NCT ONESHOTS

Messy | Yuwin

Genre: smut (mostly) / fluff

Word count: 1754

Warnings: a lot of come - come sluts - blowjobs - handcuffs - blindfold - tongues

Summary: Yuta loves Winwin, and he also loves to see him wet.

Yuta had mustered up the courage to ask Winwin out on one of those awkward days where it was raining, sunny, and humid at the same time, and everybody was either chilling in a sheltered area with an iced lolly or in their cars, relishing in the AC.

The Japanese had found his crush sitting amongst a few other Chinese students underneath the stairs in the drama block, and the second Winwin saw him, he leapt to his feet to greet him. Of course, this startled Yuta, and he spilt his ice-cold Sprite all over the other.

Winwin yelped and stared down at his T-shirt - which had now been soaked through - with a puzzled look on his face. Kun leapt to his aid with a packet of tissues, trying not to stare at how his clothes were sticking to his flat stomach. Yuta was staring for the exact same reason, and so when he reached out to take one of the tissues, he was so out of it that he knocked Kun's drink to the floor, splashing on his crush's shoes.

God knows why Winwin agreed to become his lover that day.

Another example of just how messy their love was was two weeks into their relationship, when Yuta tried to take their sweet pecks further, because oh my god did he feel good all over when they connected their lips. He pulled his boyfriend onto his lap, sitting on the floor of their dorm, and held his face gently, prolonging the pecks and converting the feeble touches into confident holds.

After a few minutes, Yuta dared to tilt his head, and for a moment, Winwin couldn't breathe. That kiss felt so good. The kind of good that burned you for more. The younger let a noise rumble in his throat when his boyfriend darted the tip of his tongue across his lower lip, causing the Japanese to pull back with wide eyes.

Yuta bit his lip. "What was that?" He asked quietly, and Winwin just shrugged with a blush.

Yuta dove back in for another kiss just like the one he had dished out. He hoped to gain another teaspoon of a moan from his boyfriend so he could store it for later when he was alone. You know why.

After some time, he got carried away and what had turned from pecks to simple kisses, turned from simple kisses to French kisses, and he pulled away and sloppily lapped his tongue over Winwin's lips and chin to catch their dripping saliva.

Winwin's breathing hitched seven times and he parted his lips to trap his tongue between his lips. By then, Winwin had learned his boyfriend had an odd way of being intimate, but he was doing everything so well and so perfectly for him. Winwin caught his tongue with his lips and flicked his own tongue over his tip, moaning softly at the feeling.

So, I'm guessing you can tell that their love was messy. Not a mess, but messy. Untidy. Whenever he would go in for a hug, it would always end with a lazy kiss and a string of saliva connecting the two of them, and if Yuta wanted to go on a date, it would end early with some sort of liquid being spilled on one of their bodies. Yuta's dates were like Russian roulette.

And now they were at the one year mark, and after Winwin lost his virginity to his boyfriend on their six month milestone, the Japanese had not given his body a break since.

Like now, for example, Yuta had his boyfriend's wrists handcuffed to their headboard as his two dominant fingers pleased the younger through his ass, scissoring him open to the sound of his gentle moans.