and his chest is lifting with each inhale of breath. 

You force yourself to speak first, but only manage a quiet whisper of his name. Johnny winces, ‘Y/N, this isn’t how I wanted this to go.’ 

Johnny sighs when he feels your mouth barely scratch over his neck and he slowly guides you against the countertop. The press of his hips against your own is slow, giving you time to slip away if you want to. The soft noise of appreciation that escapes from your chest at the first experimental roll of his hips is enough for him to continue. His hand moves from your waist, trailing to the top of your thigh to feel the bare skin beneath your sundress and as he shifts, you’re able to feel the growing hardness beneath his jeans. 

He is able to feel the lift of your mouth into a smile and he draws back to glance at your face. The smile across your features sends Johnny’s blood rushing southwards quicker than any amount of kissing and he finally allows himself to relax a little. Something about the seriousness of the earlier situation, of your firm tone and the sight of you moving away from him had set him on edge. 

This time it is him who trails his mouth against the sensitive skin of your neck, relishing the sudden exhales of breath each nip of his teeth draws from your throat. He is conscious of your wandering fingers, slipping beneath the hem of his t-shirt, slowly moving against his abdomen, daring to shift beneath his belt buckle. As much as he wants you to continue, the feeling sobers him and he pulls himself away, the loss of contact elicits a whimper from you that almost fractures his resolve. 

‘Y/N,’ Johnny smiles softly, his thumb tracing shapes on your hip, ‘I just don’t want to mess this up with you.’

His words cause your heart to flutter. If only you might tell him just how head over heels in love with him you are. ‘Johnny, I know. Why do you think I never said anything. I’d rather have you as a friend than not at all.’ 

Johnny’s smile grows a little wider. ‘Right. I just worry about you, about being with an idol and -.’ 

The gentle press of your hand against his chest breaks his train of thought. ‘Johnny, stop thinking.’

It is with something between adoration and absolute desire that he looks at you as you approach. He desperately tells himself to ingrain the image of you into his mind, standing in your kitchen, awash in the sunshine pouring through the window. Johnny’s hands reach for your waist and threaten to move beneath the hem of your dress and he is shameless as he presses himself against you. Your hands find purchase beneath his t-shirt, fingernails raking over his bare skin and it feels different touching Johnny like this, but better than you might have imagined. 

Johnny is soft and gentle, letting you guide him to your bedroom by his hand. At the foot of your bed, you look at him in an unspoken plea and he silently takes control, pushing you toward the duvet before settling himself between your thighs. He moves slowly, but with great purpose - grazing his teeth beneath your ear, spreading his hand on your thigh and forcefully pressing his hips against your own. The press of your nails into his shoulder blade and the breathy whines leaving your mouth drive him on, pushing him to pull the t-shirt from his back. His fingers slip beneath the straps of your summer dress and as he fiddles with them he pauses, ‘We can stop at any point, Y/N.’

He hears your huff and feels the tug of your fingers against the ends of his hair. When he finally removes your dress, he sighs against your neck and you relish in the feeling of bare skin against bare skin. Johnny raises himself onto his hands to have himself a shameless glance of your figure, ‘Kid,’ he mutters, shaking his head with a smirk playing at the edges of his mouth. 

He kisses along your stomach, on the inside of your thighs, dangerously close to your underwear. The movement riles you up exactly as he desires and he feels you fidget beneath him, whining his name. He hooks a finger beneath the waistband, but does not immediately move, giving you time to push him away, but you only stutter his name once more. Johnny is slow as he slips your underwear along your thighs, taking great enjoyment in the motion before he throws it to the side. He, at last, places his mouth where you most want him, smirking as he feels your hands move through his hair as his tongue flattens and rolls between your thighs, his breath fanning against your heat. His hand splays against your stomach to keep you in place and for a while, he is captivated by the sound of his name falling from your mouth and the tremble of your thighs. 

Slowly, steadily, he draws you to the edge, responding to each pull of his hair and jerk of your hips, until your thighs shake against his shoulders. He only stops when your fingers slip to his jaw and gently pull him away and he finally takes in your appearance. Johnny knew you were beautiful, but something about the sight of you, wide-eyed and needy for him strikes something a little deeper. He is aware of your fingers scooting along his abdomen, fiddling with the buckle of his belt. 

Johnny is big in every sense of the word - big as he nestles between your thighs, but even bigger when he lines himself up at your entrance. ‘Johnny,’ you mutter between kisses. 

At the mention of his name, he looks to your face and pauses, faintly aware of how achingly hard he is against your thigh. You look at him with hooded eyes, ‘It’s been a while.’

At first, Johnny just nods, before he lets out a breathy chuckle and his head falls forward to your shoulder, ‘I guess that’s my fault.’ 

Your laughter is a firm reminder of just how much he wants this, how much he wants you, the sex and the laughter. When he starts to slip inside, slowly because he wants to take the utmost care of you, he can feel your nails pressing crescent shapes into his shoulder. Part of him thinks he ought to be worried about someone seeing them, part of him wants everyone to know that you’re his, maybe he’ll walk around the dorm shirtless just to show Haechan, Mark, and everyone, that you’re only his. 

Johnny winces as he bottoms out, the feeling of you squeezing him making him want to curse himself for waiting so long to give in to his feelings. He furrows his brow and makes certain that you’re comfortable before he moves and you nod desperately, whilst pulling at his shoulders, searching for something to ground yourself with. Johnny smirks against your skin, moving with a little more force, reaching so deep that it feels as though he’s rearranging your insides. The feeling is so overwhelming that Johnny’s name falls from your mouth over and over again whilst you helplessly hold onto him. 

It is quiet as you finish, Johnny’s thumb tracing over your cheek, his breath fanning against your neck and he is slow to move away. He shifts to lie on his back and pulls you close, resting your chin on his chest as his fingers trail along the skin of your back. ‘Hey, Y/N,’ he murmurs, drawing your attention to his face, ‘Can I take you on a proper date tomorrow? Wine and dine, even though we’ve done things out of order.’

Johnny’s heart tightens at the sincerity behind your smile. There is a pause before you sigh, ‘I was actually thinking of asking Mark out tomorrow.’

Johnny immediately groans and fidgets beneath you, pressing his fingers into his eyes. ‘You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?’

Whilst you shake your head just to agonise him a little more, the sound of your laughter is enough - he can take a lifetime of teasing if it means he can grow old hearing it. 

[ Being in a Secret Relationship with Jisung Headcanons ] -

Pairing: Han Jisung x reader

Warnings: Reference to 18 + Content

- Given that it had been only a few years since Stray Kids had debuted, Jisung was technically bound by the clauses and subclauses of his contract, which explicitly stated dating to be off the table

- When Jisung met you, however, a few lines printed on a page weren’t going to come between him and what he wanted

- Whilst ignoring the rules put in place by management was easy, keeping the relationship quiet was significantly more difficult than either of you expected it to be

- Truthfully, you hadn’t meant to keep it from the group, Han was just a little shy about showing affection in front of them and you wanted to be as respectful as possible

- Thankfully, you were an established member of the SKZ friendship circle so being seen out and about with any member, Jisung included, was entirely overlooked by both the media and management

- This meant that you and Jisung were able to get coffee and walk to the studio together, but that is as far as you both felt comfortable going in public - anything else might have been too risky and flagged your relationship up to JYP

- There was constantly the risk of being caught standing a little too close to each other by a fan

- Honestly, Han worried a lot too - he sometimes felt overwhelmed by everything - the pressure to produce material that his fans would appreciate, maintaining his physical appearance and keeping-up with Chan’s searing pace in the studio

- After seeing him consume near four Iced Americano’s in a single day, you knew that his stresses had finally caught him up and he was drastically trying to fight them off by hiding away in the studio and battling sleep

- When you found him, you asked whether your relationship was adding to his worries

- The question startled him and he immediately stood to meet you in the middle of the room, his hands reaching for yours - he saw the furrow of your brow and realised that he had been a little distant recently and considering that he’d expressed his apprehension of exposing your relationship, he felt your question was justified

- He felt incredibly guilty all of a sudden and, holding your hands, began to apologise for pushing you away and naturally you would reassure him that it was okay, you understood, but you were here for him and if he needed space, it was fine

- Jisung was instantly like, ‘huh’, ‘what’, ‘no’, you were here and he wasn’t going to lose you

- So, after he says this it could go either one of two ways –

- The first, Jisung would extend his arms outward and coax you in for a long, heartfelt hug. His hands would wrap around your back and he’d rest his chin against your shoulder, making sure to tell you that he is positively, irrevocably, in love with you. And he’d be grateful, saying that he knows he can be a little difficult from time to time and he appreciated your endless affection. When the moment suddenly felt a little too sappy for comfort, he would definitely end the exchange by purposely squeezing your waist too hard just to hear you laugh.

- Or, all that caffeine would go to his head and he’d lurch for you, his hands reaching for your face, and he’d dive right in for your mouth. One hand would move to your hip and he’d suddenly pull you nearer, as if that were possible, so your hips were flush. His hands would keep you there, at least until he decided it wasn’t enough and then he was backing you against the nearest wall and the moment your back hit against it, he would place a hand beneath your thigh and raise it against his own.

- It would get steamy real quick and he’s grinding his hips against you, making himself a little more hard each and every time and you’re almost breathless from the whirlwind of it all

- Jisung can be a horn dog, let’s be real and being in the studio is hardly going to stop him when he’s feeling needy and you’re looking fine

- Chan would politely knock on the studio door a little while later, not wanting to disturb Jisung in case he was recording and when he was invited in, he would see you asleep on the little sofa against the backwall and Jisung would be sat at the mixing desk engrossed his work

- Chan would instantly know that something was a little off – the scene seemed ordinary enough, but Han’s hair was just a little too tousled and he’d glance at you properly and suddenly realise that you didn’t seem to have any trousers on – thankfully Jisung’s hoodie was long enough to hide the precious parts of you, but your bare legs were enough to betray exactly what you had been up to prior to Chan’s arrival

- When Jisung realises that Chan is stood beside him, he has to stop himself from panicking because now the moment of lust has passed, he realises that screwing in the studio was possibly a little, a lot, risky

- So, he definitely blushes as he looks at his leader and Chan is definitely blushing back because this is the last thing he expected

- Chan would choke out what he had to say and then leave as quickly as possible

- Jisung is caught somewhere between embarrassment and a sort of ‘who cares’ attitude, though he supposes that your relationship is probably no longer a secret and part of him is a little remorseful that Chan even got a glimpse of your bare legs

- It wasn’t exactly how he planned to reveal your relationship and Chan’s shock would probably prevent him from being able to resist from sharing immediately with Changbin, who would tease Jisung to no end, but what could he do now

- Besides, you were half-naked behind him and that was enough to put a fair few of his worries to bed

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Masterlist

I keep having Taeyong thoughts and it isn’t healthy. So just imagine if you were the inspiration behind ‘Baby don’t stop.’ I mean, what if it was something that occasionally slipped from your mouth when Taeyong was making you feel particularly good. (Stretching you out, fucking you just right, and why would you ever want him to stop, so you tell him a little breathlessly. He’s absolutely a pleaser, so he’ll carry on, maybe even go a little harder than before.) A few weeks later, Taeyong invites you into the studio so he can share some of the tracks he’s been working on with you. There will be a producer there too, but you’ve met them all enough times that they’re happy to have you there. One of the tracks in untitled and when Taeyong hits play, you’re very aware of his eyes on you, gauging your immediate reaction. When you hear Taeyong’s breathy ‘baby, don’t stop,’ you flush and look to the floor as if deep in thought, as if not trying desperately to avoid the producer’s eye because Taeyong had written a song baring some resemblance to you almost begging for him to fuck you. Taeyong certainly isn’t shameless so maybe he’s going to be a little flustered now he has you sat in front him listening to it, but then he sees you looking at him with bedroom eyes and it’s over, he’s ready to pull you away just so he can hear you say those words all over again.