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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      NCT_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Lee_Taeyong/Nakamoto_Yuta
  Character:
      Lee_Taeyong, Nakamoto_Yuta, Moon_Taeil
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, Established_Relationship, Age_Difference, Riding, Domestic_Fluff,
      Fluff, Yuta_ruins_everything, Taeyong_is_a_tsundere, Comedy, top!Taeyong,
      bottom!Yuta, Alcohol, Drunk_Sex, Mentions_of_Taeil, taeil_has_a_brother
      complex, Dacryphilia, Crying
  Collections:
      NCT_Oneshots
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-07-31 Words: 2205
****** Wine and Dine ******
by Girigirl
Summary
     Yuta decides he wants to do something special for his older lover
     Taeyong. Too bad Yuta has a tendency to disrupt plans, even his own.
     Buzzed Taeyong, is an impatient Taeyong and Yuta better get to his
     bed or he's going to be on his back on the table.
Notes
     Hey ya'll so this is supposed to be comedy and smut with a little
     fluffiness but I feel like this mostly came out as smut with a splash
     of comedy lol. But I'm pretty satisfied cuz I got my more subtle
     kinks in so yayyy.
     Okay enjoy! <3
See the end of the work for more notes
Yuta arrived only an hour before Taeyong was slated to return home using the
spare key he's gotten from the older to let himself in.
Today, he, Nakomoto Yuta, was going to do something nice for the older to show
he appreciated him, however deducing exactly what was a problem.
Cooking was out of the question. Cleaning would be fruitless because Taeyong
would tell him he "didn't do it properly" and go over it again. He pouted
because it seems like he couldn't do anything useful for the other but suddenly
an idea like no other came to him!
He would wine Taeyong, leave the dining up to him then, draw him a bubble bath
and massage his shoulders while playing some of Taeyong's boring, but
admittedly relaxing Buddhist chanting.
He smugly made his way to the kitchen, getting a red wine out of Taeyong's
healthy collection, and setting up the two glasses, making crude origami swans
with the napkins before getting fruit and cheese out of the cupboard, arranging
it and putting it back in the fridge so it would all stay fresh. Yuta relocated
to the couch after exhausting his culinary skills, trying to write a love
letter but quickly abandoned it when he heard the door unlock in favor of
pouncing on his boyfriend.
Too bad the rug was a jealous bitch and had other plans for the Japanese boy,
and with an admittedly graceful fall, down he went.
Taeyong, letting the door close behind him, stared at Yuta on the floor, taking
in the bloody nose and eyes brimming with tears and Taeyong put his hands in
front of him not wanting Yuta's blood and tears all over his white dress shirt.
"Don't start crying, Yuta."
He saw the other's lip tremble like it always did when he was trying not to
cry.
"Don't you fucking dare..." and with those words it was over with and the drama
queen in Yuta took over and he cried like a toddler. Taeyong closed his eyes,
hoping the other would be gone by the time he opened them but unfortunately
there he was still crying softly, but more the tears running down your face and
sniffling variety than the previous annoying sobbing.
Taeyong grabbed one of Yuta's wrists and pulled him off his floor, taking him
to the bathroom, getting him to sit on the counter so he could help him clean
up his nose, checking for damage. Luckily, it seemed that there was a only a
little bruising but Yuta insisted Taeyong put a fucking bandage on his nose and
from the way Yuta's eyes were slowly narrowing every time he said no, he just
gave up.
Drama handled, Yuta started coyly hinting that he was going to give Taeyong an
unforgettable night.
"You're never going to able to love anyone else after this, Taeyong."
"What, you're finally going to let me fuck your mouth?" The scandalized look on
Yuta's face clearly said no, Yuta promising it would be better than that.
The older doubted that, but he still nodded along as he changed, however Yuta
didn't give him time to get a shirt on, and before he could protest he was
pulled down the hallway, the other bouncing like a mutantly large bunny with a
coke problem.
Homicidal thoughts started to enter Taeyong's mind, but his heart softened when
he saw the wine glasses and horribly folded napkins. He sat down where Yuta
indicated and felt his heart completely melt when he saw that Yuta had risked
his personal safety handling a knife just for him, the tray actually looking
kind of pretty on the blue plate it was presented on.
The younger poured them both some wine, Taeyong pulling the bottle to his side
of the table because he wasn't dealing with drunk Yuta, plus the other was only
17 and thus underage.
"You never let me have fun," the younger said with a pout but Taeyong was
having none of that. "First, your brother nearly murdered me when he found out
I let you drink last time. Second, I can already get in legal trouble for
fucking you and I'm not going to give them more things to charge me with. And
your brother would gladly testify against me in court because he hates my guts
for quote 'corrupting you'"
Yuta's brother, Taeil, was a gentle giant who was chilled out most of the time
to the point where Taeyong wanted to ask if he was on Xanax. His hot button was
Yuta, his brother complex unbelievably strong and when he got angry, he got
angry. When Taeil found at that Yuta's boyfriend was 24, he went off and
Taeyong received multiple anonymous death threats in his mailbox every day for
a month. Taeyong wasn't even allowed on their damn doorstep.
Yuta still didn't stop pouting but relinquished his glass and focused on the
fruit and chatting away at a thousand miles per hour and even laughing at
himself occasionally, Taeyong finding it cute and a little psychotic at the
same time.
After Taeyong had definitely had too much wine and Yuta a bit tipsy himself,
stealing some more, Yuta helped his lover clear off the table which was really
just Yuta throwing everything including the plate into the trash while Taeyong,
for ONCE, chilled out and let him do the work.
"Now for what you've been waiting for! A bubble bath and a massage courtesy of
me!"
"Yuta we haven't eaten any real food yet." Yuta smiled evily while standing up
and straddling Taeyong's lap.
"I'll let you eat me." Yuta licking the shell of his ear and kissing his way
down to the older's throat and Taeyong felt himself getting really close to
slamming Yuta on the table and fucking him right then and there but right when
Taeyong was about to grab Yuta the other slipped out of his hands like a
magician. "After you let me finish my surprise of course."
Taeyong groaned, his hard on not in the mood for this. "Yuta please just get on
my fucking bed and get naked and like I'm going to fuck you until you cry." It
wasn't as smooth as it could've been, the alcohol slowing things down up there.
"I promise, on my windex's life, I'll totally get into the bath and let you
massage me or whatever. But fucking get to the bed before I fuck you on this
table, or the wall or the floor or Mount Everest or wherever I catch you that's
not my bed."
Yuta giggled at slightly past buzzed Taeyong and scurried off to do as he was
told because Yuta was a good boy. Drunk or not, he knew the other wouldn't hurt
him. At least not in a way he wasn't into.
Taeyong was quite pleased with the sight before him as he entered the room
after washing his face. He couldn't remember why he felt he needed to do that
but cleanliness was always good in his books. Yuta was in nothing but an
oversized black sweater that slipped off of his right shoulder and made the
other look deceptively innocent.
They both knew he wasn't.
Taeyong climbed on top of the chestnut haired boy and kissed him, nipping
Yuta's lips maybe a little too hard but the younger still felt his heart racing
and his want for Taeyong growing. Kisses moved down to his neck, then turned
into bites that Taeyong continued all the way down to Yuta's hip bones, leaving
marks on each side. "I usually am all for the foreplay but fuck Yuta I really
can't do that right now." Taeyong climbed off of the younger to grab the lube,
but nearly dropped it when he turned back.
Yuta was laying on the bed with his legs spread and two fingers stretching him
open, muttering Taeyong's name as he thrust them in and out slowly. "I already
prepared myself hyung. I knew y-you would want to and I didn't want you to h-
have to wait." Taeyong grabbed Yuta up from the bed and pulled him towards his
desk chair, sitting on it before positioning a barely breathing Yuta onto his
lap.
"Ride me. I want to see your pretty face while you're taking all of it like a
good boy." Yuta's cheeks flushed and he did as he was told. As he sank down on
Taeyong's erection he regretted only going to two fingers but he would do
anything for Taeyong, even if it meant pain. He started slowly, wincing, his
breath coming out in little hiccups as he moved back up. "Taeyong I need a
minute to adj-" Taeyong had grabbed his waist and pushed him all the way down
in one fell swoop and Yuta felt out of breath, his eyes filling with tears.
Taeyong looked at him, grabbing his chin and making him look at him, giving
himself a moment to enjoy the sight of Yuta's beautiful face as tears ran down
his cheeks.
 "Don't cry, Yuta. You'll get used to it in a little bit, I was just helping
you." Taeyong's words seemed kind but his tone was patronizing and Yuta felt
like Taeyong was reveling in this a little more than he usually did. Yuta
really wanted to make Taeyong happy, so he ignored the slightly uncomfortable
stretch and started riding Taeyong a little faster than before and going all
the way down every time.
Taeyong wasn't having it though and used his hold on the thin boy's hips to
force him to go faster. He loved watching Yuta's face, his mouth dropping open
and his eyes squeezed shut with tears dripping out but still moaning and
telling Taeyong how much he loved him.
"Open your eyes, baby. Look at me." Taeyong let Yuta slow down a little kissing
his neck and rubbing little circles into his hip bones without trying to
control his movement. "Let me fuck you the way you want, Yuta. The way you like
it, because you're kind of crazy but you're also kind of amazing, loveable and
so fucking beautiful." Yuta beamed into Taeyong's shoulder as the older picked
him up, wrapping his legs around the other, Taeyong not even pulling out as he
lowered them both down on the bed.
It was slow and different and loving and Yuta found himself praying Taeyong
never left. He was so, so, soooo in love and he was happy to have the other as
much as he was scared to lose him and the thought started Yuta's tears anew.
Taeyong kissed away his tears before kissing Yuta like he was everything, the
younger cupping his face and mumbling love confessions over and over against
the others lips.
Taeyong felt himself getting close and apologized to Yuta in his head before
ramming his dick inside him and then picking up to a pace that had Yuta moaning
and crying at the same time and his face looked like Taeyong was taking him
apart and putting him back together, cheeks red, eyes wide. The younger came
first without even being touched and it turned Taeyong on so much it only took
a few more thrusts before he came inside Yuta.
He kissed him multiple times on the forehead, the lips, his cheeks. "You're the
best, baby in every way. I don't want anyone else." Taeyong had a hard time
saying he loved Yuta, only saying it once over the past year and half they'd
been together but Yuta knew he did. Different words but the same meaning.
The older pulled out, Taeyong holding Yuta down so he could watch his come leak
out of him.
"Are you done being proud of your work or what?"
Leave it to Yuta to destroy any kind of atmosphere quickly and completely.
"Fuck you Yuta"
"You already did"
"I knew that was coming."
Taeyong rolled his eyes and resisted the urge to mop his hardwood floor as he
let Yuta lead him to the bathroom, where as promised, Yuta filled up the tub
and added the soap, the scent of lavender filling the bathroom. Only instead of
a good soak with a relaxing massage, Yuta climbed into the bath first and
sighed in pleasure. Taeyong debated just grabbing him by the throat and
drowning him but that would cause an unpleasant mess, he was scared of Taeil,
and he needed Yuta.
He climbed in with him and tuned out Yuta's nonsense as he leaned his head
back, sighing from the warmth. Taeyong's heart had fallen out of his chest and
taken a trip to Paris with affection for Yuta at this point, because even
though things didn't go exactly as planned, the older felt loved and
appreciated and technically everything Yuta planned had been executed.
"Yuta, I love you." the older confessed with an almost unsettlingly intense
look, Yuta barely being able to hold his gaze but despite being a touch freaked
out, he smiled and kissed the other passionately.
Yuta looked so happy to hear those words that Taeyong actually felt a little
guilty he couldn't bring himself to say it more often.
"Say it again, hyung."
"Don't push your fucking luck."
End Notes
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