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seoductive · 5 years

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Would you be willing to do an NCT 127 reaction to like almost accidentally falling into bed with their friend but like goin hard for only a sec before their emotions overwhelm them and how they transition to romantic sex or even just like passion vs hookup like it began?

Taeil: “Can you help me put the sheets on my bed?” Taeil asked. You stood in the doorway to his bedroom. Taeil held up his midnight blue sheets and looked at you with a helpless look on his face. Without saying anything, you grabbed two corners and started towards his bed. Both of you couldn’t help but smile at how ridiculous of a request it was. You tucked one end of the sheet under a corner, and Taeil did the same. “I always hated making my bed.” you said, making small talk. “Me too.” Taeil said. He went to tuck the other corner, but your tucked end loosened itself and flew across the mattress. “Oh.” was all Taeil could say. You reached for the end and tucked it again, but this time, his corner flew towards yours. Feeling frustrated, Taeil jumped on his bed and held the corner down with his knees. Laughing, you did the same. Both of you reached for the last corner at the same time, your hands touching each other. Taeil reeled back and looked at you. There was an apology on his lips, but he couldn’t get it out. Feeling the flush rise to his cheeks, he moved to tuck the very last corner himself. When he did, all corners untucked and rolled towards the middle. Exasperated, he fell back onto his bed and you followed him, looking up at the ceiling together. Without another word, Taeil rolled over and kissed you. You knew it was coming, so you kissed him back. You touched the front of his pants, palming his cock over his jeans. “Do you want me to help you with something else?” you asked. Taeil nodded, kissing you with a lot of passion. It was meant to be just sex, but there were feelings lingering underneath the surface. Taeil stopped trying to remove your clothes and looked at you. He stroked the side of your face and smiled. “I think you’re beautiful.” he said.

Johnny: Fucking Johnny as friends had it’s pros and cons. The pros: he ate you out until he was satisfied with your reaction, he always kept things respectful, and gave you the best dick of your life. There were cons, but you weren’t sure they were actually bad. You had feelings, and you thought you saw the same happy-in-love grin on his face that you wore whenever you were through with each other for the night. Being with him was always a fun time. You knew you could come to Johnny at any hour and he would receive you well. There was a connection there that transcended your usual sexual encounters. You enjoyed being in his company, hearing him laugh, and watching him get ready in the morning. Falling for him was never in the arrangement, and it put a dampener on a lot of things. “Hey.” he said, taking your jacket as soon as you entered the door. He could read the stress on your face, could see how you carried it in your shoulders. “Hi.” you answered back. Johnny brought you into a warm embrace. You felt like you could melt completely into his body and die happily. When he pulled a part, you kissed him and felt the softness of his belly underneath his shirt. It was your signal for him, and it let him know that you wanted him now. But the time felt different, and he could feel it, too. Normally, you would grab at each other like you couldn’t breathe unless one of you were naked. This time, he moved slow, his hands seeming to pulsate over your body. You felt overwhelmed, like you could cry. “Love me.” was all you could say. Johnny sank his head into your breasts and kissed the skin. When you felt his mouth move south, you grabbed a hand full of his hair and vowed to have a talk with him later.

Taeyong: He had never had a female friend. That is how your relationship began: your obsession with making sure he had someone to confide in, and his need for your companionship. You would lay in bed together, your head on his chest, his hand low on your back. Your mutual friends would ask if you were dating, and although you told them no, you were never sure yourself. Taeyong called you his friend, sometimes his best friend. You texted every day, you came running when he needed help, and he was the only man in your life that made you feel appreciated. There was a line that shouldn’t be crossed, but that line was fading fast. “What are you thinking about?” Taeyong asked. You were in his bed, watching the way his face changed whenever he watched a Youtube video with animals in it. He made your heart ache. “Everything.” you said. Taeyong put his phone down and turned toward you, his face just inches from yours. You had kissed once, but it was so quick that both of you pretended like it never happened. “Thinking of me? I am everything.” he said, smiling. You turned your head away. You wanted to kiss him, and you could sense that he wanted to kiss you, too. Taeyong’s hand touched yours. He pulled your arm and draped it over his body. The kiss came soon after. You rolled over on top of him, feeling his body underneath yours. He was hard, his cock sitting just below your pelvis. There was a moment where you stared at each other, questioning if things should go further. Taeyong made the first move, going deeper into a kiss, his hands on your ass. You touched each other like you were starving, your bodies wanting to fulfill a hunger. “Slow.” he said as you went for the button on his jeans. “I want to feel your everything.”

Yuta: You thought you wanted him because you were sad. You told yourself it was the reason you went back to him. After all, it had been that way with every guy before him. There was something about Yuta that your heart was addicted to, and that is how he differed. You would fuck him and fuck him, your bodies coming together like it should mean nothing, but it meant everything. He was a good man. He let you have him, even when you both knew you should not have been together without talking about what you were. Every time you promised each other you would stop hooking up, you always came back to close the gap. Most days, it was you who broke the promise. You were on your hands and knees too many times, his cock slamming into you, his fingernails digging into the extra weight you carried around your waist. It was hard to look him in the eyes sometimes. When he slowed, you looked back at him. He hadn’t come inside of you yet, hadn’t flopped onto the bed, sweat dripping down his abdomen. “Are you okay?” you asked. Yuta pulled out and flipped you onto your back so that you were staring up at him. He leaned down so he was dangerously close to your face, your eyes struggling to look at him. You had never fucked this close before, and the intimacy made your legs feel like jelly. Yuta entered you, his grunts stifled by a kiss to your lips. You didn’t know what to do, where to look, or what to touch. “Are you okay?” he asked, echoing your question from earlier. You nodded frantically, a rush of feelings chaining you to his heart.

Doyoung: It was a game. One of you gets blindfolded and has to pick someone from the circle. You take them into a bedroom and do whatever you want to them for a half hour. It was Doyoung’s turn to be blindfolded. You sat in your chair and watched him go around, licking his lips because of his nerves. You knew he wanted to pick the girl he had a crush on. He would be drawn to her, like a bee to a pretty flower. Doyoung buzzed around the circle and stopped in front of you, only he didn’t know it was you. He held out his hand for you to take, his fingers trembling slightly. When you placed your hand in his, the crowd of players cheered. You looked over at his crush and tried to apologize to her with your eyes. Doyoung was only your friend, nothing more. Still, you kept a grip on his hand and dragged him behind you, finding a bedroom for the both of you to go into. When you shut the door, it felt like there was no going back. “Who are you?” he asked. You looked at him, a face you’ve always known, but somehow, looked like a stranger before you. You kissed his lips softly, your fingertips holding his chin. You could read his facial expressions well. Doyoung knew it wasn’t his crush. There was a brief moment where he looked like he would turn away and leave, but he moved forward and pushed you back onto the bed. He pinned your arms to the mattress and nipped at your neck. You could feel his cock growing in his pants. You were aroused for him too, your body opening up for his. The way he kissed you was needy. There was a certain freedom with him not knowing who you were, but you wanted to know what he would think if he knew. You removed his blindfold, slipping it from his eyes like a secret. It took a while for his eyes adjust, to fully grasp that it was you underneath him. When he did, he smiled. He kissed you a little softer, and let his hands sweep down your sides. “I’m glad it’s you.” he said.

Jaehyun: You danced the pain away. Your date stood you up, so you let the music carry you away until you felt nothing. Your friends watched you sway in the middle of the club floor by yourself. Most of them wanted to let you be, but Jaehyun couldn’t do that. He grabbed your hand to let you know he was near, but he kept his distance on the floor. “You don’t have to do this.” you shouted. Even through the dark, you could see Jaehyun’s face light up with a smile. “I want to. Friends don’t let friends cry alone to EDM music.” he said. Afterwards, he walked you home. You wanted to open up to him about how you felt, but you didn’t want to bother him. Jaehyun kept your mind off of things by talking about nonsense, which made you feel better. When you arrived at your door, the sadness crept back in. “I don’t want to be alone.” you said, unable to look him in the eyes. Jaehyun followed you inside. “Let’s watch a movie.” he suggested. You turned around and kissed him. You didn’t know what had gotten into you, or why you had done it. You weren’t aware of any feelings you had for him, but when you kissed him, everything felt serious. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” you said, touching your lips. Jaehyun rushed at you, kissing you back. The way you came together felt natural, your hands clinging to the sad parts of each other. “We shouldn’t.” you whispered. “Says who?” Jaehyun said. The way you affected each other felt desperate, until you fell into bed and everything began to slow down. “You deserve better,” he said. “Let me show you.”

WinWin: It might have been a lapse in judgement, but at the moment, neither of you cared. WinWin was yanking off your skinny jeans and underwear with all of his strength. When your legs were free, he went straight for you, his tongue parting your pussy. It was weird having your friend eating you out, but it felt so good that you could hardly object. You were on the verge of coming when he stopped. You used your arms to bring yourself backwards onto the bed. He took off his shirt fast, moving at you with alarming speed. His lips were on yours, his hands pushing up your shirt and bra to get at your breasts. His other hand roamed downwards, spreading your legs so he could finger you. “Let me please you.” you moaned, not really wanting him to stop. “No.” WinWin said. His mouth was on you again. Feeling useless, you slowly removed your shirt and bra until you were naked on his bed. “Fuck.” you whispered. Everything felt so good, and you wondered how you had gotten so lucky. “Fuck me.” you said. Abruptly, WinWin stopped and came up to meet your lips. When you made eye contact with him, time felt like it was slowing down. You saw him as he was: your friend, the boy who always made you feel seen. He smiled from ear-to-ear, probably feeling the same emotions that were wrecking you. “Fuck you?” he asked. You nodded, a laugh bubbling to your lips. You wanted to talk to him, to tell him you never imagined anything like this happening between you, but WinWin’s mouth was back to worshiping your body, and his cock was waiting to do as you asked.

Jungwoo: “You sleep on my bed. I will sleep on the floor.” Jungwoo said. You began to protest, but he told you his decision was final. You knew why he was doing it, but you didn’t agree with it. Jungwoo set up a makeshift bed on his floor and laid down, pulling the blankets up to his chin. You had never slept in his bed before and never normally would have, but the storm outside was too brutal to drive home in. You slid into his sheets and rested your head on his pillow. Everything smelled just like him, and felt as warm as he did. You leaned over and turned off the lamp, the only light coming from the neon sign belonging to the bar across the street. “Are you comfortable?” Jungwoo asked. You leaned over his bed and peered down at him, “I would be more comfortable if you slept next to me. This bed is big enough for the both of us.” He didn’t answer, so you laid back down. A few seconds later, you felt the opposite end of the bed dip down. You couldn’t make out much of his face, but you could feel him next to you. The sexual tension was too thick to ignore. You rolled over onto your side and faced him. He did the same. The space between you both felt alive. Without giving much warning, Jungwoo leaned over a little. You met him halfway and collided your lips with his. You held each other, touching one another like you both had never felt someone in your lives. “Wait.” Jungwoo said, pushing you away. He was emotional, and your eyes adjusted enough to see the panic on his face. You thought he would get up and end the thing you should have always started, but instead, Jungwoo looked down and said, “I don’t want to rush. I want to remember everything. Let’s slow down. We have all night.”

Mark: Drunk Mark looks like sober Mark, but he doesn’t feel like him. Drunk Mark is cold, his body hard and foreign. He says stupid things and doesn’t mean them, makes stupid moves and regrets them. The Mark you know well is the embodiment of warmth, his smile trapping a thousand suns. You are too drunk to realize he is holding your hand. When you realize, it feels too late to take the feeling back that is blooming in your chest. “We should..” Mark starts to say. “We should what?” you ask. Mark lets go of your hand and grabs your face to pull you in for a kiss. He was only supposed to walk you home, two drunkards lost in the darkness. He finds your lips and you kiss him back. Feelings spread throughout your body. You need him, need to have his hands all over you. Mark pushes you inside your apartment and feels your stomach underneath your shirt. Everything moves fast: your pants on the floor and Mark’s morals lying at his feet. You fall into bed like strangers, and not friends. He kisses your neck, his hands roaming everywhere. You want him badly. He looks into your eyes and you tell him to fuck you. It’s the alcohol talking, and the lust. Mark’s fingers are on you and in you, the feelings making the room spin like a merry-go-round. When you feel his cock, the room stills. He fucks you like he can fuck all of his feelings away if he just moves faster, and deeper. “Mark.” you say. His name slows him down. He holds onto your thighs and looks down at you. You tell him to get off and lay on his back, so that you can get on top. You straddled him and let his cock fill you up. You move slowly, your body controlling the way you feel, much better than your heart can.

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