#Johnny Suh ambw

[calibabii21]

I ship you with Johnny or Jeno

you and Jungwoo as besties would be funny af also

Johnny x Z is a 9.0 bc yes yes yes we would vibe vibe vibe aaaand my size kink would go crazy hehehhehehe

Jeno x Z..idk this one is more like a 8.3 bc I feel like he would really piss me off😭😭 we are better off as fwb than actual lovers yk.

Jungwoo x Z is a fricking VIBE!!! we would constantly cut tf up and we would flirt with each other just to piss folks off😭😭 I'm here for the shenanigans🤪

[a-spicy-reader]

Private Invitation

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes

Synopsis: In the sultry ambiance of a private room, Selina captivates Johnny and his friends with a tantalizing pole dance. The night takes an unexpected turn when Selina is whisked away for a private engagement

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The dimly lit club buzzed with anticipation as the smooth beats of The Weeknd's “One Of The Girls” began to play. Johnny and the other members of NCT 127 sat in a private room, the thick velvet curtains ensuring their privacy. The soft glow of the lights creates a warm and inviting atmosphere, perfect for the intimate show that is about to begin. They were leaning back on plush sofas, drinks in their hands, the smell of expensive cologne mixing with the subtle scent of the room.

'I feel so empty, I don't feel whole…'

A stunning dancer emerged from the shadows, her movements fluid and hypnotic. As she grabbed the pole, her body moved like liquid poetry, capturing the attention of everyone in the room. Johnny's eyes were fixed on her, unable to look away as she spun effortlessly, her long, flowing hair cascading down her back and catching the light.

The other members of NCT 127 leaned forward, their interest piqued. Jaehyun and Yuta exchanged glances, a mischievous smile playing on their lips as they tossed a few notes to the dancer, appreciating her artistry and allure. The dancer's eyes went to each of them, but always returned to Johnny, her real target.

'Girl, you made me daydream…'

The dancer's hips swayed seductively to the beat of the music. She arched her back, extending one leg into the air, and spun around the pole with a mix of strength and elegance. Her eyes locked with Johnny's, a sensual smile playing on her lips. Johnny felt a magnetic pull toward her, his breath catching in his throat.

'Tell me why you let go, let go…'

Doing a split, she slowly lowered her body to the ground before sliding back up the pole with a smooth, controlled movement. Johnny's eyes never left her, completely entranced. Taeyong sat back, sipping his drink, a satisfied smile on his face. The dancer's gaze would occasionally turn to the other members, teasing them, but it would always return to Johnny.

'We don't need to be in love, no, I don't want to be the only one…'

Walking toward the edge of the stage with a tantalizing sway of her hips, the dancer's eyes remained fixed on Johnny. She reached out and ran a finger along his jaw, sending a shiver down his spine. Doyoung and Mark threw more notes at her, the crisp notes floating to the floor. The atmosphere was electric, the air thick with desire.

'I just want to be one of your girls tonight…'

The dancer returned to the pole for a breathtaking final routine, twisting and turning with hypnotic fluidity. As the song reached its climax, she ended with a dramatic pose, her body glowing under the stage lights. Johnny's eyes followed every movement, his pulse quickening by the second.

'We don't need to be in love, no, I don't want to be the only one…'

As the music faded, she stood up and gave Johnny one last look.

The private room was buzzing with energy as the dancer, Lily, finished picking up the scattered bills. She moved gracefully, collecting the money with practiced ease. The members and Johnny watched her with desire.

As she headed backstage to the makeshift dressing room where the dancers were getting ready, the manager approached her, with urgency in his eyes.

"Selina, wait a moment," he said, stopping her gently. "We have a special request for a private performance."

Selina paused, her curiosity piqued. "I'm booked for another set," she replied, looking at the other dancers.

“It has to be you,” insisted the manager. "They're paying very well. The car is waiting behind the club."

Selina sighed, shaking her head reluctantly. "Okay, but I need a few minutes."

The manager agreed, leaving Selina to freshen up and change. She took her time, touching up her makeup and adjusting her outfit. Once ready, she went to the car, which started smoothly as she entered.

When they arrived at the hotel, a well-dressed man was waiting for her in the lobby. He bowed politely before introducing himself.

“My name is Dong-Hyun,” he said, his voice calm and professional. "I will walk you to your room."

Selina followed Hyun to the designated room. He opened the door for her and stepped aside, allowing her to enter alone. Upon entering, she was greeted by the sight of Johnny standing near the bar, drink in hand. He looked as handsome as she remembered from the club, although she didn't know his name.

"Hello," Johnny said, his voice soft and confident. "I'm glad you made it."

Selina was surprised when she didn't recognize the man in front of her. "I didn't expect that," she admitted, with a hint of surprise in her voice.

Johnny handed her a glass of drink, without taking his eyes off hers. "I was captivated by your performance earlier. I wanted a more private encore."

Selina took a sip of her drink, the warmth spreading through her. "So, you brought me here for a private show?"

Johnny's lips curved into a seductive smile. "Exactly. Dance for me, Selina."

They went to the bedroom, where Johnny sat on the edge of the bed and put on the remix of Beyoncé's "CUFF IT." The music filled the room, setting a sensual tone. Selina began to dance, moving with slow, deliberate steps.

'We're going to ruin the night…' Selina's hips swayed in time to the beat, her hands sliding over her body as she danced. She turned around, pressing her back against Johnny's chest, moving slowly. Johnny's breath hitched as he watched her, mesmerized by her every movement.

'I bet you'll see far away…'

Selina fell to her knees, her hands running up Johnny's thighs as she arched her back. She rose gracefully, her body undulating with the rhythm. She turned to face him, her eyes locked on his as she straddled his lap, her movements slow and teasing.

'Hypnotic…'

Johnny's hands rested on her hips, his fingers digging in lightly as she moved. The heat between them was palpable, the air thick with tension. Selina leaned in, her lips hovering just above his, their breaths mingling.

"You're amazing," Johnny whispered, his voice husky with desire.

"And you're irresistible," Selina replied, her lips brushing his as she spoke.

Her eyes met, the electrical connection. Without another word, Johnny closed the distance, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.

"Are you sure you want to continue?" Selina asked, her voice soft and breathless.

Johnny's eyes were filled with a mixture of desire and curiosity. "I've never been so sure of anything," he murmured, leaning in to kiss her again, sealing the moment of connection and passion.

your breath catching in your throat as Johnny's eyes roamed your body. He approached, his presence overwhelming. She couldn't help but feel a shiver of anticipation.

"Do you always make your requests so extravagant?" Selina teased, her lips curling into a playful smile.

Johnny chuckled softly, his eyes darkening with desire. "Only when someone leaves me speechless, like you did tonight."

Selina's heart skipped a beat at her words. She reached out, tracing a finger along his jaw line. "You don't seem like the type to be easily impressed."

"There's a first time for everything," Johnny replied, his voice low and velvety. He leaned in, his lips just a breath away from hers. "I wanted to see more of you, in an environment where it was just the two of us."

Selina's pulse quickened when she felt the warmth of his breath on her lips. "And now that you have me here, what do you want?"

Johnny's hands slid to her hips, pulling her closer. "I want to know everything about you," he murmured, his lips brushing her ear. "What motivates you, what you want… and how can I make this night unforgettable."

Selina's eyes closed at the feeling of her touch. She opened them slowly, meeting his intense gaze. "You're already making this unforgettable," she whispered.

Johnny's smile was slow and seductive. "Good. Because I plan to spend time with you." He pulled away slightly, his eyes never leaving hers. "But first, tell me something. Why did you start dancing?"

Selina was momentarily surprised by the question. She hesitated, then spoke softly, "It's a form of expression for me. A way of feeling free and alive."

Johnny nodded, looking thoughtful. "I can see that. It's captivating."

Selina's fingers traced the collar of his shirt, with a light, teasing touch. "And you? Why did you come to see me tonight?"

Johnny's hands moved to her waist, a firm touch. "I needed a distraction. Something to take my mind off everything else. And when I saw you… you were the perfect escape."

Selina felt a flutter in her chest at his words. She leaned closer, her lips brushing his as she spoke. "Then let's make this night unforgettable."

Johnny's lips curved into a smile before capturing your mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. When they finally separated, they were both out of breath.

She got off his lap and knelt on the bedroom floor, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down along with his underwear, leaving his dick pointing at her face. Her lips enveloped him and Johnny ran his hand through her hair, holding it tightly.

Selina held him with both hands and grabbed the head of his cock, sucking lightly as she used her tongue. The softness of her skin along with her smell made her press her lips harder against his dick. She could feel her panties getting wet just hearing a small sigh escape Johnny's lips.

“Lick,” he ordered, his voice a mix of nervousness and desire. Selina ran her tongue over the entire length, licking it slowly and feeling the veins pulsing on her tongue. She moved back to the head and put it in her mouth, sucking slowly. A hot gush flowed between her lips as he had his pre-ejaculate before she even sucked him properly.

She grabbed the base of his dick with one hand and opened her mouth, starting with rhythmic movements. Her hands grabbed her hair and he pushed some more into her mouth. She brought her other hand to his balls, squeezing them gently before returning to the head, running her tongue over them and trying to catch her breath.

A sweet, agonizing moan left her lips. “Oh! Selina,” he murmured as she sucked him. She was stronger, taking him deeper.

She was so horny that she couldn't wait for him to cum right on her face so she could lick up every drop of his cum. His hands were buried in her loose hair, pulling it by the roots tightly, and it felt good to feel like she was being tamed by him in a certain way. She moved her head up and down, looking at him with a teasing look, while she jerked him off with one hand and licked his balls.

She ran her tongue along the thick veins of his cock, turning her head to make sure none of them were left without her saliva. It was getting harder and thicker, and Johnny was no longer pulling her hair any less tightly; he was starting to hurt, as were her knees. But that was the least of it. She kept her eyes glued to Johnny's as she watched him bite his lip.

"Cum," he grunted, holding her head and taking control of the situation, moving his hips uncontrollably and fucking her mouth. She was so excited that she could barely control it all. He dug hard and it was deep, to the point where she had to let go of his hands from his head to breathe for a few seconds, but he didn't care. He pulled her hair and went deep once again. His moans were getting louder and he was howling at it. The only thing that mattered to him was reaching orgasm, just like her. She didn't let go of him and held his balls tightly, caressing the area. She brought her hands to his bare hips and squeezed tightly, moving her lips and tongue frantically with such desperation. She wanted to make him cum; he needed this.

“Oh, Selina!” he said in a desperate tone, his hoarse voice cracking. He pulled her hair harder and squeezed her head harder, going deeper.

The first jet of his cum was so thick that she had to force herself to swallow it. She was as ecstatic as he was. And yet, he didn't stop. He was practically fucking her mouth like nobody's business, his huge cock filling every area of ​​her mouth, digging into her throat. She felt her lungs ask for help, but she still pressed her hips even tighter, scratching that part, extracting what she could and what was left of air.

She felt all his sperm inside her mouth and sucked it, extracting every last drop. His moans were more gratifying than oral sex itself.

Johnny gave her room to take it out of her mouth and take a deep breath as she licked his entire cock until it was clean.

Johnny still hadn't softened after such a turbulent cumshot. He remained standing, starved for sex, and she knew he wanted to feel himself inside her. He was still willing to fuck her like a dog in every way possible; she was sure of it.

His breathing was uneven and that was what she really wanted to see. Damn, she had the taste in her mouth that was missing. She was satisfied even without being touched by him; she sucked him like she was his little slut and was as satisfied as he was.

"I want you, bitch. I want to eat you," he said with some brutality. Reading her, he helped her up from the floor.

Selina stood, her breathing quickening as Johnny's intense gaze met hers. He grabbed her waist and pulled her closer. She could feel her desire radiating from him in waves.

"And now?" she asked, her voice a low, sensual whisper.

Johnny's lips curved into a slow, mischievous smile. "Now, let's take this to bed."

He carried her to the bed, his hands never leaving her body. When they got there, he gently pushed her down, his eyes dark with lust.

Our lips touch tightly, her tongue enters my mouth starting a strong kiss, I leave her hands on top of her head, keeping them steady while Selina kisses me voraciously.

I slide my left hand up her arm until I reach her breast, a firm grip causing her to bite my bottom lip.

I was hungry!

Breaking the kiss, I see Selina panting, with her mouth open and a smile on her face. I pull her bra down, exposing her breasts. It tortures me, it hallucinates me! Those breasts were asking for me. I hold the left one in her hand, squeezing it tightly, feeling its softness in my fingers. I grab it first, running my tongue over her nipple until I put it in my mouth, sucking slowly. I hear her panting, trying to hold on to the wall.

I move to the other breast, my hand moving down to her panties. I place my hand with difficulty in her panties, and she lifts her hips, helping me lower them with her hands until they are on her knees.

I go back to sucking her breasts, with my hand inside her pussy. That delicious pussy was soaking wet, making my fingers wet as they moved up and down from her lips to her clit. I leave my fingers on her clit, making small movements while she grabs my hair.

I look up and see Selina with her head against the wall, unable to breathe and moan at the same time. I slide to her entrance, putting a finger inside her, I go up and start kissing her neck while I slowly masturbate her.

She holds my shoulders, squeezing tightly, moaning softly for my name.

I kissed her lips again, I missed them so much that I couldn't wait for more. They are addictive!

"I want you," she says between a moan stuck in her throat. I couldn't contain myself any longer. I had been without sex for so long that I was about to cum just from masturbating with Selina.

I take my hand away from her and kneel at her feet, taking off her heels. I take off her panties, throwing them somewhere in that room.

I take off the rest of my pants. Selina was crazy, she wanted it so much that she rolled over onto her back, spreading her legs.

I hold my cock, fitting in from behind. Feeling her vagina swallow him slowly, wet, warm and soft. This makes me roll my eyes. I placed my hands on her breasts, squeezing them as I fucked her slowly, with every torturous second moving in and out.

I couldn't cum now; I wanted to provide her with something that would forever remind her that I am her only man.

I take my dick out of her, turning her body forward. I hold Selina on my lap, wrapping her legs around my waist until she fits back onto my penis. With her back pressed against the wall, she was now moving up and down quickly, being fucked hard, just the way she liked it.

Her breasts in my face, her strong moans, make me slow down before she ends up cumming.

I hold her tightly, carrying her to the bed. I laid Selina down facing me, with her legs around my waist. I stay on top of her body.

It was a masterpiece! The most beautiful art I have ever seen in my entire life. The smudged lipstick, the completely sweaty body and that thirsty look. I was crazy about her.

Selina gives me a smile, kisses me a few times before we fuck again. She whispers

Her breasts in my face, her strong moans, it makes me slow down before she ends up cumming.

I hold her tightly, taking her to the bed, I lay Selina facing me, with her legs around my waist. I stay on top of her body.

It was a masterpiece! The most beautiful art I had seen in my entire life. The smudged lipstick, the completely sweaty body and that thirsty look. I was crazy about her.

Selina gives me a smile, kisses me a few times before we fuck again. She whispers to me "harder" equivalent to 9 times, she cums on my dick in the meantime.

While I fuck her, looking into her eyes, keeping those images That's how I would remember Selina, rocking a bed, moaning my name and cumming on my dick.

It doesn't take long until I cum inside her and fall over her body, I look for her lips once again as a point of support. I don't take my dick out of her until it softens.

I rest my head on her shoulder, close my eyes until I fall asleep

[thesafecafe]

NCT 127: Helping their Black GF on wash day

Summary: Your boyfriend wants to help you out on wash day, and you let him, but not without some interesting adventures along the way!

CW: None really, sfw, fluff, specifically black fem reader, aspects of black hair, gifs not mine hope you enjoy! Disclaimer: This is not meant to be a reflection of the idol or their behavior in real life, this is simply a fictional depiction for entertainment purposes.

Johnny:

Johnny is no stranger to seeing you do your hair

he often watches as you do your hair, a quiet type curiosity in his eyes

when you ask him to help, he’s a little incredulous at first

“You want me to help?” 

but his brief moment of uncertainty is hidden instantly by fake confidence

“Of course babe, I got this! It’s me we’re talking about!”

spoiler: he does not have this 

he struggles getting the brush through your head, and detangling? a catastrophe 

he’s good at distributing the shampoo and conditioner, but then you’re on your own girl

blow drying is fairly easy, since all he does is hold the dryer where you tell him, and helping you choose a style

if you want help styling it? Girl, you better call the father, the son, and the holy spirit

your hair manages to get done eventually; it might look a little odd, but it’s done

“See babe, I told you I got this!”

Taeyong

curious little bean about your hair

is hesitant at first, as he doesn’t want to mess up your hair or hurt you

“Are you sure babe? You trust me that much?”

when you reassure him that you indeed do trust him with your beautiful hair, he’ll get all smiley 

asks you for step by step instructions, and is so so gentle

even when helping you put in products for washing or drying your hair feels like a full on scalp massage

which you compliment him on

“Ah, you like it? I’ll remember babe!”

the more you compliment him, the more he’ll melt, just falling in love with you harder at each remark

some steps have you helping him out, such as combing out your hair and blow drying

which he’ll insist he can do if he just watches a tutorial (he wants to be able to do it for you on his own)

but as he helps you do a simple style, he sees it as a bonding experience 

“Let’s do this again next time babe!”

Yuta:

Another curious one, but he is in awe of everything about the process

“This much product?! Really?”

you teach him the products, and he commits each one to memory

genuinely curious about a few of the oils and conditioners

“Do you think it’ll work for me? They smell really good!”

he steps in when your arms start to get tired, and you need help twisting it for pre parting

he realizes that you have to do this every time you wash your hair and his heart goes out to you

“Let me help again next time, it’s so much for one person to do all alone!”

he’s very sweet, taking breaks when you need, and gets you snacks, water, arms rubs, whatever you need

such a supportive boyfriend and wonderful listener

he’ll listen attentively as you instruct him on how to braid your hair, before the both of you jointly braid your hair into pretty box braids

“These are so good babe! You think I could get paid to do it?”

(as if he’s not a full time celebrity) but you tell him yes anyway

nothing wrong with a confidence boost

Doyoung:

Intimidated off the bat

you have a LOT of hair, and Doyoung knows so LITTLE about it

will whine a little bit before he settles into the idea

“Babe, I don’t think I’m cut out to be a hair dresser, hence my job choice.”

but when you say you’ll ask someone else, he protests immediately

pulls you back into the bathroom with a pout on his face

“You can’t ask them! They don’t know anything!”

you spare him of the fact that neither does he, but you allow him to help

he kind of observes first, allowing you to demonstrate

when you offer him a brush or a comb, he takes the, slowly following along with your steps

your soft encouragement helps him to keep going, even earning you a smile

“I guess it’s not so hard after all! Your hair is really pretty by the way”

it’s not his first time telling you that, since he loves your hair, but it still makes you shy

he follows your instructions completely, allowing you to guide his hands when he forgets a step

when you are eventually finished, Doyoung will observe your hair in the mirror, slowly turning your head side to side in his hands

“I really did that! We did it!” 

he’s cheering and happy, and he’ll be way more open to helping you next time, because practice makes perfect

Jungwoo:

“You trust me? Ah, such a confident girl”

a real jokester (but it’s to keep his nervousness at bay)

he’s praying he doesn’t rip any hair out

he uses a bit more than the recommended amount 

aka he squeezed the bottle too hard and now your hair is saturated in shampoo

but a little extra product never hurt anybody!

he’ll have you bent over the sink, pouring  water over the back of your hair with a giant bowl

Jungwoo, you don’t need to drown your client, come on now

he nearly knocks you of the chair during blow drying, but it is unintentional, (unlike some members)

it’s a bit of a bumpy ride when it comes to combing out and detangling, but you get through it

“All right, what’s next?”

he’ll think he’s a professional once you have him help you part and section your hair, massaging in your usual products

he watches in fascination as you style your hair, a curious awe present in his facial expressions

“You really are amazing babe.”

Mark:

why you decided to ask for help from Mark is a mystery 

“Yo, really? Are you sure? Dude, that’s like, huge!”

is grateful for the opportunity, but please help him

he does not know what he’s doing, and this is more of a tutorial than him helping

he’ll help by handing you different products, but he mostly asks questions about different things

“You have two conditioners? Wait why?”

you explain everything with patience, telling him what it does for your hair, and what works for your hair type

“So your hair is a mixture of two different patterns? Ahh, that explains so much!

he recognizes a few things that you have, like coconut and jojoba oil

but the purpose of leave in conditioner escapes him until you explain

it really is an interesting experience with Mark, especially when you mix together different products together

his mind is blown 

“Yo, you’re Y/N the scientist! Who else mixes things like that?”

He’ll help you trim your hair after you give yourself a silk press, admiring the way it looks, telling you how good you look

Haechan:

Oh, he is an excited boy

very, very excited, he has been waiting for this day to come

you never let anyone touch your hair, not even him, and now you want his help? best day ever

he’ll tease you though, telling you he’ll charge you for his services

“These professional hands come with a price babe” (such a menace)

he will use your product bottles as weapons of mass...hair destruction?

“I will conquer and vanquish the dragon!” he says while threateningly pointing a shampoo bottle at your head

the hair is not our enemy, put down the bottle sir

he is genuinely happy as he washes your hair, blow drying and oiling it after with no problem

(aside form him trying to knock you off the chair on purpose)

he helps you to do a roller set, which intrigues him 

“Oh, so  you have a dryer chair in the corner! I never noticed that was there!”

He will offer to help you get ready for bed after as well

massaging your scalp and making sure you have good circulation before bed

he will demand matching bonnets once he sees yours though, so be prepared to share

[pennedbyeve]

Author’s note:

Hi. How y’all doing? *Ms. Juicy’s voice*

I know I have neglected this I was in a bit of a creative rut, but I am back and better and I am excited to write some more and expand on the relationship that is Johnny and Amira. This is shortish, but I definitely plan on adding more in due time.

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Johnny

IF HE HAD A DOLLAR FOR ALL THE TIMES HE WOKE UP IN THE NIGHT SINCE SEEING HER. 

He would be extremely wealthy, it had been a week since then he would quickly dart to his apartment, so he would not pass her in the elevator, but thoughts of her definitely circulated in his brain. 

He couldn’t sleep, he took his phone from the nightstand and the glowing screen indicated that it was 5:30 in the morning, thankfully he had the weekend off, he needed time for himself to recoup and gather himself. 

He tried his hardest to go back to sleep, but the second his head the pillow, yet again his body would not allow him to do so, but he decided to lay around for a little he did not want to rot the day away, but he knew he needed to relax somewhat he played some music to help ease his mind a bit.

Once he was more energized it was now some time after eight, and he decided to make breakfast, he hated how he could not get her out of his mind, their friendship ending was one sided. He wanted to know why she didn't explain to him what happened, but he was going to leave it at what it is, or at least that's what he had hoped for.

Moments later there was a knock on his door, he took a moment to brace himself he turned the stove off. Looking through the peephole there she was, his throat instantly got dry. he couldn't gather his thoughts quickly as he opened the door.

He adjusted his pants before going to open the door for her his brain was scrambling just like the eggs he was attempting to make.

"Good morning, I need a favor." She blurted out.

"Good morning, what is it?" He headed back into the kitchen to finish making his breakfast.

He wasn't too sure what she was going to say next.

He wasn't too sure what she was going to say next.

“I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend for a little bit, my ex keeps blowing my phone up and it is getting under my skin, pretty please Johnny.”

Her big eyes stared into his eyes and, he felt obligated to say no, especially since how dirty she did him by going missing in action, but deep-down Johnny had a soft spot for Amira.

“For how long Amira?”

She bit the inside of her cheek, she picked up the piece of bacon that he had on his plate.

He just allowed her to put it in her mouth, as she continued to speak.

“Just until I tell you when Johnny, we can go on outings and those could be our dates, and we don’t have to hug and kiss, but we can start calling it dating in a few weeks.”

He ran his hand over his face, he was not too sure how to feel about this, it had been a week since he spotted her and now he had to put all the feelings he thought he had previously were over back at the forefront in his mind.

He sighed before responding.

“You have a deal, but my bedtime is 9:30 so I can’t stay up late.”

“Such a child.” She teases.

Amira

She was not too sure surprised that Johnny even agreed to doing this, he was extremely kind and this was definitely not out of his nature, he would do anything if that meant to make her happy, and she knew that there wouldn't be feelings attached to this situation.

He was her best friend and that was that.

[boplee]

Hi guysssss 🥰

So I took a break from writing cause things got a little hectic for me. Juggling school, work, and life kinda left me with little to no room to write anything plus I had a very bad case of writers block. I hope to become active again so I can keep you guys entertained. I know you guys are waiting for parts to other stories to be released and I want you to know they’re coming. I’m also working on some new stories so be on the look out. Anyway thanks for reading and stay tuned

[neo-brownskinnedangels]

NCT 1994-1999: Favorite Positions

If you don’t feel comfortable with smut, do not read this! I have decided to cut off eveyone who is born later than 1999. So no Renjun and younger.

TAEIL;

— Taeil is the most Vanilla out of NCT, however that doesn’t mean he’s boring. He likes to be traditional, and loves a good Cat position. It’s similar to missionary, but believe me he can go a lot deeper than in missionary with this position. He also loved to be close to your neck where he can kiss and suck on the skin, marking you and leaving love bites and hickeys.

JOHNNY;

— Johnny has no problem picking you up and just using you like a toy. He has many different favorite positions, all of them leading to him being in control but he really enjoys the Workout Position. He enjoys bouncing you on his length like this, meeting your hips as he thrusts up into you as well.

TAEYONG;

— He’s a sucker for feeling your body rub against his in intimate moments like this. Feeling your boobs again this chest, and your thighs against his. That’s why he usually goes for the Silence position. He can hold you close and look into your eye as you guys grinding against each other. His warm breath hitting your neck as he looked up at you.

YUTA;

— It’s no secret that Yuta likes it rough, and he loves being in control. He enjoys any position where he can take you from behind. Ramming into you as he feels your ass against him and he’s in total control. Recently his favorite position has been the Downward Dog. Just the thought of holding you down, and wrapping his and gently around your neck gets him all riled up.

KUN;

— Kun enjoys dominating you, making sure that you’re under his control when it comes to the bedroom. What other position for that than, his hands down favorite position Basset/Doggystyle. He loves to pound into you from behind. Occasionally slapping your ass or pulling at your hair.

DOYOUNG;

— He enjoys the thought of dominating you from behind. However, he doesn’t want to miss the faces you make as he does so. So the perfect harmony between this would be the Cancer Position. He more enjoys a slower more tender and deep pace with this position, kissing you even deeper than his thrusts.

TEN;

— Ten loves to fuck you on different surfaces, the counter, the table, the bed, the couch. And his favorite position when fucking you somewhere other than a the bed is the Propeller position. It drives him absolutely insane to take you like this. Especially when you look back at him him as he’s thrusting into you. You don’t under what it does to him.

JAEHYUN;

— Jaehyun can never pick just one position to put you in during a session between the two of you. He’s usually a huge fan of taking you from behind, but he also really enjoys the Backstroke position. He pounds into you, lifting your legs to go even deeper into you. Once in a while groping your boobs as well. He also loved to make eye contact with you as he dicks you down.

WINWIN;

— Winwin is more of a grinder, than a thruster. But given the chance he could definitely blow your back out. Regardless, his favorite position is the Low Doggy. He’s never really this excited to be dominant until he gets you in this position. He also pulles your hair into a fist, panting and grunting into your ear.

JUNGWOO;

— Jungwoo is more of a soft dom to me. He enjo us being in control, but in a more guiding way. He enjoys showering you with kisses and treating you but still having the control. He most often uses the Boat position. He loves to thrust into you from behind, as he kissed your forehead and telling you how pretty you are and how beautiful your moans sound.

LUCAS;

— Lucas is crazy for you being on top of him, but he’s still going to dominate you. Wrapping his arms around you and thrusting up hard into you. The Watering Can position, seems to be his favorite one for that. Lucas especially loves looking up and looking at how you react to taking him like this.

MARK;

— He loves watching you work it out, bouncing yourself on him. He loves how eager you get and how fast your bouncing gets. In the Bench position, he usually finds this one to be the most entertaining and sexy to him. Usually he lets you do so the work, and just holds his hands behind his head. Other times, gripping your waist and helping to guide you down on his length.

XIAOJUN;

— Xiaojun will never say it, but I think he secretly loves when you’re in control and you’re on top. It would only make sense, since his favorite would be a good old Cowgirl. Looking up at you as you bounce on his length, he he moves hands from your waist to grope your boobs as they bounce too.

HENDERY;

— Hendery gives me speed demon vibes. I think he gets really excited, and enjoys a position that doesn’t stunt his speed in anyway. This is probably why he’d enjoy the Aquarius position. Just imagine Him ramming into you, snapping his hips against yours making you completely loose your mind.

[neodilfs]

nct ( johnny, yuta, jaehyun, and mark) and their kinks

request : no

a/n : i just got my nails done and i type relatively fast so if there are any mistakes, i’ll try to fix them!

nsfw under the cut !

JOHNNY.

johnny, for sure, has a size kink. whilst everyone thinks he has a strong daddy kink, i think that’s not true — not saying he doesn’t have a daddy kink, just saying that his size kink is bigger than his daddy kink.

he loves watching you struggle to fit him in your mouth at once and definitely enjoys watching your face contort in pleasure as he slowly inches himself in you.

every time you guys have sex, he always makes sure you’re prepped properly before moving on. he just doesn’t want to hurt you.

YUTA.

i got bashed for saying this once but i didn’t give a fuck, but yuta has a praise kink.

he just lives off of you telling him how good he makes you feel.

trust me, tell him he’s a good boy and slot your fingers in his hair while he’s pounding into you and he’ll literally go feral.

JAEHYUN.

i think jaehyun has a crying kink. not like he’s the one crying but you’re the one crying.

he’s a little bit on the bigger side so if you’d try to like deepthroat him all at once, tears would sting your eyes and he’d definitely be into it.

he tries his very hardest to make sure he gets as deep as possible just so he can make you cry.

MARK.

mark has a bondage kink for sure; he likes to be tied up and he likes to tie you up.

he was just randomly watching porn one day and then all of a sudden he sees the girl get tied up and he’s like ‘oh shit. this is nice.’

so he like tied your arms behind your back and literally fucked the shit out if you because you couldn’t really stop him.

[retrievablememories]

baby of mine | johnny

title: baby of mine pairing: johnny x black!reader genre: angst, some fluff request: “Can I request a Johnny and his wife fighting because his ex came to them saying she’s pregnant because when she and Johnny were dating they had been trying for a baby and then they broke up. He met his black wife and got married a year later and now his ex is pregnant making his wife upset and feeling like a side chick instead of his wife. Thank you” word count: 3.5k warnings: mentions of infidelity, some racial microaggressions, mentions of racism, talk of conceiving a/n: did not have the heart to make my mans a cheater so i went with the 2nd plot point i suggested for this request lol, if you want something different let me know anon

As you’re cooking breakfast one morning, Johnny comes up to you and hugs you from the back, wrapping his arms around your torso. One of his hands settles on your stomach as he does so.

“Good morning, dear wife,” he mumbles, still a bit sleepy. He presses his cheek to yours. His skin is warm from being underneath the covers all night, and the strands of his soft hair tickle your face.

“Morning, baby.”

You think he’s gonna go sit at the table after he gets his usual morning hug, but he keeps clinging to you and subtly pressing his body against yours. Raising your eyebrows, you have to ask. “What are you up to, Johnny?”

“Nothin’ much,” he answers, “just wondering when you’re gonna let me put a baby in you.”

You turn to look at him, feigning shock. “God, it’s so early in the morning and you come to me with this. At least let me finish the food...” You laugh, embarrassed but also lowkey delighted at his comment.

“Oh, you love it though. You’ll love it even more when we actually start trying.”

“Well, it’s not like I don’t already.” You snort. “Stop being horny and go sit at the table, though. I don’t need you making me burn this food.” You try to shoo him with your free hand, though he only takes that hand so he can lay a kiss on the back of it.

“I always aim to please.” Johnny snickers, taking a piece of bacon off the plate on the counter.

You’ve only been married for a year at this point, but this kind of playful banter about having kids and building a family together is not unfamiliar to you. Johnny is definitely the type of man who’s always dreamed about having a family of his own, and he’s not secretive about it. With so much love to give, he’s more than eager to shower it on the people closest to him.

Jaehyun and his girlfriend have just had their first kid, which has only stoked Johnny’s enthusiasm, but you’re still waiting for a time when you feel truly ready to take that leap. After all, having kids is no easy matter, and the last thing you want to do is jump into it without a clue. Johnny is fine with waiting for however long you want, though there are undoubtedly some times when you wish you could be more responsive to it.

Still, you are ultimately happy with your marriage and are looking forward to the day when you can finally add a new member to the family.

There’s a knock on the door one evening, and you wonder who it must be. You weren’t expecting anyone today, and neither was Johnny—that you know of. You go to the door and peek through the peephole, and you’re even more confused at what you see.

When you open the door, a woman is standing there with a baby carrier and a diaper bag. It’s not just any woman, though—it’s Johnny’s ex-girlfriend, Jihyun. The one he dated before meeting and marrying you.

You both stare at each other in silence for a few moments. You’re so surprised by her presence at your doorstep and the baby carrier she has that you forget to ask what she’s here for—and she seems equally shocked to see you.

Finally, Jihyun appears to remember what she came for and asks, “H-hi, does John Suh live here?”

“Yes...why?”

“There are some things we need to talk about…” Her eyes drift to the baby carrier, and your whole world pauses.

“Things?”

As if on cue, Johnny comes up behind you with a concerned look on his face, recognizing the sound of his ex’s voice. He stops in his tracks a little ways from the entrance when he sees what she’s brought along with her. “Jihyun? What are you doing here?”

Her expression when she sees him is hard to read, though a nervous energy radiates from her. Her nervousness seems to transfer to you, and the back of your neck prickles with sweat. “John...um, hi, I just needed to talk to you--” Her words break off as she struggles to think of what to say. “I’m sorry to spring this on you like this, but we have to talk about our child.”

You and Johnny both speak at the same time.

“What?”

“Our child?”

You’re completely frozen now, and Johnny slides in beside you, opening the door wider. “Jihyun, this isn’t funny. Don’t come here with this shit—”

“I-it’s not a joke.” She reaches in the diaper bag hastily and pulls out a manila envelope. “I thought you’d ask about this, so I got a paternity test.”

Johnny takes the folder from her and opens it to look at the papers inside, but he’s clearly not pleased. “You thought? I’m sure.” You already knew that Jihyun had cheated on him; it was something he told you near the start of your relationship. They were trying to start a family around the time he found out, which made the blow all the more painful for him.

Back then, you didn’t give much thought to the idea that they actually might’ve been successful. They never contacted each other again after breaking up, and you reasoned that she would have reached out if she was ever pregnant.

Apparently, life is never that simple or easy.

You’re still unsure how to respond to any of this. Even if you wanted to react, you’re still too shocked to do anything but stand there and wait for Johnny’s response.

Unfortunately, his reaction doesn’t make you feel any more reassured. He’s quiet for a while as he looks at the papers, and he seems to age 5 years in just that timespan. He presses his lips together into a thin line, his forehead creasing.

Finally, he hands the papers to you and looks at Jihyun. You almost drop them in your rush to read what they say, but the answer is incredibly clear. A baby girl named Youngmi, with a 99.9% DNA match. “We do need to talk.”

The atmosphere in the living room is tense and awkward. You and Johnny sit on the couch while Jihyun sits on the other sofa in front of you, the baby carrier beside her. It’s been covered the entire time, and you still don’t have a clue what the baby looks like. The rational part of you figures she must be sleeping, although there is the undeniably petty part that suspects there is no baby and this is all a setup.

“How did you even find me?” Johnny asks, not very thrilled at Jihyun now knowing his new address.

“A mutual friend told me.” She doesn’t expand on who gave the information, which makes you raise your eyebrows. “They told me you’d gotten married, too. But they never mentioned that your wife was…?” Jihyun looks at you curiously, and you feel put on the spot like an object. It’s the elephant in the room that never fails to make itself known—why did you marry a black woman?

“Was what?”

“Jihyun, don’t do this. You’re already walking a thin line. I didn’t let you come in here for this.” Johnny already knows that it isn’t hard for you to reach your breaking point, and he hopes this won’t go completely left before he gets answers. He still needs to figure out what the hell is going on.

You throw in for good measure, “You aren’t going to come in my house and disrespect me. Check yourself.”

Jihyun is taken aback at being reprimanded by both of you and turns a little pale at being called out for her rudeness. “U-um, of course, sorry. I didn’t mean it.”

If you didn’t mean it you wouldn't have said it, you think to yourself, still stewing with anger.

“Explain all of this,” Johnny says. His tone makes it clear that it’s not a request.

Jihyun takes a moment to get herself together and starts speaking again. “Well, you know how our relationship ended. I found out I was pregnant soon after that, but…” Her hands fidget in her lap. “I didn’t want to say anything because I thought...you were really angry back then, Johnny. I thought you’d hate me even more than you already did. Or wouldn’t accept the baby anymore.”

Johnny’s shoulders slump a little. “You didn’t think I would want my own child?” He is clearly hurt by the idea of this.

“I don’t think I have the right to blame you for being angry. I was wrong. But I didn’t want to make things worse. I really believed it would just be better to start all over and raise the baby myself.” Her eyes stay glued to the floor as she says, “I...wasn’t entirely sure if it was yours, either, so I decided not to tell you.”

Johnny’s body tenses at the mention of her transgression, though he doesn’t speak. He merely sits and waits for her to continue talking.

“I thought I could do it all on my own, and it would be fine. The other guy...he left soon after I told him. Then the baby got here, and...none of it’s been easy, but I really have been struggling these past few months.” Jihyun looks up at him now, a pleading expression on her face. “I would rather not have to ask you for child support, but...I need some help, Johnny. And I’m truly sorry I kept this from you.”

Johnny puts his head in his hands and runs his fingers through his hair, looking distressed and overwhelmed by all of this being unloaded on him at once. “This has come practically out of nowhere, Jihyun.”

She appears to take offense to that particular statement; maybe she thinks he’s referring to the baby that way. “I don’t know if I’d call it out of nowhere. We both knew the possibilities when we were trying for a child.”

“You can’t be serious,” you blurt out, laughing out loud although it’s not really funny. You’re more astounded than amused at the irony and ridiculousness of her saying that. Jihyun glances at you unhappily, though she doesn’t meet your glare for very long.

Johnny is equally bristled by her words, and you can feel him tensing up more beside you. “And you could’ve thought about that before fucking another man and then hiding my own child from me—”

The conversation is interrupted by Youngmi, who has apparently woken up and is now whining for attention. You can see her little feet kicking against the cover of the carrier. Jihyun hurriedly turns the carrier around to put the cover down and pull the child out. She looks to be around 9 months.

Youngmi is quickly quieted by being fed her bottle. Her eyes are big with curiosity as she looks around the room—at Jihyun, Johnny, and you. Johnny’s anger at his ex becomes subdued after seeing the baby, and his mouth drops open a little in surprise.

Johnny finds himself unable to take his eyes away from Youngmi after Jihyun takes her out of the carrier, and he leans forward a bit to get a closer look. He’s secretly itching to get closer, though he isn’t quite sure how to bring that up after cursing his ex out. Fortunately for him, she already knows what he wants. After the baby is done drinking, she carefully offers, “Do...you want to hold her?”

You watch to see what Johnny will do. You know he very well won’t refuse his own child, and you don’t expect him to, but you also don’t know how you should feel. He glances at you somewhat apologetically, sensing your unhappiness, but nods and holds his arms out for Youngmi. Jihyun settles the baby in his arms when he does.

Youngmi doesn’t start crying in the presence of an unfamiliar person like most babies do; maybe she somehow knows he’s her father. You almost want to laugh again at that, feeling like you’re going to lose your mind.

Johnny looks down at his daughter’s face as she drools and clenches and unclenches her small fists. She’s smiling as she looks up at him, though you don’t know if that’s because she’s happy at just being fed.

Something in Johnny’s heart immediately softens, and he feels himself drawn to her. Even without the paternity results, he can certainly tell that she has his same bow-shaped lips.

In any other circumstance you would’ve felt moved by this interaction, but now you only experience the creeping dread of being replaced. Not by the baby, but by Jihyun. What if she’s suddenly at your house all the time after they decide to co-parent? That can’t happen. You can’t tolerate having this woman up in your house on a regular basis, but letting Johnny spend a bunch of time at her place is completely out of the question. You know he hasn’t wanted anything to do with her since they broke up, but you can’t get rid of the fear of what could happen if Johnny gets close to her again.

You try to convince yourself there is no way he’d ever consider going back to her after she betrayed him. Your doubts are killing you, though. Jihyun has already given him the one thing he’s always wanted most, and you suddenly feel very abandoned and empty. Almost like their relationship never ended and you’re simply trespassing.

“She’s very pretty,” Johnny says, smiling down at the little girl.

Your heart is being torn to shreds. “Sorry, I—uh, forgot something.” Without looking for their reactions, you get up from the couch and go up to the bedroom you share with Johnny. There, you sink to the floor and stay there for what feels like hours, your forehead against the carpet as you struggle to gather your thoughts.

You don’t know how much time actually passes, and you know Johnny must be wondering what you’re doing, but he eventually comes up after you. By then, you’ve gathered yourself somewhat—at least physically—and are sitting on the bed.

Johnny stands in the doorway, looking hesitant, tired, concerned, and maybe even a little happy, all at once. He opens his mouth and then closes it back shut, searching for the right words. “I didn’t think...she never said anything…”

You still feel like you’re being pierced straight through. There’s no denying that you still love Johnny, but you don’t know where things can go from here. The only tiny bright spot you can find is that at least he didn’t cheat on you. A laugh of sick irony bursts out of you, and Johnny seems concerned about whether you’re having a mental breakdown.

He steps into the room, sitting beside you on the bed. You’re not sure if you want to be next to him right now—or if you want to accept the hand that’s reaching for your shoulder—so you stand up and walk aimlessly to the dresser. “Are they still downstairs?”

“No, I told her we can work out all the details soon...but that now wouldn’t be a good time to stay.”

Work out the details? Which means more contact. But that was going to happen anyway. Here come more thoughts of him at her place, her at yours, a little family that doesn’t include you—

“But how are you going to get in contact with each other?”

“...I gave her my number.” Johnny is hesitant, like he thinks this maybe isn’t the right answer. Or at least not the one you want to hear. “There wasn’t much else I could do…and I doubt you want her coming back up here anytime soon.”

You don’t think very deeply about the repercussions of what you say next; you’re too consumed by your panicked thoughts. “Maybe we should separate.”

Johnny stands up now too, his eyes almost comically big. “Separate?”

You throw your hands up. “You were with her long before me, and now you have a baby with her. Surprise! What’s stopping me from being the lonely sidechick in this scenario? A stupid ring?”

Johnny looks wounded at that, and you wonder how much more pain will be inflicted on both of you before the day is over. “Our marriage is more than a ‘stupid ring’ or a slip of paper. You told me you loved that ring.”

“I did, and I do, but what does any of it matter anymore?”

“Aren’t you being overdramatic?! Do you truly think I’d leave you over this?” Johnny can feel himself getting more upset, though he tries not to shout. “It’s not like I can’t co-parent with her or something. I’m not going to leave you so I can raise my child.”

“And have you both together all the time. Yeah, that sounds like a wonderful setup.”

“You seem to be forgetting that I barely want to be around her myself! Either way, Youngmi is my child Y/N, I can’t just give up on her and I don’t intend to.”

You dig your heels in, feeling like you’ve made your case and can’t turn back now, even if there is logic to what he’s saying. “Would you even still want to have children with me? You have the baby you’ve always wanted. And your ex seems like the type who wouldn’t be too thrilled if her child had some half-black siblings running around.”

“That’s terrible, Y/N. Just because I have one child doesn’t mean I can’t have more. You sound more like you don’t want to have kids with me anymore.”

“Don’t tell me that!” you shout. “I want everything with you, but you don’t see how people look at me. You’re not the one who has to deal with people thinking you’re unworthy to be with me or that I did you a favor by marrying you. No, that’s what people think of me, all the time, whether they say it or not. It’s in the things they do and how they interact with me.”

Johnny wants to speak, but he doesn’t know what to say to you. It’s not like he’s been completely unaware of your struggles, but he hasn’t heard you articulate it out loud like this before. It makes him feel like a bit of a failure that he couldn’t prevent any of it from happening.

“I just want us to be happy together, with our own family, and—and...I want people to stop looking at me like I’m some damn freak, and…” You pause for a moment to catch your breath, though you find that you can’t as tears begin welling up in your eyes.

Johnny comes closer to you when he sees the tears appearing. He hesitates to touch you, thinking you might reject him again, but when you don’t move away he takes your arms.

“Y/N, please trust me. We are going to stay together, and we’re gonna have the life we both want. I need both you and my child, and I promise we can make this work.”

“Do you think we got married too soon?” you ask him quietly. You haven’t pushed him away this time, but you’re hesitant to respond to his embrace. “Should we have done this at all?”

Johnny puts his forehead to yours, squeezing you tighter as if he could wring the pain out of you. “Don’t doubt this, please. I don’t regret any of this, not for a second.”

“I don’t regret marrying you, either, but I’m just...exhausted. I don’t know how any of this is supposed to work anymore.” A few tears slip out as you say this. You wipe them away as they come, but it isn’t enough to stop the flow. Johnny uses his thumb to wipe them away. His fingers are warm against your skin, like that morning a few days ago.

“Honestly, Y/N, I don’t know either. But we can figure this out.”

You want so much to believe him.

That night when you go to bed, your head is filled with thoughts—so many that it’s hard to get to sleep. You stare at the closed window with the night sky peeking slightly through the blinds, and you try to imagine a future with both of your families in it.

It doesn’t make you happy, but you don’t know what else to do to keep your marriage from falling apart.

[ambwimagines]

Let's just spend the day together - Johnny Suh

Genre: Fluffy Smut

Word Count:+1000

Requested by: @existentialvacuum

The morning after your fifth anniversary of being boyfriend and girlfriend. Also the night he got down on one knee and proposed. It was the cutest thing how it all went haywire but the boys held their own really well. It was like a surprise party, no one was supposed to tell you anything. You weren't supposed to know. That is until Mark came back to your apartment looking for his charger. "I don't know anything about a surpise engagement party we're throwing for you where Johnny is gonna propose-....shit sorry I meant shoot" You tried to remain calm but you we're gonna go through the roof. When you got there you were directed up to the roof deck. You opened the door and everyone was there. Your friends family and all of NCT of course. Johnny walks over to you kisses you and tells you. "Y/N You're the love of my life, I can't imagine being with out you. I know in our time together you have heard and seen some horrible things from outside spectators I am not calling them 'fans' because my fans actually love and accept you and Love you just as much as I do, hell if not that then more. You are such an amazing woman and you've taught me so much about being a better person. I just hope I stand here good enough today to ask of you your hand in marriage." He closes out his statement while he gets on one knee. He pulls out this tiny red velvet box opening it to expose the most gorgeous ring you have ever seen in your entire life. You yelp and giggle trying to tame yourself but begin crying tears of joy. "Y/F/N, Will you marry me ?" He asks looking up at you smiling. You look all around and there are nothing but smiles of approval. Everyone looking at the both of you in pure love and adoration. "Girl, what the hell are you waiting on !?" You friend asks and everyone laughs. "Yes" you say with the smile shining through your voice. Everyone cheers and claps and applauds. Taeyong wheels out the specialty cake from your favorite bakery and Mark let's off the fireworks. After a night like that it was amazing that you both had any energy left. Johnny was pulling off your clothes before you both even got back to the apartment. You both wore each other out. Making love to each other with the same kind of vigor. "I love you so much" you spoke breathlessly to Johnny as he lapped kisses all over your face and neck coincidentally one of those kisses being planted on your lips as you spoke. "I love you to the ends of the earth Y/N" Johnny said to you as he pushed himself deep inside you. The clawing at his back, the deep strokes, and the incessant skin slapping lasted until the few hours of the morning.

 You woke back up around seven in the morning. You reach out your arms to stretch and feel an empty bedside. You sit up with and look around the room then suddenly you hear a loud crash come from the kitchen. You fling the cover away from your body. Put your feet on the floor and stand up and you begin rushing to the kitchen. You slow down seeing johnny shirtless in his black boxers stirring something in a bowl. He looks up at you and speaks. "Good morning my gorgeous fiancée" the word in itself made your heart flutter. "Good morning, my love" you answer back. "I was gonna make you breakfast in bed but..." He says pausing. "But what ?" You inquire. He puts down the bowl walking over to you and grabbing you up in his arms. "I would much rather make you my breakfast" he says carrying you to the counter. He kisses your neck breathing in your scent. He peels his white button up away from your body while you gently swing your feet back and forth. He puts his oddly cold hand on your stomach trying to get you to lay back on the kitchen counter.

 Your back comes in contact with the cold counter-top sending a shiver down your spine. Johnny steps away from you for a bit to go to the fridge he comes back with strawberries and whipped cream. He sets the strawberries beside you. Shaking up the whipped cream with one hand he looks at your body with intent. Using his free hand he stokes your body from your left breast down your side back to your abdomen. “You’re so beautiful, I have the most gorgeous wife ever” he says. You are in pure ecstasy, your back arched off the counter top. Johnny takes one of the strawberries out of the bowl and feeds it to you. He removes the cap from the whipped cream and places a line of it on your neck. Sensually he dives down to lap every last trace of it up lastly sucking on the area and ending with a kiss. “you’re so sexy” he breathlessly moans.

He comes up to survey your body once more. Looking for his next spot to stimulate your most sensitive of nerves. He puts circles on each nipple covering the nipple and areola then puts a hot stripe down your abdomen just above your navel. He gravitates to your left nipple first and you moan out his name. After cleaning up the left he goes to the right doing the same flashing you a devilish smile to let you know that he knows exactly what he’s doing. He cleans the right and breathes over the strip of whipped cream he made. He looks up at your face breathing heavily. Your body temperature was rising steadily. “I better hurry before you get hot enough to melt it babe” He says cockily. He slowly drags his tongue across the smooth skin of your stomach relishing in the way it feels under his tongue. He flicks it back and forth ever so lightly and it hits the most deep, basal nerves you never even knew you had causing you to squirm under him. Finally he gets to the cusp of your navel and kisses it making you squirm even more. “Why do you wanna run, you taste so good.” Johnny says kissing the top of your pussy making you beg and plead for him to keep going. “Be patient my love, I wanna taste you too but I wanna make sure you want this.” “Johnny you have literally eaten my pussy a thousand times whether I wanted you to or not, please babe just this one it feels too good for you to tease.” You breathlessly admit to him trying to get him to see how unfair he is being right now. He breathes over your wetness causing you to yelp. Smiling from satisfaction. “Time to give my needy baby girl what she’s been begging daddy for.” Johnny licks a hot stripe up your wetness and kisses your clit sucking it back into his mouth. You steadily squirm letting your miniature orgasms wash over you. "Does that feel good baby ?" He asks kissing your nether lips. "Baby" you manage to get out gripping either ends of the counter and rolling your hips into his mouth. You lick your lips and throw your head back. He grabs your hips eating you out harder you throw your legs up pointing your toes. Your body was going to surge with pleasure. He sucked your clit one last time and you locked your legs around his neck bucking your hips from you powerful orgasm. Feeling his lips release from your clit. He pulls your legs away from his neck and he stands up sliding down his boxers stroking himself while poking and prodding at your entrance. "Baby, just put it in me" you laugh and whine to him. "Easy, little miss needy" he teases rubbing your entrance with the head of his member some more. You squirm underneath him for the 15th time. At least that’s what it feels like. A feeling only he can give to you. A feeling only he knows how to make you feel. His light hands ghosted over your brown torso. His index finger tracing your belly button. You inhale preparing for him to enter. It never works though with one swift thrust he was inside you causing you to suck in air. He goes slowly even though you’re physically adjusted to his size. He rubs your sides while slowly stroking you. Gentle touches and sweet kisses endowed by him. “You always feel so amazing.” He breathes out. You moan and arch your back grabbing his forearms. You press your back against the counter once again. Johnny reaches around you to cradle your spine in his hand. He brings both hands to support your arched back and lowers himself on top of you. He brings his face to yours and kisses you slowly. Your body feels on fire the way it always does with him. Johnny was perfect for you in so many instances. It was just perfect with him. Johnny would do so much to please you and it sent you right over the edge every time. “I love you so much Johnny” You say your lips nearly touching his. “I love you more Y/N” he says kissing your lips one more time. He breaks the kiss with an audible smack “baby, I’m cumming” he announces he comes up from you and uses his fist to support himself while he pounds into you for his last few strokes. He slams into you deep and let’s himself spill right into you. It was his first time cumming inside you. He always pulled out and came on your stomach or thigh. But you both watched in amazement has he slowly pulled himself out of you letting a bit of his seed drip in the process. You looked at the aftermath. Just over the slight bulge in your stomach he came so much you just weren’t able to contain all of him. You bit your lip smiling at the sight. 

Y/N: I hope it’s a boy  Johnny: I hope so to

He bends down again kissing you small audible pecks you two share as he lays you back on the kitchen counter again.

Thanks for the requests, thanks for reading even though I said I would be more consistent with posting and I FAILED. Thank you for supporting still.

-Kayla

[pennedbyeve]

Outtake one ft. Johnny and Amira

Note:

I don’t usually do holiday shorts, but I’ve been in a real festive mood recently, I also thought it would be a fun to do something light hearted.

I also want to do random outtakes in my stories that are not necessarily full length chapters but little something ever now and then.

Merry belated Christmas + happy holidays y’all. 🎄

Johnny

HE LIVED FOR THE HOILDAYS. Ever since he was a child, it was something that brought him enjoyment, he would enjoy picking out gifts with his mom for Amira - he knew how particular she was, she wanted the Black Barbie with beautiful curls or she would want red playdough and his mom would happily oblige.

This year was no expectation to that. but this time he was providing the gifts for her and not relying on his mother, this year he opted for something more simplistic because he noticed that her style was changing, and evolving into something minimal, he found a local jeweler nearby and he finalized on getting her a gold necklace with her name. The way gold complimented her skin, he knew that she would like it, or at least that's what he had hoped.

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As he wrapped the last present he placed it under his tree - he had spent forever decorating it, he made sure the ornaments were secure and were placed precisely around the tree and the garland were placed on his stairway, everything looked perfect in his eyes and he was hoping that Amira would like it.

As he heard a knock on the door after a few hours, he opened the door and there she was dressed comfortably in a red Christmas sweater that complimented her skin tone along with black leather pants and some combat boots.

“Hey.” She gave him a brief hug as she put down the gifts she got him underneath the tree.

“You didn’t have to get me anything Amira.”

She shook her head, “I wanted to.”

Amira

CHRISTMAS WAS TIME FOR THEM.

She knew that he was going to protest against the gifts, but as long as they had been friends this was her time to express how she felt without directly saying it.

As she maneuvered around the kitchen, she took out the oat milk from the fridge - and then used her hip to close it to make hot chocolate.

“Johnny, do you want marshmallows in your hot chocolate?”

He laughed, “Is that even a question.”

She made their hot chocolate after a few minutes. heading into the living room she could tell he was contemplating on what Christmas movie to watch, to branch out from their usual movie. She handed him the cup before she selected the polar express since they were children this was one of her favorite movies, she pulled the blanket over the both of them as they watched, he watched her, he leaned in as he pulled her in a bit kissing her softly.

“Merry Christmas.”

[pennedbyeve]

I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO THESE PICTURES.

Note:

Hi you guys. I’ve been toying with this idea for a while, but I did not want to publish it for no apparent reason. But after talking to Zee I ripped the bandaid off and here we are. Johnny is my baby and as I write this, Amira has become my other baby. The reason why I named this sunflower is simple - sunflowers are my favorite flower, and the two of them both go through tremendous growth. Though initially they will frustrate you, but that’s what makes a story good in my opinion.

Also friends to lovers is my favorite trope so writing this makes your girl happy without further ado, I hope you all like this.

One

Johnny

CHANGE WAS NEVER A GOOD THING. Well at least to him it wasn’t. He had a steady routine and was not trying to deviate from the normalcy of this thing called life.  He was a creature of habit for sure, today was not an expectation to that. He had stopped by the local coffee shop, near his apartment and he was getting ready for work. The same old mundane 9-5, he hated but it put the food on the table, at least that was a good thing, right? 

The bustling Chicago commute was never something he was ever used to, even though he had been here his whole life, sitting in the uber drinking his lukewarm coffee he was now ready for yet another, Monday morning.  The hustle and bustle never stopped once it was time for him to get out as he clutched onto his coffee mug, he headed into the office buildings, and it was going to be another day of work. 

For the last three years he had been working as an accountant to a local business, he could recall his excitement when he told his mom when he first got hired, but now that the flashness and everything had died down, it felt like everything was on a constant cycle, though he was acclimated to it and adjusted, if he had to pivot, he could.  

Now that he was in his mid-twenties now and he was ready to settle down, he knew that marriage was one thing he had always wanted and desired, but his contenders were not his match, the ones his mom would attempt to set him up with just felt like a mismatch puzzle piece, and he never wanted to force anything.  

He had his own expectations on his own personal wants and desires, but he knew that there was someone out there for him, or at least that’s what he prayed for.  Of course, the doubts and his own insecurites would tell him otherwise, but he had a good solid group of friends – that reminded him that he was indeed worthy of love.  

He saw how his parents operated in their marriage and he knew that one day he wanted that for himself. 

After being at work – he was beyond ready to go, the evening commute was quieter than the morning, and the breeze was something he often looked forward to.

He found himself in the elevator ready to his floor, when he stepped in the scent of vanilla engulfed his nose, as he looked up at there she was – someone he had not seen in over a decade, the emotions that he thought he had moved on from were circulating his brain.

Amira Desiree Bulter, his first best friend from when they first met when they were five, from pinky promises to prom, they did everything together they both had went through ups and downs in their lives and then one summer everything changed. 

He decided to stay in Chicago for college, she went to Atlanta, she had promised they would keep in contact with each other, but that was nothing less than the truth.

The elevator felt like it took forever to reach his floor, he slid past her, being that he was much taller than her it was easier to get off the floor.

Then he saw her step off the elevator along with him and his mind started to go over a mile a minute.

He remembered that Omar, his landlord mention the day prior that someone was moving in, but he did not care to even ask who the person was.

When he made it to his apartment he dug into his pocket, he patted around for his key as he retrieved it out his pocket, he watched as she went across the street to her own apartment, now he wondered how things will play out hopefully, they would just see each other every blue moon and not too often.

“Johnny?”

Her voice was just as he remembered, extremely soft and melodic.  He could tell she was hesitant.

  He turned around to look at her – the last time they saw each other she was a few inches shorter, and her face still had some baby fat.

He couldn’t even form the words to speak to her, and he knew that was going to eat him alive all night.

Amira

SEEING JOHNNY BROUGHT BACK ALL THE FEELINGS. She thought she was over the thoughts she had but they were still fresh in her brain even years later. Leaving Chicago, she made a vow to never come back.   

Atlanta was nice, but she knew she that this was not her forever home, when she got into school her sole focus was bettering herself, but in the back of her mind she could not escape the thoughts of Johnny that circulated in her mind. When she saw him in the elevator the thoughts of seeing him again were never in the cards, so she could not believe her eyes when she saw him.

She knew he had questions, but this was not the time for any of that just yet, now that she noticed they were neighbors there was no escaping him, she prayed that they worked opposite hours because if not it would be so awkward.

As she moved the last box into her house, she was ready for the new beginnings, but the fact that she saw Johnny again, made her question everything to begin with, she put her box braids up into her bonnet, she wanted the night to be over, but her mind kept racing about the what ifs and the endless possibilities, as she laid on the bed, she knew that this was her new reality, and she was ready to face the things that life threw in her way.

[thesafecafe]

What You Did

Request: here

TW: cheating, adultery, swearing, arguing, name calling, mentions of violence (against Johnny & his side hoe), tears, deflection, angst, Husband! Johnny x black! reader, CEO! Johnny, (this was rushed and kinda short), 18+, minors dni, gif not mine, enjoy! 

Disclaimer: This is a fictional depiction for entertainment purposes and is not meant to be taken as a reflection of the idol’s action in real life, nor a guide on his personality.

“What the fuck Johnny! How are you mad? Because you got caught? Because if there’s anyone fucking pissed, it should be me!” You dug your feet in the ground, pulling away from your husband, who had dragged you inside your home after he’d been caught in the act of cheating on you. You had suspected him for quite some time now, but you couldn’t prove it. So you started following him to his little rendezvous, trying to collect evidence, but you’d never caught him. Until today, when you least expected it. Today you’d been at brunch at your favorite restaurant with your friends, telling them about your doubts, when you’d spotted him at another table, smiling and kissing another woman. Your friends had immediately sprung into action, the mimosas they’d had before melting any reservations they’d usually have. 

Your group had approached the table, immediately causing a scene when you realized it was your husband’s secretary who you’d helped get a job at the company. Drinks were thrown, a fight started between your friends and the secretary, and your husband had been slapped at least twice during the altercation. He’d grabbed you up during the chaos, dragging you outside to his car, and driving you home, pissed. He was pacing the floor now, his jaw clenched in annoyance. “Where in the hell did you come from Y/N? Are you  and your little friends spying on me? Do you not care about my privacy?!” He raised his voice back at you, pissing you of further.

“Don’t you fucking dare question me me! What you should be asking yourself is, ‘why did I bring some whore to my wife’s favorite restaurant and why did I kiss her,’ you asshole! With your secretary Johnny, really?! The woman I helped you to hire?” Johnny rolled his eyes, exasperated. “It’s not your favorite restaurant, that’s her favorite restaurant! Yours is down the street, the little taco place! And it’s not like you fucking care about this marriage anyway Y/N! All you wanna do is sit around like some rich snob, and look through magazines all day!” 

He walked towards the bathroom, taking off his suit jacket, but you weren’t done with this conversation, especially not when he was accusing you of being the one in the wrong. “Suh Youngho you bastard, I do care about this marriage! I work my ass off for this marriage! Meanwhile, you’re too busy shoving your tongue down that bitch’s throat to remember that you are the one who wanted me to stop working and operate my boutique from home! I did that for you! And newsflash, idiot! Not only is that my favorite restaurant, it’s where we had our fifth anniversary! It’s not about the fucking restaurant, it’s about what you did!” You yelled, rage running through your veins. 

Johnny turned around suddenly, a scowl etched deep into his brow. “You work your ass off?! That’s rich coming from you! Comical even! I am the one who stays behind after hours to make sure that we have enough money to take care of this damn house that you love to be in all the damn time! I’m the one who pays for all the major bills, like the lights and the gas! Who bought you that new car for your birthday? It sure as hell wouldn’t be you, nor that little boutique you care about so much! I do everything for you, and you’re still ungrateful!” Johnny stood in front of the mirror, loosening his tie. You didn’t know what pissed you off more, how he was deflecting from the real issue to make you the bad guy, or the fact that he wouldn’t look you in the eyes.

“What the fuck does your money have to do with it Johnny, huh? Why are you trying to blame this on me! It was never about money, or who works harder! All I wanna know is why! Why did you do it? Why in the fuck would you do that to me? To us? I thought everything was okay, but all of a sudden, I see my husband lip-locked with some bitch that works in his office every day! I have a right to be pissed, since you don’t seem to give a shit about us! Why’d you do it Johnny? Why?!?” Angry tears spilled from your eyes, as the heartbreak finally overtook you. You continued to scream at him, throwing pillows, books, and anything you could find on your dressers, in his general direction. Your husband dodged what he could, trying to come closer to you. “Stop Y/N! Stop it! Don’t throw anything else!” He caught your wrists in his hands, causing you to struggle against his grip. “No! Not until you tell me why you did it! Why Johnny?!” 

“I don’t fucking know! Alright?! I don’t know.” The air around the both of you thickened in  a tense silence, neither of you knowing what to say. It felt like years were going by, when in reality, only a few minutes had passed. Tears fell from your eyes constantly, but you did nothing to stop them, as both of your wrists were still held by your husband. You looked into each other’s eyes, trying to see who would be the first to speak. You decided to be the one to break the silence. “Well, when you figure out why, you let me know.” You pulled your wrists away from his hands, and walked towards the closet. Your husband watched in disbelief and shock. He didn’t think you’d ever leave, and that was his first mistake. Not only were you packing your bags to leave, but you’d probably file for divorce soon too. On that striking realization, your husband finally sprung into action. 

“Y/N wait! Please... please, I know I don’t deserve it, but could you at least tell me where you’re going? And if you’ll be back?” Your husband was on his knees, the hem of your skirt in his  hands as he  waited for an answer. His head hung towards the ground, still not brave enough to look you completely, in fear of what he’d see in your expression. But you had nothing left to say to him. He’d broken your trust, and your heart. What more could you possibly say? You pulled your skirt out of his hands, and made your way down the stairs, and out of the door. Johnny finally broke down, as he realized he’d truly messed up this time, sobbing into his hands. “What have I done?”

[retrievablememories]

crush on you | johnny

title: crush on you pairing: johnny x black!reader genre: fluff request: “Do you think you could do a scenario about Johnny coming home to Chicago and seeing (black) reader from his hometown and confessing his crush on her�� word count: 3.6k warnings: some cursing, some kissing lol a/n: this southern girl don’t know a thang about chicago so i had to do some research here, don’t eat me up y’all...i’m trying to experiment with writing from multiple POVs so idk if it makes sense but you can tell me if it doesn’t lol

“Ah, it’s cold,” Taeyong rubs his hands together and puffs warm air into them, though it doesn’t do much to take the chill away.

“It’s that Chicago weather.” Johnny chuckles, largely unphased by the temperature outside. With their recent time off affording them a trip to Johnny’s hometown, Mark, Johnny, and Taeyong decided to visit the Chicago Botanic Garden; though it was mostly Johnny’s idea, since the others are still fairly new to the city. 

Every year around this time of the season, the Garden has a light show for the December holidays. Johnny saw it as the perfect opportunity to have some fun while sharing more American festivities with Taeyong and Mark. The other members can never get enough of finding something new and exciting to do whenever they’re overseas.

As they walk through the brightly lit landscape, Johnny catches a glimpse of a familiar face, and his laughter at one of Mark’s jokes trails off. He watches to make sure he’s seeing things correctly; yes, the two girls a few feet away from them. He’s not familiar with the other one, but the first girl is undoubtedly you, someone he remembers from his high school days. Same bright smile, pretty brown skin, and recognizable laughter, though you’ve obviously matured since then.

He tries not to be obvious about staring, but his gaze trails after you like he’s afraid he’ll lose track of you forever. He didn’t really expect to see you again after you both graduated high school, but here you are.

“....you know what I mean?”

“Huh?”

“You totally missed what I said!” Mark sighs. “I’m not telling the joke again—what are you even looking at? You’re completely distracted.”

“A girl,” Taeyong snickers, ducking his head and shoving his hands in his pockets. Mark’s eyebrows rise up to his bangs at that, and Johnny sighs.

“Oh, word? Who?”

Before Johnny can answer, you glance backwards, and the both of you catch eyes. You’re equally surprised to see him, but there is definitely recognition there. He’s almost shocked you remember him; but of course, he’s part of a famous kpop group now, so it’s not impossible to know who he is.

“So it is you,” you say. Your friend gives a knowing grin, and Johnny figures she must’ve been the one to notice he was there. Have you told her about him before? Maybe she’s even a fan of the group.

“You remember me?” Johnny asks, smiling slightly. The 3 men walk up to you and your friend and stop in front of you.

“Well, yes…” you answer. “You aren’t exactly the kind of person one forgets.” Johnny isn’t sure if that’s a good thing or not, but he is admittedly happy that he’s stuck in your mind all this time.

“I could say the same about you.”

You smile politely at that, though you feel a little embarrassed, too. You’re unsure what to say next, and your friend has to come in to save the day once again.

“You can walk with us if you want, the tour’s more fun in a group anyway.” The guys look at each other as if trying to decide if this is a good idea or not, though Johnny seems to have made his mind up already. Still, he leaves it open for you to decide when he says,

“I mean, if you really want us to come. We wouldn’t wanna disturb the good time you’re having or anything…”

“Dude, they’ve already invited us,” Mark snorts.

“Stop playing hard to get, you’re not very convincing,” Taeyong says in Korean, shaking his head at Johnny’s posturing.

Your friend giggles to no end, and all you can do is shake your head at her. “Yes, it’s totally fine. Come on!” You pull your friend along and wave for the other guys to follow.

Soon, though, your friend ends up hanging back a little with Mark and Taeyong as you and Johnny talk, walking through the colorful gardens.

“How long are you gonna be in town?” you ask, studying the small glittering lights all around you.

“A couple weeks,” he answers. “We got some time off, so…I wanted to come back home.”

“That’s nice. I can imagine it would get a little lonely being away from home all the time.”

“It can be, but you get through it…what about you? How’s life been treating you?”

“I’ve been fine...working and just living life and all that. I’m thinking about getting another degree or something, you know, just to feel more accomplished with myself...I mean, nothing as extravagant as being a worldwide star,” you say, laughing as you look at him, “but it’s life.”

“It’s great to be able to do that, though! You should be proud. If you decide to.” Johnny talks excitedly, almost like he thinks there won’t be enough time to say whatever he wants to. You nod at his words, grinning slightly at his fast talking.

“I think you’re right.” You look out across the way to see the tiny snowflakes that have begun to fall more rapidly. They’ve been coming sporadically for the past hour or so, but they’re falling more frequently now.

“Oh, you have one on your eye...” Johnny points to your face and you look at him quizzically. “A snowflake.” You let him get closer to brush it off your eyelash, though it quickly melts under his body heat.

“Thanks,” you say, your body warming from his actions.

Before you know it, your little group has walked around much of the gardens already, and the air is getting cold enough to make your teeth hurt from the chill. “Well, I guess we should be heading home soon,” you say, glancing over to your friend who looks to be having the time of her life with the other 2 men. She pouts at your words.

Johnny nods solemnly. “I’d like to talk to you again, especially since we haven’t seen each other in a while...could I get your number?” Your friend giggles behind you, and you have to resist the urge to give her a look.

“Is that a good idea? I don’t want your managers coming after me with pitchforks or something,” you say jokingly, but you’re partly serious about it, too. Johnny waves his hand, smirking as if it’s not important.

“That’s not a problem. They’re our managers, but they can’t run every aspect of our lives.” Taeyong gives a skeptical look at that but says nothing.

Biting your lip, you decide to take a chance with it. After swapping numbers, you say your goodbyes, with you nearly dragging your friend away as she takes her sweet time smiling and waving. “Girl. If you can manage to calm down on the way home, I’ll find a way to set you up with Taeyong or something, but chill!”

“Girl...don’t say that lightly, I’m holding you to it.”

Johnny lies on his bed in his childhood bedroom, scrolling through his phone. He looks through your Instagram page to see what you’ve been up to for the past few years. Maybe he should feel like more of a creep about it, but Instagram’s contact syncing feature made it ridiculously easy to find your profile, whether he was actively looking for it or not.

Mark already knows what Johnny is up to, and his interest is instantly piqued. “Hyung, how long are you gonna stalk her IG from your private account? This is like the 500th time in 3 days. Just call her if you miss her that bad.” Mark giggles mischievously as he says this. He tries to look over the other man’s shoulder, but Johnny shifts away from him, trying to shield his phone.

“It’s not the 500th time,” Johnny argues, his ears turning pink at being caught red-handed.

“You’re right, it’s the 501st time,” Mark says, making a grab for the older man’s phone. Johnny twists away from him, but he’s not quite fast enough to miss Mark’s swipe. His phone gets knocked out of his hand, though it thankfully hits the bed instead of the floor. Him and Mark end up wrestling around on the bed, with Johnny putting the younger boy in a headlock. Taeyong watches in amusement as the two fight.

“You’re doing too much,” Johnny says, rolling his eyes after letting Mark go.

“I’m doing too much, but you’re the one choking me out,” Mark huffs, fixing his disheveled hair.

In the mad scramble for his phone, Johnny realizes he’s accidentally liked one of your photos and he feels the back of his neck burn with embarrassment. Will you notice it and wonder who the faceless account liking your pictures is? “Fuck,” he blurts out, wondering if he should unlike the photo. You would’ve already gotten the notification for it, so what’s the point?

“What’s wrong?” Mark asks, unable to resist the urge to peek over Johnny’s shoulder again. Johnny elbows him away, and Mark yelps when he gets caught in the stomach.

“Dumbass, you made me accidentally like a photo...one from 2 years ago.”

“It doesn’t matter. I doubt she even cares or will notice it.” Taeyong pipes up from his spot across the room.

“Are you sure? Who isn’t gonna notice a weird ass private profile liking a 2-year-old post?” This time, Mark rolls out of the way before Johnny is able to cuff him upside the head.

Taeyong sucks his teeth. “It really doesn’t matter. You already have her number! Who cares about accidentally liking an Instagram post? She won’t know it’s you either way. Like Mark said, just call her and stop freaking out about it.”

“The fact that she gave you her number at all means she doesn’t see you as a total weirdo, so you have a chance of everything working out,” Mark says, lying back on the bed with his arms behind his head.

“Somehow, I’m not sure if that makes me feel worse or better.”

It doesn’t take Johnny very long to lure you out of your home once you start texting each other. On Friday, you get a message from him that reads:

12:02 P.M. Johnny 🧸 Do you wanna hang out somewhere?? Like today?

12:03 P.M. Very last minute of you, lol. Depends on where you’re gonna take me

12:03 P.M. Johnny 🧸 🙃 I know a spot

12:04 P.M. Where would that be?

12:04 P.M. Johnny 🧸 Do you trust me??

12:04 P.M. ?! Trust you? I’m scared. Where are you even taking me lmao

12:05 P.M. Johnny 🧸 Somewhere cool. But you gotta trust me first. I can show you a whole new world

12:06 P.M. Please. You’re such a cornball :( But okayyy, I’ll go

You give him your address and go to get ready afterwards. You’re unsure what to wear, but it’s always freezing cold this time of year, so you figure you’re safe with bundling up no matter where you’re going.

Johnny comes to pick you up not long after, and you go out to meet him in his car, which is idling in your driveway.

“You look really cute,” Johnny says after you get into the car, his lips curling into a little cat-like grin.

You try to play it cool, though you can’t stop the smile that spreads on your lips. “Mmm, thanks.”

You two make casual small talk on the way to your destination, talking about what you did that week, what you plan to do next week, and the weather—which is cold, cold, and more cold.

You sit up straighter once you finally get to where you’re going, your eyes widening a bit as you look out the window. “The Museum of Contemporary Photography? I don’t think I’ve been here before.”

“Even better. It’s always fun to have a brand-new experience.”

“I’m a little surprised though, you made it sound like we were going on some dangerous mission,” you say laughingly as you both walk into the museum. There’s already a decent amount of people present, lingering around and looking at the exhibits. “Do you live for drama or what?”

“Drama, excitement, it’s all the same thing. It’s what makes life interesting.”

You and Johnny walk through an exhibit from a photographer with a wealth of city and natural scenery photos, though there are a few portraits scattered throughout. Most of them are in black and white, with a smattering of full-color pictures grouped together.

“I haven’t been to a museum in a long time,” you sigh, tucking your hands into your pockets as you walk along a wall of monochrome photos. “I forgot what it’s like to sit back and appreciate art. Sad, huh.”

“Maybe not sad,” Johnny says, trailing after you. “Sometimes life just gets in the way and you can’t do everything you want to.”

“Doesn’t it? I’m sure you’re familiar with that, though...it really has been a while since I’ve been able to actually enjoy something simply for the sake of enjoying it.”

“That’s why I’m here!” Johnny says this cheerfully, his eyes twinkling like he’s just found the answer to all your problems. Or your biggest one, at least. Your face cracks at his goofy grin, and you duck your head while holding in your laughter. “Really, though. What if it was fate that we met up like we did, not even knowing we were gonna be at the same place?”

“Then I’d say the universe has a funny way of operating,” you say, observing a photo of a nighttime skyline.

When you get to the end of the exhibit, Johnny holds his hand out to you. “There’s something I wanna show you.”

You glance at his eyes, which are achingly sincere, and look away when you find you’re too nervous to hold his gaze for long. Though you hesitate for a moment, you take his hand, which is calloused and warm in your own. “Lead the way.”

He takes you further into the museum, eventually leading you to an exhibition room filled wall-to-wall with images of flowers. Your senses are a little shocked by the barrage of colorfulness, a sure contrast to the other artist’s work. Some of the images are big enough to take up half the wallspace, and they’re detailed enough for you to see even the tiniest lines in the flowers’ petals.

“This is amazing,” you whisper, walking closer to see the images in their full glory. You’re not sure if it’s weird to still be holding Johnny’s hand, but he hasn’t let go, so you figure it’s okay.

“I remembered you really liked flowers when we were in high school, although I couldn’t remember which kind…you always wore this one flower pin on your backpack, though.”

“The same one I eventually lost.” You frown a bit at that. It was long ago, but the memory still bothers you; you never found it after it went missing.

“Yeah. I felt kinda bad back then because you seemed pretty upset about it, so…” Johnny shrugs. “I know it’s not the same thing, but…”

“I can’t believe you remembered all that. Or even noticed it, really.” Your heart beats a little faster, though you try to ignore it. This can’t just be a nice gesture between old classmates, right? “Thank you, really. I appreciate this.” You squeeze his hand a little tighter in yours. Johnny smiles at you and squeezes back.

“Are you hungry?” Johnny asks when you get back in the car. You stretch your hands in front of the air vents and shudder at the warm air on your palms, and Johnny’s heart skips a little beat at the cute display.

“Sure. I don’t know what to eat, though...what about you?”

Johnny taps his fingers against the steering wheel. “Hmm, I know a place.”

You glance out the window as the museum’s scenery fades out of view and gives way to the roadway again. It’s not that late yet, but the sun is already looking heavy in the sky—one of your least favorite things about winter. “You seem to know a lot of good hangout spots,” you say teasingly. “But I’m not surprised. You were quite well-known even back then.”

Johnny laughs, a bit embarrassed. “I don’t know about that.”

“Oh, please. A lot of people liked you. Girls, especially.”

Johnny wants to ask you the question that’s just popped into his mind, but he decides to save it for when you get to the restaurant, instead biting his lip and turning your words around in his head.

Johnny ends up taking you to a charming little restaurant that has just about anything you can imagine on the menu, which changes almost daily. You’re not sure how they pull that off with being a little local spot, but you’re not complaining.

The two of you take a table and talk more as you wait for your food to come, moving past the small talk and delving more into your school years. You spend a while there talking and eating, and the hours pass before you’re aware of it.

Johnny watches you sip at your smoothie as the last rays of the evening sun spread across your face, illuminating your eyes and coily hair with their warmth. If he stares any longer, it’ll probably get weird, but he doesn’t want to stop looking. The same feeling that’s got him unable to look away compels him to finally just say something, so he doesn’t think twice when he tells you,

“I’ve always liked you, you know.”

You blink, turning from the window to look at him.

Johnny looks bashful after speaking, which you’re a little surprised about, because you’ve hardly ever seen him look hesitant or afraid about much of anything until today. You stare at him with your eyes incredulous and your straw halfway to your mouth.

“What?”

Johnny chuckles a little, though he feels a little less confident even though he hasn’t received your answer yet. “I like you. When we were in high school, I—yeah. I had a crush on you. Have, I mean—I still do.”

You’re initially unsure how to take this big reveal, especially knowing he still likes you after all this time has passed. Maybe you suspected it from his behavior over the past few days and today, but it’s still a little hard to digest when you know he has thousands of girls throwing themselves at him.

“Why didn’t you say anything while we were in school?” is the first thing you can think to ask.

He shakes his head, looking at his hands. “I don’t really know,” he says weakly. “I thought, maybe, you wouldn’t be interested in me. We weren’t even in the same social circles.”

“Wouldn’t be interested in you...?” you repeat, clasping your fingers together and trying to steady yourself. Your heart is definitely racing right now. “Johnny, I…”

“You don’t have to give me an answer now,” Johnny rushes out. “O-or ever? I just...wanted you to know, I guess...since we’ve met up suddenly and I don’t know if we’ll have this chance again—”

“I...I like you too.”

Johnny’s quiet for a few seconds, registering what you’ve just said, and then he grins widely. “Aww, you like me—that’s so cute!” He grasps your hands as he says this, and you give him a disbelieving look.

“Wow, really?! You’re the one who just confessed to me!” You can’t stop yourself from giggling, though, as he brings your hands to his lips and kisses them all over. “How am I gonna deal with you?”

“You’ll just have to figure it out, ‘cause I’m all yours now.”

The moon is out by the time Johnny takes you back to your place. He insists on walking you to the door even though it’s only a few feet away, and you indulge him on it because you definitely like the extra time being in his presence.

“I’m glad you came out with me today,” he tells you, his eyes warm.

“I’m sure you are, you got a whole girlfriend out of it.”

Johnny smirks at that, leaning into you. “Does this count as our first date, then? Because if it does, there’s something else I want to show you...”

“And what would that be?” you ask Johnny, leaning closer to him in answer to his increased proximity. His response is to close the gap between you, his lips meshing themselves with yours. He kisses you like that for a while, not wanting to let you go, though you eventually have to part to catch your breath.

“Your lips were cold! Felt like I was kissing a vampire at first.” Your breaths puff out in front of you as you say this, laughing lightly. Johnny leans forward and you think he’ll kiss you again, but he tucks his face into the side of your neck, pulling your scarf down, and places a kiss there. You shiver a little at your neck being exposed to the cold, but also for reasons more related to the sensation of his lips on you.

“Does this remind you of a vampire, too?” Johnny murmurs, kissing his way up from the side of your neck to your cheek.

“You’re crazy.” You push his chest, though he pulls your arms to keep you close to him. “You’re gonna get us arrested for public indecency. Have you had enough yet?” You giggle, giving in to his efforts and wrapping your arms securely around his neck.

“Not yet,” he says, pecking your lips again with a smile. “Gotta make up for lost time.”

[retrievablememories]

sweet thang | johnny (t)

pairing: johnny x black!reader genre: implied smut word count: 441

[12:19 a.m.]

Johnny’s presence is...ravenous. He bites his lip in the silence of the room as he sits across from you on your bed, and your eyes are subtly drawn to how his thick thighs stretch the material of his track pants. There’s already a suspicious bulge forming between them, but you pretend not to notice that as your gaze drifts back to the TV, playing on mute.

“You’re so innocent...” He strokes your thigh, speaking lowly, and you feel like he’s the Big Bad Wolf about to eat you alive, with his brown eyes heavy and his lips wanting.

“You always treat me like I’m helpless,” you say, looking back at him intently as his fingers knead your flesh, making you more pliant and defenseless for him. 

“That’s because you’re someone who needs to be protected, sweet girl.” His hand drifts higher on your leg. “Don’t you know that? Many people would like to have you...but you’re mine.” You roll your eyes at his possessiveness, feeling a little embarrassed at how he dotes on you.

Johnny’s hand goes to your neck, holding your throat very gently, without any pressure — just keeping the soft touch there as a potentiality. His lips go to your cheek and jaw, warming the skin, and then your mouth.

“Do you taste like sugar, too?” His tongue slips out to lick across your bottom lip, then he groans and presses deeper, enveloping your lips with his. You respond to his kiss even though you almost don’t want to give him the satisfaction of your pleasure. In his own way, he’s impossible to resist.

Johnny moves closer to you, his knee nestling between your legs, and just that bit of pressure is enough to make you moan softly. You cling to the arm of Johnny’s sweater as he kisses you deeply enough to overwhelm you and fill your head with roses. Johnny pulls away from the kiss, and there’s the quiet smack of your lips as he does. 

“You’re mean,” you sigh as he stops you from moving forward to chase him for another kiss. His hand shifts its position around your neck, feeling your pulse throbbing against his palm. Johnny only nods to your accusation, his eyes slowly surveying your form as if he wants to prove what a menace he is. He leans close again, and you wonder how long he’s going to keep up this back and forth game as he thumbs your chin and makes you look him directly in the eye.

“I haven’t shown you mean yet,” Johnny says, the edge of this thumb pressing into your lip. “I’m going to break you open.”

[retrievablememories]

a sudden desire | johnny (m)

title: a sudden desire pairing: johnny x black reader genre: fluff, smut, fantasy/sci-fi summary: when you make an emergency landing on an ice planet, you have no choice but to seek refuge for the night. word count: 5.4k warnings: detailed description of an injury, mentions of violence, tending to wounds, mentions of insecurities, heavy petting, fingering, some dirty talk, unprotected sex—do not try at home!! 🔞 a/n: this exists in the same universe as my other fic, empathy. i’m developing this universe literally as i go, so plz excuse any plot holes, illogical shit, etc. i feel like this might be a bit too similar to another fic i wrote on here, but whatever chile it’s an excuse for some johnny smut so...bone app the teeth

The cold bites into your nose, fingertips, lips—the very bone marrow of your body. All you can do is shudder against the strong, icy wind beating across your skin and cling tighter to the backpack on your shoulders. You flex your fingers on the backpack straps to keep the blood circulating in them, though that doesn’t do much good when they hurt too much to move properly.

“Fuck, it’s freezing,” Ten curses beside you, and you’d agree if your lips didn’t feel frozen shut. Out of all places for your ship to give out, it’s just your luck that it happened on Kankara. Ice planet or not, though, you all made it out only by the skin of your teeth. The raiders who were on your tail would’ve surely taken advantage of the ship’s ruined state—one that they caused—if Laila and Lucas hadn’t taken them out with their gunning skills.

You, Ten, Lucas, and Laila huddle together near the entrance of the repair garage as you watch Johnny transfer the team’s credits to the repairman. Surprisingly, he’s one of the few other humans you’ve encountered in your travels across the galaxy, and it makes you wonder how he ended up here.

You already know there aren’t going to be many credits left after paying to fix the extensive damages the ship sustained, which is even more reason to get it in working order again. Because once it’s running, you can seek more missions—and more bounties.

“What’s the cheapest place around here that we can crash at for a while?” Johnny asks the man once he takes his Unit Pad back. The man scoffs, throwing him a look that’s equal parts sympathetic and amused.

“Not many hovercabs run around here, especially this time of night. The closest and cheapest place you’ll reach on foot is Drakar’s Motel...but it ain’t shit to write home about.” The man gives Johnny the directions. Most of what he says goes in one of your ears and out the other. You’ll be amazed if half of your brain isn’t frozen by the time you get indoors.

Laila sighs at the prospect of shacking up in a strange place. “I wish we could take the smaller craft,” she says, stomping her feet like a child.

“Too bad it got damaged too,” Lucas says, rubbing her shoulders in a futile attempt to warm her up. “These raiders are fuckin’ ruthless, man.”

“I guess it’ll have to do,” Johnny sighs, pocketing his pad and making his way back to the group. He reaches for one of your hands and you uncurl it from your backpack strap to take his. It’s an effort, but you feel better the instant his skin is on yours, so you think it’s worth it.

The snow never stops falling on this planet. It’s a perpetual winter, only much less jolly and welcoming than your typical winter wonderland. There doesn’t seem to be much of anything here. Just scattered buildings, empty streets, snow, and more snow—like a frozen desert. You don’t mind a bit of cold weather every now and then, but this is an extreme you don’t think you could ever get used to.

Kankara’s neighboring moons hang large in the sky, providing ample light to travel by. At least you don’t have to worry too much about whatever’s lurking in the dark.

Thankfully, you don’t have to walk the streets for too long before a bright glow begins manifesting through the ice and snow, as if some holy mirage. The slanted edges of a building come into focus, and it becomes clear that this is the motel’s silhouette.

“Finally!” Ten kicks a mound of snow in front of him and it sprays up around Laila, who promptly blesses him out for dousing her in more cold. As usual, Lucas has to squeeze his way in between them to stop the ensuing mess.

The first thing you notice about the motel is its neon sign. Not all of the letters work, so it looks more like “a a’s ote” than “Drakar’s Motel.” You simply chuckle and roll your eyes at that. If you were the one who had to come out in this cold to fix the letters, you’d leave the shit alone too.

There’s not much to see on the outside of the motel, with white powder covering nearly every inch of its exterior. You have to admit that it looks quite small, though, even from farther away.

When you all get inside, you realize it’s not much better. The temperature in the lobby is only a few degrees higher than the outside, at most. Not brutally cold anymore, but certainly not enough to warm anybody up. The lobby itself is barely bigger than one floor of your ship, and the burning fluorescent lights make you feel like a bug pinned underneath a glass pane, strangely lit up and displayed for all to see.

An extraterrestrial you recognize as a Vykyll sits behind the check-in counter reading a magazine. They’re balancing their chin on one of their tentacles, looking half-asleep and extremely bored with their job...or with life itself. Their nametag reads “Srynei.”

Srynei looks up from their magazine and gives you all a weary expression. “Before you even ask, there are only two one-beds available. The other rooms are either occupied or defunct.”

“One bed?” Lucas echoes, his eyes widening. He looks stuck between incredulity and annoyance.

You and Johnny glance at each other. He shrugs. “Well…it’s not like we have the money to pay for anything better, anyway.” He takes out his Unit Pad to hand to the alien. “Book it for five nights.”

Srynei places their magazine down and takes out a Unit Pad with the motel’s logo on it. “2 rooms for 50 credits a night...you got it.”

“Defunct? What does that mean?” Laila asks, furrowing her eyebrows.

“It means we can’t stay in those rooms, dumbass,” Ten replies, flicking her forehead. She catches his wrist before he can pull away fast enough and twists it, making him yelp in pain.

“I know what it means, watermelon head. I’m asking, why are they defunct?”

“Burst pipes, leaks, shattered windows from the sheer amount of cold...not my problem, though, I just check in the guests.” Srynei rolls their eyes as if they’re exhausted with the absurdity of the entire situation. You can’t imagine how many off-world visitors Kankara gets for the motel to still be in business, but stranger things have happened.

After the transaction is finished, Srynei holds out two room keys and you take them. 102 and 105, which means at least you won’t have to venture back out to use the stairs.

“So who’s sleeping with who?” Laila asks.

“I thought that was obvious,” Lucas snickers, wrapping his arms around her and Ten’s shoulders. He squishes them against his body in a too-tight hug and they both complain for air. “We should all leave these two,” he nods his head in your and Johnny’s direction, “to themselves, shouldn’t we?” It makes sense. The statement is innocent enough, but the sly faces of your three friends reveal their true thoughts.

“Can you not?” You laugh nervously, tossing Lucas the key for room 105. “I’m about ready to hit the sheets, so…” You don’t wait for his response before making your way down the hall, which is a tad narrower than you’re comfortable with. Everyone else will probably end up walking single-file to fit through. “God, this place is a claustrophobic nightmare.”

You fit the key in the lock and try to keep your mind off what Lucas just said. With some success. Okay, not a lot.

You and Johnny have been together for a little over 5 moon cycles now, but it’s safe to say you haven’t done much other than kiss and cuddle—which is mostly fine with you. But sometimes, you wonder how he feels about it and if he’s...content with it? Or maybe even growing tired of it? You feel bad for even thinking like that, because you know he doesn’t care and you shouldn’t either, but…

This isn’t the first time you’ve slept in the same bed together, but now that’s it been brought up, you can’t keep your mind off the subject of doing more. And as if on-cue, it makes your oh-so-familiar self-doubts rise to the surface.

“Are you okay?” Johnny’s voice interrupts your thoughts. His hand clasps over yours, and that’s when you realize you’ve been fumbling with the key in the lock for a good few moments now. He steadies your hand and helps you finally turn the key and unlock the door. “You must be really cold, let’s get you inside.”

“It’s not gonna be much warmer in there...” you say. The other three are already raising hell as they try to squeeze past each other in the small corridor, and you know it’s going to be a long few days.

The room is just as small as you expect it to be—and just as cold. There’s a heating and air conditioning unit by the window, though you doubt even it works judging by the room’s temperature. “Sometimes I feel like we never left Earth. Some of this stuff is so similar…” You wonder if the motel was purposely modeled after its Earth-based counterparts, or if there simply weren’t enough funds to spring for more advanced alien tech.

You don’t know a lot about Kankara, but you’ve heard it mostly described as a vast and cold-hearted place. The latter characteristic is undeniable of the weather, but you don’t know if you can make that kind of snap judgment for the planet’s inhabitants. Living somewhere like this will make anyone’s ambitions and hopes shrink to near nothingness, centering more on survival than basic pleasures.

“Takes getting used to,” Johnny sighs, closing the door and stripping off his two outer jackets as carefully as possible. “It’s like déjà vu.”

“You should get cleaned up,” you say, fiddling with the switches on the HVAC. As you thought, nothing works. That’s lovely.

“You should go first.” Johnny comes over to you and rubs his hands on your arms to try and warm you up.

“No way, I’m not the injured one here. I’d think you need it more than me.”

“Isn’t the first and probably won’t be the last. I’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure?”

Johnny moves your braids to the side and kisses your cheek in what is usually an innocent gesture. Him saying, “Don’t make me beg,” immediately after, though, makes it decidedly less so.

“O-okay,” you squeak, rushing to grab your clothes and head to the bathroom.

The bathroom is plain as hell, but clean, at least. You scrub off as much of the day’s dirt and grime as you can. Thankfully, the water isn’t as cold as the rest of the place, but it still isn’t as warm as you’d prefer.

Johnny takes his turn after you dress and come out. You climb onto the bed and notice that a portion of the window is in view—he must’ve pushed the drapes back. You stare out of the glass, watching the snow fall endlessly and wondering how it never piles higher. It’s as if the planet is in stasis, perpetually frozen on both a physical and time-based level.

Johnny comes out of the shower shirtless and looking not much happier than he was when he got in. His mouth is tucked into that straight line that always makes you laugh. “The hot water only lasted about 2 more minutes before it cut out on me, so that was fun.”

You try not to snort. “That’s tragic, Johnny.”

“Truly a modern tragedy,” he says sarcastically, brushing his wet bangs out of his eyes. He glances at you over his shoulder as he puts his worn clothes away. “Maybe we could take a shower together next time.”

“I’m sure,” you murmur, embarrassed, tucking your knees up close to your chest.

You glance at the wound just below the left side of his ribcage. It’s mostly scar tissue, no thanks to the cauterizing heat of the blaster shot that struck him, but it still looks horrible. And it must feel similarly, with the way he moves around the room being extra careful of it.

“You need to redress it,” you tell him.

“I know,” he sighs, his shoulders slumping at the thought of doing that. Johnny turns back to look at you, a pout on his bow-shaped lips. “Will you help me?”

A small smile crosses your lips. “Okay.” Johnny roots around in his pack for the medical supplies he remembered to pack before you all ditched the ship. He takes out the roll of bandages, AntiBac Gel, and bandage clips and hands them to you before gingerly climbing on the bed, propping a pillow against the headboard to lean on.

“We’re lucky we got away when we did,” you say, spreading the AntiBac over the wound. “Those bastards wouldn’t let up…”

“We definitely would’ve been way worse off without the others,” Johnny agrees. He glances at your hand moving across his skin. “Seeing you fight always reminds me of when we first met, though…all those training sessions we had, I mean.”

“Why?” You grimace slightly at the scarred edges of the wound. Not because you’re disgusted, but because you feel bad at how painful it looks.

“Back then, you were ruthless…and it fascinated me. Even though I’m not a huge fan of violence.” His lips twitch as if he doesn’t mean to smile about it, but he does anyway. “And you’re still the same but it’s...like, different, you know?”

“I’m afraid I don’t.” You laugh, unraveling the bandage and beginning to wrap it around his chest.

“I can’t explain it,” he says, looking at you from behind his still-soggy bangs. You glance at him, drinking in the curve of his cheekbones and his chin in the light of the bedside lamp. “It’s just...everything seems a little different when you’re in love with someone.”

Your fingers falter with the bandage for a second, and you hope he doesn’t notice. If he does, he doesn’t acknowledge it. “I suppose I can’t argue with that,” you say. “But...I’m just doing what has to be done. To keep ourselves alive. It gets scary out there, and…” You falter, unsure what to say. Or if you should say what you’re thinking.

“And you can’t live without me?” Johnny says, putting his hand over his heart.

“You literally never get tired, do you?” You grin, finishing the bandage and securing it with the clips.

“I dunno, sometimes. I am just a human, after all.” Johnny brings a hand up to tuck a stray braid back into your scarf. He lies back on the small bed when you’re done, taking your hand in his and kissing it. “Thank you, my queen. How can I ever repay you from saving me from a certain demise?”

“You’re such a clown.” You shake your head, laughing and pulling away from him long enough to put away the makeshift first-aid kit.

After you store the supplies, you climb back onto the bed. It’s barely enough for the both of you, let alone Johnny’s big body, and you find yourself nearly on top of him. You mentally will your palms not to sweat as you sit in such close proximity to him while he’s half-naked. You do enjoy it, though. A lot. You find yourself tracing one of his many old scars—one long line extending across his bicep—with your gaze.

“Didn’t you get that one from the day we escaped the EECA?” you ask quietly.

Johnny glances at it and nods, his lips curling into a slight smile. “Mm...yeah. Remember when Lucas kissed you that day?”

“I don’t want to remember.” Your skin grows hot with the memory, though more out of embarrassment than anything else.

“Did you enjoy it?” His eyes crinkle with laughter.

You give him a skeptical look. “No, not really!? We didn’t know each other that well then, and I don’t like having my personal space invaded.”

Johnny considers that, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth before looking at you. “What about me?” His tone lowers and he inches closer, glancing at your lips.

You raise your eyebrows and place a hand on his chest. “I know you aren’t trying it with a serious wound right now.”

“I’m already halfway hard.” He smirks, adjusting his sleep pants.

Your chest warms straight through, enough to make you forget all about the frigidness of the motel room. You feel both anxious and enthralled. The two emotions create a conflicting dichotomy inside of you, and it makes you uncertain of how to respond. You shove his shoulder, making sure to be careful of his side. “What kind of freak gets off on having their wounds tended to?”

You both laugh, but Johnny grins nervously after a moment, suddenly becoming much more shy than he was a few minutes ago. “You know it’s all just me being silly, right? You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I just want you to be comfortable.”

You just hum and look at him, regarding his features, before kissing him very tenderly on the lips. “I know, John.” After you pull away, you continue observing each other, though it doesn’t feel awkward, just—tense. Without a word, you both lean in and kiss again, a little deeper than before. His hand cradles the side of your face and neck, drifting between the two as if he isn’t sure where to settle.

Johnny licks into your mouth and you respond in kind, sliding your arm across his shoulders to pull him a little closer. Your touch is often still tentative with him, especially when you’re more intimate like this, still not quite sure if you’re allowed to have this, if it’s okay to indulge.

Johnny pulls away slightly to rest his forehead on yours, his lips still moving against your mouth when he speaks. “We...really don’t have to if you’re not ready,” he says, sounding slightly winded from the kiss alone.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” you respond. You touch the hem of the bandages where they meet his skin, a little above his abs, and your hand keeps hovering there, unsure if you can touch him that way.

“It doesn’t matter,” he responds, moving closer to kiss you again.

You don’t know how long you sit there simply kissing each other, tasting each other’s lips as if there will never be enough of this—this sweetness shared between you.

After a beat of hesitation, you allow yourself to touch his abdomen, feeling the firm indentations of muscle underneath your hand. He’s impossibly warm even though you’re on an ice planet—it’s like he’s his own personal space heater. His skin is soft under yours, and he smells good enough to drown in forever.

In response to your touches, Johnny’s hand leaves your face and travels to your side, sliding down your waist and lower to your hip. His fingers are close to the inside of your thigh, moving over the fabric of your pajama pants.

Your hand drifts to the waistband of his pants, too, though you hesitate to go further. You realize with a bit of surprise, though, that you very much want this, more than you possibly let yourself believe. There are still many things you’re apprehensive about doing or saying with Johnny, but in this present point in time, you feel positive that you want to feel him in, around, under, over top of you—it doesn’t matter how.

Johnny’s lips separate from yours, and he moves his mouth to the soft skin of your cheek, ear, jaw, neck. Wherever he can reach is fair game at this point. “You can touch me. If you want.” He says this while kissing your neck, letting his voice vibrate across your nerves and seep into the very fibers of your being.

You take up his offer.

You tentatively slide your hand past the waistband. You don’t go underneath his underwear, but that’s fine for you. For the both of you. Instead, you feel him over the fabric, caressing the curve of his hardening cock and teasing the sensitive head with trembling fingers. Johnny moans softly against your neck, sighing and pressing his hips a little closer into your hand.

“Should I let you have all the fun?” he asks, kissing your throat.

“No,” you reply, breathless but still amused, “that wouldn’t be very fair, would it.”

Johnny vocalizes his pleasure and agreement when his fingers slip lower, pressing between your legs and gliding over your clit through the layers of your clothing. Your breath hitches, but you don’t stop stroking his dick, and he grows bolder with his own actions, sliding his hand up and away—only for a second—and then down into your pants, burdened with one less layer and giving you more calculating touches.

He strokes your clit as if he’s never touched anything so gently, and it makes you grip the back of his damp head and pull him closer to you, if at all possible. He answers that need for proximity by coming back up to claim your lips again, your tongues gliding against each other’s in the room’s quiet.

Your fingers are sticky from Johnny’s precum leaking into his underwear and onto your hand, and likewise, you are growing increasingly wetter in his hold.

Johnny moves as if he means to climb on top of you, but he winces and grunts halfway through the motion and you stop, looking at him with wide eyes.

“Are you hurt? I told you this wasn’t a good idea…”

“Stop worrying about me,” he says, though he doesn’t try to move again. “It’s just a little pain...but, um...maybe on the side is better.”

You nod, and you both spend a few awkward seconds shuffling around on the bed so Johnny is spooning you instead, your back to his front. You feel a little disappointed about not being able to see him, but that dissipates when he resumes touching you and kissing your nape. You mean to reach behind you to take care of him, too, but he seems content with gently rocking his hips against your ass, grinding his dick between your cheeks.

“Is this enough for you?” he asks, his voice soft and deep.

“W-what?” You can guess what he means, but being asked takes you off guard.

“Do you like how I’m touching you?” Johnny applies a little more pressure on your clit when he asks this, and you try unsuccessfully to not shudder like a leaf in a windstorm at the sensation. Combined with the sound of his voice, it’s an electrifying kind of feeling. “Or do you want more?”

It seems like every part of your body is throbbing with yes. “I...want more.”

Johnny lays a kiss against your shoulder. You feel him pull your underwear to the side and drag his middle finger against your clit and down to your hole, teasing you as if he doesn’t think he’ll insert it. Your body tenses and you moan. You don’t know if you should press back against his dick or into his hand, and it’s the sweetest, yet hardest, decision you’ve ever had to make.

Johnny finally eases his finger inside of you and makes a sound you can’t quite distinguish. “Is this all for me?”

“W-who else would it be for?” Your words are almost lost to the pillow as you use it to muffle your increasing sounds.

“I’m flattered, really. You shouldn’t have,” he snickers, pumping his finger into you. He makes sure to drag his palm across your clit as he does, carefully but firmly enough to make you pant. He caresses your inner walls until he finds your G spot and then focuses his energies on pleasuring that part of you.

“Shit...Johnny…” You curl your fingers into the fabric of the sheets beneath you.

Johnny slips another finger into you, and the stretch sets your nerves on fire with a more intense bliss. His mouth returns to your skin, kissing and licking and biting you everywhere.

“Johnny, please…” You reach back to grasp his hair, needing something to hold onto. He slips his right hand to your front, grasping one of your breasts through your shirt and running his thumb over the hardened nipple. You two are a tangle of limbs at this point, blurring into each other in the best possible way.

Your abdomen grows tense and your stomach warms as you come closer to your orgasm. You find yourself gripping Johnny’s arm, wanting him deeper inside of you, yet nearly wishing he’d stop for fear of being overwhelmed.

“Are you gonna come? Good. I wanna feel you gush around me,” Johnny whispers into your ear. He slips his right hand past the collar of your shirt, palming your bare breasts and pinching your nipples between his fingers.

You moan brokenly as the cord tethering you to your composure snaps, making you come and clench around Johnny’s fingers. The sound of him fucking you with his hand grows wetter, and you hear Johnny cursing in response.

Just when you think you can’t take anymore of his fingers curling into your spot, he pulls them out and puts them in his mouth, sucking them clean.

“You taste so good.” Johnny sounds drunk with lust—as if him rutting against your ass wasn’t enough of an indicator. You crane your head towards him, grip his chin, and bring his lips down to yours, tasting yourself on his mouth. He kisses you hungrily as soon as your lips meet. You almost have to pry him away to say your next words.

“I want more...” you say quietly against his lips.

Johnny smirks. “How much more?”

“You know what I want.”

“Hm...do I?”

“John…”

“Yes, queen?”

You blow air through your nose in lieu of cackling outright. “Inside me, please.”

Johnny gives you a soft peck before gripping the waistband of your underwear and pushing it down your legs. You help him slide them off the rest of the way, and he does the same for himself. His dick springs up between you, flushed and wet with precum. He grips it and guides it between your thighs, though he doesn’t enter you just yet.

The tip is sticky as it pokes against your thigh and then slides through your lower lips. You shudder at feeling him so close to you, hard and warm and yearning. He rubs against you like that for a few moments, his shaft stimulating your clit and making you leak onto him even more, his dick glistening with it. Johnny grasps your hip and moves your body in tune with his own movements, and you swear you see a tiny explosion of stars every time the vein on his cock rubs your clit.

“You’re killing me,” you sigh, rolling your head against the pillow before quickly stopping. You don’t need the hassle of retying your scarf if it comes off—and God knows it will if you continue.

“I think I’ve tortured us both enough.” Johnny places the tip at your entrance and slowly inches inside. Even that much makes you gasp, and you continue whimpering as he spreads you open with his thick shaft. Johnny’s breaths grow more labored, and he groans long and low when he finally bottoms out.

There’s little room left for words when he starts thrusting, taking it slower than you expected—but you don’t mind. Even though you’re already soaking and pliable from his earlier actions, he takes his time with fucking into you, guiding you along his length and pushing his hips to meet yours in an intimate rhythm. When he brushes against that same sensitive spot with his dick, you feel like your body’s been gripped with an almost painful kind of pleasure. One that holds onto you and refuses to ever let go.

It’s all so overwhelming.

“I love you,” he moans, pushing his cock in and dragging it back out with all the leisure in the world, “so much.” Your mouth falls open, and you want to say something back, anything, but you can’t make the words come out. Instead, you’re taken aback as tears spring to your eyes, choking you and closing your throat off to any sentiment you might want to express.

This isn’t the first time he’s told you that. You both know this well. But within this context, it makes your head spin with a new kind of dizziness. It all feels so good, too good, too much to bear.

You bite his arm to keep yourself silent, though it’s too late, and he feels your tears dripping onto his skin. Johnny handles you as if you’re made of glass, drawing your face towards his as he looks at you and wipes your wet cheeks. You still aren’t comfortable crying in front of him, but he never minds.

“Look at me,” he says. Johnny’s still moving inside you, sliding into you all slick and deep, and it makes you feel nearly too vulnerable to tolerate, as if you’ve been flayed open. But you do it anyway, latching onto his warm eyes. His skin shines from a thin layer of sweat, and it makes his hair stick to his forehead. The lamp light hitting his face makes his eyes look like two never-ending pools of warm honey, and he cups your face and kisses you tenderly when you lock eyes, and it’s all just too much.

“John, holy fuck.” You don’t really mean to say that, of all things, but it can’t be stopped once your orgasm floods through you, only it isn’t the violent and quick kind—it’s more of a slow buildup that finally bursts apart, spreading ecstasy through your whole body. You moan and tremble uncontrollably as Johnny slowly strokes you through your climax, still rubbing your clit and fucking into you deep.

Everything becomes a tiny bit blurrier for you, but you don’t fail to notice his own reactions as he grows closer, his thighs trembling from the effort of keeping his pace even. Finally, Johnny crushes your body against his as if you could melt together, pulling out to cum over your thighs and stomach. He buries his face into your shoulder and groans against you, and it’s a sound you think you’ll want to hear for the rest of your life. He keeps stroking his dick in between your thighs until he’s spent, his chest heaving from the effort of it all.

You both lie there for a few long minutes, simply trying to catch your breath. You still feel the dried tears on your face, though you try your best to ignore them, not wanting to ruin the moment with unwelcome feelings.

Johnny pulls his hand out of your shirt and sits up, though it takes an extra bit of strength on his part. You feel strangely guilty about how much you dislike suddenly being parted from his touch. As if he can sense your unease, Johnny grasps your hand in both of his and gives it a long kiss before going to the bathroom.

You hear the water running. Then, Johnny comes back quickly with a small towel. He climbs onto the bed and helps you into a sitting position.

“I’m sorry it’s not warm.” He smiles sheepishly, dabbing the washcloth against your cheeks as he erases the remnants of the tears.

You give him a small smile in return. “Nothing on this planet is.”

He cleans the mess he left on your lower body before tending to himself. After he’s done, you both pull your clothes back on—because it’s far too cold to sleep without anything on—and Johnny finally finds a shirt.

In the dark of the room, you curl up against each other to keep out the chill. When you wake up in the morning, you know you’ll be greeted to more cold and snow. It’ll still be days before you can return to your ship. Depending on how many credits are left, you might have to swap a few meals for Reserve Paks instead of eating decent food. You can already taste the lukewarm, oatmeal-like consistency of it in your mouth.

Despite that...you still have your friends and teammates. You still have Johnny. Maybe this could be a peculiar form of happiness. Maybe this could be contentment. Something that belongs wholly to you.

You trace a circle on the back of Johnny’s hand, studying his features illuminated by the moonlight spilling through the blinds. You shuffle closer to be level with his ear, and he blinks at you sleepily.

“I love you too.”

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hiya cld I request a Johnny fluff/smut where he meaningfully expresses his deep love for y/n and how he loves everything abt her: her laugh, hair, stretch marks etc xxxx

Absolutely and thank you for your request ❤️

Love.

That was just the simple way of putting it, how he felt about you.

You were his day, his night, his love of his life. There’s feelings that he feels towards you that don’t have words to explain them. That that don’t pinpoint a certain feeling.

These are all things Johnny felt now kissing your up your legs.

You’re amazing legs, that he loves so much. They way you walk, like your the baddest bitch to ever grace the room you enter. How they get weak when he bends you over, taking you from behind.

Getting to your thighs, he noticed the tiger stripes.

It’s what he called your stretch marks, to make you feel more confident about them. Cause he loved them, with every fiber of his being. Squeezing the soft flesh of your thighs. Trailing kisses inside, outside your thigh. He would kiss every stretch mark if he could. “So fucking beautiful.” He whispered, looking up at you.

Johnny was madly in love with every part of you, your soul, your personality, your beliefs, your body. He couldn’t get enough of you, infatuated just by your mere presence. He wanted to serve for you, do all you wanted him to. To worship you, like the queen you were to him.

Pressing a soft kiss to your clit he felt you tremble underneath him. A cocky yet satisfied grin creating up on his lips, directing his gaze at you for a moment before back to your body.

Johnny then moves on to your lower stomach. How great it looked in bikinis and crop tops that you wore. How he oh so loved to wrapped his arms around it, in a hug. How it arched up everytime your pleasure got overwhelming.

“Your body is so perfect.” He spoke into your flesh, rubbing your skin tenderly as he left trails of kisses all over it.

Then moving on to your boobs, squeezing them as he kissed the valley between them. He loves those too, how they bounced when he pounded into you. How they perfectly sat on your chest. How pretty they sat in lace bras you wore for him. How they could be used as a pillow during a cuddle sensation.

Johnny moves his kisses to your arms and wrists. Loving how good those looked tide up behind your or above you.

Then your neck, imagining how it was just littered with hickeys and love bites just a week ago.

And then your face.

That beautiful face.

That he got to see with no makeup, that he got to see make so many love faces; That he got to see smile and be happy.

And laugh, your beautiful that that you did just now.

Made him crack a smile.

“What’s so funny?” He asked, looking down at you with a smile.

“Nothing,” you smiled, focusing on his lips then back at his eyes.

“I love you.” Johnny mumbled.

“I love you too.” You replied, before your lips got captured into a kiss with his soft lips on yours.

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I’m not sure if this is what you meant

But thank you again ❤️