NCT ONESHOTS

Black Shirt PT.1| Johnil

Genre: Smut

Word count: 1602

Summary: Taeil wants to have sex with his boyfriend, and his boyfriend wants it too.

"Wait. You haven't had sex yet?!" Sicheng exclaimed with wide eyes.

Taeil's eyes widened just as much and he blushed furiously, hands flying up to push his friend's head into the ground. "Sicheng, shut your mouth oh my god!"

"But you've been together for nearly a year! How?!" He was persistent.

Taeil whispered, "It never came up?" The topic, he meant, but Winwin didn't take it that way.

"What, his dick? Surely it has!"

Taeil blushed furiously and threw a pillow at Winwin's face. The Chinese caught it and brought it down on his lap, still confused as to how two horny adults had never gotten further than sweet kisses.

The older crossed his legs off the edge of the bed and looked down at the floor. "Maybe I'm just, I don't know, not his type?"

Winwin deadpanned. "Dude, you're dating him."

"Yeah but," Taeil muttered, now feeling disheartened and oddly insecure. What if Johnny really wasn't attracted to him? What if the farthest they had ever vone was kissing because Johnny felt sick when it came to touching him in any other way? "You never know."

Winwin sighed in confusion, his brows furrowing. He had seen Johnny rest his hand so close on Taeil's upper thigh. He had watched Taeil unknowingly do the same, and how much the American had to control himself. His face had turned red and Taeil kept asking if he was okay, but Johnny wasn't okay. He clearly wanted Taeil.

But Taeil didn't know that. In fact, he was thinking the complete opposite, and suddenly felt so ashamed of himself.

"Ah, Taeil, I didn't mean to-- ahh," the Chinese rubbed his forehead in distress. Uncrossing his legs, he grabbed both of his friend's hands and gazed into his eyes warmly. "Listen here. I know Johnny finds you extremely attractive, so don't worry about that. But if it's sex you're worried about, it's sex I can help you with."

Taeil's face flushed red and he snatched his hands back to cover his face. Winwin was sure he was going to refuse, but much to his delight, Taeil questioned, "...What do I need to do?"

And that was how Taeil ended up standing in front of his bedroom mirror, admiring and fussing over the white, knee high, lacy socks Winwin had leant him. Coupled with a black shirt of his boyfriend's and a daring touch of gloss on his lips, he was ready. When Johnny was at work, he would get so stressed and tired and---

Maybe it wasn't such a good idea. Taeil turned back to his reflection and pursed his lips. The socks looked tacky. The lipgloss was wrong.

And speaking of his work, when he came back, he was always out of it. He was so detached from reality that he might not even notice his boyfriend's efforts. What if he was too tired to do anything if he did?!

Oh my god, Winwin. You did not prepare him for any of this.

But just as Taeil decided to get rid of everything, he heard the heavy slam of a car door outside of their house. Taeil did about three full turns from the door, to the bed, to the mirror, and back again, trying to calculate how long it would take to get dressed like a sane human.

But by the time he had decided he was done for, he heard his boyfriend in the kitchen, tiredly slurring, "Baby, you here?"

Taeil held his breath for a quick second. "Yes." He finally uttered.