nct oneshots.

neck kiss ; johntaro

ship: johnny suh x osaki shotaro
request from: Purplejamx10 on trope #1 [types of kisses]

it was a lovely sunday morning. the sun was out, bright, shining through the windows of bedrooms to wake people up. shotaro was one of them. disturbed by the light shone on his closed eyes, he groans, rubbing his eyes. he turns to the other side ofnthe bed, his arm wandering about in search of another presence. when he doesn't find anyone next to him, he opens his eyes and looks around. he really was lying alone.

he slowly sits up, pouting because he didn't wake up to the face of his favorite person. but soon, he forgets about it when the delicious aroma of a traditional japanese breakfast tickles his nose.

he waddles his way out to the kitchen where the aroma came from, to be met with his roommate's broad back, an apron tied to him making his waist look trim, and he moves to the side to get the wonderful view of his side profile, and beautiful silky hair, falling over his handsome face perfectly framing it.

hearing someone, the tall man straightens his back after tasting the miso soup he just made. "taro, you're up!" he turns to smile, shotaro feeling cupid's arrow stab his heart.

"good morning hyung!" he says, with a cute smile and johnny turns back to check on his eggs getting fried.

shotaro makes his way to his roommate before hugging his waist from the back. johnny stiffens up at the warm feeling, the tight arms around him. he smiles thinking about how cute shotaro was when he feels the younger snuggle and rubs his face all over his back like a cat.

shotaro tip toes so he could come to johnny's height, but was still a little shorter. he presses a long kiss on johnny's nape, melting the other.

once the eggs were ready, johnny puts them on a plate before turning around while still in shotaro's arms and engulfs him in a hug. he caresses their foreheads together while they were touching, disheveling their bangs. "set the table, will you" he whispers to which shotaro nods and leaves.

the younger set up two plates and two bowls and two pairs of chopsticks, and ready to eat he nearly sits down while he feels like being hovered from behind. and he was right.

johnny locks shotaro between him and the table, arms on his either side, his front pressed against shotaro's back. he leans down before kissing the back of shotaro's neck, nibbling on the skin.

he starts moving to the side and tucks his face in shotaro's neck, the younger giggling at the ticklish feeling of johnny's eye lashes on his neck. he turns to cup and caress johnny's face before the old per attacks him with more kisses on the neck, occasionally biting and licking.

shotaro entangles his fingers in johnny long hair, letting him do whatever he was doing, and rub his back. while johnny continued leaving butterfly kisses and pecks all over shotaro's neck, the breakfast remained forgotten.