Private Selca Ship(s): NCT 127, Super M and GOT 7...
“...hi love! I just saw you’re doing selca ships and was wondering if I could have a private one with nct127, superm & got7. Thank you so so much ❤️...”
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In NCT 127 I ship you with...
Jaehyun!
First kiss (friends to lovers):
Your ice-cream is melting just as quickly as his, dripping down your chin, across your wrist, and onto your thigh. You laugh, throwing your head back and covering your eyes so as not to be blinded by happiness, and it is in this moment of weightlessness that you are suddenly aware of the lightest touch on your skin, like the wings of a butterfly. It flutters against your thigh then lingers on your wrist, but before its delicate wings reach your face, you force your eyes open and see only fragments: pink lips, a tanned cheek, the features and lines of a face silhouetted against the bright sunlight. Your nostrils draw in his scent for the very first time and it is so strong that he is not just next to you but intimately close. His smell instantly takes you prisoner, overpowering you to such an extent that you have forgotten who and where you are. You know that, moments before, Jaehyun was using his lips and tongue to clean the melted ice-cream off your thigh and wrist, inadvertently treating you to the most ecstatic experience of your life. Your body and mind are adrift in a sea of bliss, the sounds of the park suddenly fade away, and the world and everyone in it cease to exist. All you can see is a blindingly bright light and all you can feel are a his moist lips touching yours. Jaehyun’s hot, passionate mouth is kissing you greedily as if there is finally enough air; as if he had been suffocating, but now he can breathe. You know that a kiss like this is neither flirting nor dating and can sense with every fibre of your being that it was a sudden impulse, unplanned and impetuous. When he comes to his senses and realises what he has done, you are already staring meaningfully into his eyes. He pulls away slowly and starts to apologise, but you assure him there is no need, just not to do it again. He replies that he won’t, but his eyes say otherwise: he looks as overwhelmed as you feel.
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In Super M I ship you with...
Taeyong!
First kiss (enemies to lovers):
“You don't have to like me, but I'd like to make working with me less difficult for you. Just tell me what to do, and I'll do it. But I'm not going anywhere." You watched him say these words, giving you permission to set the rules—yet you could really only focus on his soft pink lips and how you wanted a cider that was precisely that color. It would be sweet and crisp and bubbly. Something you could drink and drink and never get enough of—each sip would reveal a different shade to the flavor, from a lush rose to a pale blush. You had to know what lips that color tasted like, so you leaned forward and kissed him. Barely a whisper, the briefest of touches on his fascinating lips, with a hint of the toasty cider you’d had with dinner. Your senses lit up like Christmas lights. You pulled back even faster than you’d leaned in and the surprise you saw on his face matched your own. "I don't know why I..." Your voice trailed off. Colors still crackled around you. He moved an inch closer, leaning in to inhale near your ear, but he didn't touch you, didn't push you any further. His face was so close you could count the silver flecks in his eyes. "I'm glad you did. I like you. You're interesting, smell unexpectedly like roses..." He took a shaky breath, voice unexpectedly deep. He cupped his hand around your cheek, and you marveled at how perfectly his palm fit—as if it belonged. His fingers in your hair, you waited, maybe for an eternity, for his lips to meet yours. When they did it was like being inside an exploding star. Time and space became irrelevant. You slipped your arms under his, clinging to him, his body the only thing stopping you from drifting away, untethered in space. His hand on your back slipped under layers of clothes, finding skin. He pulled you close, and you leaned into him willingly.
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In GOT 7 I ship you with...
Mark!
First kiss (enemies to lovers):
You were livid, body packed with pent up anger and confusion. “Why would you do that? Why would you act like you didn’t know how to drive?”
His dark eyes found yours in the shadow of room. “Isn’t it obvious? No, of course it isn’t. I did it so I’d have a reason to be around you—one I knew you couldn’t refuse.”
“But… why? Why would you want to do that?” “Why?” he asked. “Because it was the closest I could get to doing this.” He reached out and pulled you to him, one hand on your waist and the other behind your neck. He tipped your head up and lowered his lips to yours. You closed your eyes and melted as your whole body was consumed in that kiss. You were nothing. You were everything. Chills ran over your skin, and fire burned inside you. His body pressed closer to yours, and you wrapped your arms around his neck. His lips were warmer and softer than anything you could have ever imagined, yet fierce and powerful at the same time. You responded hungrily, and you tightened your hold on him. His fingers slid down the back of your neck, tracing its shape, and every place they touched was electric. But perhaps the best part of all was that you, guilty of constantly analyzing the world around you, well, you stopped thinking. And it was glorious.
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@rr0zu here you go~ hope you like them! 😊
