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yunogf · 2 years

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coverboy 1997

for my best girl @butterflyutas / lipstick insp.

#nctinc #jaehyunnet #jaehyun #mine*works #mine*gfx #gfx #this ones for chloe <33333333 #shes always so supportive of me even when i bring her all 328698925820 of my ideas but then never turn them into anything #love u girliel :(<3 #also if yall saw me post this earlier no u didnt &i will testify as so in court #tumblr didn't update my draft &then the format was all weierd #anyways here these r <3 #now pls dont look at the first one i posted anymore look at these ive learned how to use photoshop since then xkjbxk #let me know yalls favs #i tried to make fun suggestive captions w out being weird yk xjxkjbx #might make a whole set for 127 bc ik theres some perfect taeyong or johnny pics for this

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milkiematcha · 1 year

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almost 1k words of jaehyun fucking you backstage after a concert

jaehyun always came off the stage high. not high on drugs or sharpies or whatever new drug got passed around idol clubs. no, he always came off the stage high on power.

and it’s completely unsurprising. the cheering crowds and screaming girls and bright lights always left him glowing, like some sort of greek demigod that all the goddesses fought for. he came off stage feeling like he has a million people in the palm of his hand, their actions decided by whether he decided to smirk or wink or roll his hips.

and you we’re the worst of the whole crowd.

you were wrapped around his finger. you were his perfect girl, the one he came to at 3am after practice ended when all the restaurants are closed. the one that giggled at his bad jokes and looked up at him with teary eyes when he wouldn’t let you suck him off.

so when, just minutes after the cheers had gone quiet and the boys had pulled themselves off stage, some of them ordering food and others lounging on floor, shirts tugged off in the much-too-warm backstage rooms, jaehyun was tugging you into a side room, you’d have to be stupid to be surprised.

before the door had even shut behind you, his lips were on yours, one of his hands tangling in your hair, helping to protect your head from the wall you had found yourself pressed against. his other hand was already tugging at your skirt, the belt keeping him from yanking it off you properly.

“jae, you’re gunna rip the skirt,” you whine, pulling his hand from your waist. “i like this one.”

“i can buy you another.” his words could be mistaken for a breath if his eyes weren’t locked on yours.

“i like this one.”

the look he gives you makes you want to wither up and die, or maybe just drop to your knees until he forgives you. he tugs his shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere off to the side. his hands return to your skirt, this time crumpling the fabric up around your hips and grinding against your core, face buried in your shoulder.

“if i wasn’t so fucking hard right now i’d make you suffer for that.” he’s basically growling, the bass of his voice reverberating through your bones. he lifts you like you weigh nothing, pulling at your soaked panties until you hear the fabric snap and see it come apart in his hands.

you’d complain if it wasn’t for his lips on yours again. he’s nipping at your lips, and you know that by the time he’s done, they’ll be swollen enough that nobody will have to guess what you two had been doing. his belt drops to the floor, you didn’t even see him undo it, but by the time you’ve pulled back to say something he’s already pushing into you.

normally, he’d be a stickler for prepping you. on his fingers, with his tongue, anything to make sure he didn’t hurt you. but he knows as well as you do that watching him on stage, shimmering in the golden lights with a smirk dancing across his lips, has gotten you as wet as anything he could possibly do.

and he’s so big. the stretch is usually subtle, with maybe a few moments of adjustment before he can thrust into you comfortably but like this, with him pressing you against the wall, and your legs instinctively wrapping around him for some semblance of stability, he feels so big. and he doesn’t even wait for you to adjust, he just pushed up into you in one fluid motion, a deep groan leaving his lips.

he doesn’t pause before he pulls out, or before he thrusts back in, making a whine leave your lips as you scramble for anything to hold on to, nails digging into his back. his head tilts back just slightly, and you take the opportunity to press your lips against your neck, marking it faintly before his next thrust has your nails sinking further into his skin.

“fuck-” his breath is catching the way it does when you kiss the tip of his cock. “shit princess, you’re gunna leave scars.”

you try to respond with a “sorry” or even a “too bad”, but the words are catching in your throat too. the familiar warmth in your stomach is building so quickly it’s halfway given you whiplash, his fingers digging into your hips again to keep you from slipping.

he catches this, of course. and despite his constant movement a cocky smile manages to find his lips. “you’re gunna cum that quickly? already?”

the condescension in his voice has you tightening around him and his smile falters for a moment. his hips are stuttering, and you know that he’s just as close as you. “cum for me. you’re going to do it anyway”

the coil in your stomach snaps at the words and his name leaves your lips like a mantra, like a prayer. like he’s a god and you’re worshipping him, like he has all the power in the world over you. you can barely differentiate the warmth in your stomach from the way he fills your core, his hips stuttering and pressing deeper into you.

you bury your face in his shoulder, breathing heavily, pulling him as close as possible. he’s panting too, his lips pressed against your forehead, breathing some mix of “good girl” and “i love you” against your skin.

when you left the room together, his arm around your waist and your tattered panties in his pocket, he was no longer high on power. he was high on something so much stronger, so much more powerful. he was high on you.

#can you tell i didnt know how to end this #jaehyun smut #jung jaehyun smut #nct 127 smut #nct smut #i dont know how to tag but this is for my favorite person on tumblr you know who you are<33 #not proofread

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s-telar · 1 year

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