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neokollection · 5 years
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S.S. Compilation ㅡ Their S/O Has Small Breasts & Is Insecure (M)
NCT 127 
‘Their girlfriend have small boobs and she is insecure about that so she doesn't want to show them her boobs?’
Pls listen to Versace On The Floor [I think it’s pretty fitting of their reactions as well, they’re so sweet] also, Jaehyun recommends it as a DJ lol READ-MORE is on, but it don’t work on mobile, complain to tumblr, not me
A/N: I said I was gonna do short stories [but some people lowkey write reactions like this soo...]
This is domestic af-
** A LIL BIT MATURE RATED, CAN’T LIE **
Taeil:
His hands found their way beneath your loose crewneck sweater, his icy fingertips making you squirm as they brushed along your warm skin.  He let out a muffled chuckle against your lips and you let out a muffled groan in response, turning your head away from his in an attempt to distance his intoxicating lips. In response a smile graced his features as he tickled your sides.
“Stop!” you wailed, body convulsing with giggles.
Halting, he let his hands wander higher as he leant closer, brushing the wire of your bra. You attempted to sit up in response, your hand going to the front of your sweater to push his hands away. Confused, he removed his hands, wondering if he’d overstepped the boundary perhaps. 
“You don’t want to?”
You could feel him snuggly tucked between your legs and let your thighs squeeze around his hip softly.
“I-I do...”
He could sense a nervousness in you and dropped his chin to rest in the valley of your breasts.
“They’re just small,” you fought off, casting your gaze elsewhere.
His hands went to your shoulders as he lifted himself from you slightly, pressing a soft smooch to each of your covered breasts.
“What do you mean? They’re perfect-”
Johnny:
A shadow fell over you, causing you to lift your sunglasses and fold the page in your book.
“Hello?” you mocked, looking up with a small grin to meet Johnny’s gaze.
Your gaze fell from his messy, wet hair to his toned chest and abdomen.
“Hello~” you corrected, your voice coming out as a coy flirt.
He grabbed your ankles, causing you to yelp as he drug you down the wicker pool chair.
“Johnny!” you cried, dropping your book off the side as you attempted to hold onto the sides of the chair.
He let out a melodic laugh in response, fighting to collect you into his arms as you struggled against him. You let out a shriek as he tossed you into the pool, kicking to come back to the surface.
“You're such a dick,” you hollered, wiping your hair from your face. 
He hopped in in response, splashing you obnoxiously. His hands were on you in a matter of seconds.
“Take this off,” he tried, tugging at your oversized t-shirt from below the surface.
Without even waiting for a response, he was tugging it up.
“H-Hey!” you complained, still letting him do as he pleased.
His arms encircled your waist and you felt a blush rise to your cheeks as he was face to face with your chest, clad in only a bikini top.
“I wanted to keep that on-” you began, interrupted as his plump lips left a chaste kiss on your skin.
“Why would you ever want to do that?”
His gaze fleeted from your face to your chest, causing you to bring your hands to cover your modesty.
“Don’t look at them,” you whined.
He let out a soft chuckle, thinking you were undeniably adorable.
“Why not?” he teased.
“They’re small...”
“So?” 
It wasn’t the answer you were expecting, but it did add a level of comfort to know they didn’t faze him.
“I like them~” he mused, burying his face into the side of your chest you didn’t cover.
Taeyong:
You wondered if Taeyong could hear your heart beating out of your rib cage by his close proximity. It was the first time he’d ever laid his head upon your chest. You were sure your face was burning up and for a brief moment were glad his eyes were trained on the TV.  You tried to sit up slyly and shrug your shoulders to gently transfer him from your chest to lower.  His arms hugged you tighter, a soft whine of protest leaving him as he held his spot. 
“It’s comfortable,” he informed, not wanting to move.
“There’s nothing there to make it comfortable,” you teased, roasting yourself.
“Yea there is,” he argued, moving to rest his chin in the valley of your breasts as a pout formed on his lips.
“If you say so,” you murmured, refocusing on the television.
You had to hold in whatever noise was going to erupt as he nuzzled into your chest animatedly, letting just a muffled chortle escape as your hands went to his hair to cease his movements.
Yuta:
The bed dipped suddenly, nearly causing you to mess up your shot; you were playing pool against Mark on your phone.
“What’re you doing?”
A familiar voice questioned followed by the sound of the crisp sheets rustling as he wiggled closer. You could feel when his presence was directly behind you, his chin propping up on your shoulder like a puppy. You hummed in response to his question, too invested in the moment. He tossed a leg over your own, using one hand to prop himself up on his elbow as he watched from behind, his other being draped over your waist.  Once your turn was over his leg and arm in unison attempted to drag you closer into his spooning embrace. 
“Why aren’t you paying attention to me?” he murmured, snuggling into your hair with a deep inhale.
“I give you plenty of attention,” you remarked.
You let out a soft gasp as his hand draped over you naughtily reached up to squeeze one of your breasts in response to your lie.
“Play with me,” he chortled, “Or better yet, let me play with you-”
“Pervert-”
“So what if I am? Can it be helped when my girl is you?”
His hand squeezed once more.
“What’s that supposed to mean...?”
“You’re cute and sexy, the most beautiful lady of the land,” he oozed, “How can I help myself-”
You brushed his hand from your chest.
“Stop saying such cheesy things.”
He easily transitioned onto all fours, pulling you beneath him like a predator snatching prey.
“I mean it,” he challenged.
Doyoung:
Neither of you were quite sure how one thing had led to another or how you were in your undergarments on Doyoung’s bed with his figure looming over your own, shirt unbuttoned.
His movements were gentle and calculative, your thighs buffered his hips gently as his lips caressed your neck, he kept one hand in your hair as his other moved to your hips, smoothing it’s way upward. It felt as if your head was spinning, your body in flames of excitement, but also trembling due to the cool AC.  You barely registered Doyoung’s hand pulling down the cup of your bra until you felt the cool sensation of air upon your hardening bud. Your hand covered his own, moving the fabric back into place.  Noticing the change, Doyoung drew back, his ever-curious eyes growing wide.
“Can I keep it on?”
Referring to your bra, he glanced down.
“If you want,” he mused, “Are you shy?” 
The last question came out a tad coy and he smiled slightly, “You don’t need to be shy with me-”
“Um, I-”
“You’re perfect,” he muttered, his lips moving back to your jaw as his hand slid to your waist.
Jaehyun:
“Do you think an Oak coffee table with silver or bronze trim would be better?”
You flipped through the pages of the IKEA pamphlet, trying to picture each item in your living room.
“Jaehyun?”
You could have sworn he was sitting on the loveseat right behind you. A pair of long legs wrapped around your own, pulling you into his lap unceremoniously. 
“Excuse me,” you tried, “I asked you a question Yoonoh-” [punny hah]
“Silver,” he answered simply, smiling down at you. 
You turned to face him in his lap, making yourself comfortable as you opened the pamphlet between the two of you, pointing to the image you had in mind. He hummed in response, as helpful as ever.
“You don’t care do you?”
“Yes I do,” he crooned, taking the pamphlet from you and tossing it aside, “I want you to be happy.”
You squished his cheeks before cupping his face cutely. He pulled you closer and you felt so small in his lap suddenly with your cheeks burning up as you felt the front of his jeans beneath you.
“Hey-” you warned, your fingers weaving into his hair to assert control as he let his forehead drop to the valley of your breasts.
He pressed his cheek to your shirt as he hugged you before glancing upward toward you.
“You’re not wearing a bra, are you?”
His teasing dimple showcased itself. The two of you shared a silent moment of watching one another as you felt a blush creep to your face. He was unusually clingy, burying his face in your neck next as he left soft kisses peppered.
“Let me see,” he teased, his fingers sneaking beneath your shirt to brush along your waist.
“N-No.”
He pulled away immediately, worried he’d crossed the line. 
“It’s something I’m a bit insecure about...” you admitted, always able to be honest with him.
“When you’re ready let me help-”
“Help?”
He looked at you through your lashes and you regretted sounding dumb, able to catch onto what he meant.
He would praise the fuck outta you fuhf
Win:
beep, dingalinga ding dong. The washer had finished its cycle, chiming a soft melody in the distance.
Having curled up with several blankets on the couch, you were fast asleep, your cold medicine left untouched on the coffee table.
Turning down the volume of the movie playing on the TV, Sicheng cast you a glance before standing, going to inquire about the sounds. When you felt his presence leave you let out a quiet hum, listening to the sound of socks shuffling on the tiled floor. It wasn’t until you heard the washer door click open with a beep that you were pushing the blankets from yourself in a hurry.
“I’ll do it!”
You had a load in full of the dark panties and bras you’d been putting off all week to wash with your other dark load.
When you wove through the kitchen to the washer you saw him, squatted and removing your clothes into a nearby basket.
“Go lay back down,” he complained.
“I-I can do it,” you argued, squatting beside him, feeling your mind go blank as he pulled out a pair of lacy red panties before reaching back in for one of your bras.
He swatted your hand away as you reached in as well, a very offended look on his face. He stood, pulling you up before plopping his hands on your shoulders, driving you back to your spot on the sofa.
“Stay,” he reprimanded.
“But!”
“I can do it,” he assured, “I can take care of you,” he added.
You know he wasn’t attempting to be cute, but his small pout was utterly adorable.
“It’s embarrassing for you to see I’m a __ cup!” you burst with a whine.
He pounced on you partly out of embarrassment as he covered your mouth, giggling foolishly as his ears tinged red.
“It’s fine.”
Jungwoo:
“What about this one?” Jungwoo asked softly, holding up a lilac dress by the hanger as his eyes raked over it.
“It’s pretty,” you admired, touching the fabric between your fingers as you thought for a moment, “Don’t you think the neck line is kind of low...?”
“You don’t like it?”
“I do, I just-” 
You weren’t sure how to answer him, he seemed so earnest and you were too embarrassed to spell out you had no chest for that kind of dress.
“It’s sexy,” he beamed, “You’ll look really sexy-”
He was an unconventional boyfriend, one who’d pushed you to dress a bit flirtier than you were used to, not caring about the eyes it would attract on you.
“Try it on!” he urged, pushing you toward the fitting rooms.
Curious yourself, you tried it on, frowning at your reflection in the mirror as the deep V cut seemed to be unflattering. 
“Are you done?”
There was a knock on your door from an impatient boyfriend and you gave a hum.
“I don’t like it-”
“Let me see-” 
Without even waiting, he pushing in, closing the door slowly behind him as he looked over your reflection.
“Why don’t you like it?!”
“Here... It’s just...” you mentioned, referring to the V-cut.
“It looks good,” he pouted, “Maybe it’s too sexy,” he chuckled, lowering his voice.
He closed the fabric of the V-cut with his hands like a curtain, smiling childishly.
“I should leave,” he chuckled, “They’ll think we’re doing something naughty-”
He seemed to be totally oblivious to your predicament, perhaps your chest wasn’t as noticeably small as you thought.
Mark:
Palming himself gently, he removed his hand from beneath the sheets with a sigh, quickly typing a reply back.
‘You’re so hot’
You felt your temperature rise with his praise. Your conversation from earlier had taken a turn to the other end of the spectrum, the two of you taking advantage of the sexual tension. A few texts later and some photos were exchanged. Mark’s a classic mirror selfies with a messy bedhead and orange boxers. Yours a little more on the hot side, a mirror pic of just a towel around you, the fog on the mirror having vanished as you’d dried your hair between texts.
‘Show me more?’
He was borderline desperate, texting again.
‘What do you want to see?’ you teased.
‘You know :( ’
You fought back a smile at how cute he still was. You took a few minutes to think, trying different poses and running your hand through your hair.  Settling on one, you dropped your towel, turning around with a hand to cover your breasts as you sent him a provocative booty shot. Instantly, you got a reply of praise.
‘Wut about my girls up top?’
He wasn’t sure how far he could push his luck, but he’d try to get as much as he could.
‘Your girls?’ 
You had to hold in a snort at how corny he sounded.
‘*our girls’ he corrected.
‘They’re smol...’ 
You weren’t sure what else to add, but you were in a dilemma.
‘Babe-’ he began, ‘I’ve seen you enough times clothed to know they’re not that small’
You thought for a moment as you looked in the mirror before your phone buzzed again.
‘Ur so fackin cute and you have the body of a goddess, i swear.’
‘Don’t overreact Mark’
‘I’m not :/ let me love u’
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