Floral • NCT ONESHOTS

a special appointment - Johntae

credit: catsby

Taeyong isn't sure how this began. Maybe it's the result of a lingering touch while handing off papers, a tingle still warming their skin where they met for hours afterwards. Or perhaps it's due to a certain meeting of their eyes, where they share that same gleam of want, nearly primal urges buzzing inside them both.

Or maybe it's just the way they smell to each other. He considers briefly that perhaps they're just compatible. Perhaps, his romantic heart wishes, they were meant to be.

But then Johnny's hips jerk forward, and his huge cock shoves even further down Taeyong's throat, and his brain completely fails him. Suddenly, he can't consider anything anymore, and he's left to just sit there on his knees under his boss's desk and drool and take it as the alpha fucks his throat.

He chokes around the girth straining his jaw, more sticky spit spilling from his stretched lips and wetting his chin and throat. He swears he can even feel the front of his shirt beginning to dampen, though it's nowhere near as bad as the rear of his poor black slacks. This pair is completely ruined now, the second one this week, soaked through with his sickly sweet slick, and it only gets worse when Johnny's cock hits just the right spot in the back of his throat.

His whole body shudders as he chokes around his cock again, more slick spilling out of his eager hole and pooling in his pants, making the already sticky fabric of his wet underwear cling to his skin even more.

The new wave of slick fills the air of Johnny's office with aroused omega scent all over again, the smell as thick and as sweet as the rose-flavored buttercream icing Taeyong loves so much, and the effect it has on his boss is immediately clear. Johnny's heavy cock throbs on Taeyong's tongue, and the alpha groans above him, a deep and throaty noise. There's a certain growl to his voice when he breathes out a soft "fuck..." that has a shiver racing down Taeyong's spine, tickling his submissive instincts in the most perfect ways.

"Look at you, so- so pretty, such a pretty little boy," Johnny says breathlessly, voice strained as he drags his thick cock back and forth over Taeyong's hot, wet little tongue.

The compliment makes Taeyong's insides flutter in the most pleasant way, and he flattens his tongue against the underside of the hard flesh in his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and sucking filthily at it like it's the most delicious lollipop he's ever tasted. Johnny moans, lewd and shameless, and the noise melts into another breathless "fuck, fuck" when he sees the omega looking up at him through wet eyelashes.

"You want more, huh?" the older man asks, pink tongue flicking out to wet his lips when Taeyong blinks twice at him. "Alright, baby, alpha will give you more then."

With that promise still hanging in the air, he tightens his fist in Taeyong's pretty pink locks and pulls him forward until the omega's lips meet the neatly-trimmed black hairs around the base of his cock. Taeyong immediately chokes once again around the thick intrusion that has shoved itself even further down his throat, but when he tries to pull back, Johnny's free hand comes down to cup the back of his head, firm fingers pressing against the base of his skull.

"Take it," Johnny mutters. The two little words are just barely audible to Taeyong over the sounds of his own choking and his heartbeat pounding behind his eardrums, but they hit him harder than anything else Johnny has told him today.

He moans as much as he can, the sound muffled and pathetic, and big tears spill over the red rims of his eyelids and wet his cheeks, joining the mess of spit along his jaw and dripping down his throat. It's so impossible to breathe around the cock lodged in his throat that his mind buzzes with the lack of air, but if anything, the dizziness just arouses him that much more.