NCT BXB AO3 SMUTS

taeyong and johnny

by: yeolocity
language: english
wc: 1864

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taeyong feels like he’s going to explode.

there’s just - pressure. pressure in his hips, in his thighs, pressure in his belly where johnny’s hand lays over his skin, thumbing under his navel as he holds taeyong still, stopping the way taeyong squirms as johnny fucks him open.

johnny’s been screwing him stupid for the better part of an hour now, cock splitting taeyong open while his hands roam every inch of taeyong’s lax body, thumbing over his nipples, squeezing his thighs, pressing down on his belly, shoving a finger inside with his cock on his next thrust.

taeyong gasps, head falling back onto johnny’s shoulder. johnny has him on his side, one leg stretched straight out with the other thrown over johnny’s hip. usually taeyong hates this position, says it makes him feel too exposed, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t fucking love the way this position lets him take johnny so deep , cock so far inside that taeyong can feel it in his god damn throat.

he’s come twice already, completely untouched, spurting over his belly and johnny’s hand where it rests just above taeyong’s crotch. johnny laughed at him when he came the second time, squeezing taeyong’s exhausted little cock in his hand as he grabbed taeyong’s face with the other. taeyong whined, overstimulated but revelling in the way he trembled at johnny’s touch, come dumb and loving it.

“my good boy,” johnny murmured, lips brushing taeyong’s cheek, “love the way you come on my cock like that.”

“mmmmyes,” taeyong slurred, letting his eyes fall closed as he went limp in johnny’s hold, content to let johnny fuck him and fuck him and fuck him, until all taeyong could think about is the way johnny feels inside him, stretching him out and making him sloppy and wet. my perfect little cocksleeve, johnny always says.

that was - twenty minutes ago? maybe? since taeyong came last? he struggles to keep himself grounded, to think about anything but the way johnny’s still thick and hard inside him. there’s a nagging somewhere in the back of his mind, and he can feel pressure building in his belly, and he thinks honestly, genuinely, that if he comes again, he’s going to pass out.

johnny noses at the nape of taeyong’s neck, worries his skin with his lips and teeth, sucking a love bite as his cock slides over taeyong’s prostate, again and again and again.

“fuck baby, you feel so good,” johnny groans, grinding hard against taeyong’s ass. “so loose for me.”

“john- ugh, ” taeyong whines. “‘m so - please. ”

“please what, baby?” johnny teases, pulling back and thrusting in hard, and taeyong wails. taeyong’s belly twists, pressure growing almost unbearably.

“i feel - i’m - f-fuck, ” taeyong stutters, pleasure clouding his brain, stripping him of any and all ability to form coherent sentences. his toes start to tingle and his cock twitches where it lays still mostly soft against taeyong’s bruise-mottled thighs.

“you’re not making any sense, yonggie,” johnny teases. he reaches down and squeezes taeyong’s cock, thumbing over the head and taeyong jerks, clenching hard around johnny. johnny groans, fucking into taeyong faster, rolling on top of taeyong and pushing him tummy down into the mattress.