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Johnny has and will always be that guy written by women, and I can never think of him any other way. This gained you a follow from me.

full time buzz | sjn

johnny x fem!reader ft. cousin hyuck

summary: you’re a stoner weed enthusiast who's been dealing with bad luck in both your work and love life. insert johnny, an upcoming dispensary owner who knows nothing about weed and is too attractive for his own good, and maybe you’ve found the solution to both of those problems.

wc: 13.3k 18+ mdni

cw: FLUFF, smut, slight angst, non-idol!au, boss!johnny, weed/alcohol use, sex under the infuence, unprotected pinv sex (wrap it up!), soft/dom-ish big dick johnny, oral (receiving), fingering, slight manhandling (johnny’s a strong guy), dirty talk, breeding, multiple positions, overstimulation, scene of harassment/unwanted flirting (not johnny), not the most accurate depiction of a business/dispensary, pet names: baby, sugar, princess

you check your bank account for what feels like the 10th time in the past 2 hours, letting out a deep sigh at the thought of your savings dwindling down to nothing.

the laptop opened in front of you as you sit at your favorite cafe has too many tabs open, each one with a different job listing.

you were laid off 2 months ago and the thought of being let go still stings. sure, it wasn’t an easy job, but you called it home for years. you couldn’t help that the company was in the red, and while you aren’t in the red yet, you know you need a job soon.

you shut your laptop, deciding that being at the cafe isn’t as productive as you’d hoped it would be. what sounds better?

your living room couch and a blunt.

yeah, that’ll do it. that, or getting laid, and when was the last time that happened? you open a dating app on your phone at the thought, though you haven’t had much luck with matches on the web.

you exit the cafe as you scroll, replacing anxious thoughts of unemployment with thoughts of what type of flower you’ll be indulging in that night. you just picked up a pack of sativa pre-rolls earlier that week, and that’s sounding like the answer to your life’s problems at the moment.

before you can take any more steps past the building, pops of color on the cafe’s brick walls grab your attention. there are a few flyers posted, and as you scan them, one in particular stands out.

in bright green, the flyer clearly reads “weed expert needed,” along with a contact number and an address. while you wouldn’t call yourself an expert, you’ve smoked long and often enough to know quite a bit. most of your friends back in your college days were stoners, and it’s stuck with you through the years.

you look up the address, and its map listing shows a shop under the name “NCTeaHouse.” a bit confused, you double check. what could a teahouse need a weed expert for?

you close the dating app and quickly snap a picture of the flyer, dialing the number as you begin your walk home. half of you is calling out of the pure desperation for a job, but the other half is pure curiosity at the listing.

it rings a few times until a man picks up.

“NCTeaHouse. this is johnny speaking, how can i help you?” a smooth, polite voice rings through the speakers.

“hi, i’m calling about your flyer? about needing, um.. a weed expert?” you reply with uncertainty. “johnny” responds with a gasp.

“you’re interested in the job? that’s great!! can you meet at the address on the flyer? i’m here ‘til 7 and can tell you everything you need to know!” he explains excitedly.

you almost jump at the invitation, but you pause, realizing this is so different from your previous professional interactions. maybe corporate life has molded your expectations of an interview process, but better safe than sorry.

“would it be okay to meet tomorrow? some time during the morning or afternoon if you have any availability,” you request. you can sleep on it and make sure you aren’t getting scammed.

“yeah, that’s totally fine. is noon okay? i’ll have the shop closed for lunch,” he suggests.

you agree and say your goodbyes. as you head home, thoughts of your unemployment era coming to an end add an extra spring to your step.

the next day, you find yourself at the steps of a building that could pass as a house if you weren’t paying attention, having confirmed that NCTeaHouse is indeed a legitimate business after a few google searches, though most of the reviews mentioned an employee named “donghyuck,” not johnny.

the exterior of the building is very minimal but aesthetic, with vines running alongside the house’s entrance. you open the door, and the gentle chime of a bell alerts a man crouched behind the front counter.

as he stands to his full height, it takes everything in you to keep your jaw from dropping.

this man is *gorgeous—*easily over 6 feet with a short shaggy haircut, cheekbones that look sculpted by aphrodite herself, and tattoos on his arms exposed by his white tank top. he looks a bit older, but not by much.

“are you __?” his familiar voice snaps out of your admiration as you match the person you met over the phone to his physical self, composing yourself quickly despite your embarrassment at blatantly checking him out. if he noticed, he shows no sign of it, approaching with a friendly smile.

“nice to meet you in person, i’m johnny.” he reaches out a hand. “though you probably were expecting me.”

you politely give your own introduction, meeting his hand with your own in a firm handshake. it’s hard not to notice the way his hand almost completely envelops your own.

“there are some seats behind the counter, can you sit tight over there while i close up?” he asks.

“of course, take your time.” you walk over to the counter, taking in the store around you. it’s tiny, but warmly decorated, browns and earth tones dominating the space. you notice that the shelves and few displays in the middle of the shop are pretty empty, with only a few boxes here and there.

you take a seat and johnny joins you shortly after, pulling on a white button up over his tank top. you thank the universe for that, knowing it would have taken everything in you to keep your eyes from drifting having those tattoos up close.

though you wouldn’t mind seeing more of them after securing the job.

you internally slap yourself at the thought. stay. professional. even if your potential employer may be the most attractive man you’ve ever met, you can’t fumble now—not with your bank account flashing through your mind.

you may be bitchless and jobless, but this interview is to change only one of those things. the mental gymnastics do nothing for the tension in your body, nerves flaring at the need to impress and secure the job.

“so.. you’re a weed expert?” he asks. his eyes are locked on you and his gaze makes you feel so small. you practiced a bit last night for the interview, and you do your best to shake off your nerves and put that practice into work.

“i definitely know a good amount, and i’m very adaptable, so i can fill any knowledge gaps quickly,” you explain, pairing your rehearsed lines with your best professional tone.

his focused gaze immediately softens. “good, because i know nothing about that stuff,” he sighs in relief.

“huh?” your mouth drops slightly in shock, but you close it immediately.

it hits you then that you were so focused on getting a job, you don’t even know what exactly this job entails. johnny seems to take notice of your complete bewilderment, and realizes where he went wrong.

“oh!” he gasps, palm flying to his forehead. "yeah, that’s right. i should’ve started from the beginning, i got too excited.. my bad!” the laugh he lets out at himself is very endearing—it’s light and you can hear every individual “haha.” somehow, it calms your nerves despite the confusion.

“so welcome to NCTeaHouse,” he gestures around. “we sell coffee and tea mostly, but i decided i wanted to start a new business venture. do you ever buy from dispensaries?” he asks, and you think for a second.

the nearest one is an hour drive, so you really only go if you’re in the area. is it better to lie and say you’re a regular? it’s really been a while since you have, and you figure it’s better to tell the truth.

“there aren’t really any out here, so just occasionally if i’m out by one,” you explain. instead of the disappointed reaction you half-expected, his face lights up even more.

“exactly!” johnny exclaims, bringing his fist down on his lap lightly. “originally this shop stood for Neo Culture TeaHouse, but that ‘C’ is changing to cannabis from now on.”

putting aside the questionable original name, you think it’s a bit cheesy, but his genuine excitement is contagious.

“i’m planning to turn this place into a dispensary. try and make it a bit more accessible, you know?” he explains further, but catches himself.

“oh, but not to step on anyone’s toes—my cousin’s a plug and he says there aren’t as many out here as there used to be, so just as another option,” he explains.

his enthusiasm is a pleasant surprise, and you nod in understanding. it would be very convenient to have a dispensary around here, knowing that if your usual plug wasn’t around, you wouldn’t have to search for another trustworthy source.

“i’ve already worked out all the legal stuff, got the permits and suppliers all ready.” he continues.

“only thing is: i’m not really into weed, not that i don’t like it obviously. i just don’t have much experience with it—or tolerance. i’m more of nicotine guy unfortunately,” he slides a pack of cigarettes from his pocket slightly for emphasis before pushing it back in.

you suppress a giggle at that, but a smile lights your face. johnny’s eyes crinkle at your amused expression. “so that’s where you come in. i need someone to explain and advertise these products to our customers.”

you finally understand what he’s looking for, but you do have one question. “if you don’t mind me asking, didn’t you say your cousin was a plug? wouldn’t he also help?” you ask, and he shakes his head in response, letting out a sigh.

“that little shit got a girlfriend and refuses to work here any more than once or twice a week now, so the days without him i’m at a loss,” he sighs. “oops, ‘scuse my language,” he lets out his pretty laugh again, and you think you really could get used to the sound of it.

“so it’s pretty much just getting this place up and running with you?” you clarify, and he nods. honestly thinking about it, this is pretty ideal as it’s flexible enough to give you time to continue looking for a more long-term job.

“yeah, you and me. a team,” he smiles, and there’s something about the way he motions between the two of you that makes your heart flutter.

“oh, and for the pay, let me know if this works.” he hands you a paper, and as you rake over its contents, your eyes shoot open at what he’s offering. it’s your bank account that’s fluttering now.

“wait, really?” you ask incredulously. the starting pay is a notch above your previous salary, which you only reached after some years of experience with your old company.

he takes back the paper from you to see if he mistyped anything. “yeah? does it work for you?” he confirms.

it feels too good to be true, but who are you to not take an opportunity that’s fallen into your lap?

“if everything looks ok there, just initial in the box on the left and sign at the bottom,” he instructs. you take one last look—the terms are simple enough with no fine print.

you’re happy to sign, relieved at finally escaping unemployment with barely a hit to your salary and in something you might actually enjoy. you love weed, and you’d be more than happy making a living off a store that sells it. it has nothing to do with the shop’s eye candy of an owner.

"so when do i start?” you ask.

“well, the shipments start soon, can you come by friday? we can start planning out the store.” he reaches his hand out to shake yours once again, and you meet him eagerly.

“i’ll be here!”

friday can not come quick enough, and you arrive at the store, buzzing with ideas from the past few days of time off since the interview. you find yourself even more excited for the job than you were when you first met him.

the bell chimes as you walk in, seeing johnny inspecting some products in a cardboard box.

“good morning! how’d you sleep?” he asks cheerfully, placing down the products in his hands.

“pretty okay, and you?” you ask, noting he has slight bags under his eyes, especially apparent under the store’s lights.

“honestly, not too well. i can always nap later today, so let’s get it started!” there’s no hint of the tiredness showing on his face in his words, and johnny gives you the rundown.

he explains how the store is set to have its grand opening by the end of the following month, and it just needs some restructuring and advertisement. his cousin, who he affectionately calls “hyuck,” and his girl said they’d help with the advertising, so you and johnny will be in charge of the store logistics.

you nod in understanding as the two of you start to unpack the items from the cardboard boxes. “do you have any ideas for how we should set up the store? i was thinking of maybe just separating by brand?” he suggests. “i know some other spots do it like that.”

while that could be a good idea, your excitement jumps out as your ideas race to the front of your mind. “wait, i think i have a good vision for what might work better.”

johnny grins. “that’s what i like to hear…” his sentence trails off in a tired yawn. “shit, sorry. want some coffee first?”

he looks like he needs it. the fatigue you can clearly see on him is breaking through his lively demeanor, and you think you’d do well with some caffeine in your system as well. your excitement can wait a little. “i’d appreciate it.”

he beckons you to the back room, and you find that like the rest of the store, this room is also warmly decorated, simple with 2 couch chairs, a table with a coffee maker, and a tiny fridge with a small burner on top.

“take a seat, make yourself at home.” he starts to prepare his coffee as you choose one of the couch chairs to sit on. your old workplace used to house such a fast paced environment, so this slow start to your work day is definitely something new, yet more than welcome.

“want some sugar, sugar?” johnny asks jokingly, pouring the steaming liquid into two mugs. your eyes dart to him in shock, not at all expecting the affectionate name, and immediately he backtracks.

“sorry, too much?” his brows furrow in concern. “my buddies say i can be overly friendly, so please let me know if i ever overstep.”

being called “sugar,” of all things, by a handsome man shouldn’t have this much of an effect on you, but you can’t help the butterflies in your stomach. are you that affection-deprived?

maybe, but you’re learning that johnny might be dangerously as beautiful on the inside as the outside, adding self-awareness and consideration to his growing list of qualities. you decide the best way you can mask your inner turmoil is humor.

“just a little,” you reply, and he opens his mouth to apologize, but you cut in right away. “a little sugar, that is,” you grin, trying to match his earlier joking tone, and his brows relax at your reciprocation. “you’re good,” you assure.

the concern leaves his face entirely, nodding as a soft smile takes its place. you watch as he adds a bit of sugar into your cup and he slides it over before taking a long sip from his own, no sugar added. he sighs in satisfaction as you take a sip from yours as well, blowing lightly to cool it a bit.

“just the right amount, thank you, boss,” you sigh out, letting the hot coffee shake the last bit of sleep from you. he shoots you a glare.

“i am good at things like that, but never call me that again, it makes me feel old,” he jokes again with a playful pout. the laugh that leaves you at that is a hearty one from your stomach.

you don’t recall ever joking like this with anyone you worked with before, but for some reason it feels so comfortable to banter with johnny from the get-go.

“anyways, so what’s this layout you’ve got in mind?” he asks, finally settled with caffeine in his system.

immediately you fill with the excitement you walked in with and jump right away into your vision, explaining how you want to line the shelves not just by brand but by intention.

first timers? sample packs and beginner-friendly pens.

night out with the friends? sativa pre-rolls and maybe some infused drinks.

trouble with sleeping or anxiety? a good spread of indica gummies and maybe some herbal teas, just to tie it back to the store’s roots.

johnny must think he’s struck gold. at least that’s what you think with how his eyes sparkle at your suggestions, mouth open in awe at the thought you’ve put into this store. he nods along, simply listening to what you have to say.

it’s a pleasant feeling—to have his undivided attention, never once losing the focus he holds on you.

“i had some time since that interview day, and i don’t know—i guess i was thinking of what i’d like to see if i were in a dispensary.”

you go onto explain how people always tend to stick to one brand (something which you are also guilty of), but doing it like this could make it easier for newbies and a little fun for seasoned stoners who want to try something new.

once you reach the end of your rambling, you peer over to see johnny’s reaction.

immediately you’re startled by him shooting up to his feet, clapping his hands loudly with a wide smile on his face. you shy at his reaction, slightly embarrassed yet humored by his theatrics.

“you deserve a standing ovation for that one, really.” he settles back into the seat, chuckling at his own antics. “you’re amazing.. i’m honestly touched you put so much thought into all of this,” he praises endlessly.

“i’m good at what i do, what can i say?” you joke, once again hiding the feelings warming in your chest at the genuine appreciation. he laughs again, and you know for sure now you’d like to get used to the sound of it.

“you are. i can’t believe how lucky i got,” he muses, smiling warmly. “after we map some stuff out, want to get some lunch? on me of course—least i can do for the brain of our store,” johnny offers, patting you on the shoulder.

our store—the phrase lingers in your mind. you’re taken with the way that sounds and his friendly gestures that accompany it, the feeling of his affectionate pats lingering.

you think it might not be bad at all to spend some more time with him, even if you’re already spending the whole day. plus, you’d never turn down free food.

he’s definitely lucky to have hired you, but you find that the luck goes both ways as you fall into each other’s routines, both in and out of the store.

to say you’re enjoying your new job is an understatement. with preparations moving ahead of schedule, you brought up the idea of a soft opening to get some money flowing into the store and hopefully, a following for the grand opening. johnny agreed, and now you’re open 4 days a week with limited stock until the big day.

though it’s slow, it’s helped you and johnny work out the store operations, with everything working just as you both had planned, you helping explain and making suggestions to the customers and johnny doing quite literally everything else, while also listening in on your customer script.

johnny doesn’t treat you like you’re his employee—he respects your opinions and listens carefully before offering his own input. just as he’s made you comfortable, you find that your patrons also seem to feel the same way, with many comments praising the store’s relaxed and welcoming vibes.

time has passed by quickly, and you eventually find yourself only a few days from the grand opening. you feel pretty good about all of it, however, and you head home for the day, tired but satisfied with your work. you walk back into your apartment, taking in the stillness and sounds of only your footsteps.

you can’t help but let out a sigh at the solitude.

when was the last time you had someone to come back to, if ever? now that your problem of unemployment has disappeared, you’re faced with another problem—your love life.

you pull your pen out of your bag, taking a long hit before settling in. you already feel the tension dissipating in your body, but you can’t help the way your mind drifts.

you hadn’t had much time to think about it when you first started at the store, but now that you’ve settled into a routine, you can’t deny that it is a bit lonely.

your friends are either in other cities or busy with their own jobs and social spheres, and you’ve never had much luck in the love department. the last person you were seeing ended up being a total douchebag, and you just don’t know if you have it in you for random one-night stands after a few unsuccessful bouts.

you don’t want something temporary, either—you want to feel secure and taken care of.

there is someone who checks all of those boxes, coming in the form of a 6’2” man with the silliest jokes and the sweetest smile you see almost every day, but you quickly try to rid yourself of those thoughts.

you can’t lie to yourself—johnny is attractive, inside and out. these thoughts have invaded your head constantly since the day you met. it doesn’t help that, like he said, he’s very friendly, and the more time you spend with him, the more you see how good of a person he is.

you’ve never felt any sort of discomfort from him.

there’s only lingering warmth when he lays a gentle hand on your lower back when passing behind you, butterflies in your stomach every time his hand hovers by your head when you bend down making sure you won’t hit anything on the way back up, tears in your eyes and a sore stomach from every joke or random bit he’ll be on.

as you take a few more hits, your memories replay all the moments you’ve had with him before falling to the week before on a particularly slow day. most of your customers were pleasant or blunt, but none of them had given you a hard time until that day.

you and johnny had been restructuring your displays when he got a notification on his phone. he pulled it up only to gasp, and you looked at him curiously.

“shit, i forgot i have to pick up those banners today,” he sighed, running his hands through his hair. with the grand opening coming, johnny had been a little more stressed than usual, and it was unlike him to be forgetful when it came to this stuff.

“it’s super slow right now, i can watch the store while you go pick it up,” you offered. since the store was only open a few days a week, johnny was always there, so you’d never been by yourself. it would just be an hour or two though, so you reasoned it would be fine.

johnny looked a bit conflicted, looking out the window and checking the time on his phone. “well, it’s still sun out and i won’t take too long.. i’ll go super quick, if that’s okay with you?” he questioned sincerely.

you laughed at his concern, but appreciated it nonetheless. “i’ll be fine, johnny, take your time,” you assured.

he patted you on the shoulder affectionately, a habit you’d grown accustomed to in your time with the store. “you’re the best, really,” he cooed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders in a brief hug.

“call me for anything!” he called out while rushing out the door, leaving you to reflect on just how comfortable the two of you had become.

you knew he was friendly, but was he that friendly with everyone? if so, how does he not have a line of people falling deeply in love with him? maybe he does.

not that you were in love with him, of course. you scrolled on your phone trying to distract from those thoughts, as if your body wasn’t trying to remember the way his arm felt around your frame.

luckily, a chime at the door signaled a customer, aka the perfect distraction. he was tall, but not as tall as johnny, and pretty friendly looking.

he browsed the shelves before coming to you sporting a warm smile. “hi, do you guys have any triple y batteries?” he asked, pulling out what you assume is his old pen. you recognized the brand and happily pulled one for him, ringing him up after recommending a few more products.

you could feel his gaze on you as you entered the products into your register, but you continued on, trying not to read too much into it.

“hey, i think i need one more thing,” he cleared his throat as you looked up at him.

“sure, what is it?” you asked, unsure why there was a feeling of discomfort rising in the back of your neck. he smirked, a completely different look from his earlier friendly countenance, and leaned onto the counter.

“your number.”

oh.

see, you were looking for love, but something about him reminded you of all the assholes you had the misfortune of being entangled with in the past.

you couldn’t help that you were always in johnny’s presence, making most other men look like mosquitos, but the feeling of ick from this customer told you that it’s definitely your intuition trying to tell you something.

“um, i’m married..” you quickly lied. you’re still not sure why marriage was the first lie to come to mind, but you always assumed it was more effective than just saying you were in a relationship.

you were on autopilot, hands moving quickly to get his final total added up so he can get the hell out of there. he seemed to understand and handed you a couple bills after you told him his total.

once you reached out to hand him his change, you gasped as a rough hand grabbed yours, the bills falling to the floor.

“hey, that tall guy who’s usually here, that’s him, right? your husband?” he questioned, and you froze, entirely lost at what was happening. “he doesn’t have to know.”

feelings of dread ran through you at this point, wondering why now of all times you had to be by yourself and wanting nothing more than to slap him across the face. “i’m not interested, okay? you need to le-”

“can i help you?” a deep voice rang out in the store. in your exchange, you did not notice johnny slip back in, but you could’ve cried in relief at his timing. he stood tall, looking down at the customer with a nasty glare. he looked extra intimidating in all black, tattoos peeking out from his shirt.

immediately the man clammed up at the sight of johnny towering over him, letting your hand go as he grabbed his goods.

“no, it’s n-nothing, sir! just on my way out,” he exclaimed, trying to rush past your aggravated boss. johnny looked like he wanted to say something to him, but instead turned his attention fully to you as the guy dashed out the door, his change still scattered on the floor around you.

he moved swiftly and locked the storefront, changing the sign to “closed” before meeting you behind the counter. “hey, are you okay? what happened?” he asked worriedly.

“i’m fine.. just a guy who couldn’t take no for an answer,” you grumbled, still trying to shake the icky feeling from your being.

“…fucking bastard,” johnny muttered under his breath, pulling you into a tight hug. you’d hugged before maybe a handful of times, but always the brief hugs like you shared earlier.

it was a new feeling and being wrapped in his warm arms made any grossness vanish in an instant.

“i’m so sorry, i should’ve just taken you with me…” he apologized, voice tinged with a mixture of sadness and anger. though shocked by the embrace at first, you ended up wrapping your arms around him, too, taking in his warm, musky scent with the slightest hint of cigarette.

“it’s okay, i had it handled,” you mused, trying to diffuse the situation, yet you couldn’t deny it was terrifying in the moment. “you came at the perfect time.. and at least he bought a bunch of stuff,” you continued to joke, but his arms just tightened around you.

“i’m never leaving you in the store by yourself again. i’d rather not get any sales than get some from creeps like that,” johnny declared. “you don’t have to worry about anything, i’ll kick his fucking ass if i ever see him again.”

his uncharacteristic aggression was very sweet, and it all dispelled any worries about that customer. any repulsive feelings were completely overtaken by the fluttering in your insides.

it was no help to your already questionable state when it came to where your affections lie, and it’s still no help remembering it even now. in fact, the feelings are only amplified.

you’ve always been pretty independent, but there’s no denying the warmth that comes with johnny’s care. that creep misunderstood your lie, but you can’t help but wonder—do the two of you look like a married couple?

you never really thought of marriage as a priority in your life, but with a husband like johnny, maybe it doesn’t sound so bad. responsible, financially stable, funny, and a sight for sore eyes—he’s everything.

oh, you’re more down bad than you thought. it was bad enough how much you thought about dating him, but jumping straight to marriage? a wave of embarrassment washes over you as if you have an audience for your thoughts.

if you had met him under other circumstances, maybe you’d try to pursue something, but at the end of the day, he’s your boss.

you try to clear your head with a few more hits and a long, hot shower, changing into your night clothes and settling into bed before pulling out your phone. you open up a dating app on your phone, untouched since the day you called johnny for the first time.

you browse through a few people, at this point mildly high, mindlessly matching with a couple of them with no expectation of actually carrying out a conversation.

as you swipe past a few, a familiar face stops you dead in your tracks, and your mouth drops as you start to scroll through the profile to make sure it’s not somehow a weed-induced hallucination.

john - 29 - casual

there’s no mistaking it—your daydreaming must have brought you to johnny’s dating profile. he’s on the apps, looking for something. and he’s looking, alright.

all the pictures he has are mouthwatering, and as you reach the last one on his profile, a picture slightly showing off his tattoos, you’re reminded of how you couldn’t keep your eyes off of them when you first met. you catch yourself unconsciously staring when he has them out to this day.

you know you shouldn’t, but you adjust to try and zoom in on the photo with the tattoos. everything seems to move in slow motion as you feel your hand cramp, panicking as your phone slips. you fumble to catch it before you can feel its impact flat on your face.

you catch it, but at what cost? a change on your screen shows that a selection has been accidentally made in the panic. your heart drops, and johnny’s profile disappears as a notification takes its place.

like sent.

the next time you head into work happens to fall on the day before the grand opening, and nerves run through your system at the thought of seeing johnny.

you don’t think you’ve ever moved faster than you did when you deleted the app after your blunder, and you can only hope that johnny didn’t see the notification before you did so.

when you arrive at the store, you peer inside, noting that the lights are off. you double check your messages. you had agreed on 9 a.m. as the start time, and there was never a day he wasn’t there before you.

your nerves turn into worry as you call him to check in, each round of ringing adding to the concern.

“hello?” he finally picks up, sounding like he’s just waking up. you sigh in relief.

“johnny, are you okay?”

“oh shit. fuck. sorry i’m coming right now..” his voice is hoarse and low, and he hangs up before you even respond. you were not expecting to hear his deep morning voice, but you’d be a liar if you said it wasn’t welcome.

you raise your hands to your face, rubbing lightly at your eyes as you are again attacked by the embarrassment of the dating app slip up.

all of a sudden, the lights flash on in the store, startling you, and johnny bursts through the door, hair sticking out in all different directions. he’s dressed comfortably in a sweatpants and hoodie set, and you know for a fact he just woke up.

“sorry, i had such a late night last night, i slept through all my alarms,” he sighs. you chuckle, shaking your head at a rare instance of seeing the clumsy side of such a seemingly perfect man.

however, you can’t help but remember your discovery from the night before, wondering what he might’ve been doing the night before. or who.

“no worries, we’ve all been there,” you assure, jealousy taking the place of embarrassment bit by bit. with another look at his haggard state, though, you calm yourself.

he hasn’t said anything about the sent like, so maybe he didn’t see it. maybe he’s not even active on that app with how busy things are at the store.

you can only hope so. you shift gears, turning your attention to the store.

you take a look around at the the once sparse shelves, now fully stocked and ready. johnny’s silent, and you can see that he’s a little zoned out.

“johnny?” you call out, startling him from his daze.

“oh, uh. sorry, i’m still waking up,” he says sheepishly. taking in his signs of exhaustion, any thoughts of the night before return to concern over his condition.

“coffee?” you offer, knowing that he definitely hasn’t had his daily dose.

“yeah! i’ll make some..” he starts as the two of you make your way to the back room, but you stop him.

“you sit down, i’ve got it,” you insist, knowing your way around the store and all its amenities now like the back of your hand. johnny’s too exhausted to even try to stop you, and he plops down on a chair, running his hands through his hair.

you peek at him from the corner of your eye. you’ve never seen him in this state, and it seems to go beyond just physical fatigue. you quickly brew 2 cups of coffee, adding a little sugar into yours and leaving his black before setting them down by him.

“everything okay?” you ask, taking the seat next to him as you always do, the seat starting to feel like it belongs to you. he receives the coffee gratefully and takes a careful sip before responding.

“yeah, thanks for asking..” johnny sighs, running a hand to smooth his mussed hair. he takes another sip of his coffee, seeming to be in an internal debate. “well, kind of.”

“kind of?” you ask, concern only growing at his abnormal silence. there’s definitely more than what meets the eye, but you don’t want to push, seeing him so conflicted. you just wait, letting the silence settle until he’s ready to break it.

“is it okay if i dump a bit?” he asks, eyes unmoving from his mug. there really is something going on with him.

“of course,” you urge him on. “anything you want.” his gaze moves to meet yours, and in this lighting you can see how bloodshot his tired eyes are.

“to be honest, i couldn’t sleep last night because i was feeling a bit anxious for tomorrow..” he thinks a bit more before continuing. “i think this is my first time doing something where i’m not 100% it will succeed.” he looks down at his hands, interlocking his fingers.

“what do you mean by that?” you ask.

“well, not to sound like a prick, but i feel like i’ve always been so sure of myself.” he chuckles heartlessly to himself, shaking his head as he continues. “i always had something else as a backup, even when this store was just a tea house. was in a pretty good position at a big company.”

you nod wordlessly, giving him the space to continue.

“i remember the very first time i got high, it was so fun. i felt like everything was lifted off my shoulders,” he explains.

“i jumped on this idea when hyuck came back from a dispensary one day, but sometimes i feel a bit stupid for dropping everything and pushing this whole dispensary thing when i can barely handle an edible,” he puts his face in his hands, muttering to himself.

you ponder a bit on his feelings, wondering what the right thing to say would be. you can’t say you’ve been in the same boat, but you can see the pressure he puts on himself to succeed despite his relaxed demeanor and quiet confidence.

you may not know the right thing to say, but you hope you can cheer him on even just a bit.

“well, for starters, you aren’t stupid,” you assert. he lifts his head from his hands and meets your eyes. “and i think it’s good to feel all the uncertainty.”

“good?” he looks genuinely confused, but you continue.

“yeah, i guess that just means that one—you’re putting work into something important for you, and two—you’re challenging yourself to do something new. that’s really admirable, johnny.” your honest thoughts spill out, and his face goes from shocked to bashful.

“…you think so?” he mumbles.

“i know so. you don’t even like weed that much yourself, but all the effort you’re putting into this? i don’t know anyone else who is as hardworking as you.” you ramble on, not even focused on making him feel better anymore, just expressing your honest feelings.

“oh, and don’t think i don’t see how you’ve been learning, i see it when you help the customers even without my help,” you continue, recalling your observations.

all tension in him dissipates as he takes in each word of praise.

his gaze is impossibly soft, holding onto every movement and word, and he’s silent for a bit. you finally snap out of your daze, now aware of how much you rambled. when he opens his mouth again, it seems he’s back to being himself as the corner of his lips lift.

“hey, i do like weed,” he jokes. you scoff at his quick return to the jokes.

“hey, coping with humor is my thing. i’m serious, you know?” you scold, but you can’t help but smile at his change in demeanor.

“yeah, i know.” he takes your hand into his, running his thumb back and forth. his eyes flit up to meet yours, and he beams, calling your name gently. “thank you so much. i really don’t think i could’ve done this without you.”

there’s a warmth that spreads in your chest, and for once, you let it, squeezing his hand tugging him to his feet with you. “probably not, but that’s what i’m here for. now let’s get ready!!”

you don’t see the tender look johnny gives you as you move past him to make your way out to the floor, but he quickly joins you to finish up the last few preparations for the grand opening.

as the hours fly by and the day turns to night, to say you’re spent by the time everything is done is an understatement.

you’re just packing your bag to head home as johnny closes up the store. “can i treat you to dinner? you deserve it,” he asks, but you can hear the fatigue in his voice. you’ve lost count of how many times he’s treated you to a meal, and you know now is not the time.

“i’m okay, johnny. how about you order some delivery to make sure you eat and rest up for the big day?” johnny frowns at your words.

“i’m fine, i’ll sleep right after. i really want to do something for you,” he insists, almost pleading you with his eyes. you sigh, grabbing your keys.

“i’ll take you up on that dinner tomorrow, after everything’s done. we can celebrate.” you don’t leave any room for negotiation, and johnny relents. he lets you go with just a little pout.

as you make your way back to your apartment, you can’t help but reflect on how close you’ve gotten with johnny.

the way he opened up to you today really showed a different side to him, you’d be stupid to think that it doesn’t just add to your undeniable attraction to him, inside and out.

you can still feel the way his warm hand caressed yours, and his words replay again and again.

“i really don’t think i could’ve done this without you.”

you know you’ve become an important person to the store, and maybe it’s just wishful thinking, but you hope you can be just as important to him.

the grand opening comes, and johnny meets you at the shop along with his cousin, the donghyuck you’ve heard so much about. when johnny said the younger man would handle advertising, he really meant it, as there’s a steady stream of people coming in from the get go.

johnny gets some music playing, and you barely get to talk to him and donghyuck before a crowd of customers kicks off the big day.

each group of customers that come in is so unique. you even see one of your old coworkers, and that encounter is a reminder of the stark difference between your previous job and now. who knew you would be having so much fun when you signed up to do this?

another familiar face comes through the door, and you squeal with joy seeing one of your friends. johnny watches you from the entrance, acting as both security and crowd control. he smiles at the sight of you enjoying yourself.

the day comes to a close with much success, many of your products actually selling out, if not coming close to. it’s dark outside at this point, and johnny closes up the store, patting you and hyuck on the back.

“we did it!!! let’s get some food, maybe a drink or two. on me!” johnny is completely different from the ball of anxiety he was yesterday, and the sight brings you joy. hyuck’s energy is the complete opposite.

“no thanks, gotta get back to my girl tonight,” hyuck rejects bluntly, grabbing his bag and keys. though you didn’t get to speak to him much due to the busy day, you get the impression he isn’t much of a talker.

to your surprise, he turns to you before he rushes out, speaking lowly so that only you can hear.

“don’t let him work you too hard, he’s got a record of taking advantage of talented, hardworking people,” he whispers. you laugh at his warning, getting that he’s referring to himself, but you know it’s coming from a good place. johnny raises an eyebrow at this, unable to hear it from where he is.

“don’t worry, i really like working here. thanks, donghyuck,” you whisper back. he nods, faint smile on his face as he makes his way to the door.

“i’m not worried, see ya,” he calls out, and in a flash he’s gone. you and johnny are left in the empty shop, music still playing quietly in the store.

“what was that about?” johnny asks, crossing his arms with a pointed look. “talking shit?” he nudges you playfully with his elbow. you laugh and shake your head.

“none of your business,” you tease, and before he can retort, your stomach growls. johnny’s pout immediately turns to a laugh as he comes to you.

“you must be starving, princess, let’s get you some food.” that’s a new nickname, and it stirs another kind of feeling in your stomach you’re barely able to ignore. while you are hungry, you’re also so tired, and you know johnny’s in the same boat just by looking at him.

little do you know, he can also read you.

“i did promise dinner, but would you want to order some takeout and eat here? maybe in the back?” johnny asks. “i’ll order anything you want.”

to be honest, going out to a restaurant sounded like a drag after the hectic day. his offer sounds ideal, but on top of a delicious meal, you’re craving for something else first.

“i’m down for takeout, but would you mind if i smoked a bit? not gonna lie, all this weed talk today had me itching to.” johnny accepts immediately.

“of course! pick anything you want from the shop.” you always had your own supply of weed, never having to get your hands on the store’s until now.

“employee discount?”

“100% off,” he clarifies, smile widening at your surprise.

“are you sure?” you ask. you wouldn’t usually turn down free weed, but you didn’t want to make it a habit, or you know you’d run the store dry. johnny thinks for a bit.

“hmm.. how about you let me smoke with you and we call it a deal,” he offers instead. thinking about it now, it’s interesting how you haven’t already smoked together in the time you’ve known him.

you never asked, knowing his interesting relationship with weed, but you realize this may be a great idea; you’ve always wondered what a high johnny would look like.

“just don’t say anything if i’m a bit weak, okay?” he says as seriously as possible, and you’ve spent enough time with him to know that he’s at least half-serious about that.

“no promises.”

“hey!”

after a bit of back and forth, johnny calls a nearby take-out place for some dinner while you make your selections from the store’s inventory.

you take your picks and head to the back patio, having everything set up even before johnny’s finished ordering. you’d been out here a handful of times, but it all feels so different with the warm patio lights illuminating the couches.

your admiration is cut short as a buzzing on your phone alerts you, and a familiar name comes up on your phone.

“hello?” your old supervisor of your previous job is on the phone. it’s late, but for some reason you have a gut feeling about what this might be about. after you exchange pleasantries he gets straight to the point.

“our company has recently gotten more shareholders, so we’ve been reaching out to former staff to see if you were seeking re-employment with the company. of course, with a pay increase.” he explains.

honestly, your plan to look for other jobs flew out the window the second you stepped into your first day of work at store, and you didn’t plan to leave anytime soon, as long as johnny would have you.

“you were one of the first people we wanted to call, so please take our offer into consideration,” he requests.

99% of your brain tells you to turn him down, but you’re too tired and hungry to make a decision then and there.

“can i let you know sometime this week? i’ll call you.” you’ll figure it out when you have your energy back.

he agrees and you hang up just as johnny joins you outside, letting you know the food should be there within the hour. you glance at him to see if he heard your conversation, but he makes no indication that he has.

it’s no big deal, especially since you’re most likely turning down the job offer anyways.

“shall we get this started?” you ask a bit mischievously, with a lighter in one hand and the blunt in the other.

“go easy on me, princess,” johnny chuckles, grabbing the lighter from your hand. “i got you.”

you shoot him a look, but he just nods and waits patiently with the lighter held up, so you allow him to light it for you. you watch as the tip of your perfect little pre-roll catches on fire, the orange glow of the embers burning into a ring.

you inhale as johnny retracts his hand, savoring the first taste of your favorite form of stress relief after such a long 2 days. johnny’s eyes stay on your form the entire time, not missing a single step of your first hit. he watches you, awestruck, and talks once you start to blow out the smoke.

“damn, you make that look delicious..” he comments, and you nod in response as you take another, repeating the same steps. his eyes don’t leave you even as you go another round.

“it is,” you finally respond, smoke escaping your lips as you offer the blunt to him. “your turn?”

he seems to take be taking it in for a second, eyes locked with yours until he eventually reaches for the blunt and brings it up to his own mouth. there’s something so intimate about sharing a blunt in this moment, even if you’ve done it many times with your friends before.

you watch as he inhales a bit, before blowing it out right away. you suppress the giggle that threatens, remembering his request from earlier. you’re a bit loosened up now, however, and what’s the harm in having a little fun?

“johnny, it’s not a cigarette, hold it in for a bit!” the giggles you tried to hold back leave you anyways.

“hey, you said wouldn’t say anything,” he complains, and you laugh in response.

“i literally said no promises.” he rolls his eyes, taking another hit and doing just as you told him to do. his throat catches, and he coughs a bit, slightly embarrassed. you just meet him with a smile and wave, encouraging him to take another.

this is yet another side to johnny that you haven’t seen, and you’re eating up every second of it, happy knowing this sight belongs to only you. at least for now.

the blunt makes its way back and forth a few times, johnny still occasionally coughing in-between, all the stress of the day fading with the smoke dissipating around the two of you.

the food comes at some point, and the both of you scarf down the food, everything tasting a thousand times better than usual and rejuvenating your tired body.

you talk about everything that happened that day, from each out of the ordinary customer to the way you handled the rush. you just can’t help but revel in the sense of pride you have at the fruits of your hard work.

the rest of the conversation between you flows as it usually does, but the weed coursing through the both of you have you on tangents a sober mind could never come close to, both of you clutching your stomachs from laughter at every little thing.

once the conversation lulls a bit, you help him clean up the remnants of the smoke session and food, intending to head home for the night. you don’t necessarily want the fun to end, but you know both of you need some rest.

as if he can sense you planning your goodbye, johnny makes an offer.

“how would you feel about some drinks to finish off this celebration?” he proposes. you haven’t paired drinking with smoking in a while, but it sounds like a great time.

“i might just take you up on that,” you reply with a grin. the time is well into the night, and a frigid breeze sends a shiver through you.

“looks like it’s getting a bit chilly down here, do you mind if we drink upstairs?” he asks.

johnny explained to you when you first started working there that there was an apartment above the store, but he barely used it. hyuck would sometimes crash there, and johnny said he himself only stayed if he were too tired to make the drive back to his actual apartment.

you never thought anything of it beyond slight curiosity, being that it’s basically an extension of johnny’s home. you don’t know what it looks like, but isn’t this pretty much johnny inviting you to his place? or is that the weed getting the better of you?

johnny gets your attention, snapping you out of your thoughts. “earth to __? are you okay? we don’t have to, you must be tired.” regardless of the intentions, you trust johnny, and you are more than curious about the upstairs floor.

and if you’re really being honest, you were hoping to spend more time with him anyways.

“no!” you deny a bit too loudly, reeling back a bit in embarrassment. “no.. i’d love to, if you’re okay having me up there.” he smiles warmly.

“i think you’re one of the only people i’d be okay having up there, don’t worry about that.” maybe you are important to him, and not just the store. you beam at his words, and let johnny lead you around the side of the building.

as you make your way up the stairs and through another door, he flips the light on. you’re met with a comfy little studio; it’s even more minimalistic than the store, with a kitchenette and its only furniture being a couch, coffee table, a bed, and a tv mounted on the wall.

“it’s not much, but it’s cozy. before i decided to open the dispensary, i’d come here when i needed an escape from all the headaches in my life,” he smiles fondly looking around the room.

he directs you to sit on the couch as he pulls out a bottle of wine and two glasses from his kitchenette, pouring them out for you before taking a seat next to you.

“i was actually fast asleep here when you called me yesterday,” he explains, which explains how he materialized out of nowhere. you had assumed he dozed off in the back room. “i was just thinking too many ugly thoughts at my place, so i drove here at some ungodly hour. fell asleep like a baby.”

“and stayed asleep,” you tease. he scoffs, taking a long sip from his glass.

“i don’t even know why i’m telling you all this… was thinking it was the weed, but i don’t know,” he muses, clinking his glass against yours. “i guess i just feel comfortable around you.”

johnny’s words hit you right in the heart, knowing that you’ve been able to provide him with comfort, just like he’s done for you. you notice his glass is empty, and grab the wine to pour some more.

“you’ve always made things comfortable for me, too, y’know?” you respond, pouring some more into your own glass as well and clinking your glass against his. a serene silence falls between the two of you as you finish up the last of the wine.

the combination of the weed and the wine is definitely getting to you, and you think it’s getting to johnny as well. his eyes are glossed over, and he has a slight flush to his cheeks—it’s an endearing sight.

but what he brings up next is anything but endearing.

“hey, i know this is random, but since we’ve established we’re comfortable, i wanted to ask.” he pulls out his phone, opening up an app all too familiar to you.

“is this you?”

you had forgotten all about this while entangled in the chaos of the day, but it all comes crashing back to you as he shows you a familiar profile in his “likes” section. your mouth drops, and you feel your palms start to sweat. fuck.

your eyes move from the phone, to him, back to the phone, then back to him. you nod slowly as reality hits.

yes, you’re comfortable, and yes, you’re important to him. but is this a boundary you should be crossing?

“I’m so, SO sorry, johnny.. it was an accident, i swear,” you plea, and he quirks an eyebrow up at you.

“an accident, huh?” he teases a bit at first, but he reels it back as he processes your genuine devastation. “wait, wait. i’m not upset or anything!” he clarifies.

“you aren’t?” you feel tears threaten. your head is spinning and your face feels hotter than its ever been.

“why would i be?” he asks, and the panic in your body quells momentarily.

“because.. you’re my boss.” you look down at the empty wine glass in your hands. you don’t know how many times you’ve repeated that to yourself like a mantra to keep you from pining after him.

johnny shakes his head, taking the wine glass from you and setting it to the side. “would it be wrong for me to say i consider you more than just an employee? you’ve probably done more for the store than i ever could have.”

his hand rests on yours, and you finally find it in you to hold his gaze.

“you’ve done so much for me, too. you have no idea.” his slightly raspy voice is full of tenderness, his eyes locked on yours with pure warmth.

“is it bad that i’m wishing it wasn’t an accident?”

your mouth is already dry from the smoking, but it feels like any words have dried up on your tongue as you try to process what he just said.

the combination of weed and alcohol in your bloodstream has you wanting to say so much to him right now that may change the trajectory of your relationship forever, but in trying to control your thoughts another question comes out.

“why are you on that dating app?” you ask, surprised when it comes out but sticking by it nonetheless. he doesn’t seem fazed by how sudden it is.

“i honestly forgot i still had it, but i won’t deny i used to have my ways of relief. kind of like weed for you.” you don’t know if your eyes are functioning properly right now, but the warmth in his eyes seems to darken as you come to the realization of what he’s suggesting.

taken over by the thoughts you’ve tried so hard to hold in, you make your own suggestion before you even know what you’re saying.

“well, we did my way, how about we do yours?”

the silence following your question is deafening, and each second chips at your substance-fueled confidence. johnny’s lips curl up.

he interlocks one of your hands with his, bringing it up to his mouth as he lays a kiss onto the back of it. “you see, i was thinking the same thing,” he murmurs into your hand. the feeling of his warm breath on your skin sends a shiver through you.

he slowly kisses down your hand, up your arm to your neck, and you let out soft sighs of pleasure as he lays kisses alongside your neck. his kisses trail down, and he slowly sinks to his knees, looking up at you with a grin.

“they say weed gives you the munchies, right?” he grasps your legs, sliding them over his shoulders, pulling you so that your clothed core lays exposed right in front of him.

you want to tell him that you’ve both had a long day, that he doesn’t need to eat you out, but his eyes are trained on the wet patch on your panties.

“think this might be the first time i’ve wanted to eat something so bad.” he doesn’t even wait for your answer before he’s laying open mouthed kisses right over your underwear, soaking through the thin material with his tongue.

he groans as soon as he makes the first contact, and the vibrations and the feeling of his hot tongue pressing the cloth into your core have your eyes fluttering back.

this is stress relief alright, but you feel like it’s more for you than johnny.

“fuck, princess, so fucking good,” he pants out, sliding your underwear to the side to trail a few fingers through your folds. “could stay here all fuckin’ night.”

he dives back in, the feeling of his tongue directly on your cunt sending your head reeling back, moaning out loud as your legs threaten to tighten around his head. his hands grip your thighs tightly and keep them spread, pressing his head further in.

he laps at your cunt like he’s starved, tongue alternating between rolling your clit in a figure 8 and prodding at your entrance. a mixture of drool and your juices drip down his chin, but johnny doesn’t falter in the slightest.

your hands fist at the material of the couch’s backrest, the only thing going through your mind being how good it all feels, that this is all a wet dream you never want to wake from.

he hums as he slows down a bit, glazed eyes shifting to lock with yours. ”cum on my tongue, baby.”

he returns to your core with fervor and laps at your hole, fingers slithering around to rub harsh circles into your clit. it’s only a matter of seconds after his gentle demand that the band in your stomach snaps, legs fighting against his iron grip as he guides you through your orgasm.

your head feels so light, the continuous warmth between your legs sending jolts through your whole body up to your fingers threaded through his hair.

your hold on his hair loosens as he finally separates his mouth from you to take in your heaving form, his eyes drinking in the sight before him. he’s not the only one, as the sight of him between your legs, bottom half of his face glistening, is a sight you could look at forever.

time seems to slow again as he lowers his head once more, breath once again fanning over your core. his words send a thrill through your entire being.

“need more.”

he doesn’t even finish those 2 words before his mouth is opening, resuming its ministrations on your already spent cunt. you squeal out at the overstimulation, legs squirming in his tight grip as the rest of your body writhes.

you can barely formulate any words, moans tumbling from your mouth in the shape of his name. your barely notice one of his hands releasing its grip from your thigh, instead making its way to your core.

he hollows his lips around your clit as he slips he prods at your entrance with 2 of his long, slender fingers. you gasp as they make their way into you, tears starting to form in your eyes at the sheer amount of pleasure from just his mouth and fingers.

as he starts to thrust his fingers in time with his lips, you feel another peak coming. he can feel you pulsing around his fingers, and he separates his mouth form you to lift his head and fully watch your pleasured expressions.

“c’mon baby, give me another, need you to cum,” he coos, fingers pistoning in and out of you. exhilaration runs through his lidded eyes as he watches you fall apart on his fingers, and with a curl of his digits into a sweet spot you’re cumming with a loud cry.

“f-fu-fuck, johnny, please,” you weep, at this point entirely overstimulated at your second orgasm of the night. yet you want more, want him to feel the same pleasure you’re feeling, just as the same high runs through both of you.

“please what, baby?” he questions, voice emulating yours in a half-hearted imitation. “want my tongue again?”

you try to shut your legs around him, unconsciously backing up, but his hands return to their iron grip around your thighs, tugging you right back to where you were.

“where are you trying to go, baby? thought you wanted to do my way of stress relief,” he croons, head moving down ever so slowly back to your core, he lays kisses to the inside of your thighs, his soft lips sucking every few, undoubtedly leaving marks in their path.

“can feel my stress leaving each second i’m down here, baby. really could stay here all night,” he chuckles at your dazed expression. “already fucked you dumb? only had my fingers ‘nd tongue, princess.”

as he moves back to mold his mouth once more to your core, you finally find it in you to formulate a sentence.

“johnny, n-no, wait.” he waits, looking up at you with an expectant expression.

“want you to fuck me,” you plea. “need you inside me—need you so fucking bad.” your teary expression and please go straight to his neglected cock. “want you to feel good, t-too, johnny.”

he swoons, immediately getting up. he felt good already lost in eating your cunt, he didn’t even feel the need to free his member.

but if you beg so prettily, how could he say no?

he rises to his feet, pulling you up on shaky legs as he kisses you messily. you can taste yourself on his tongue, and he pulls you towards the bed. it wasn’t huge, but he reasons it is better than the couch.

as your knees hit the back of the bed, you fall back onto it, johnny’s lips still glued to yours.

when he finally separates, a thin string of saliva hanging between your mouths, he tugs his pants down, hard, raging member slapping against his stomach. you ogle at his size, tip red and angry from the neglect. he’s *huge—*if you were already losing your mind with his fingers, his cock could send you to another dimension.

he fishes through his wallet, pulling out a condom, but you stop him with what mental energy you have left. is it crazy that you want to feel all of him? even if it is, you could always just blame that on the substances running through you still.

“don’t need that, i’m clean and on the pill,” you call to him, and his head snaps to you.

you see the same exhilaration from earlier run through him as he breathes deeply at the thought of fucking you raw. everything in him screams to just do it, but the little reason he has left peeks through. “…me too, but are you sure?”

always the gentleman he is, but you want nothing more than for him to fill you up.

“yes, i need to feel you,” you groan, and you barely finish your sentence before he’s joined you on the bed.

“need to feel me, huh?” he muses, pulling you up so that you straddle him. “know a good way for you to get your fill then, baby.”

his member sits hot and heavy against your core, and you swivel your hips over it. a low groan leaves him at the feeling of your core sliding over him, and he grabs the base of it to guide it into your hole.

his head catches, and he plants his hands on your waist, thrusting slightly to breach your walls. each inch has you crying out, eyes rolling back and shutting at the stretch. he feels as big as he looks, and tears once again sting at your eyes.

“taking me so well, baby, halfway there,” he sings, and you clench at the praise. only halfway?

he hisses at the tightening as he tries to continue. “need you to relax just a little baby, squeeze me like this when i’m all the way in, yeah?” he laughs, but you can’t help the way your pussy clings to him.

“love the way you cling to me, make you wanna stay with me, baby.” he growls lowly, continuing his inching into you. “not gonna leave me right? leave me and go back to that old job of yours?”

you almost don’t hear him in the daze of feeling his cock stretching you, but you do. “y-you heard that?” he chuckles.

“i did, i wasn’t gonna say anything, but i feel restless thinking about you not being by my side,” he confesses, finally bottoming out, both of you needing a second to adjust. you’ve never felt so full.

johnny takes in the way you’re wrapped around him tightly, your lips parted as you breath in and out and try to process his words, hands gripping his shoulders for dear life. he loves the sight in front of him. “yeah, i need you with me, baby.” his hands move your hips up.

“think i’d give you the world if i could.” he pushes you back down over him, and you cry out at the way his tip hits into you so deeply. he continues to slowly guide your hips up and down over him, all the while letting his innermost thoughts leak.

“you got me thinking about the future ‘nd shit, a future with you.” your heart tightens impossibly, and if you weren’t fighting to stay focused you think you could cry at his sugary sweet confessions. his hands move to a tight grip on your ass, lifting his own hips slightly to meet yours as it comes down.

“you can’t leave, not when the only constant i see in my future is you. tell me you feel the same way. i saw that ‘like’ in that app and was just so—fuck,” he pauses, recollecting himself before resuming his both his thoughts and pace. “i saw it and hoped it meant you do—that you do feel the same way as me.”

though you connected physically, you could tell he was holding back, but now his feelings are clear. and now it’s time you stopped holding back.

“johnny, i’m not lea—i’m not leaving,” you hold his gaze, catching your breath to let him know your own intentions. “i want to be with you here.”

everything’s a blur as you find yourself on your back within seconds of your own confession, johnny meeting your lips hungrily as he pistons into you in your new position, control now fully in his possession.

he presses you into the bed with his kisses and thrusts, and the apartment is filled with nothing but your moans, his groans, and the sound of skin on skin. breathless, he pauses his kisses, and a beautiful smile lights his face. “hope you know you just made me the happiest man ever.”

his smile brings out your own as you pull him down to continue kissing, and his thrusts pick up in speed. “can picture it—you and me, our store. our lives, our family.”

you suddenly recall how you pictured johnny as a husband, heat pooling in your stomach and heart at the fact that he thought about you in that way, too. and it doesn’t go unnoticed by him, your walls sucking him in even further.

“oh? you like that?” he grits his teeth, fighting your grip on him to thrust in and out, dragging his length along your walls. you can feel every ridge and vein, his heat radiating form your core through your entire body.

“i’ll take such good care of you, have the prettiest girl by my side.” you moan at his praise and promises, nails digging into his shoulders as he continues to pound you into the mattress.

“give you the prettiest babies,” he mumbles lowly, as if it wasn’t meant for you to hear, but the stirring in your stomach at that is one you’ve never felt before.

johnny’s thrusts get even harsher, his own drive fueled by the thought of claiming you. “know you want that, baby, s-shit, can feel you tryin’ to milk me dry.”

you feel yourself dive head first into your orgasm at his words, cumming with a loud cry, your throat hoarse at this point from everything johnny’s given you. you don’t have to say you feel the same, he can feel it. you beg anyways.

“fuck, give it to me johnny, fill me up, please, please,” you plead, and johnny’s more than happy to oblige, unable to hold back any longer with the way you desperately pulse around him.

with a stuttering of his hips and a deep groan, he presses deep into you, painting your walls with his warm load.

you both catch your breath, and johnny stays buried in you for a little while before his own strength gives out. he finally pulls out of you and lays by your side, tugging you into his arms.

no words are exchanged between the two of you for a little while, and though the silence is filled with uncertainty, you don’t mind. you’re pretty sure you’ve sobered up by now. johnny had you feeling something no strain of weed or sip of alcohol could give.

he unwraps his arms from around you, getting up to grab some random clothes he has in a basket under the bed. he pulls some shorts on and an oversized shirt over your spent form.

“i think this could be my new form of stress relief, too,” you yawn out, the toll of the busy day and night getting to you.

he laughs but doesn’t respond. you hear him grab something else, and suddenly you’re met with your phone held in front of your face.

“hey, can you unlock this?” he asks, and while you’re a bit suspicious of his intentions, you do so. you’re too tired to question it, anyways. after a few taps, he locks it and places it to the side, grabbing his own.

this time, he shows you what he does on his own screen, finding the familiar little icon of the dating app and deleting it off of his phone.

“don’t think we need those anymore,” he huffs, but a pleased smile rests on his face.

“you deleted it off mine, too?” you question, though you know if he hadn’t, you would’ve deleted it anyways.

“yeah, can’t have you accidentally liking anyone else,” he jokes, and while slightly embarrassed, you’re more glad than anything that his comfort in joking with you hasn’t changed.

you roll your eyes at his teasing, ready to argue and get your own two cents in, but he puts his phone away, climbing into bed before gathering you back into his warm arms.

“what i said before, none of it was under the influence—i meant it. i’ve thought a lot about my future starting this store, and along the way i realized you became part of that vision,” his eyes fall to your lips and he can’t help but lean down and give you a quick peck.

“i cant imagine the store—or anything in my future without you,” another kiss. he’s making it known that his feelings run so much deeper than just a simple infatuation; you know for a fact yours do, too.

“is this a proposal?” you ask, finally able to get your own teasing in. johnny doesn’t mind, though, matching your energy as he always does.

“if you want it to be,” he winks at you. you giggle, and his eyes stay glued to you, enamored with your smile.

“we’re just skipping the dating stage?” you question, just to stir the pot a bit. can’t let him get too comfortable, but you know he’s had you in the palm of his hand since day one. and he knows that too, once again unfazed by your jokes.

“oh, we can definitely do that, and more. anything you want really.” before sleep can overtake the two of you, he tilts your chin up with his fingers, planting a final kiss for the night. “anything at all, as long as you’re with me.”

a/n: flufftina is back u know i have to include tenderness in everything bc all i write is self indulgent :D anyways i know nothing about running an actual business pls keep that in mind LOL. thank you SO MUCH for reading and if you were anticipating this fic, thank you as always for your patience. trust me when i say that i get so in my head about writing nowadays that i sometimes lose the motivation to write/even post when i'm done, but i appreciate the support always!!

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