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blondechariot · 1 month ago

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~NCT127 reaction to you wearing something revealing~

Pairing: NCT127 x Reader

Warnings: none :) have fun

Taeyong

Don’t cheat, okay?”

“I’m not! Can I finally see it now?”

“Yeah, I just want to fix it a little first.”

“Couldn’t you have done that before you called me in?”

“Don’t be such a boomer,” you grumble while your boyfriend covers his eyes with his hands and taps his foot impatiently.

You’ve been invited to an SM party, and you bought a brand new dress just for the occasion — all to surprise Taeyong. You know he’s going to love it, which only makes you more excited.

“Okay, 3, 2, 1, go!” you call out enthusiastically, striking a playful pose.

When he removes his hands from his eyes, they widen immediately, and a big grin spreads across his face.

“W-Wow,” he stammers, looking you up and down while you twirl around to show off the full dress.

“So? What do you think? Can I show up like this?” you ask sarcastically, flipping your hair over your shoulder.

“Baby, you look stunning,” he marvels, reaching for your hands.

“R-Really amazing,” he repeats with sparkling eyes, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

You beam back at him, happy with his reaction.

He smiles and then looks at you excitedly. “But to be honest, I have something for you too.”

“What?” you ask, confused.

“Yep, now you have to close your eyes,” he grins.

You shut your eyes and hear him walking away. When he comes back, you wait patiently until he tells you to open them.

As you do, your face freezes for a second.

“That’s your blazer,” you say, a little puzzled.

He nods proudly, holding it out to you.

“Yeah, and you’ve always said how much you liked it. So I decided to give it to you!”

“Oh… cool,” you say uncertainly, taking it from him hesitantly.

“Come on, try it on!” he urges excitedly.

Raising an eyebrow, you slip on the blazer. It reaches just above your thighs, and the sleeves are a little too long.

“It looks better on you than it ever did on me!” he cheers, spinning you around.

“It’s a bit big, isn’t it?”

“That’s trendy now! Everyone’s wearing stuff like that,” he assures you enthusiastically.

“Really?”

The doorbell rings, and Taeyong quickly turns his head.

“Oh, the car’s here! It’s cold outside… you could just leave it on,” he suggests.

“You want me to wear it to the party?”

“Why not? It looks great with the dress, and like I said, it’s trendy!” he insists optimistically.

You glance down at yourself uncertainly.

“Tae, I don’t know—”

“We should hurry,” he interrupts, quickly buttoning the blazer over your chest.

“You can decide if you like it on the way there, but the venue’s probably going to be pretty drafty. It’ll keep you warm,” he says hastily before pulling you toward the front door before you can protest.

Jaehyun

“I like this spot,” you say contentedly as you walk along the beach with your boyfriend Jaehyun, looking for the perfect place to settle down.

You squeeze his hand while he walks beside you and he nods, smiling.

“Sure,” he agrees and sets the bag down in the sand before pulling out the large towel and spreading it out.

The wind blows through your hair, and you brush it out of your face.

“It’s super windy today,” you remark.

“I don’t mind,” he says with a cheeky grin, winking at you.

You giggle and nudge him in the side.

“Do you want to go straight into the water?” he asks, already pulling off his T-shirt.

“I think I’ll stay in the sun for a bit first,” you decide, and he shrugs.

“Don’t make me wait too long,” he teases and smacks your butt playfully.

Laughing, you watch him head toward the water.

You, on the other hand, sit down on the towel and tie your hair back into a ponytail to keep it out of your face.

You’re wearing a light blouse and the hot pants he gave you for your birthday.

You let the salty breeze wash over you for a while, enjoying the smell of the ocean, before deciding to get a little sun on your skin.

You stand up again, unbutton your blouse, and slip off your shorts.

You’re wearing a brand-new bikini that perfectly matches your hair and skin tone.

You tug lightly at the side ties and smile, pleased.

You spot Jaehyun in the water and wave at him.

He waves back, only vaguely able to make out your figure on the beach.

What he can clearly see, though, is two volleyball players turning to look at you and nudging each other.

He frowns and runs a hand through his wet hair, leaving the water and heading back toward you and the towel.

You’re lying on your back, soaking up the sun, when you notice his shadow looming over you.

“That was quick,” you say in surprise, opening your eyes.

“Is that new?” Jaehyun asks, nodding toward your bikini.

“Yeah, cute, right?” you reply happily.

“Yeah… very,” he mutters, glancing over at the two volleyball players.

“Hey, why don’t we go swimming together? I’m so lonely in the water,” he says.

“In ten minutes, okay? I’m a little cold and I want to warm up first,” you explain.

“Oh, you’re cold? Good thing you brought that pretty cover-up,” he says quickly, rummaging through the bag.

“Huh?”

“Yeah, here it is. If you’re cold, you should wear it,” he suggests, draping it over your body.

“What—”

“Perfect! I’ll just lie down next to you too, that way you’ll be protected from the wind,” he adds and settles beside you, positioning himself to block the view and making it very clear to the volleyball players that he is the only one allowed to admire you.

Johnny

“Are you here alone? It’s so quiet,” Mark says in surprise as he steps into your apartment.

Johnny chuckles briefly and shakes his head.

“No, she’s just sleeping,” he explains before they head into the living room.

He closes the door carefully to avoid waking you up, so he and Mark can spend the afternoon gaming.

After about an hour, you slowly open your eyes from your nap and yawn deeply.

You fumble around blindly for your phone to check the time.

Stretching lazily, you sit up — your throat feels dry, and you’re starting to get hungry.

You hear muffled noises coming from the living room and assume Johnny has a friend over.

Still a little sleepy, you climb out of bed and swap your wrinkled sleep shirt for one of Johnny’s oversized T-shirts, which falls almost to your knees.

You’re only wearing a bra and underwear underneath, but you really don’t care.

When you leave the bedroom and open the door to the living room, the first thing you spot is Mark sitting on the couch.

“Hey,” you mumble sleepily, giving him a small smile.

Mark flashes you a quick smile, his eyes briefly scanning your figure — though you don’t notice.

You shuffle into the kitchen where Johnny is standing by the fridge, pulling out a Coke.

“Hey,” you greet your boyfriend.

“Good morning,” he laughs, bending down to kiss you.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Not long enough,” you sigh, leaning against him.

He grins and runs his hands along your back, down to your legs.

His hands pause for a second, and he smiles.

“Wow, that’s a lot of bare skin,” he notes playfully.

“I’m not naked or anything,” you shrug.

“Not much is missing,” he grins, lifting the T-shirt slightly.

“At least you’re wearing underwear.”

“Hey!” you protest.

“You must have tons of super comfy sweatpants you could put on,” he says brightly.

“But it’s warm,” you argue.

“Then just roll up the legs! Come on, I’ll show you where they are,” he says decisively, gently pushing you out of the kitchen by your back.

“Where are we going?”

“Eyes on the game!” Johnny calls back over his shoulder to Mark as he leads you down the hallway back to your room and opens your closet.

“Here, this one’s nice. Put it on.”

“That one’ s way too big for me.”

“All the more comfortable!” he insists with a grin.

Mark

“Happy Halloween!” you shout excitedly as you jump around the corner, making a scary face.

You and Mark are headed to a costume party, and you’ve come up with the perfect outfit.

You’re wearing a black corset with an attached cape and matching over-the-knee boots.

Sharp vampire fangs flash in your mouth as you let out a playful hiss and flash Mark a big smile.

“Whoa, you’re a vampire,” he says, stunned, his eyes wide with surprise.

“Yeah, cool, right? I made it myself,” you say proudly, twirling your cape.

“Where’s your costume?” you scold him teasingly.

“Oh, uh, I was going to get changed,” he says, thinking for a second before his gaze drops to your outfit.

“Nice shoes… but aren’t they gonna be uncomfortable all night?” he asks, concerned.

You look down at your boots and then glance back at him sadly.

“You don’t like it,” you say, disappointed.

“No, no, no, no,” he says quickly, stepping closer.

“I love it. You look amazing,” he says proudly, making you look at him questioningly.

“But?” you prompt, raising an eyebrow.

He grits his teeth and laughs awkwardly.

“Baby, they’re never gonna leave me alone if you show up at the party looking like that.”

You giggle awkwardly and lift a brow.

“What do you mean?”

“You look incredible — that tight corset… and those… tight boots… Are you even wearing a bra?” he asks, trying to sound casual.

“Of course I am. It’s a strapless one though, otherwise it would look weird,” you explain.

“But if it’s a black bra, it would totally match the outfit!” he says excitedly.

“And you could throw on a leather jacket too. You’d be like a sexy biker vampire,” he suggests, looking thrilled.

Your excitement dims a little and you look at him uncertainly.

“I don’t have another costume, Mark.”

“Hey, I’m not trying to tell you what to wear,” he says, pulling you into a tight hug.

“But… I do have something that would look really good on you,” he admits, and you eye him skeptically.

“What is it?”

“Hey guys! You look awesome!” Yuta beams as you both stand at the door.

Mark is dressed in a firefighter costume, holding a rubber axe.

“And you’re…?” Yuta trails off, looking at you in confusion.

“I’m a hockey player,” you explain dryly, wearing an XXL jersey with shoulder pads underneath and holding a helmet under your arm.

“Cool, come on in,” Yuta says, stepping aside.

“I feel ridiculous,” you mutter to Mark, annoyed.

“Nah, you look sexy. A sexy hockey player,” he grins.

Yuta

I’m so hyped for this movie. I heard it’s supposed to be super scary. Jungwoo’s probably gonna pee his pants,” he laughs mischievously while typing on his phone, walking into your bedroom.

You’re just zipping up your skirt and smoothing down your tight top in front of the mirror when he enters and catches sight of you.

He stops for a moment, gives you a once-over, and bursts out laughing.

You turn your head and look at him in surprise.

“What’s so funny?” you ask.

He keeps laughing as he closes the door behind him and tosses his phone onto the bed.

“Nothing, nothing. You look amazing,” he says enthusiastically, opening his closet doors.

“Then why are you laughing?” you ask suspiciously.

“Because next to you, I look ridiculous,” he snorts, pulling his sweater over his head.

“This is better,” he says, grabbing a vest he once wore during a video shoot.

It’s made of black leather and has a deep neckline.

You stare at him, perplexed, as he puts it on and admires himself in the mirror.

“You’re really gonna wear that? To the movies?” you ask, shocked.

“Yeah, why not? I like this vest,” he says, grinning.

“Yuta, we’re going to the movies, not Coachella,” you say, clearly unimpressed.

“But look, it matches your skirt! We could go in matching outfits,” he says excitedly, biting his lip.

You picture other women staring at him, probably drooling over him non-stop.

“At least… at least zip this up,” you mumble, trying to pull the zipper of his vest upward.

“Babe, that ruins the whole look,” he laughs, pulling the zipper back down.

You eye him for a while, then glance down at your own outfit.

“If you want to match outfits, let’s wear something else,” you murmur decisively, scratching your head.

“Nah, it’s fine. Leave it. I like it — it shows off your butt really nicely,” he says cheerfully.

But you’re clearly no longer thrilled about your outfit.

“No,” you growl through gritted teeth.

“I’m changing — and so are you!” you say loudly, rummaging for a simple T-shirt that would match his.

“If you say so,” Yuta shrugs, but he can’t hide the triumphant smile on his face as he watches you pull off the red low-cut top.

Doyoung

You’re carrying two bags of food as you walk down the hallway, heading toward the recording studio where your boyfriend has been working all day.

You’re wearing a short plaid skirt and a black-and-white striped T-shirt, which you tied up just above the waistband of your skirt to make it fit better.

Doyoung has been keeping you updated throughout his stressful day at the studio, and you definitely noticed how tired he sounded.

His last few messages were short, filled with emojis showing just how stressed he was.

So you stopped by his favorite takeout spot to grab his favorite meal — and picked up a delicious coffee from Starbucks too.

You maneuver the bags into one hand so you can knock on the door with the other.

“Yeah?” comes a voice from inside.

You push the door open with your hip, beaming from ear to ear.

“Surprise!” you announce cheerfully.

Your boyfriend swivels around in his chair, looking at you in shock — and then grins wide.

“Hey,” he says, clearly pleased.

“I brought you — well, you guys — some food. And I got you a coffee,” you tell him, setting the bags down on the table.

He gets up from his chair and walks toward you.

“Thank you, baby,” he sighs, pulling you into a tight hug and giving you a sweet kiss on the lips.

You smile brightly at him, and he smiles back as his gaze drifts down to take in your outfit.

“Is the outfit part of the surprise too?” he asks curiously, biting his lower lip.

You chuckle and run a hand over his chest.

“Why? Do you like it?”

“I like it a lot,” he murmurs, “even though that kind of skirt might be better suited for more… private spaces, don’t you think?” he adds cautiously with a wide grin.

You laugh and give him a teasing look.

“What’s wrong? Afraid someone else’s eyes might wander?” you tease.

He snorts dismissively and clears his throat.

“No,” he says firmly, giving you a proud look. “They wouldn’t dare.”

You raise an eyebrow and grin while he looks at you fondly.

“Well, if you want, I can keep wearing this outfit for the rest of the day… and wait for you at home,” you tease.

He smirks, resting his hands on your hips.

“Sounds good,” he murmurs before kissing you softly.

Just then, the door opens and Taeyong appears in the doorway.

“Oh hey, didn’t see you there. You look great,” he says with a wink before nodding at Doyoung and disappearing again.

You turn your head back to Doyoung, who’s frozen, staring at the door.

You clear your throat and look at him questioningly.

“Do you have a hoodie I could—”

“Yeah, here,” he cuts in immediately, handing you his hoodie.

You pull it on, and he tugs it down even further to cover your thighs.

“Much better,” he says dreamily before kissing you proudly again.

Jungwoo

“Ouch!” you squeal when your boyfriend pinches your thigh again.

You’re out with Johnny and Jaehyun, and since it’s a warm day, you decided to wear a summer dress — a slightly shorter one.

Jungwoo hadn’t said much when you showed him the outfit at home, but ever since you stepped outside, he hasn’t stopped tugging the hem of your dress down, trying to cover more of your thighs.

Every now and then, though, he ends up pinching your skin, earning him an angry glare from you.

“Oh nice, ice cream! It’s on me,” Johnny announces happily, heading toward a nearby ice cream truck.

“I’ll help him,” Jaehyun says, following after him.

You decide to sit down on a bench, smoothing out your dress as Jungwoo suddenly plops himself down onto your lap, wrapping an arm around you.

“Jungwoo!” you yell in disbelief, staring at him.

“What?” he asks innocently.

“Get off me!”

“But you’re comfy,” he protests, shifting around on your lap.

“You’re wrinkling my dress!”

“No, I’m actually stretching it a little, which isn’t that bad. I think it might have shrunk in the wash,” he says, pretending to think seriously about it.

You roll your eyes and give him a shove until he finally gets up.

He grits his teeth a little when Jaehyun and Johnny come back, handing you an ice cream.

Jungwoo doesn’t miss the way Jaehyun’s eyes briefly linger on your exposed legs and he clears his throat pointedly.

“I don’t want anything to get dirty. Here,” he says, quickly taking off his denim jacket and laying it across your lap.

You shoot him a “Seriously?” look but give in when you see his pleading expression.

You quietly eat your ice cream, chatting with the guys while Jungwoo sits next to you with his arm draped protectively around your shoulders.

When it’s time to head off again and you try to give Jungwoo his jacket back, he just smiles sweetly at you.

“Keep it, I’m warm anyway.”

“I’m warm too — that’s why you should take it back,” you reply dryly.

“You know what? I have a really great idea,” he says suddenly.

He grabs his jacket and pulls you gently closer by your waist, tying it around your hips.

“There! You look super cute,” he says proudly, tugging the jacket a little so it looks like a skirt and covers your thighs properly.

When he sees you pouting, he cups your cheeks with his hands and kisses you.

“Super cute,” he repeats, beaming.

“Super cute,” you mimic his voice, pulling a funny face.

Haechan

You’re lying on your back on an inflatable float in the pool, one hand trailing lazily through the water while you let the sun warm your face.

You and the Dreamies decided to hit the pool because it was simply too hot to do anything else.

Since your boyfriend and Jaemin went to grab some drinks, it’s just you, Jeno, Renjun, and Chenle for now, already cooling off and enjoying the water.

You’re wearing the bikini that Haechan loves most on you — it’s sure to be a nice surprise for him.

“Watch out!” you hear Jeno shout just before a beach ball smacks into your stomach, making you flinch.

“Hey!” you yell at Jeno, who swims over, looking sheepish as he comes to retrieve the ball.

“Sorry,” he says, scratching the back of his head as you sit up.

“Nice bikini, is it new?” he asks curiously, his eyes briefly scanning you.

“Not really, I just don’t wear it that often,” you shrug.

“Looks good,” he says, giving you a quick nod before grabbing the ball and swimming back over to Chenle.

You’re about to lie back down when you catch a glimpse of Haechan and Jaemin arriving with drinks.

Your face lights up and you slide off the float, swimming back to the pool’s edge.

As you climb out of the water, Haechan’s smile freezes when he gets a good look at your bikini.

He quickly shoves his drink into Jaemin’s hands and hurries over to you.

“Heeeeeey,” he says loudly, pulling you into a tight hug, making sure to use his body to shield yours from view.

“Why are you wearing that bikini?” he whispers into your ear.

“Because you love it. And Jeno said it looks good too,” you tease.

“Oh, did he now?” Haechan says, clearly stressed, glancing over his shoulder at Jeno.

“Haechan, we’re at a pool. What else am I supposed to wear?” you ask, laughing.

“You know those gorgeous vintage swimsuits from the 50s? They really show off the curves — super classy,” he says dreamily, but you immediately see through his plan.

“I know them. But I prefer bikinis from this century. And I’m pretty sure you do too,” you say, batting your eyelashes at him.

“Are you saying you don’t like the way I look?”

“Of course I do. You look absolutely stunning today,” he admits, pressing a kiss to your cheek, making you blush a little.

“Thanks,” you grin shyly as he cups your face in his hands.

“But you look a little too good,” he murmurs before giving you a quick shove — sending you splashing right back into the pool.

Your once-dry hair now clings to your face, and you come up sputtering, shocked.

“Haechan!” you bark, furious.

He claps his hands and gives you two thumbs up.

“Now you look even better, baby!”

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