NCT ONESHOTS

Apple Juice | Johnyong

Genre: Smut

Word count: 2160

Warnings: smut - daddy kink - blow job - voyeurism - masturbation - gagging

Summary: Taeyong's already in pain from his previous night with Johnny, but when he sets out to have a drink of apple juice, he recalls the night's event and can't help but enjoy them again.

Taeyong sat on his sofa and sighed. His hips were aching like crazy, and every inch he tried to move just made it hurt more and more. In fact, his eyes watered at one point when he reached out for the control.

Before Johnny left that day, he had carried him to the sofa, wrapped him in a blanket and given him the control and a bowl of popcorn, telling him to relax and just wait for him to come back.

But that was two hours ago, and now he was bored. And in pain. That Nurofen Johnny had given him was wearing away, and he could hear his bones grinding together.

Well, it was worth it. It always was.

Taeyong had come back from classes early the previous day because his teacher was absent for last class, and when he came in, he went straight to the bedroom to sleep.

His boyfriend had other plans though. The second he came home, which was only about ten minutes after him, he crouched down by the side of their bed.

"Princess, wake up," he said and stroked Taeyong's tired face with his large hand. The younger hummed and opened his eyes to find his boyfriend staring down at him. "Daddy has a problem."

Taeyong rubbed his eyes and sat up. "What is it?" He asked and sat patiently on the edge of the bed. He didn't have a chance to think before the American pushed him back down into sheets, stole his lips in a breathtaking kiss, and grabbed his hand. Placing the younger's hand over his crotch, he said into his ear,

"This."

And that's pretty much how Taeyong ended up immobile for the day.

He stuck his hand into the popcorn only to groan when there was none. And, just to top it all off, he had no more apple juice left.

He glanced up at the clock with a sigh. Johnny was due home in an hour, and so he was just going to have to get them himself.

My god. The pain he felt when he stood on his feet was unreal. It was almost as though he was stabbed with a pencil on in the small of his back, and it sent him onto all fours, tears stinging his eyes and bottom lip between his teeth.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he repeated and didn't move. He didn't want to hurt so badly.

The pain subsided and he somehow managed to crawl to the kitchen, inch by inch, but he got there. Pulling himself onto a chair, he sat on it and exhaled shakily. Right. Now he was there, he just needed to gather the foodstuff and leave again. He was a quarter of the way there.

He sucked in a sharp breath, and with one burst of courage, stood on his feet and wobbled to the fridge, where he leant on it and whimpered at the shock in his spine.

He bit his lip and opened the fridge. "There you are," he said proudly at the green carton. Taking it out of the fridge, he placed it on the counter beside it and close the door. Halfway there.

On his way to the popcorn, an image flashed through his mind.

Johnny groaned deeply into his ear as he pounded into him from behind, his fingers digging into and forming bruising in his hips, and the other hand tugging at his boyfriend's hair, yanking his back up to face the ceiling as he writhed beautifully.