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snowball-doie · 3 months ago

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| pairing: Johnny x fem!Reader

| warnings: 18+ MDNI. Angst. Drunk Johnny. Mention of death threats from sasaengs.

| wc: 3.3k

| aurora's note: yoinked this from my johnny x manager!oc book.

From your shared apartment in Gangnam, the drive to Incheon International Airport Terminal 1 was about an hour and some change— So about an hour and a half, being kind. Throughout the ride, Johnny was holding your hand while you rested your head on his shoulder, your fingers playing with his knuckles. Neither of you could think of anything to say. You were pretty sure that if you even looked at each other, then you would have broken down, because you kept tearing up and glancing out window so that Johnny wouldn’t have to see how much your heart was hurting.

Watching the parks of Hangang pass by while speeding down the highway, seeing all the people having a fun time in the sun, playing sports, sitting on picnic blankets, skateboarding, jogging… You asked yourself what your day would have looked like if you and Johnny had never gotten that email from the execs about the sasaengs who were sending you death threats. Would you and Johnny be at work? Would you and Yuta be going out for coffee? Maybe you and Ten would have had a day to yourselves because he was free more recently. Or maybe you would have randomly ended up at Hangang like everyone else, sitting on a picnic blanket, hiding in the shade next to Johnny, eating unhealthy convenience store snacks and drinking coffee.

And then as you passed Namsan Tower, you recalled the time you surprised Mark for his birthday while they were filming the Baggy Jeans music video in front of the tower. Things were so normal back then. It was happy.

You quickly squeezed Johnny's hand hard to stop yourself from crying.

At the airport, you got out first on the side closest to the sidewalk while Johnny scooted to the door on your side. The driver attempted to open the trunk and take the suitcases out for the you, but Johnny rushed to beat him there, insisting that he could do it instead, prompting the driver to shrug and return to his seat, all while Johnny silently focused on the bags and making sure nothing happened to them in the process- Not a scratch or a dent. You knew that his hyperfocus on such a meaningless task was his way of distracting himself from reality. The one in which you were only a few minutes away from saying goodbye to each other for who knew how long.

When you moved to grab your bags, Johnny snatched the handlebars away with one big grasp of his left hand, and he closed the trunk with his right. You stared at him. What were you supposed to say that would be of comfort to him? What were you supposed to do? You were just as unsure and scared as he was, how were you supposed to find the right thing— Oh. Perhaps that was how he felt, too… Maybe he knew just how scared you were, just how much you didn’t want to leave him, and because he felt the same way and knew that he was helpless to the situation, he couldn’t find the proper words, which was why he elected to say nothing and instead took charge of what he could control.

“Johnny…” you croaked, not loud enough for him to hear, though, after he grabbed your hand and began leading the way inside. “Let me take the bags,” you said a bit louder.

“I’ve got them.”

Did he? There were two large roller suitcases, and it was obvious that he was having a hard time wrangling them while also keeping you close. He could have at least surrendered one to you! But no, he led you inside without a word or acknowledgement of your offer to help.

After you checked in at the front desk, Johnny rolled your carryon suitcase towards security. You stopped just short of the entrance, a few travelers slightly inconvenienced by your positioning, so you shifted towards the side slightly so that you could say your proper goodbyes. You looked around awkwardly. You and Johnny were trying to have a moment given the terrible circumstances, and people were just… standing there, walking by, or awkwardly walking down the hallway where the security guards were waiting for you to finally step forward with your passport and boarding pass.

You couldn’t even bear to look up at him, that was how much shame and depression was churning in your stomach. Johnny wouldn’t let that slide, however. There was no universe in which you wouldn’t get your proper goodbye because of any ounce of sadness, anger, or anxiety you two were feeling. So he made you look up at him by tilting your head up with a thumb under your chin so that you couldn’t look away in any direction.

“You’re sure?” he asked you quietly one last time.

You nodded.

He sighed deeply. “I love you so much, baby…” He wiped your cheeks. “So much.”

“I love you, too.”

Suddenly, the two of you reached for each other simultaneously so that you were hiding against his chest and his head was resting on top of yours. It sucked being forced out of your home for who knew how long... It sucked that you would have to be away from Johnny for so long... And it sucked that neither of you wanted to say goodbye but knew that you had to before someone would figure out who the two of you were and snap a photo. So Johnny pulled away in order to kiss you gently while his fingers twirled the wedding ring around your finger. You saved every moment of that last kiss. From the second his lips made contact with yours, to the way he tilted his head in the other direction while inhaling so that he could deepen the kiss, up until the point you had to push yourself away or else you'd talk yourself out of leaving, which wouldn't have benefitted anyone.

"I'll call you when I land," you croaked, stealing your bag back from him.

Johnny stayed silent as he stood there, towering over you, his grey hoodie covering the majority of his face and body, his long, dangly arms searching for your hands again so that he could fidget with your ring, but you continued to stay out of reach.

"I love you," you said one last time.

Johnny gulped and sighed, wiping a tear from his cheek. "I love you too."

And with that, you forced yourself to walk away from him and down the hallway towards the security guards who took your passport and boarding pass for inspection before having you go through the scanners. Behind you, Johnny was watching from the glass windows. His hands were buried in the pocket of his sweatshirt, but after you went through the metal detector without any issues, you turned around to see that he was fidgeting with his own ring while crying. He tried to provide you with a brave smile, but that made him crumble even more. Before you knew it, both of you were walking in opposite directions.

“How was your day?” Johnny asked quietly yet caringly.

You nodded. “I got that new boy group I'm working for scheduled for music shows and community performances next week when I start full time, so I’ll be going with them.”

“Where?”

“One in Incheon, two in Gangbuk.”

His breath shuttered. “Incheon...”

"It's only an hour away, it'll be fine."

But Johnny didn't look fine.

You sat across from him slowly, warily, like he was a wild animal that could pounce at you suddenly if you made one wrong move. Johnny roughly wiped his palms over his face twice with a loud groan that was muffled into his skin. He let out an exasperated sob. Like he wanted to cry but didn’t have the strength to do it so late at night after such a long day of rehearsals. You watched him silently. For a moment, his entire face was red because of the friction, so you weren't sure, but you thought you could see the tears welling in his eyes which was why he was trying so hard to hold off on saying something else because it might end up being something he’d regret or something to trigger a cry fest.

“You’re never here anymore,” he croaked while looking down into his tea cup. “You came all this way to see me, but you’re never home… Are you punishing me? Did I do something?” He stared up at you through his lashes, waiting for you to say something, but you didn’t know where to begin, so all you could do was stare back at him. “You’ve changed so much…” He sniffled. “Ever since you left, I’ve noticed it, and I haven’t said anything because I thought it was just a coping mechanism to handle the sasaeng situation, but since you’ve come back to Korea, you’re running around, working, acting like nothing’s wrong, like there wasn’t a reason you moved away in the first place… And all the while, I’ve been here, waiting up for you like a lost puppy every night because I love you and I want to see you, my wife.” His breath shuddered. “Is it the new job? Are you doing it to punish me?” Johnny hesitated when he realized that he was unfairly victimizing himself. His lower lip trembled before a single tear finally fell down his cheek, and he sighed, his head dropping down immediately in shame. “I’m sorry.”

“J…”

“I just keep telling myself that you’re going to stay, so I shouldn’t get so upset when you’re out working late.” He looked up at you again. “You are staying… Right?”

Your shoulders fell in defeat then you slumped into your chair. “I can’t.”

“But you’ve been acting like everything’s so normal—”

“I have to work, J. I can’t put my entire life on pause forever… I just… I needed to come back here to sort out my new job, and then I’m going back to the States. You knew that. You’ve always known that.”

His eyes fluttered, more tears falling down his cheeks. “For your job?” He choked on a quiet, resigned sob. “Not even for me?”

You hesitated when you realized how you'd misspoke.

“You really are punishing me.”

“It’s not like that—”

“Were you happier in the States?”

“Not happier, but—”

“But happy.” He couldn’t help but laugh through his tears. “Why am I so annoyed to hear that?”

You reached out for his hand that was curled around the base of his mug, but he retreated out of arm’s reach. You both froze.

Quietly, you told him, “We talked about this before I left, baby.”

“That didn’t make it any easier.” He stared at you once more, ignoring the tears that he couldn’t stop any longer. “You left, and every day felt like a cruel joke, like an impossible mission sent to test if I could even get out of bed, which I couldn’t. Doyoung had to come over and drag me to work most days.”

“Why couldn’t you just forget about me, then?”

“How can I just forget you? After everything? After this?” He pointed at his wedding ring. “I stopped taking it off. I didn’t care. Concerts, music shows, awards, stupid fucking TikToks— I never took it off, and I wanted you to know it, but did you even care?”

“I saw—”

“But did you care?”

“Yes! Okay?! Fuck!” You exclaimed angrily. You were so sick and tired of him ranting at you, treating you like you were the problem in all of this. No one at that table was the bad guy! Why did he want to villainize you so badly!

You paused then glanced at his cup.

Johnny tried to snatch it off the table at the same time you grabbed it, and you won, immediately bringing it to your lips so you could taste what he was drinking. You cringed as it hit your tongue. Didn’t he have better taste than straight tequila in a tea mug? Was that why his face was so red? Was that why he was crying and purposefully picking an unnecessary fight with you?

“What is this, then?” you asked him calmly. “All your bottled up feelings over the past few months coming to light ‘cause you’re too drunk to stop yourself? Do you despise me for wanting to protect myself— For protecting our family?”

He kicked one of the table legs angrily. “There were options, and you fucking know it, don’t start that shit with me again!” He took the mug back from you, and before you could stop him, Johnny downed what was left of the tequila then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes pouted as he croaked, “You broke our hearts by leaving us… Me, Yuta, Taeyong, Ten. We offered you options… To move somewhere else in Seoul, to go to Japan with Yuta, to put me on hiatus so that I could take care of you.” After putting his cup back down, Johnny wiped his eyes with his sleeves. “Why did you have to come back just to break my heart all over again?”

As you reached out again, Johnny flinched slightly, but there was no alcohol left for you to confiscate from him, and the solemn look in your eyes had no indication of wanting to hurt him in retaliation for all the cruel things he had said to you. So he let you touch his face. Your hands were so warm and soft on his cheeks, and your thumbs tickled as you drew soft circles under his eyes in order to dry his tears and soothe the irritation from wiping his face so much with his calloused hands and textured sleeves. Johnny melted in your touch. His eyes fluttered shut, and he let out a relieved breath.

“You’re drunk,” you whispered to him.

“It was the only way I could think of to keep myself awake to see you… ‘Cause you’re going to leave me again soon… And I’ll be sad again… And I’ll miss you more than I do now… So I just… wanted to cherish more time with you…”

Your heart broke in your chest.

Johnny turned his head so that he could kiss the inside of your right palm, just under where your wedding band sat on your ring finger. “Don’t leave me again, baby.” He whined quite pathetically as he sobbed. “Please stay with me.”

“I’m so sorry, baby.”

“Don’t say that…”

“I really am sorry, though. I can’t stay. And I know that’s hard for you.” When you also sniffled as tears fell down your cheeks too, Johnny's entire demeanor immediately softened, and he tugged at your hand to try to bring you closer. “I came back for you, not some stupid job, I shouldn’t have said it like that. I came here ‘cause I missed you so much it was making me ill.”

With another tug, you were pulled out of your seat, prompting you to walk around the table so that you could sit beside him, both of you reaching for each other so that the second you were seated, you were hugging and hiding your faces in each other’s shoulders. You cried against him.

Of course you knew how much Johnny missed you while you lived back in the States— You saw him wearing his ring when he wasn’t supposed to, and you'd yelled at him for mentioning you so often in videos and live streams, and you always saw how sunken and dark his eyes were during dance practices that you called into. You knew that he wasn’t himself without you there. But you also didn’t have the kind of confidence required to believe that someone like you could break a man like him so easily over something so stupid as some time apart. Others had suffered and survived far worse. You always imagined Johnny to be the type of guy who didn’t put all 100% of his energy and emotions into another person, even if it was his wife whom he’d declared falling head over heels for many times in the past… It had been how many years since you first started dating? Yet some selfish, self-conscious part of yourself denied that Johnny could be heartbroken over you when there were models practically begging him to forget about his wedding ring for a night just to be with them. You figured it was all for show. Idol persona things. You assumed that he would indeed inevitably forget about you before moving on to a model who was in his league and had a higher net worth. But that wasn’t Johnny.

Did you forget who you married? The same man who grew out his hair and dyed it blonde just so you'd look in his direction. The type of guy who learned how to play video games for you. The one who bought you manga on all the trips he went on without you because he knew you collected covers— And the same exact guy who found a meaningful gift for your parents before going the extra mile to ask them for permission to marry you. How could you think for a second that a man like Johnny wouldn’t be absolutely devastated without you?

He inhaled deeply as his hands traveled to support the back of your head and hold your back so that your chests were pressed closely together. He kissed you gently, cautiously, with the same amount of wariness you'd entered the conversation with-- Because now you weren't the one scared of making the wrong move, it was Johnny. He shook against you with fear. Fear of losing you again, of ruining everything, that he would push you away and never get the chance to hold you again after the sasaengs would be caught and you could move back in with him.

"I love you," he croaked, just as pathetically as he had at the airport when he was saying goodbye.

You ran your fingers through his short hair. "I love you too." And when you pulled him in, Johnny's eyes fluttered shut so that he could savor the feeling of having you kiss his forehead affectionately. "You should sleep off the alcohol," you whispered against his forehead. "We can talk more in the morning."

He nodded obediently.

With a pitiful smile, you wiped his tears away then stood, holding your hand out for him to take so that you could lift him up to his feet. He wobbled slightly, thanks to the alcohol, but you kept him steady. Johnny held onto you with his strong hands while he blinked aggressively for a moment before following your lead towards the bedroom-- And on the way, he made a point of staring at your wedding ring and twirling it around your finger over and over again until suddenly you were sitting him on the mattress and pulling the sheets down so that he could slide in. He was too big for you to undress while drunk. You figured that his grey hoodie and green rehearsal sweatpants would suffice as pajamas for just one drunken night.

"Don't go," he begged while squeezing your hand after you tried to walk away from the bed.

"I'm not, I'm just gonna change first, okay?"

Johnny nodded with a pout. For all that confidence and suave he had out in public and on screen for the fans, he really could just be a big ol' softie for you.

After you changed into his pajamas, you slid into bed beside him, both of you reaching to pull each other close.

"I'm sorry I got angry," he whispered.

His legs tangled with yours under the sheets, his cold feet trying to get warm against your body. He hid his face between the crook of your neck and your pillow so that he didn't have to look at you, even while apologizing for being a shitty guy.

"We'll talk more about it in the morning," was all you could reassure him with.

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smileyerim · 2 years ago

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lifestyles of the rich and famous

Your coworkers are really tired of hearing you pine over a guy who doesn’t want you, so they decide it’s finally time to do something about it. Thankfully the hot young son of the country club’s owner just walked in the door and sat at your bar.

main pairing: rich boy!johnny suh x bartender!reader

minor pairing: fuckboy!jaehyun x reader

genre: fluff, suggestive, slight angst !!MDNI!!

length: 8k

warnings: adults having sex, smoking weed, drinking alcohol, vaping, jaehyun is a lying fuckboy

net tags: @kflixnet @neowritingsnet

if you repost or translate my work i’ll feed you to the metaphorical sharks (aka angry tumblr writers)

You’re a simple girl with simple desires, you like to think. You’re not demanding, nor are your dating requirements long or difficult to meet.

So when the guy you’ve been seeing for a couple of weeks decides that now of all times is the most appropriate time to begin speaking to you with short responses and leave you on read for hours on end, you’re pissed.

So much so that you feel validated enough in your desire to tell him off to your friends/coworkers but they seem to have differing opinions.

“I mean, he’s not your boyfriend Y/N.” Doyoung, always too blunt for his own good, says and it makes a groan escape your chest as you let your head fall onto Yerim’s shoulder in a painful thud.

“Thanks, Doyoung.” You say, speech mumbled against Yerim’s cotton polo uniform.

“You need a rebound. Let this inconsistent and slimy motherfucker go.” Yerim says and you hum in response, still leaning into her shoulder from your position behind her back.

“I don’t want another guy, I want Jaehyun.”

You’re startled into standing up straight by the reverberating banging sound of a hand coming into contact with the metal table separating you two from Doyoung.

“Too bad,” Doyoung says, looking directly into your eyes “He’s not yours so just let it go!”

You stare back with wide eyes and Yerim interjects, turning to lean against the table behind her and face you.

“He’s right, babe. It’s time to let him go. You don’t deserve to be led on like this.” Yerim says with her usual gentle tone of voice and you frown, looking down at the ugly shoes your boss forces you to wear behind the bar.

“You’re right. You’re both right.” You say, turning to give Doyoung your scariest look, “You’re incredibly cruel about it, but you’re right.”

—

Sure, your friends may have been right about your need to leave Jaehyun in the dust and move on to bigger and better things but you’re weak and never claimed not to be.

That’s why you choose to spend the last five minutes of your thirty minute break in the corner of the staff restroom taking and then deleting what feels like fifty Snapchat pictures.

Emerging from the restroom you’re immediately faced with Yerim with her arms crossed across her chest, staring you down in the way that communicates that she knows exactly what you were just getting up to.

“Either you just took the fattest shit of your life, or you were just texting Jaehyun.”

You don’t respond, brushing your shoulder on hers to pass her and clock back in.

—

With your last customer served her jack and coke, you decide it’s finally time to check your phone again. Forty five minutes is enough time for a man to come to his senses, open your Snapchat, and respond with an overly enthusiastic compliment and apology for being so unavailable, right?

Before you can even allow your phone to scan your face, it’s being snatched out of your hand.

“What the fuck!” You exclaim, hand chasing Yerim’s in an unattractive and unsuccessful flail.

“No, you aren’t doing this.” She chastises with one finger pointing at you. She’s somehow slipped your phone to somewhere you can’t spot it with a quick scan of your eyes up and down her now apron-clad body.

“You can have it back after your shift.” She says and you roll your eyes at her, leaning your hip uncomfortably into the short fridge behind the bar.

“Come on Yerim, that’s in three hours. What if he responds and asks me to hangout? That won’t be nearly enough time to get ready and by then he will have made other plans and-“ you ramble your embarrassing train of thought.

“Hush, you’re embarrassing yourself in front of a cute guy.”

You frown, arms crossing your chest as you follow Yerim’s line of sight to a bar stool behind you currently taken by oh- an extremely attractive guy with long brown hair tucked behind his ears. He’s waiting patiently for... well, you.

“Go serve him.” She says once you whip your head back over to face her again.

“Fuck.” You groan, grabbing your sanitizing towel and pretending to wipe down the bar in an act of stubborn defiance to Yerim and procrastination.

You know him, you’d be a fool if you didn’t. He’s what some would call a country club celebrity with how he’s gained recognition for being the best singles tennis player and for his last name being on the front of the building. His family photos are littering the hallways, a particularly precious photo of him as a kid with a half melted ice cream cone is situated on the front door of the child care center.

His father owns the country club, and he is much cuter in person than he is in his old family photos. He doesn’t visit your bar ever, so you’re intrigued to know why he’s here.

“Oh,” Yerim says stepping into your bubble and combing her fingers through your knotted hair, “go fix your hair first.” She says and you roll your eyes, hand blindly grasping at your back pocket in search of your cell phone.

“Here,” she says, handing you her bulky iPhone with some Sanrio phone case, “go in the back.” You roll your eyes again at her mistrust of you before following her orders, quickly rushing into the kitchen and pulling up her front camera to inspect your appearance.

Emerging from the kitchen, you feel a pair of eyes on you immediately and you look right back, making unexpected eye contact with the handsome man who’s been waiting. You flash him your brightest customer service smile before rushing over to stand across from him at the bar.

“Hey, sorry about that,” he waves you off in dismissal of your apology before smiling at you, “what can I get for you?”

He’s still smiling a very polite smile, his eyes shining with kindness and it makes you weak in the knees. Working at a country club comes with a lot of perks, but those perks were bought with a price. The price being dealing with the type of people that belong to a country club, the rudest and most stuck up wealthy people in your town. You don’t meet people like him so often, genuinely kind people.

“I’ll take a vodka soda with extra lime whenever you find the time.” He smiles at you again and you actually feel your knees buckling at his kindness.

“Premium or well?” You respond out of habit, your brain fogging with his presence. He shoots you an unbelievable look that makes you both laugh. Forgoing an immediate response, you shake your head and scoff at yourself when you grab a glass to pour ice into.

“Top shelf, duh, sorry again.” You apologize as you press the sparkling water button on your soda gun.

“Stop apologizing so much!” He says and you look up from his drink to catch his kind eyes staring back at you in a way that makes you want to blush.

“I-I don’t know what to say.” You say, now in front of him situating the lime wedge on the side of his glass.

He takes a sip before responding. “I just know how understaffed you are.”

You lean an elbow up on the bar, “I didn’t know it was that obvious.” Your cheeks flare up with another blush.

“It isn’t!” He clarifies, hand coming down to grab at your forearm in reassurance. You ignore sparks that shoot from his contact with your skin.

“I just-“ He says, removing his hand to play with the branded cocktail napkin under his glass, “sometimes they actually put me to work around here and I know how small your staff is.”

You hum, pensive frown on your face as you look around. You are short staffed.

“So what work do they make you do?” You tease, not really wanting this conversation to end.

“Dad tries to put my accounting degree to work by making me do our books every once in a while, but more recently he’s got me planning for the new garden. As if I would know anything about landscaping.”

You laugh at his charming joke, taking a moment just to steal a quick once over his appearance. He’s wearing a blue polo with some brands insignia stitched onto the breast pocket, a watch you’re assuming is very expensive from a luxury brand on his right wrist, and a tennis racket cover placed on the barstool next to him. He’s handsome, of course, with his kind eyes and long brown hair tucked behind his surprisingly pierced ears.

“Well I’ve been a bartender since college. So I wish I could be of more assistance, but I can’t offer any help.” You quip with a sigh and he smiles back.

“You have your degree, huh? What’re you doing here?” You find it charming that he’s actually engaging you in conversation.

“All I said was that I was in college, not that I finished.” You say, slight embarrassment lacing your voice.

“Well, it’s a good thing you didn’t finish.” He says and you shoot him a look urging him on to explain further.

He smirks at your offense before continuing, “We wouldn’t have met if you didn’t work here, and I don’t know about you, but I’m quite enjoying your company.”

A blush creeps it’s way up your neck, a coy expression on your face as your head drops down to stare at the sanitization bucket behind the bar.

“Gotta go, I have a tennis lesson in fifteen.” He says, standing and taking another sip of his drink.

“See you around.” He says with a final look and you nod, waving him off.

No more than 30 seconds after you watch his tall figure leave the restaurant, you see him slowly jogging back towards the bar.

“What’s your name?�� He says, wrist resting on the back of the barstool opposite of you.

With a grin you tell him your name and he replies with a warm smile.

“I’m Johnny.”

“Nice to meet you, Johnny.” Your voice light with affection.

He nods at you, reaching into his wallet and digging out a five dollar bill, throwing it on the bar and ignoring your shouts of protest as he leaves the restaurant for the final time.

Later that evening when you check your phone after Yerim slides it at you from across the bar, you notice that Jaehyun still hasn’t opened your photo.

Surprisingly, though, you don’t care nearly as much as you expected to; with the thoughts of a very tall and handsome tennis player in the back of your mind.

—

Johnny comes by a lot more often after your first interaction, and you’re just a little too aware to pretend like you don’t know what for. He comes in, same bashful smile on his face as always, sits down, waits patiently for your attention, spends at least an hour or two chatting with you, and then leaving a five dollar bill on the bar.

Today’s no different, except that it’s been 98 hours since Jaehyun last spoke to you and you’re feeling antsy for attention.

“Johnny, hi!” You chirp out, leaping up out of your stool to walk over to the same section of the bar he always sits at.

“Someone’s a happy girl.” He snickers as he sits down.

“Yes she is, how did you know?” You tease, teeth sinking into your top lip.

“So what’s the good news? What’s got you so happy?” He says, smile painting his face. He thinks you’re cute.

“My favorite customer walked in.” You say, cheeky smile on your face as you look dead into his eyes from beneath your eyelashes.

He pretends to be touched, as his hand flies up to press against his chest in an overly dramatic way that makes you laugh and drop your flirty act.

“I have a proposal for you.” He leans in, eyes sparkling.

“What is it?” You blush.

“Let’s go swimming tonight!” He whisper shouts.

You tilt your head in confusion when you look up at him, “the pool closed at 4.”

“Not when you fucking own the pool, Y/N!” He leans in, eyes anticipating.

He’s so cute this way, and it feels really nice to be wanted when you’ve been getting ignored so obviously by the man you think you want.

It’s a no brainer.

“Let’s go!” You say after rolling your eyes and Johnny stands up on the foot bar of the stool, hands up in the air in victory.

You giggle as you swat a dry towel at his now exposed lower torso to encourage him to sit back down. Once he’s sat, he clears his throat and looks around with wide eyes in fake suspicion, and it just makes you laugh harder. For a moment your eyes meet as you two laugh, and it forces the butterflies in your belly to awaken and flutter in their cage.

He seems to have felt the moment shift too, as his smile falters for a second before going back to his wide grin.

“I’ll be back when you’re done.” Johnny says, grabbing his drink, tossing a five dollar bill on the bar, winking, and then quickly exiting the bar.

Two hours later, the bar is absolutely dead with zero customers in sight. You still have ten minutes to go of your shift, yet you’ve already completed all of your closing duties, just sitting by and waiting.

“Damn, what did you do to everyone?” The familiar voice shouts from the entrance of the bar and you smile. Finally, you think.

“You’re early, I still have a couple minutes to go.” You pout as he approaches the bar.

“Seriously? But nobody’s here. Let’s just go.” He draws out the ‘o’ sound, leaning his tall body over the bar to get in your face.

“Johnny, I’m not breaking two staff rules tonight.” You wave him off and he lets out a humph sound as he sits.

A mischievous smile then moves over his face as he opens a wallet, and hands you a twenty dollar bill.

You grab it between your pointer and middle finger and eye him suspiciously, “What’s this for?”

He smiles even wider, he’d wanted you to ask. “I wanna buy my favorite bartender a drink on the last ten minutes of her shift. Is that okay?”

You smile, waltzing over to the cash register and opening a tab. If Johnny wants you to enjoy your evening, who are you to stop him from making that happen?

Forty minutes and two more drinks downed, the two of you are finally tip toeing down the cobblestone path to the pool deck.

Johnny looks over his shoulder at you with a playful glint in his eyes as he hushes you.

“Whatever happened to ‘there is no closing time, I own the place!’?” You chastise, weak fists coming in contact to the back of his shoulder.

“I- oh shit,” he says, arm flying out to stop you in your tracks, but of course you drunkenly stumble right into his arm anyways.

He’s got a focused look on his face, and his chin is tilted up as if he’s listening out for someone. The coast is clear, obviously, when Johnny begins walking now with you two side by side.

“I may have fibbed about the no rules thing.” You roll your eyes at him in the dark. Of course he lied about it, you wouldn’t be here sneaking around after sundown if he wasn’t.

“No fucking shit.” you snap, but quickly dissolve into drunk giggles when he makes an offended face at you. He’s been doing that a lot lately, making you laugh uncontrollably and feel giddy like a little girl with a crush.

“Gimme your jacket.” Johnny says and you frown, immediately shaking your head no. The evening breeze is just a little too cold for your liking.

“Come on, I gotta get the gate open.” He whines, gesturing towards the locked gate in front of you.

With another frown on your drunk face, you shimmy your athletic jacket off your shoulders and hand it to Johnny, who quickly grabs the jacket by the two arm holes creating a makeshift hook. He uses his height to his advantage (and frankly, for your visual enjoyment) to lean over the gate and Macgyver the door to open with one swift pull of the jacket over the stem of the door handle.

The view is great, you must add. His t-shirt has ridden up a bit exposing a small sliver of his midriff and seeing him use his height so smoothly is making you feel weak in the knees. You can’t help it, you’re drunk and a very attractive man is being just so manly in front of your eyes.

When the door pops open, you let out a squeal of excitement and he laughs, pushing the door open for you to step in before him.

“So that tiny fib about no rules really was a big fib, huh?” You tease as you strip off the oversized tee shirt you were using as a coverup.

It takes him a moment to respond, he’s a little distracted by the sight of your body to have heard your teasing remark.

“I— uh, sorry?” He says, bashful smile on his face as he strips out of his own tank top, and approaches you with a flirty smile on his face.

He’s close enough to touch you, but he doesn’t, and that makes your breath catch in your throat. He’s got a look on his face that you don’t recognize, and that bothers you a bit, but you brush it off.

You’re the first to run away and plunge into the deep end of the pool, your ears filling with the roaring sound of your body splitting the previously still water. Before you even have the chance to notice the cool water causing goosebumps to rise on your skin, Johnny’s jumping in after you, sending suffocating waves in your direction.

You squeal again, swatting the water towards him when he resurfaces, and running away towards the shallow end so you can stand on your flat feet.

He follows you, of course he does, and soon enough he’s standing in front of you with his whole upper body exposed above the water. You aren’t sure how you’ve never taken long enough to notice his height before, but it’s definitely on your radar now.

“Hey.” He smiles down at you, droplets of water dripping down from where they had collected on the end of his long dark hair.

“Hi,” you whisper up at him. The tension from before is here again as you stare up at him. Like before, he’s close enough to touch you, and you desperately want to feel his hands on your waist, but he doesn’t. Too afraid of what this would mean, of where you are now and where things may be going.

Fuck, you think, you might like Johnny.

You’re a simple girl with simple emotions and simple responses to those emotions. So what do you do at this realization?

Well, you splash him right in his stupid handsome face, of course.

He retaliates almost immediately by stepping back and splashing you with far more aggression than you did with him.

“Hey, you’re not playing fair!” You scream as you swat blindly at the water, too afraid to open your eyes and get water in them. You’ve already got a mouth full of chlorine from the laughing you’re doing, you don’t want the stinging feeling in your eyes too.

“You started it!” He shouts from the other side of the pool, not letting up, even for a moment, for you to breathe.

“Truce! Truce!” You call out over the noise, stumbling over your own feet below the water, gently floating back until your upper back is resting against the cold and hard concrete edge of the pool.

He begins to laugh when he sees your panicked face, moving in closer to you to tease you up close.

“Man, you fucking destroyed me. How can someone be good at splashing water?” You exclaim, defeated.

A smile is still on his face as he slowly takes a couple extra steps into your space.

“Tennis, baby.” He says, exaggerating his point by mimicking a down swing, hand dipping below the water and splashing up at you again.

You let out a screech, “I called a truce!”

He just chuckles, hands coming up in defense as he steps in closer with a playful look on his face. His eyes dip down to the cleavage exposed by your bikini top, only for a moment, before flicking up to look into your (still panicked) eyes.

He doesn’t say anything as he reaches his destination, toes almost touching below the water. His hands come up on either side of you to rest on the edge of the pool, your faces nearly inches apart. If the cold water of the pool hadn’t cooled you off so much, you’d be blushing like crazy. Your heartbeat does pick up again as he looks down at you.

Is he about to kiss you? He looks like he wants to, and you aren’t sure if you’d have the willpower to stop him if he tried.

Jaehyun crosses your mind at that moment. Sure, you aren’t official, but you think you'd like to be. How would he feel knowing you’re having a late night crime date with the wealthy son of your boss?

With the unmistakable look of want that flashes across Johnny’s eyes, you feel yourself begin to crumble. If you had wanted your brain to go back to Jaehyun in this moment you aren’t sure you’d be able to, too entranced under Johnny's spell. How can you still smell his woody cologne even after he got wet? Maybe that’s just his natural scent. The prospect of that being true sparks a fire of desire in your belly.

He’s leaning in now, figuring he had given you enough opportunities to push him off and away from you.

Of course, as if the universe is sending you a message, you hear another voice pierce through and pop the bubble you’ve created with Johnny.

“Hey, what’s going on in there!”

—

You haven’t been able to get last night off your mind, pulling all of your best distraction techniques out.

You tried to speak to Doyoung, but he had told you that your credits for emotional support friend had run out for the month, so that was a bust. You had tried to focus on work, but today was slow with the weekend just around the corner. You had even resorted to scrolling on Instagram, but then an ad for a pool cleaning company had come up, and your brain went straight back to the almost-kiss that you and Johnny nearly shared.

You hadn’t tried one thing though, but you think it would be a pretty shitty method.

Fuck it, you think, Johnny had left you wanting the company of a warm body and you know just the person to text.

Y/N: hey

Y/N: its been a min

You sit anxiously, biting at your freshly done manicure. This was one way to get your mind off of him, overwhelming anxiety and anticipation.

Jaehyun: ik lol sorry. u kno how work gets

Thank God, you think as you type out your next message.

Y/N: can i come over tn? i wanna hang out.

He responds almost immediately. He knew exactly what you were asking him for.

Jaehyun: ya. see u then ;)

Having the plans solidified with Jaehyun doesn’t feel the way you had originally thought they would, a sneaking feeling of guilt coming up over you.

What’s gotten into you? It’s almost as if you’ve forgotten who you’re pursuing.

It’s still Jaehyun, right?

It must be, since he’s the guy who you’ve been going out with for weeks, and have cried endless tears over. Johnny is just a friend. A friend who almost kissed you last night, but ultimately just a friend. You shouldn’t feel guilty for continuing to pursue Jaehyun, he’s the guy you want.

At least that’s what you tell yourself.

—

The sky is dark when you finally pull up to parallel park in front of Jaehyun’s house. You’re nervous for some reason, your palms slick against your steering wheel. It’s even more embarrassing that you didn’t have time after work to change, so you’re sitting in your usual white tennis skirt and club branded polo shirt.

You can hear shouts when you first approach the door, the noise startling you so bad you question if going inside is even the right choice. You decide the best call is to just text him that you’ve arrived.

Almost immediately after you hit send, you hear a loud hushing sound and a voice whisper-shout, “Shut the fuck up! Haechan, shut the fuck up. I have someone at the door.” and then a chorus of teasing “ooh”’s from the other voices.

It makes you smile at the boyish charm of Jaehyun caring, and that’s how he finds you when he opens the door. He’s barefoot and wearing grey sweatpants and a white tee shirt with a stretched out neckline from years of wear. His hair is wet, and his eyes are drooping like he had been smoking.

“Hey, babe.” He says and invites you into the now quiet home. You follow him down the dark hallway until you finally see on your left is a living room full of 6 men, all splayed out on different mismatched pieces of furniture, some MMA fight playing on the TV. The stale scent of marijuana lingers in the air, reinforced by the big blue and green water marble design bong on the coffee table.

“We’ll be in my room.” Jaehyun addresses the crowd, and a loud response of ooh’s and laughter get thrown in your direction. Jaehyun pushes you gently towards the hallway to the right of you, and you hear snickering from Jaehyun and more hushed whispers.

“Ignore them, they’re fucking weird.” Jaehyun whispers in your ear from behind. You can’t help but agree, but wonder if he has the self awareness to know that he’s acting just as weird as they are.

His room looks exactly how you expected it to, with a king sized mattress sitting atop a tall box spring on the floor directly adjacent to the door, a dresser across from the bed with some Netflix show quietly playing on the large TV. There’s purple LED lights stuck unevenly to the perimeter of the walls.

From the moment that the door is shut and locked, his hands are low on your hips. Your heartbeat picks up in speed at the contact, turning around to face him.

“Hi.” He says, smug smile on his face as he leans down to kiss you. It’s a gentle peck, and it makes a blush creep up and land on your cheeks. You hope the dim lighting hides your color.

“Hey, it’s been a while huh?” You jab, hands coming up to rest the palms of your hands against his firm pecs. You can feel his heartbeat through your left hand, it’s steady and slow cadence contrasting to your fast and hard heartbeat.

He raises one eyebrow at you, his hand trailing down to grab at your ass, “Come on baby,” he growls out before nudging his way into your neck to press a warm kiss to the space next to your carotid artery. “Don’t be like that. You know I’m busy.”

You melt at the feeling of his tongue poking out and licking a small stripe up your neck, sucking in the skin immediately after.

Confusingly, Johnny crosses your mind, and the idea of him seeing you with a hickey on your neck embarrasses you so bad that you tell Jaehyun not to mark you.

“Boring, but okay.” Is all he says before grabbing you by your hand and leading you to lie down on his bed.

You’re putty in his hands the moment he has you both naked. His skillful hands, mouth, and dick take you down like you’ve never been taken before. You’ve never moaned that loud or experienced such pleasure at the hands of a man. It’s so good, it makes you wonder why you didn’t do this earlier, but then you remember that he’s never invited you over before.

He’s never wanted you here before now. That must mean something, right? That he waited until after you had already gotten to know one another before having sex with you?

That means he likes you and wants to take you seriously, right?

In the afterglow of your orgasm, your head lies uncomfortably on Jaehyun’s bare chest. You make quiet and unfamiliar chit chat with Jaehyun until you’ve both caught your breaths.

Although you just had the best orgasm of your life, the post-nut clarity is hitting you like a bus, his hands feeling too foreign around your body, now suddenly hyper aware of the smeared remains of cum on your back drying down.

“Hey, uh, I hate to be that guy but I have a really early meeting at work tomorrow so,” he says, cold hands tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Oh,” is all you say, suddenly feeling far too embarrassed of your naked body in front of the man, “do you want me to leave?”

He just frowns and takes a moment to read the look between your eyes before sighing loudly and looking away, his focus now taken by Money Heist playing on the TV near the foot of his bed.

“I don’t want you to leave,” he lies and you can see right through it with the way his arms are slowly letting go of you, and how he won’t look you in the eyes.

“I just have work, baby. You get it right?” He says, and you have no choice but to nod silently, ignoring the deep sting in your chest and the tightness in your throat. It’s odd that although the one thing you want to do is run, him asking you to leave makes it hurt.

You get dressed quickly and awkwardly as he lies on the bed, fishing a vape out from his bedside table drawer and taking a few big hits, eyes staring straight ahead at the TV.

“I’m gonna go now.” You whisper, one hand on the door in a silent beg that he would hurry up and get dressed to walk you to the door.

He looks over at you, charming smile on his face as he sits up and awkwardly crawls across his bed to sit on the edge in front of you, his soft dick on display. You’d find him pathetic if you weren’t under him five minutes ago.

He leans in and places a hard and emotionless kiss to your lips. His kisses now feel nothing like they did earlier today, and you wonder if post-nut clarity could really be this powerful.

“I’ll see you.” He says, eyes scanning your body up and down.

You roll your eyes the moment you’re not facing him, and walk straight out his front door, ignoring the whoops and hollers from his roommates who definitely heard you and Jaehyun.

None of them seem to mind that you’re unaccompanied, or as if they were expecting anything different. Then again, why should they care? Jaehyun never introduced you to them.

When you finally slide into the drivers side of your car, and your cold and wet panties make uncomfortable contact with the inside of your upper left thigh, the sensation alone is enough to make you burst into hot tears.

Later that evening when you’re lying in bed after a long, hot shower and a motivational phone call with Yerim, you send him a text.

Y/N: we shouldn’t see each other anymore.

Read: 2:46AM

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Johnny finds you the next day crouching behind the bar with your forehead in your hands. You didn’t get nearly enough sleep last night, and you’re feeling hungover after the whirlwind of confusing emotions you’ve felt over the last couple of days.

“Tough shift?” He says, eyes glimmering with amusement as he looks down at you hiding behind the bar.

“The worst.” You say, standing up straight and grabbing a glass to make him his usual drink.

“Wait,” he says, hand grabbing your wrist as you go to pour the soda in the iced glass.

“I have something that might chill you out. Wanna join me when your shift is up?” He says and you smile, reading right through his invitation and nodding with an appreciative smile on your face.

The “thing”, of course, is a perfectly rolled joint. You can’t help yourself but smile at his playful look as he presents it to you as you both sit in the front seat of some random golf cart overlooking the sunset as it falls down over the man-made lake that is central to the entire property.

He sparks it up for you in the way only a gentleman does, laughing at your antics when you pinch your fingers in a silly way to urge him to pass the joint onto you.

After a couple of passes back and forth in silence, only the whooshing sound of the breeze and the occasional tapping sound in the background as golfers across the way tee off, Johnny opens the conversation.

“So, miss Y/N,” you ignore the butterflies that erupt when he says your name in that way, “what made today so difficult?”

Ah, that. Your fuzzy brain thinks. You aren’t quite sure yet if you’re ready to divulge the details of your failed fling to your blooming crush, but you know what they say, intoxicated words are sober thoughts. And he’s right here offering to listen in a way that your friends are too fed up with you to listen to anymore, so you decide to tell him.

“I broke things off with a guy I’ve been seeing for a while.” You decide to keep it short and leave out all the embarrassing details.

“Ah,” he says as he stretches out, his arm coming to rest on the seat back behind you, deciding to let the joint die out. His arm is not around your shoulder, but a part of you really wishes it was.

“He sounds like an idiot.” He says, eyes drooping as he gives you a silly high smile.

You scoff, “He’s not an idiot for not wanting me.” He’s an idiot for other reasons, but you aren’t willing to share that just yet.

Johnny looks away from you and back out to the sunset, “Nah, he really really is. You’re a catch.”

The butterflies in your belly erupt as you swallow, staring at the side of his face with no thoughts of what to say next crossing your mind.

“Thanks.” Is what you finally croak out, reaching for the dead joint sitting on the short dashboard in front of you. When you lean back to light the joint, there’s something blocking your back from hitting the seat.

You look over at Johnny, your shoulders brushing his elbow and forearm from behind you. He smirks and gives you a side eye before snaking his arm up so that it rests across your shoulder. You don’t say anything at the new warmth and weight of his arm on you, so you just smile into the joint as you bring the lighter up to the end.

Johnny clearly isn’t reconciled with your conversation, so he continues with his compliments. He's hoping with everything in him that you pick up on his hints so he doesn’t need to continue to be so bold.

“You deserve a guy that’s gonna stick around.” He says, grabbing the newly lit joint from your fingers.

You scoff once more, scooting over to be a little closer to him on the seat as he takes a long drag, letting the slight spring breeze carry the smoke away out of his lips as he exhales.

“Try just a guy to stick.” You say with a dry chuckle, “we weren’t even official.”

Johnny hums and nods his head in understanding, passing the joint back to you.

“You fuck him?” He asks, and you choke on your hit. Coughing out the smoke in an unattractive spittle.

“What did you say?” You ask, now facing Johnny fully in the seat, staring between his pink and spacey eyes.

“I asked if you had slept with him.” Johnny nods, speaking slower than before. He looks as if this comment is no big deal to him, like this is casual conversation between you two.

Before you even think about it, you feel the flirty words leave your lips, “And if I did?”

His eyebrows raise as he grins at you, suppressing a laugh. He had gotten exactly what he wanted, “Was it good?”

You break eye contact this time, looking over the lake, “Maybe.” You shrug.

“See that explains why a stunning girl like you would stay with a loser like him.”

You say nothing in response, choosing to stare ahead at the golfers across the lake, the oldest gentleman of the pack teeing up his very poor shot.

Johnny takes a pause before speaking an unwelcome comment, “You need a guy that’ll stick around and dick you down.”

You scoff out another laugh, looking at him again with a disbelieving stare.

“Oh yeah? Where would I find that.” You spit the last word with bitterness, head falling to look at the hangnail you had been picking at between passes of the joint.

“Here, actually.” You stare at him in shock before he clarifies further,

“Like... me. I’m offering myself up. Only if you want, I mean.”

It takes you a minute to process what he says before it finally hits you, and it hits you hard.

You’re usually the overthinking type, if that wasn’t obvious enough, but for the first time in your life you decide to finally make an impulsive decision. You owe it to yourself and your vagina, you figure.

When your lips hit his, it takes him a moment to process what you had just done, but soon enough he’s kissing you back with a passion that makes you moan embarrassingly against his lips. He’s a soft, yet passionate kisser, allowing you to show him the ropes before taking the lead and kissing you exactly how he likes.

He’s also a surprisingly dry kisser, choosing to wait longer than you usually would to use his tongue on you. Even after a couple of flirty swipes of your tongue across his bottom lip he doesn’t give in, choosing to show you his softer side first with the slow and meaningful passes of his lips over yours.

It’s like a switch gets flipped when he does finally decide to allow your tongue to enter his mouth. He grabs you instantly by the back of your neck and waist, and pull you closer into him as your tongues dance. You moan, feeling like putty already in his hold. You’re far too overwhelmed by the feeling of the best kiss you’ve ever been given to be even tempted to touch him yet, your hands sitting prettily around his neck, allowing the pressure and the closeness to be decided by him.

His hands fumble a moment before they find your hips, moving gently over your ass to grab a hold of the back of your upper thighs to situate you on his lap. The change in position gives you an opportunity to lean back and steal a look at the man beneath you.

When you had first met Johnny you had initially only recognized his handsomeness and not much else. That’s how it began, attraction and nothing more. Overtime, however, you’ve gotten to actually know more about Johnny than his regular drink order at the bar, and what began as a simple attraction slowly grew into genuine interest. So by being here, in the lap of the man that you’re interested in, aren’t you repeating same old mistakes?

Are you repeating the same mistakes you made with Jaehyun?

“Baby,” Johnny says, reading your expression after you had stared at him for a little too long.

You hum in response, still a bit caught up in your head.

“I’m not just trying to hook up here. Do you know that?” He says, hands leaving your ass to rest gently on your waist. You frown in response, shaking your head ‘no’ to his question.

“I told you before, you need a guy who can dick you down and stick around. I wanna stick around.” He says, an embarrassed smile resting on his pink cheeks.

“What?” You say in response, and he just lets his head fall back against the seat in frustration.

“I like you, okay?” Your jaw drops, “and I also want to fuck you right now. So can we do that?” You laugh in response, fingers threading to hold him by the back of his neck, leaning him slightly into you.

“We can definitely go do that.” You giggle and he quickly smiles, leaning up to press a quick peck to your lips before swiftly (and awkwardly) moving you off of him so he can start up the golf cart and drive you both, as quickly as possible, back to the lobby of the country club.

—

Johnny doesn't give you long to take in the sight of his luxury apartment before his lips are on yours again. He has the same passion from before, but slightly elevated. Like he had worked himself up on the drive over.

When he picks you up, and tosses you lightly down on his plush leather sofa, you notice something. The absence of purple lights. When Johnny later picks you up and carries you to his bedroom, you make another note. A bed with a bed frame and headboard.

When you both reach your peaks of pleasure, you don't feel regretful and dirty, you feel alive. When you step into the granite tiled shower, you don't feel gross, you feel giddy when he joins you. When you fall asleep with your head on his chest, you don't dream of Jaehyun, you see flashes of Johnny.

—

The next morning when Johnny walks you out to your car, kisses you on the forehead, and tells you to text him when you get home, an unmistakable feeling washes over you.

The overwhelming feeling of something very big, and important beginning.

Jaehyun’s reaction to finding out about Johnny and Y/N

a/n: sorry there’s no actual smut, I decided at the last minute to drop both sex scenes for the overall plot and flow. if you’d like me to post the sex scenes as one shots lmk and I’ll get on it! Feedback is always welcomed and appreciated :)

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dalivanmagritte · 1 year ago

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espresseo-cafe · 1 year ago

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life is still beautiful | johnny | ch.1

genre: cappucino, romance, angst, university!au, dad!au, drama, slice of life

pairing: collegestudent!johnny x fem!reader

bean count: 4k

a/n: i’m so excited to be sharing this with you! it has been in the works since 2020 on and off and omg i can finally post this fanfic. this whole series has mentions of characters from different groups other than nct- red velvet, dreamcatcher, seventeen, sf9, etc to avoid confusion with people of the same name! note: this is only a work of fiction, it doesn’t reflect the artists’ personalities in any way.

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growing up, the continuous tingling feeling whenever you see your parents arguing at the end of your hallway always broke your heart. the raised voices, objects getting thrown around, and the banging of slammed doors against the doorframe deafened your ears. you remembered you had to knock on every single apartment on the floor; same, above, and below- to apologise the nuisance your parents caused. some with good hearts would understand out of pity for you, others would provoke to kick your family out of the building. so far, you’ve made it to several years without any notice from the landlord.

with that background, there weren’t any doubts that it affected the way you perceive everything in life. silence overpowered the joyous you like a large coat, it has been that way. the younger you wouldn’t understand the clash of your parents. the younger you wouldn’t know the problems they had. most importantly though, the younger you wouldn’t receive any love or support from them at all.

it was like you never existed.

as you hit the eighteenth mark, you’ve made the bold but practical decision to move out. the toxicity they emitted were too much for you to handle. with every penny or dime you’ve been saving everyday since you were twelve and some extra cash from various part time jobs since you were sixteen, you had your small carry on luggage packed and left first thing in the morning one summer. a dilemma kind of held you back whether to leave a note for your mom and dad, only deciding not to and tell them not to find you.

if there was anything you were blessed with even if you were put in a dire situation of a broken home, you had to pat yourself at the back for never failing your grades. just average and sometimes in the honorable mention’s list. thanks to that, you’ve secured a place at a university far from your family home.

and of course, choosing a location far off was more than intentional.

the first few months were a challenge, the surroundings took you sometime to familiarise. adjustment was never an issue though, running away from home was worth the change. as you expected, your parents didn’t bother to look for their only daughter. scoffing at the past, you realised it had almost been three years since you left.

making friends was easy too, to your surprise. known as the loner and depressed type in high school, you tried to change yourself a bit and managed to befriend a new crowd of people. of course, you were discerning on people who are worth to befriend, not the ones who’d waste your time. one of them being kim yoohyeon, who’s now your best friend and roommate.

“y/n, i’m going out to the store, want anything?” she asked while putting on a cardigan.

you hummed and rolled your eyes playfully, “hm, two packs of ramyeon and chips. you’re paying alright?” she threw a crumpled ball of tissue at you, gasping at the very direct response. “what? it’s two in the morning and i’m helping you pull an all-nighter for your fashion thesis due in two months and a half. i deserve a treat. be thankful i don’t have class tomorrow and that my part-time’s in the afternoon.”

“okay fine.” she dramatically slouched her shoulders down, “be back in a jiffy bub!”

as the door closed, you sighed and stretched your almost numbed body. yoohyeon’s project was half done, just needed a little more tweaking and you could say hello to a convenience store feast.

yoohyeon was the first person you met at orientation, she seemed to extract innocence at first glance. though as you got to know her, she was a meme in real life who possessed extreme talent in singing. you and her clicked, she had problems in her home but they were immediately managed. so she was all smiles from ear to ear. it was something you were envious of; to have a healthy relationship with parents, however, it wasn’t working with you at all.

sometimes you wondered how it felt like, to have someone love you like family. your aunts or uncles would message you to check on you, and whenever they brought your parents up, you shoved down the topic back to its grave. it’s dead conversation anyway. the latest update you heard from them was two years ago. they still lived in the same damned roof where they argued a lot, you wondered why they were still stuck to each other like glue. the only difference was that your dad worked the night shift while your mom on the mornings. so they probably never see each other eye to eye.

when they did though, all hell broke loose.

you were brushed off your thoughts when yoohyeon opened the door, “okay, here’s your food, time to pig out!”

“finally, i’m starving.” you had the hot water boiling before she arrived, immediately putting the ramyeon in the pot.

“so,” she started, opening a bag of potato chips.

“when are you planning to date? it’s been theee years since uni started and i’ve never seen you on dates before.”

you pressed your lips into a thin line, “not right now.”

“why not? you’re pretty, you can cook; you’re even taking an early childhood education course, specifically in special education.” she plopped one into her mouth and chewed shamelessly, “i bet you’re good with kids too.”

“so apparently that makes me an ideal girl?”

“an ideal girl worth to have!” she exclaimed, later reaching for your unlocked phone. “guess what, download this app and go have some fun.”

“if that’s tinder you’re planning on brainwashing me with, i’m not interested.” you joked, mixing the sauce and toppings with the now cooked noodles.

“you never know, it might work.” she singsonged.

you sighed, yoohyeon has been pushing you to date because she felt like you were like a hermit, always stuck in your own shell and would only go out if needed to. not that you were interested, you just wanted to get school done and make a stable living. love will come anyway.

she clicked on the app store and downloaded a trendy app named ‘love click’. “it’s an app solely made for university students within the state. kinda like tinder but you play anonymous with a made up nickname, no one will know how you look like.”

you raised a brow. “that’s dangerous than tinder, y’know?”

“this is different, they can detect fake accounts and do a facial recognition. anyway, once you put your actual photo and real age, it will automatically pair you with others similiar with yours; interests, and hobbies. then it will change your face to a random avatar if ever you do a video call.” she tapped away. “that’s how i met hwang minhyun.”

“eh, i still think it’s risky. besides, you just got lucky. you scored a hottie.” you slurped on the noodles. “i could never.”

“just try, you could always quit and they’ll never find you. and who knows? you might even receive the whole package.”

you sighed, “okay fine. i’ll do it just once, for you alright?” you finished the rest and threw the excess soup away. “i’m not doing any after that.”

“cool! all your details are in here already. let me know if someone messages you.” she gave you a playful wink before working on her project once again.

—

johnny stretched his limbs after a quick power nap, he haven’t had enough rest since he was on the clock 24/7. he turned to his side to check the time, sighing a relief when it was only 3pm. as if it was waiting for him to be awake, a text message from his mom appeared on the screen.

[ mom] : “don’t forget to eat, my dear john. you’ve got two mouths to feed ❤️”

johnny smiled at his mom’s reminder, he was relieved that the messages were reduced to a low, knowing how protective she was.

a loud thud on the floor made johnny stand on his feet and rush to the door next to his. his worried demeanor soon changed to a soft one when he saw a little smile beamed at him from the ground.

“youngmin-ah, what’re you doing on the floor? did you hurt yourself?”

the child just giggled, softening johnny’s heart every single he did so.

he remembered the night when the almost two year old came into his life. it was a rough beginning, but he managed himself and was proud how he actually did while still in school.

his friends were in full support of this unexpected scenario and would take turns in looking after the child while he worked the night shifts at a café. like any other people, his friends were in doubt at his decision of bringing him to lectures.

johnny again proved them wrong.

what surprised them wasn’t how the baby managed to be quiet in all of the classes, but how johnny effortlessly handled him if ever a fuss was made. kun recalled that in one of their exams in biology major, johnny had the baby cradled in one arm as the other wrote the quiz. the professor wanted to hold the baby boy while johnny did the exam, but young man refused to, saying that he could handle it. he wouldn’t want the baby crying in a stranger’s hold while everyone was so stressed for the exams. adding that the baby’s wails would be a distraction.

he became viral at the university page when a photo of him feeding youngmin a bottle of milk, that certain scenario made girls want him as a husband. sometimes they would stop by to say hello to him and the child.

“dada.” johnny smiled at title, the little toddler fiddling the bottle in his hand while his feet stretched up.

“seems like you’re alright.” he poked his nose, earning a giggle from the two year old. “i still have to check any injuries. say youngmin, your birthday’s coming up soon. what would you like?”

youngmin hummed, as if he understood the question clearly.

“well?”

“mama.”

johnny was caught off guard that he tickled the little toddler as he smiled. “buddy, you already have a mama though.” his phone dinged, indicating an incoming text message. “speaking of her, she just texted me.”

[ kim minji ]: sorry babe, couldn’t make it tonight for dinner. i got singing rehearsals.

[ johnny ]: it’s cool. how about tomorrow?

[ kim minji ]: i’ll see first, pretty busy.

he put his phone back into his pocket, sighing at the same excuse his girlfriend gave. he didn’t want to overthink but it had been like this for a while, he wondered if she had fallen out of love. shaking his head, he shrugged off the thought to the back of his mind.

youngmin turned his full body to the side before standing and climbed onto johnny’s kneeled figure, the bottle still in between his baby teeth. “mama, where?”

“she’s not coming home tonight. maybe some other time.” he ruffled youngmin’s soft hair, eyes closing due to exhaustion. but then the little toddler smiled and patted his cheek and johnny wrapped his arms around the little frame. “come on, let’s get you dinner, we’re having your favourite!”

“lasagna!” youngmin put arms up, and johnny could melt anytime.

“hey you said it perfectly this time! well done my so-“ he paused as his phone dinged, a snapchat notification from taeyong appeared on the screen. making the toddler tilt his head to why the young man stopped mid-sentence. “let’s go to wash your hands alright?”

while youngmin nodded then hopped away towards the bathroom, swiping to unlock his phone, a snap video that his said friend sent made his eyebrows meet in an ugly mood.

[ taeyongss ]: bro is that jiu? your mj?

it was his girlfriend giving a lap dance to someone he couldn’t seem to recognise due to the flashing lights, she was enjoying it and the shocking thing was, she wasn’t drunk at all.

kim minji, his girlfriend since senior high, had a few names labeled on her. one of them was jiu (pronounced as ji-yoo) a nickname everyone called her in school, being one of the main solos for the choir.

some of the juniors called her a pink princess because of her obsession with the said colour. owning almost everything in it.

and mj was a form of endearment that only johnny used. his expression changed from a smile to a frown, throwing his phone on the bed that it bounced off and landed on the ground; earning his phone a crack on the screen.

“dada?” youngmin peeked through the bedroom door. now it was him to hear the thudding sound. “happen?”

johnny jumped a little seeing the child standing by the door with a towel in his hands. “my phone fell. come on, let’s eat.”

lasagna was a favourite dish youngmin adored eversince he brought him to an italian restaurant. meatballs were a favourite too, but something about lasagna topped it. as youngmin was busy making his hands dirty, johnny called his mom at this hour, she was probably home by now.

“ah my love johnny! i’m glad you called, what is it?” her voice still bright and lively.

“um, i was wondering if i could drop youngmin off tonight?” he played with the fork. “taeyong messaged me and i think i need to have a drink and hang out for a bit.”

his mom’s soft laughter brought relief to his ears, “oh sure my dear, your dad and i could need some company. it’s been quiet around here since you’ve grown.”

johnny smiled at the reply, “great, we’ll be there in ten.”

“see you later.” she singsonged.

after dropping youngmin off, he made his way to the bar where his girlfriend was. everyone who met johnny knew that he could be reckless when someone crossed over the line, who knows what scene he’d make tonight?

“johnny.” taeyong called out after seeing him enter the bar, johnny walking towards the bar where his friend was stationed at. “please don’t make a scene. my boss let you off the hook the last time you broke loose.”

johnny’s eyes scanned the area, looking for mj before looking at back at taeyong. “don’t worry. i won’t. this johnny won’t do anything.”

“better keep your word. she’s by the corner over there.” taeyong pointed with his head, “she’s been here for the past three months. good thing i’m the only one from campus who has seen her. if anyone else did she’d lose her solo spot at the choir. so called ‘angel’, huh? no offense.”

“none taken, but thanks bro. see you later at the dorms.” johnny said, then he walked through partygoers, the blasting music was deafening so much he hated it.

“i know right? he’s such a sweetheart.” mj said to her friend as she patted the guy’s shoulder who she danced with earlier. “i’d love to-“

“mj.” johnny’s cold voice rung in her ears, sending shivers to her spine. what is he doing here? “i’m guessing rehearsals ended early or it never existed.”

“babe i-“

“ey johnny suh!” the guy seated next to her greeted him drunkenly, the more he looked closer in the dimmed light, his blood boiled. “haven’t seen you since you had a baby! minji has been great to me recently.”

it was his high school rival, takuya terada.

“we’ll catch up soon won’t we?” johnny said sarcastically. takuya wouldn’t know anyway, his vision probably already blurry to even comprehend a straight conversation. he looked at minji, who averted her gaze towards him as she rolled her eyes. “we need to talk, outside.”

he took her by the wrist and he didn’t care if he was hurting her. she hurt him first; for a while now actually. he just had to put up a front before he vent out when they exited the bar.

“what the hell, minji.” he threw his grip away, minji holding her wrist and tsk-ed at the attitude. “is that why you’ve been missing out lately? you were cheating on me with takuya?”

“missing out? johnny you’ve been missing out too!” she raised her voice, “i don’t know if you have noticed but it’s been straining on the both of us recently!”

“so your solution was to hang out with another guy when you could’ve voiced out to me about your feelings? mj, we’ve talked about this!” he wiped his face frustatingly. “i don’t think-“

“i don’t love you anymore, john.” she said blankly, her face didn’t emit any pain she felt, it was like she wanted it out there. “that’s why i’ve been ‘missing out’.”

“you don’t.. love me anymore?” johnny stood in shock, his voice shaking a little.

“i fell out of love. i’m sorry.. i’ve been planning to tell you but i couldn’t.” she hugged her arms. “i didn’t want to hurt you.”

“my gut feeling told me there was something up. i was hurt just thinking about it. i don’t know but somehow i knew it all along that you were out of it. i didn’t bring it up because i held onto hope and believed my guts were lying that you cheated on me.” he said, his hands rested on his hip. “turns out i was right.”

“i’m sorry.”

“save it. i’m not hurt at all. maybe i just had to come here to confirm if it were true. you can live with that guilt that you’ve broken me already before you even said anything. i’ll raise youngmin myself. we’re done.”

johnny walked away while the cold wind sliced through his cheeks. usually in a breakup, one would break down. him and minji dated since high school, and there were on and off arguments here and there. they would always make up through talking, but to be told that she was cheating on him by another person sure sucked. he’d rather find it out himself and vent out right then and there.

guess this timing was actually better. though he told minji he was broken, he was actually so much more than that. he expected to at least shed a tear, he didn’t, for youngmin’s sake. even though he felt like an elephant was lifted off his shoulders, his heart was anchored deep below.

he felt so heavy with betrayal that his heart ached so much in a way he didn’t expect.

he wanted to break down so bad.

the door swung open of his family home and youngmin screeched a high pitched tone loud enough to startle the old man beside him, who was reading a newspaper. “oh john’s back.”

“dada.” the little one ran towards him, hugging his long legs for a second before johnny picked him up. “back!”

johnny’s mood changed like a shooting star whenever youngmin’s in sight. “hey little buddy! i’m back, i had to meet a friend earlier.” he kissed his cheek, “were you good to granny bear and papa bear?”

“he was an angel, john!” his mom gave her son a quick peck on the cheek. “who knew you could raise him very well? plus singlehandly!”

“he got it from me, my dear.” his dad took the chance to say, “are your studies going well though?”

“still a dean’s lister, dad.” johnny’s ears tinted a light shade of pink.

“that, he got it from me.” his mom winked at his dad, who scoffed at the remark. “where’s minji? you haven’t brought her here for a while.” the look on johnny’s face was too readable that his mom knew in an instant.

“we broke up. she had another guy behind my back.”

the sudden snickers from his parents left him in question, were they laughing? “great ‘cause we didn’t really like her for you!”

“really?.. wait, what?” he asked in disbelief, “anyway, i broke it off and i kinda knew she was out of it already.”

“took you a while to realize it, john.” his father just sighed, “are you going to get a new one?”

“what? no.” johnny chuckled awkwardly, “anyway we’ll take our leave now.” johnny shook youngmin a little before his parents bid them a goodbye. he walked towards his car and buckled him up. “ready to go, buddy?”

“ready.” he wiped his eyes, sleep covering him very soon. “music please.”

“which one?” johnny asked as he set the rear mirror to get a good look at him, knowing well what youngmin was going to say.

“coldplay!” they said simultaneously.

“now that, you got it from me.” he laughed heartily while they made their way back to his shared apartment with taeyong, jungwoo, and kun.

the clinks of the apartment keys had the boys look up from their game on playstation. jungwoo sighing frustratedly when kun defeated him thrice in a row. “seriously? you’re cheating, kun hyung!”

kun stretched, “clearly not. you’re just a bad player.”

“could one of you dumbasses get the kimchi from the table?” taeyong shouted from the kitchen, only to be greeted with youngmin having the wanted side dish in his tiny hands. “see, youngmin just got here and he did a better job than you two!”

“it’s loud in here, damn.” johnny took his shoes off while youngmin had his phone in his hands.

kun sat on one of the couches, eating the kimchi fried rice taeyong just made. “so you met up with minji, how did the dinner go?”

taeyong nudged the younger boy, and jungwoo looked confused. johnny couldn’t blame the two, they didn’t know what actually happened. “these two lovebirds called it quits tonight.”

“what!?”

“yup.” johnny popped his lips, “takuya terada”

kun’s eyes widened, “like.. takuya from high school?”

“they suit each other anyway, the biggest flirts of ____ high.” jungwoo chewed on a kimbap. “no offense.”

“none taken, i feel relieved anyway.” he sat down spotting taeyong busy typing on his phone. “you still looking for girls on love click?”

“well yeah, someone should at least find me attractive.” he replied.

jungwoo snickered before choking on his food, “as if anyone would see your face through a filter system on the app. just what is the university thinking?”

“ha, wait until they see this handsome thing for real.” he turned to johnny, “bro you should try looking for new love, you’re in need of it right now, you know?” taeyong locked his phone to continue eating the almost midnight dinner.

“please, i’m still freshly ‘heartbroken’, don’t tempt me.” johnny rolled his eyes.

“mama.” youngmin shook the huge phone, a selfie of johnny and minji flashed the screen.

“not mama anymore.” he told him, then youngmin clicked on another app.

“mama.” he showed them the love click app; the color scheme of red and pink caught his attention. and johnny scrunched his brows, the other three smirking at each other.

“seems like he wants a new mama.” kun teased, earning a death glare from johnny. “what? that whole daddy look of yours is attractive to almost every girl in campus. just wife someone up already!”

shaking his head, he couldn’t believe the encouragement from his friend. “too soon my bros.” johnny chuckled, “maybe i’ll give it try after a few weeks or so.”

johnny sat by the bed while youngmin slept with his sausage pillow. now that he thought about it, the little boy hadn’t seen minji in months. it was obvious that he’d look for her. but what he didn’t get was that he showed love click; a dating app he didn’t remember installing.

“mama.” he recalled youngmin say.

he dimmed the lights and sat beside youngmin, patting his bottom gently as he drifted away into slumber, he too was getting sand in his eyes. he pressed his lips into a thin line, halfheartedly created an account just in case he really needed it.

“this is stupid.”

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“Stop that.” He whispered against the skin of your neck. “You know he wouldn’t care.”

“That’s the problem. We need to do this properly.”

“You know why we can’t do that.”

pairing: johnyong x fem!reader (no romantic johnyong ship)

other members: none

word count: 3.7k

genre: romance, angst, with a side of smut

warnings: sexual content so minors please dni!! profanity, y/n has migraines (pretty severe!), semi-public sex, oral (fem receiving), cheating (? it's complicated), sleeping with your ex, some freaky kissing

disclaimer: this is a fanfiction purely from my (filthy) imagination. I don't know the nct members and don't claim that they act like this in real life. I also do not condone any of the activity by any of the characters in this fic.

a/n: hi guys, i'm alive :D i've had a lot of ideas recently and a steamy johnyong drama was one of them, and then my eyes feasted upon acne studios event johnny and i finally got the push i needed to go through with writing it :) writing slump over we all cheered wooooo. also, ik it's kinda ~confusing~ rn. this is a series so just trust me okayyyy. also, i love making fic playlists and here's the one for this fic. if you picked up that this is loosely based on the 5SOS song blender pls marry me rn <3 nobody get's 5SOS like I do I swear :( pls hmu if you get me

You wouldn’t have noticed him at all, if it wasn’t for the way you watched Taeyong’s deep brown eyes flicker past you, shadows of stories passing by like it was nothing. You thought nothing of it, but your head turned, your body in tune with his more than you realised. And, just like a bad case of fate, there he was.

Johnny Suh.

He walked in like he owned the place, as he always did. His cocky demeanour hung off his body perfectly, like the oversized leather jacket he wore everywhere he went. His smile made the girl waiting on him eagerly blush, something that made you both angry and a little wistful. Your gaze lingered on far too long. And, as usual, like he always did, Taeyong pretended he didn’t notice. He always pretended, even when you were so far gone, he felt like he was pulling you out of quicksand.

“What colour looks better on me, jagiya?” Switching to Korean was your safety net, something sacred between only you and him, more intimate than the restless nights you spent tangled up in bed, Johnny’s presence a mere afterthought. You turned to Taeyong’s back, his slender body on display in the full-length mirror in front. You tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear as you both locked eyes through his reflection.

“Black.”

The seriousness, properness in the air was almost palpable, like you both were being watched, tested and graded. Not a single wrong movement, or breath. It was unbearable and at the same time, so tantalizing, like something could break the surface at any moment. Moving forward, you brought a hand up and over his shoulder, letting your fingers run over his collarbone. “Yeah. Definitely black.”

Taeyong kissed your hand, and you tried to remember when he took your hand in his. “I wanna show you a few more items. In there.” He cocked his head ever so slightly to the curtained fitting rooms, so subtle, meant to remain a secret between the two of you.

Not thinking about Johnny was like trying not to let the plague take over your body. He seeped through you like the truth, feeling right in every scenario. And in this moment, as you let Taeyong run his mouth down the valley of your breasts, your skin erupting in flames underneath his lips, you shut your eyes, and there was Johnny. Your feet on his toned calves, your hands around his thick cock. But when you opened your eyes, there was Taeyong, between your legs, right here, right now.

You clamped your mouth, moans threatening to spill out. “Oh god,” you whispered through your fingers. “R-right ther-haah…” Your thighs constricted around his head as he quickened his pace, both of your hands behind you to hold you upright.

“Hey, excuse me?”

Fuck.

It’s like someone had drawn the curtains back on you both in this compromising position. You moved away first, shoving yourself back on the complimentary bench you weren’t sure how many others had done unholy things on, Taeyong shortly after, watching your face redden with every passing second.

Johnny continued. “This one’s a little small, sweetheart. I run larger than that, you know?” You could almost see him winking at her, smiling that god-awful smile that made every woman melt like putty under his gaze. As if on cue, she giggled.

Fuck. Him.

“Come here, baby.” You spoke softly, both hands unhooking your bra as you kneeled in front of Taeyong, shuffling closer so your tits pressed again his torso, clad in a compression shirt. He groaned. “Fuck.” He grabbed your face, kissing you deeply and pushing you down to the floor.

Thirty minutes later, you were in the passenger seat, the days shopping in various sized bags in the back. You were both silent, the radio playing some obscure song neither of you knew. With the windows down, the air still felt hot and heavy, pressing onto your skin. You played with the strands of hair sticking to the back of your neck, squinting as Taeyong turned a corner and the blaze of the mid-afternoon sun poured into your eyes.

“I ended up getting both.”

“Hmm?” Condensation slipped inside your palm as you played with the cold water bottle next to the gear shift.

“Both of the caps.”

“You bought caps? You have so many at home.” The answer felt involuntary, combined with the frustration of the hot weather and lack of food since brunch. He frowned, and you immediately felt guilty. “Sorry, I mean like-“

“You said you liked the black one. You were right there.”

You felt a deep shame somewhere buried inside you as you mentally flicked back to the moments in the dressing room. The plague was making you really sick now, making you notice things you didn’t need at all, and throwing out memories of things that you really did. “R-right. Sorry, hon. Didn’t mean to snap. It’s just so hot today.” You meant to chuckle, to lighten the mood, but your body could not go through with it. Instead, the both of you sat in uncomfortable silence.

The silence stretched on for agonising miles, as it usually did. Nowadays, when you weren’t having dry, stationery conversations, you were exploring each other’s bodies like it was what you were supposed to do as a couple. Not out of passion, or lust. Just because. Your eyes kept drifting closed, the will to keep them open slipping further away from your grasp. You just wanted to be in bed…alone, slipping through the mattress and into the floor, deeper, and deeper.

You finally woke with a jolt at the sound of the door close. Your makeup felt far too heavy on the skin of your face, the ache in your feet now screaming at you. “Baby, wait.” The phrase disappeared into the air unheard, but you stepped out of the car, right in the face of a camera.

“_, _!”

Shit. How did they find us?

“Are you here alone? Who drove you here? Tell us a bit about the man in your car…” You admired the man’s insistence at his job. His passion, however intrusive and idiotic, was majorly inspiring at this phrase of your life.

Shut the fuck up, you wanted to say. You kept a stern face instead, hoping your eyes would communicate that instead. “No thanks.” You side-stepped him strategically, a new throbbing in the left side of your temple starting to grow. Fuck, not again. You tried to breathe, in, out, in, out, but the rhythm caught in your throat, your vision began to grow blurry, and you stumbled uncomfortably in your sneakers that now felt like they weighed tons.

“Ma’am? Are you alright?” You heard the man’s keys before his footsteps, the sound of his camera flashing as he approached. The light was blinding, and you dropped to your knees as the flashing sounds continued, like gunfire on a field of soldiers.

Who the fuck still used bright-ass flash?

“Who the fuck still uses flash!” It was a yell, from maybe about 10 metres away, but the ringing in your ears fogged it up like it was underwater. You tried to focus on your breathing, but your heart didn’t care about your wellbeing, apparently, speeding up at the sound of his voice. “Get away from her, right now.” The voice, still foggy, felt closer to you, and you felt an arm around your middle pulling you gently upwards. He whispered, “Okay, sweetheart, let’s get you out of here.”

Your pain spiked at the thought of the busy, lighted McDonalds as you walked away from the man with the flash camera, somehow on the floor of the car park now. “It needs to be dark, and quiet. It won’t stop unless it is.”

Johnny made a noise of sympathy. “I know, I remember.”

You only then registered the tears, wet on the heavy-set makeup on your face. You couldn’t even look him in the eyes, a weird sense of guilt throbbing just as hard as your migraine deep in your gut. He was still walking you somewhere, and you just let him, no energy to care about anything other than the pain in your temples. He soothed you gently through whispers of something inaudible, but his breath felt warm and welcoming on your neck, and, despite it all, you were grateful for his presence.

“Go lie in the back, okay?” He shoved his jacket off as he spoke. “No cologne today. You can put it over your face. Don’t worry about anything.” You nodded, the familiar routine flooding back into you like water in on a dehydrated rock.

Time passed like the way months pass in a busy year, and the next time you took a long, deep breath, you opened your eyes to the sensation of a firm, cold, king-sized bed. The room was dimly lit, enough so you could make out the outlines of the furniture in the room, but not bright enough to read anything if it was written on the walls. There was no lingering smell in the air, only the faint scent of your own shampoo, and no sound at all except the light ringing in your ears, much less strong than before. Your muscles relaxed like you were in a hot bath after a long day – safe, relaxed, nothing on your mind. You fell back asleep in seconds.

You woke what seemed like hours later. The room was significantly darker now, no more dusk light glowing from behind the curtains. The door was slightly ajar, and you registered voices this time coming from beyond.

“Why didn’t you just call me?”

“She was having a bad one. And, why would I have needed to call you?” You put on the slippers next to your bed without thinking, wrapping the robe you forgot you put on tight around your body. “You weren’t even there with her. What were you thinking?”

“Johnny, don’t. I stepped out to get something for her.”

“You should have known she would have the episode today. There are always signs.”

“You just said it was that asshole’s fault!”

You walked in the kitchen to see Johnny turned away, Taeyong at the end of the counter. When you met Taeyong’s eyes, you watched them widen as he stepped towards you. “Oh, honey.” You held him, his hand pressing the nape of your neck towards himself. “I was so worried. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you squeaked. As you pulled away, Taeyong pressed a kiss to your lips, pulling away to look into your eyes and stroke the sides of your face. “You look so tired, sweetie. I should have noticed.”

“Really, it’s fine, love.” You kissed him back, making awkward eye contact with Johnny towards the end. Shuffling awkwardly, you cleared your throat. “Um, we should get going.”

“No, you’re staying for dinner.” Johnny threw a towel over his shoulder in a way that was comical, almost making you laugh. You smiled, trying to ease the situation. “Johnny, really. I appreciate it, but-“

“There’s no way you both can drive all the way back to the apartment.” Your heart skipped as you heard him say the and not your. That one word gave you that illusion that time had stopped, and that the past 10 months had all been a dream, and you were still there, in the kitchen, pressed up against his body without a care.

You shook your head, willing the memories and coming back into reality all at the same time. “You can’t. You’ve just had your worst episode. No thanks to that grade A fucktard who doesn’t know how to use a camera in the 21st century.” He rolled his eyes. “Car trips will make you nauseous.”

“No! I mean,” you rubbed your head. “Me and Taeyong, we have this, um, this event…” You knew it was a weak argument, but you threw it out anyway. When you looked over at Taeyong, he was, of course, shaking his head. “I’m sure Jaehyun won’t mind. It’s the album release party.” He looked over to Johnny, who nodded politely.

“You can still go. Just drop me off at home.”

“Nonsense, _. You spend the night here.” You and Taeyong both looked at each other, you with an expression of clear distaste, and Taeyong with something a bit less than that. “I mean…didn’t you say you had a thing?”

“Yeah, I mean, she’s not a kid. She can stay by herself. Call us if you need anything. But she shouldn’t get into the car.” Taeyong hummed in agreement as Johnny walked towards the both of you, and you looked at the both of them incredulously. “Did you both just decide on plans without me?” You crossed your arms. “Unbelievable.” It came of surprisingly playful, making them both laugh, Johnny now sizing you up with his eyes like he always did. “You like the robe?”

“Y-yeah.” For a second you were too comfortable, looking right into Johnny’s eyes, wanting more than anything to be in his arms. Your body, your mind, this house…you were there, 10 months ago, back when it was all okay, it was right. Forgetting that Taeyong was right here, staring at you back, wishing you were here right now.

“You gonna be okay here, baby?” Taeyong brought your hands into his, pulling you close as Johnny walked away. You nodded, smiling up at him with passion in your heart for the first time in what felt like too long. The guilt started throbbing in your gut again, but you grabbed his face in your hands, kissing him deeply until you felt it ebbing away.

∞

“Shh. You need to be quiet. My niece is here.”

That was the sentence that rang like alarm bells in your brain. At first, your entire body tensed up, the unfamiliar surroundings making you confused. Memories of the day came back, and you relaxed a little, finally registering what was going on.

The sounds of a woman giggling and going shh in an exaggerated tone made you feel like someone threw all your emotions in a blender. Annoyance, confusion, anger, sadness, lust…it all swirled and mixed intentionally, blades cutting through each one at lightning speed.

Both of their bodies thumped upstairs, and it wasn’t long before she started moaning like a pornstar.

Your. Fucking. Niece. Is. Here??

You made a face of disgust at nobody as the noises continued. “If I was your niece, I would be reporting you to CPS.” You slammed back into bed, momentarily delighted that the painful throbs in your brain were gone far enough that you could throw yourself around easily. You pushed a pillow on top of your face, as if you were in a teen movie and you needed to throw a tantrum. At the third Oh, harder! girlish squeal that you heard, you were ready to go through with it.

Instead, your brain decided to flash through memories of yourself and Johnny. Back when you weren’t his fake niece, and instead the giggly drunk girl he would take upstairs to fuck the living daylights out of.

Fuck. Why am I thinking about this? You were stretching your arm uncomfortably out, too lazy to get out of bed to reach your phone, thinking about calling Taeyong to distract yourself or to come get you when the noises upstairs stopped.

“FUCK YOU!”

It was so loud it made you jump.

You heard the deep tenor of Johnny’s voice in the background, before her higher-pitched one cut through the air. “Fucking asshole!” You heard thumps of footsteps, much quicker and lighter than before, and sounds of zippers being pulled. When they stopped close to the door of your room, which was still slightly ajar, you kept thinking shit. There was no way you could pretend you were asleep this entire time anymore.

“Give me your fucking car keys. I’m leaving right now.”

“Look, I-“

“Do you even remember my name?” The small but significant silence that followed was so intentionally on point that you couldn’t help but snigger, covering your mouth with your palm to remain quiet.

When you heard the door slam, you lay properly in bed, still going with the plan that you were gonna pretend you somehow slept through that. As if like a badly-scripted TV show, the door to your room opened as you tried to tuck yourself in, not quick enough to avoid Johnny at the door.

“Oh, hey.” For some reason, everything was immediately extremely funny, and it was like trying to guide an elephant going estray, the way everything in you was trying not to burst out laughing.

“Sorry about the noise.”

“It’s fine.” You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “I was awake anyway. Migraine’s pretty much gone.” You gestured awkwardly to your head, reaching out to grab your phone now properly. “I think Taeyong’s ready to pick me up now.” You turned the screen on as you said this, as if you just read texts from him. In reality, your phone was dry and empty, the lockscreen of you and Taeyong making a heart at the beach last summer glaring back at you in the dark. “I’ll be out of your hair soon.”

“No trouble.” He walked into the room, door now fully open. You crossed your legs on the bed, not knowing what to say or how to act, not knowing why he was now silently looking over the dresser in the room to your left.

“I said your name.”

Your blood froze, body reacting before your brain. You sputtered, “I, uh, what?”

He opened his mouth to reply, now fully turned towards you, but you brought a finger to your own lips. “That’s okay. Don’t need to explain, Johnny. I, just, why would you say that?” The last part refused to remain a thought in your heard, instead spilling out of you in words drenched in emotional blender soup.

“You just said you don’t need an explanation.”

“Ugh, Johnny,” you rubbed your temples, not because of an incoming migraine, but in a more dramatic, single mom in a bad murder mystery novel kind of way. “You always do this. You know what I mean.”

When you looked up, his eyes were softer than you thought. He looked…vulnerable, and lost. He had the other end of that string that you held onto as you slipped deeper into the quicksand, standing there, looking like only one who could pull you out.

He walked closer to you, and your body did not move away. He got close enough to sit on the edge of the bed, slouched over, and you dragged your legs over to sit next to him. “I’m your fucking niece?” You laughed easily now, and you watched his body vibrate as his body copied yours. “It was the only thing I could think of in the moment, okay?” His smile made your body feel electric, like you could conquer anything in that moment. And for a moment, you surrendered to the notion that it was exactly 10 months ago, on the precipice of the moment it all fell apart.

Why did you break up with me? You wanted so desperately to say, your voice coarse from screaming it in your mind for hours every day. But instead, you answered his measured attempts to keep a light conversation.

“You had any migraine this bad in a while?”

“No.” you shook your head, now tucking your legs in underneath you to lean on the bedframe, his body turning to face you as you did. “Been seeing a new physician. She’s much better.”

“Oh yeah? Finally dumped Dr Misogyny?”

“Uh huh. I figured I didn’t need someone who kept trying to convince me I was overreacting and being hysterical.”

“Mmm. Good on you, sweetheart.” Even though you knew how easily Johnny threw endearing terms around, your stomach still flipped violently at his reply, and you gulped.

“Taeyong’s been good too. He’s sleeping a lot better. Not working too late anymore.”

“That’s good.” Johnny readjusted on the bed, inching closer towards you. “He works way too hard. As do you.”

“Johnny…” Your voice ever so slightly caught in your throat, and it was noticeable enough for him to catch. You mentally cursed, but that’s when something in you went fuck it, and you went in straight for the kill.

“Why did you leave me…us?” Your voice shook, no matter how strongly you willed it not too, and the last word came out like a forbidden whisper.

He looked directly into your eyes, as if he was relieved that you asked him, like he’d been holding onto the response for the past 10 months. “I…I regretted it every single day.”

“Then you should have fucking told me.” You sucked in a breath. “You could have said anything to me, and I would have come running. I trust you, I…I love you.” Every breath felt painful as you let your confession hang in the air dangerously. “You know that.”

“I know, _.”

Before you could even let yourself process the moment, you leant over and kissed him. The guilt throbbing in your gut exploded like a small fire as it catches on to grow endlessly large and overwhelming. He grabbed your body, lifting you to rest on his lap, your kisses growing feverish with heat.

When you pulled away, you opened your eyes to come to your senses. “N-no, we shouldn’t.”

“Stop that.” He whispered against the skin of your neck. “You know he wouldn’t care.”

“That’s the problem. We need to do this properly.”

“You know why we can’t do that.”

“I don’t, Johnny. I don’t know why we can’t.” You began to argue with him, but he shut you up by hoisting your upper body further and further up, biting and sucking the skin down the base of your neck, collarbone, and between your breasts. Your arms latched onto his muscular shoulders as you rocked naturally on his lap. “God, fuck you, Johnny.” He chuckled against your clothed torso.

“Give me a second.” He pushed you gently backwards, rising up on his knees to let you watch as he pulled his shirt off with one hand. He fell on top of you in one fell swoop, kissing you between the cages of his muscular arms. His body rolled onto yours, making you gasp. “Johnny, I-“

“I know. Just let me. Okay?”

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nachojaehyun · 10 months ago

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me gustas tu

pairing. rival idol johnny + idol afab reader

summary. an imagined scenario of what it would be like to have the johnny suh as your rival idol.

warnings. suggestive, strong language, mentions of alcohol

note. i'm back? i think.

"and the SMA for the best composer goes to... Y/N!"

the applause was deafening, yet you remained stoic. with a minuscule smile etched onto your lips, you graciously walked onto the stage and accepted your award.

as the speech you prepared blurted out from your lips, a familiar pair of brown irises glared into yours. you could recognize them even among a sea of ten thousand people in the dark, you were sure.

"but most of all," your smirk grew. "thank you for hating me. you losers sure give me the motivation to grind harder than ever."

the cheers seemed to subdue as you caught his expression hardening. those mono-lidded eyes held cinch about one thing for sure— your dress looked awfully good on you.

sigh. that was all he could muster.

as you descended the stage, his eyes were raking over your form, red dress stretched over your ass. he realized that this vision of his would be enough to satisfy his fantasies for the rest of the month— because he knew he would never be able to fulfill them.

the dusk fell, and soon you found yourself in the ballroom of a hotel that had been booked. your body stumbled under the glittering lights as you brought up a glass of champagne to your painted lips. as the alcohol seeped in, you realized that he was onto you.

johnny's eyes were trained on you. despite managing to hold a conversation with 3 of his peers, his attention was solely on you. the Chicago native cursed the heavens above for not being able to get you out of his head.

groaning, he grew frustrated. "excuse me, gentlemen," he tipped his glass towards them, before making his way over to you. he sauntered through the sea of people, muttering out apologies to every body he bumped into— beelining for his one destination.

presence beaming with curiosity, the dark-haired man suddenly grabbed your waist and your glass, smoothly landing both containers of champagne on a table before gliding you toward a corner.

the music was too loud, but you knew that you'd still pay heed to johnny's voice more than anything.

"well well well," you giggled, grabbing onto his shoulder for support. "if it isn't my number one hater! how are you doing after losing to me?"

your open back was pinned to the curtain-draped wall as you peered into his eyes. there it was again, the infamous siren eyes of johnny suh, Chicago's heartthrob— those eyes loomed over your own.

your heart was swimming with desire, every inch of your being wanting to claim the man in front of you.

but you knew you couldn't.

your entire relationship with johnny was based on backhanded taunts, rude remarks to the press, and constantly spreading hate about each other on social media— there was nothing sweet about this story.

"my fans seem to be tired it seems, how could a lazy fandom like yours ever win?" he smirks, pulling you impossibly close to his body.

"oh there it is," you grabbed the collar of his blue thom browne suit. "there's the johnny suh i know! was wondering how you could stay put for that long," you hiccuped. the man wanted nothing but to kiss your pouty lips.

his mouth itched with the urge.

"and i was wondering how you could stay sober for so long."

offering him a simple laugh, you smack his chest, before allowing your hands to slide down to his torso. the white and newly pressed shirt feels crisp under your finger and, oh how you wanted to rip every button off them.

when you look up into johnny's eyes, he is staring at you with blown-out orbs, and you knew you were in dangerous territory. you just had to mark it.

time was running out. you had to do something— anything— to let him know that you wanted to accept this carnal attraction as much as he did.

you near his face, nose nearly touching the tip of his. johnny's chest bursts aflame, thinking that this is the moment.

the moment he had awaited for a lifetime.

"me gustas tu,"

you bent down, placing a small kiss on his collar. the red Dior lipstick transfers onto the blue suede, leaving a distinct mark. before johnny has time to react, you are walking away— blending into the crowd as your devious smirk floods his mind.

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vnti-vnxiety-recs · 4 months ago

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Hi again! If I may, I’d like to req one of Johnny as F2L mentioning “no one’s gonna wanna keep trying to bully the fairy hybrid (we’ll say for the sake of this moment that it is not a common one) when her best friend/betrothed is an Apex-predator” hybrid (thinking jaguar since Johnny is a big cat lol) BUT I just wasn’t sure how creative is too out-there & since I mentioned various creatures in my initial asks, so if that’s too out-there I can request something else •w•

My lovely bugs it was a pleasure writing for you once again. It got a little dark in the middle but this was so much fun to write holy cow. Also I see your Dark Hyuck fic and i will DEFINITELY be writing that just give me some time I got chu

Bullying and physical assault

Jaguar hybrid!Johnny x Fairy!Reader

Hiding them was no easy feat. You had wished upon countless stars—maybe even a hundred—to make them disappear, but here they remained. You despised your wings; unlike other winged hybrids, there was no way to conceal them. Fairy wings were too delicate, too sensitive. You couldn't simply tuck them behind your back or under a shirt. They would itch and cramp, demanding attention. You had to stretch them for at least an hour before you could take flight again.

“Why hide them at all?” people often asked. Your wings were stunning, sparkling like gold in the right light. But you hid them to fit in. Hybrids were still adjusting to life in society after emerging from hiding. Living among humans required you to blend in; as long as you stayed out of their way, they weren’t that bad.

Many hybrids navigated this world successfully. Take your best friend Johnny, for instance. He was a jaguar hybrid, with sharp teeth, keen eyes, and a tail he could fully conceal. While everyone knew he was a hybrid, he managed to blend in. His relaxed demeanor made others feel comfortable, despite being near a born predator.

You, on the other hand, hadn’t been so fortunate. Your mother insisted it was jealousy that drove them. Humans, she said, would rather destroy what they couldn't have than allow someone else to possess it. Perhaps that explained why your kind was so rare. And so here you were, feeling the weight of that destruction, the very essence of your existence threatened by the envy of others.

“Freak!” The word cut through the air with sharpness, echoing the feelings you fought to suppress. You’d grown accustomed to such insults, but it never hurt less. Each time a part of you cringed, hoping for a day when people would see you as more than just an anomaly. But Johnny made everything a little bit better. As long as he was by your side, no one dared to mess with you.

“You sure you’re okay walking to your next class? It’s halfway across campus,” Mark, the tiger hybrid from your philosophy lecture, asked with concern etched in his features. “You know I’ve got your back if anything happens.”

Mark was genuinely kind and always looked out for you—all the hybrids on campus had formed a protective pact. Still, they couldn't always be there, and you didn’t want to burden anyone with your problems.

“No, it’s okay. I don’t want to make you late again,” you replied, waving him off with a smile that felt a little forced. You appreciated his concern, truly, but you desperately wanted to prove you could handle things on your own, even when the world seemed determined to remind you of your difference.

“Alright, but be careful, okay? Text me if you need anything,” Mark replied, a hint of worry still present in his tone. You nodded, and as he hurried off, you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the trek across campus, one foot in front of the other, determined to reach your next class without incident.

You were managing just fine, your earphones in place, and your wings tucked in tightly against your back as you made your way to the next class. "Almost there," you repeated silently to yourself, the words a mantra that helped keep the anxiety at bay. But then someone called out to you, and your heart sank when you recognized the voice.

“Haein,” you muttered under your breath, as the familiar figure approached. Haein thrived on bullying you, choosing moments like this—when you were alone, vulnerable—to unleash his cruelty. You could already feel the tension coiling in your chest, the usual fear taking hold.

“Where are you going, Tinker?” he sneered, a cruel smirk spreading across his face. Your stomach twisted, and for a moment, you felt frozen in place, the familiar dread washing over you. You wanted to muster the courage to stand up for yourself, but his sharp gaze made it hard to breathe.

Words failed you as panic coursed through your veins; you knew that anything you said would only escalate the situation.

“Nothing to say? Well, we'll see about that,” Haein taunted, grasping your arm and pulling you with a force that left you reeling. Your heart raced as you scanned your surroundings, desperately hoping someone would notice, someone would help. But the looks you received only reinforced the truth: no one cared.

He dragged you to the old gym, the creaking doors creaking ominously as he threw you onto the dusty ground. Instinct kicked in; you tried to scramble to your feet, but in a swift movement, he stepped down hard on one of your wings, pinning it beneath his boot.

A scream tore from your throat, the searing pain echoing in the empty space around you. You felt like a moth with its wings pinned—a fragile creature trapped in the grip of a predator, vulnerable and alone. Desperation surged through you, but all you could do was writhe in agony, hoping to somehow break free from the nightmare.

“I knew you could talk,” Haein said with a twisted grin.

“Let go,” you grit out, your voice barely above a whisper but laced with defiance.

“I think I like you down there; it’s where you belong. Crawling around in the dirt like the insect you are,” he sneered. “You know what I heard? I heard one scale from those wings of yours could go for hundreds.”

In response, you did the only thing you could do. You screamed.

“No one's going to hear—”

But before he could finish, an animalistic growl cut through his words, and suddenly the weight on your wing lifted. You winced as you sat up, blinking in confusion as you processed what had just happened.

Johnny stood over Haein, sharp fangs bared and glowing yellow eyes locked onto him. He looked ready to pounce.

“Johnny, no! Let him go!” You shouted, panic rising in your throat. While a part of you relished the thought of watching Johnny tear Haein to shreds, your concern for Johnny overshadowed your desire for revenge. You knew Haein’s family was wealthy and powerful, and they would undoubtedly press charges if Johnny struck. It wasn’t just your life at stake; it was his future too.

Johnny’s gaze flickered to you for a fleeting moment, his eyes shifting back to their familiar warmth before he turned back to confront Haein. The tension in the air crackled like static electricity.

“If I ever see you near her again…” Johnny's voice dripped with menace, his smile revealing sharp teeth that only seemed to emphasize his threat. Haein’s bravado crumbled under the weight of Johnny's fierce presence, and with a final desperate gulp, he scrambled to his feet and fled.

As soon as he was gone, you finally managed to stand up, relief flooding through you, and Johnny was at your side in an instant.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” His voice was laced with concern, inspecting you for any sign of injury.

You offered him a brave smile, grateful for his presence. “I’m okay now, thanks to you.”

Johnny’s frown deepened, a look of regret clouding his features. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here faster. I didn’t know the bullying was that bad.”

“It’s okay,” you reassured him, placing a hand gently on his arm. “I can’t expect you to always be there for me.”

Johnny shook his head firmly, the intensity in his gaze softening as he spoke. “No, I will always be there for you. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if something ever happened to you.” He paused, a teasing glint appearing in his eyes. “Besides, who’s going to mess with the fairy hybrid when her big, scary jaguar boyfriend is always by her side?”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, and heat rushed to your cheeks at the revelation. “Boy—boyfriend?” you stammered, your heart racing at the word.

You had always harbored a crush on Johnny, but you had dismissed the whispers from your friends that he felt the same way. This moment felt surreal, leaving you momentarily speechless.

“Oh, my bad,” he said, a playful smile creeping across his lips. “I should probably take you out on a date first.”

The butterflies in your stomach took flight, and you couldn’t help but grin at him, the earlier tension fading into something sweeter. “A date, huh? Are you asking me out?”

“Absolutely,” he said, his expression turning earnest. “I’d really like to. Just us, no bullies, no drama—just a chance for you to see how amazing you are without anyone bothering you.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and you found yourself nodding, excitement bubbling within you. “I’d love that.”

Johnny’s smile widened, his joy infectious. “Great! Then it’s a date.” He paused for a moment, his expression turning serious. “Just remember, no one messes with my girl.”

With those words, your earlier worries faded, replaced by the warmth of possibilities. Maybe with Johnny by your side, you could finally take a stand against the bullies—and even take a step toward something more beautiful than you had ever imagined.

As you stepped out of the old gym, the crisp air felt refreshing against your skin, but it was Johnny's presence next to you that brought the most comfort.

“They are beautiful, you know,” he began, casually glancing sideways at you as you walked together.

“Hmm,” you softly hummed, your thoughts still lingering on what had just happened.

“Your wings,” he said, his voice sincere and warm. “I think they’re probably my favorite part about you.”

You hadn’t noticed the tears streaming down your cheeks until Johnny leaned in closer, his expression shifting to one of gentle concern. With tenderness, he wiped away a tear with his thumb, his touch soft like a feather. "Hey, it’s okay," he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur, filled with kindness.

Without thinking, you leaned into his touch, feeling both vulnerable and safe. “I just… I never knew how much those words could mean.” Your voice trembled, choked with emotion as you struggled to maintain composure.

Johnny’s gaze softened, and he moved closer, creating a cocoon of warmth around you both. “You deserve to hear that, and so much more. I’ll always be here to remind you,” he promised, his eyes steady and reassuring.

Feeling the flutter of your wings, you realized that this was a turning point—not just in your connection with Johnny, but in how you saw yourself. Maybe you weren’t just a target for bullies; you were someone deserving of love, protection, and admiration. And for the first time, emboldened by Johnny’s words, you felt like you could fly.

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jaembilog · 2 years ago

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rough.

rough /rəf/ adj. (of a person or their behavior) not gentle; violent or boisterous.

character: fratboy!johnny suh x virgin!reader

genre: smut, hurt/comfort, angst

tw: may contain themes of physical abuse and corruption kink. read at your own risk.

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"Are you okay?" Johnny asked, his eyes probing mine very carefully to see if I had any uncertainties.

I merely nodded as I'm terrified to trust my own voice. I concentrated on him as his right hand moved in between us. As he ran his tip over my folds a couple more times, his hooded eyes looked right through me. I could feel the pressure as he pushed into me. I winced, but he entwined our fingers to distract me from the pain that was creeping up on me. As whimpers spilled from my lips, he placed our hands on either side of my head. He pushed deeper into me, which seemed agonizingly slow. The sensation in between my legs was weird, but gazing at his contorted face, I felt something in me and decided to trust him. It should go away, right?

"I wish you knew how amazing you make me feel, baby. You have no clue how badly I want to ease your pain. You're so tense," his voice is raspy. I squeezed his hands to convince him that everything was alright. I can't allow my distress spoil this moment. I can't afford to make him feel sorry for feeling good. I had no doubts about his words. He was always there to protect me; all he ever cared about was my safety.

It made me feel uneasy when he started rolling his hips forward. Even as I cried out in pain, he pressed in even further. I tried to slow and deepen my breath to match his in an attempt to calm my body down. The moment my eyes met his, I could tell that guilt was welling up in them. He felt terrible whenever he caused pain on me. When tears streamed down my face, he was probably feeling even more guilty.

"If you wish to stop this princess, let me know. I care about how you feel about this." Johnny brushed his lips across the almost-dry tears that were still on my cheeks before giving me a tender peck on the lips. He was looking for an answer from me, so I decided to give one to him as quickly as possible: "It's okay, baby. I'm okay." I never wanted to feel the same level of intimacy with another person as I felt with him. I suppressed the sobs in an effort not to worry him, despite the fact that the unpleasant sensation I was experiencing down there got more intense.

"Baby, you're so tight."

At this point, all I've ever wanted is to experience the same level of pleasure that he's having. But then he proceeded to do something that was completely unexpected. He let go of my hands and supported himself by holding onto the headboard that was over my head. I became eager to know what was going on in his mind, so I tried to look into his eyes to see what he was thinking, but they were screwed shut.

"Johnny? Baby? Are you okay?" I couldn't help but feel uneasy whenever I heard him grunt. My uneasiness turned into fear the moment he finally opened both of his eyes. His eyes, which had been dark brown before, changed to a pitch-black color. It was almost as if he were in a trance state this time. I lost him. Where was the man who had just been comforting me over and over again earlier? I attempted to give him a hug, but he resisted by holding my hips with his left hand. Right this moment, I'm on the verge of having a panic attack. He began thrusting. It got to the point where I couldn't handle it, but he simply kept increasing the pace. Is this how first times usually felt? My sobs are getting increasingly more audible as I flail both of my arms in an attempt to calm him down. This helped me realize how he had never developed the habit of being gentle when it came to sex.

"John…Johnny, please." I hated how I ended up stumbling over my words. I wanted to lean in and give him a quick kiss so that I could take back the goofy and sweet man that I fell in love with. I reached for his right cheek with some hesitation and attempted to cup it with my hand. "Please."

Again, he closed his eyes, and I watched as he did so. The speed of his thrusts slowed down over time. When he opened his eyes, the gorgeous brown eyes that had first caught my attention were there once more. His movements got less harsh as time went on. He did it. He came back to me. He did his thrusts slowly until we were both done. Surprisingly, the pain went away, but I couldn't take another round because I was too tired. I went to sleep right away, and I could feel him wrap me in a blanket.

"I love you, princess. I am sorry for hurting you," he hushed me as he gently kissed the top of my head.

When I woke up the next morning, I felt that someone was pulling me closer to them. When I eventually opened my eyes, I noticed that he was gazing at me with such affection that it seemed as though he was just waiting for me to finally wake up.

"How do you feel?" He whispered as he placed his chin on top of my head and fully enveloped me with his bare arms. I started tracing the swallow that was tattooed on his left anterior shoulder while humming softly. My entire body still feels sore from the night before. We allowed a few minutes of silence to pass before he broke it with his next remark.

"My love, you did so well." I was relieved. Last night, I really, truly believed that I had lost him. It's hard for me to decide whether or not this is the right time to bring it up. However, I made the decision not to and instead to enjoy this wholesome cuddling. "Would you be interested in going out to eat with me? You know that I cannot ask you to cook when you are still sore, right?" He chuckled, and I gave his left arm a quick pinch for being so smug.

"Since you asked, yes, I would gladly accept your offer because I am so hungry already. But, let me take a quick shower first."

"Can I join you?" I eyed him with some reluctance. "I honestly have no idea, babe. I don't think I'm going to be able to handle-"

"Don't worry, I won't make any moves. I'm not going to hurry things up, baby. I too am a living, breathing human being. I have to take a shower too, y'know?"

"Fine, fine," I laughed.

Johnny and I washed each other's hair while standing under the water together. When I looked at him, the first thing that went through my mind was, "ah, there is that look again." Those rich brown eyes of his were looking down at me with such affection. After we had finished washing each other's hair, the last thing we did was lather soap on our backs. "I'll always be endeared by the fact that you're much smaller than me. Look how hard you're trying to reach the top of my back. You're adorable."

"I know you're just making fun of me! Shut it, mister," I replied with a smile. He started tickling me out of nowhere and at this point, we were just making a mess in the bathroom. His laughter eventually vanished, as did his smile. His head tilted, and he had a puzzled expression on his face. I tried to follow the direction of his gaze. When I realized what he was looking at, I hastily made an effort to conceal them. He noticed them. He noticed my bruises.

His hand quickly moved to my hip, and he confirmed that he was the cause of my bruises.

"Was that me? It can't be right? H-how?" Johnny started to tear up. I immediately hugged him. "No baby, I mean, yes. You lost control, but it's okay. I'm okay. We're okay. You came back and that's all that matters."

"No, stop. Don't try to justify my actions. I'm in the wrong here. You didn't deserve that. You didn't deserve to feel like that on your first time. Please respond honestly, was I rough?"

Silence.

"Fuck, baby, please answer me, was I rough?"

I just looked at him. I can feel the tears building up already. "Y-you held me down when I tried to kiss you."

"I didn't mean to. Oh God, my baby, that shouldn't have happened with you." He dropped down to his knees and hugged my waist. "I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry."

"It's okay, Johnny. You came back to me. Please. Just stand up and hold me. I'm cold."

"You are the most important thing to me, okay? I will never intentionally hurt you. I will work on this. I will make sure you will never go through that again. Please give me a chance to make it up to you."

"Just please be gentle on me next time." I hugged him tighter to assure him he still have me.

"I promise. I love you so so much." He kissed the top of my head then gave me a light peck. "I love you, too."

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imnotjaesblog · 1 year ago

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The Entertainer

Staring- Johnny Suh

Genre- Lovers, Fighting, Jealousy, Smut, Johnny is Dom but turns into a Sub, Surprise Dom Y/n, Angst (A lot of it). Fluff (Mainly at the end).

Warnings: Are None

Jaehyun is mentioned

2k Words

MINORS DO NOT READ

Enjoy ;)

“I don’t understand how you don’t see the issue here!” You said. You slammed your purse on the counter letting out a sigh. Your hand reached up rubbing your temples. Your heels long forgotten being removed by the door. The annoying shoes were only adding to your frustration so you removed them the minute you had the chance. Which was in the long car ride home.

Tonight like many other nights the company you work at was holding an event where all your coworkers were present. You worked at the top company in the country having a nice position to prove it. Your boyfriend worked at the same company just a little below you and had attended the party with you.

During the party a female employee at your company decided she wanted her go at Johnny. Now she wasn’t just any regular employee. Her father owned the company and pretty much gave her the high paying job so that she wouldn’t have to search for one. He handed her her place like he did for his son.

When she approached him not only did he not turn her away but entertained her the whole night or as much as you could take. He didn’t kiss her or get her phone number but when she touched him, winked at him and flirted with him he didn’t stop her. He didn’t move away or tell her to stop. Instead he just let her be, sometimes he even flirted back. You had enough when you saw them together dancing.

“What good would have gotten me if I pushed her away? Her dad owns the company. What if I pushed her away and she has me fired?” Johnny questioned watching as your turned back spins to met his frame. He was still removing his dress shoes by the door as he argued back with you.

“Or what if she fired you instead? She told me if I didn’t dance with her she’d be upset,” he continued his protest against your argument. This was supposed to be a nice evening. You usually didn’t go to company parties but everyone was expecting you to be there for the launch of their new product. You hoped the night would plan out well, it was until Johnny ruined it.

You huffed feeling the blood continue to rush all throughout your body reaching the pounding nerves in your forehead.

“I don’t care how upset she gets. You can still walk away! Excuse yourself politely and go to not make a scene,” you said removing your fingers form your head. Your hand slipped the table causing your purse to slide to the side. You placed a hand on her hip, your leg shaking.

“But no! Instead you had to be an entertainer!” You said loud enough for Johnny to throw his shoe on the ground and come marching over to you. You warned him with your hands and eyes not to come further. You didn’t want him to touch you right now. Your body would probably set his hand on fire form how hot you were right now. The angry pouring out of you, oozing sweat and steam from your body like a heater. He stopped once he became a couple feet away from you.

“Your right,” he nodded his head. “I shouldn’t have entertained her actions. I should have walked away,” he said, the start of his apology. He sighed hands coming to your waist but you pulled away. Brows furrowed you didn’t fear looking into his eyes. Normally his eyes would make you weak, nervous even. But now all you could see was him laughing at her jokes and touching her waist when someone came by. You were angry with him and he wanted you to calm down. To relax and see things his way. So what if her dad owned the company? He still could have removed himself and came to you.

You turned away to the fridge. “Johnny what if I did that? What if I went up to one of my coworkers and touched his arm,” you touched Johnny’s arm lightly when you returned, a small container of berries in your hand. He watched you closely. “What if I ran my fingers up his chest when he hugged me Hello and Goodbye?” You created the motion on his chest. “What is I hugged him tightly and pulled him onto the dance floor and didn’t push him away?” You asked creating the image in his head. Johnny huffed eyes narrowing into yours. You held his shoulders pulling out the bat stool. You sat him down spreading his legs with yours.

He sat back hands rubbing up and down his slacks.

“What if I squeezed his thigh when he said a joke or let him feed me? But it was only an excuse to touch my lips? Let him wipe away the food from the corner of my mouth and suck his own fingers,” you said placing the tip of your thumb on Johnny’s plush lips. His brown eyes grew big as he starred into yours. Patiently waiting for your next move. You hummed at his reaction. Your thump falling from his lip. You dragged your finger down watching as his lip bounced back into its place.

You opened the container on the island taking a berry out. He watched eyes following the hand that took the berry and the hand that brought it to his lips. You dragged it against the skin watching as the juice poured onto his mouth. You pushed it past his lips, he opened his mouth for better access letting the berry onto his tongue. You removed your thump to only wipe the corner of his mouth of red juice. You brought your own finger backed and sucked off his mess.

You hand ran up his neck to his brown locks lightly pulling on his hair. “What if I did that with that one coworker you really don’t like? What if I let Jaehyun do that to me? Would that make you feel good?” You asked so many questions that had no answer. Johnny remained quiet and let you do what you needed to do to make your point. But he couldn’t lie to himself. Your touch was making him weak. The way you pulled his hair softly. The way you gripped his thigh, feed him the berries and sent him a smile. When you laughed at the juice of the strawberry on the side of his mouth and you wiped it away sucking on your finger.

The same, but very different show he given to that girl.

“You wouldn’t like that right?” You asked pursing your lips. Johnny shook his head jaw slightly opened you put the fruit away and turned back to him tapping your nails on the counter a hand placed on your hip. The image had faded and Johnny was back to reality once again. The tapping seemed to wake him up from his trance. He turned to face stern and disappointed he had fallen for your little stunt.

“Maybe next party I will let him touch me. I know he’s into me too and can you believe his father is also the owner of the company?” You asked sarcastically. You gushed in his face placing a hand on your hip. You brought the strawberry you didn’t put away to your lips taking a bite from it. Some of the juice formed at the side of your mouth. You brought your own fingers up and sucked on the juice humming at the taste. You licked your lips feeling proud of the effects you had on Johnny during your little show.

“So no hard feelings if he fucks me too right? I just want to keep my job,” you said nonchalantly. You opened the trash with your foot throwing away the green leaf. You walked off to your bedroom just down the hall. Johnnys eyes widened he stood up from his seat and followed behind you. He grabbed your arm but you pulled away back still turned. “Don’t follow me. I’m gonna shower then I’m going to bed,” you pulled away and continued your journey to the bathroom. Johnny sighed watching you leave. He fixed his dress shirt feeling his body become very warm all of a sudden.

“Fuck,” he cursed as he saw you remove your dress just where he could see it. The door only opened ajar. He appeared slowly to the door. You stripped out of the blue fabric letting it fall to the ground. He could see the curve of your ass concealed by your black underwear. Your back still turned to him as you stepped out the fabric. Then you turned away to grab something.

You knew he was watching you. The show wasn’t over yet. His eyes enlarged seeing your chest on display. You hadn’t put on a bra. You turned back around bending over and removed your panties agonizingly slow. He could see your folds and felt himself grow hard in his dress pants.

He went to walk over to you having enough but you walked into the bathroom turning on the shower locking the door behind you.

So he waited. He gathered your clothes and put them away. And then he waited. He sat right on the bed waiting for your return. He knew you weren’t going to let this go. And after your little imagine of Jaehyun you gave him, he understood why it upset you so much. He could have excused himself but he didn’t, he thought he was doing the right thing. Obviously that wasn’t the case and it back fired. He should have went to search for you instead. He knew he had to make it up to you. So he waited for you to come out of the shower where you’d be more relaxed.

He removed his blazer putting it away. He unbuttoned some of his white blouse buttons and ruffed up his brown hair just the way you liked it. He sat back on the edge of the bed facing the bathroom. He debated on whether to unbutton his pants or not but ultimately decided not to. When he heard the shower water turn off his ears perked up. He watched the door waiting for your frame to walk out.

You did. Dressed only in a towel that covered most of your body. You did your best to ignore Johnny, but you had caught a glimpse of him and it felt like you’d melt. His lips puffed out and chest barely on his display. He spread his legs and messed up his brown hair. You began to crave him but you couldn’t. You couldn’t give in. So you dropped the towel getting dressed in front of him.

However Johnny wouldn’t let you finish. He stood up standing tall over you. His front pressed against your naked back. Few water droplets still on your body soaked into his white shirt. He leaned his head down lips inches from your neck. Pressing his clothed erection into your ass, grinding softly on your skin. You let a shudder causing Johnny to smirk against your neck. You could feel the soft faints of his warm breath on your skin. Letting your eyes close for a brief moment. You felt the tips of his fingers graze the side of your skin. From your thigh to your waist line. His right hand slid over your arm like a snake. He grabbed your panties in his hand. He removed them from your fingers placing them back inside.

“You don’t need those,” he whispered on your skin. He kissed just under your ear slowly making his way down. You held back a moan when he sucked harshly but gently on your sweet spot. He brought his large hand down your shoulders massaging your breast. He pulled on your nipple and you arched your back against this front. He smirked seeing you so weak under him. He brought of his right hand down your body. Past your stomach and waist. He grabbed some of the flesh on your thigh squeezing it as he made his way up into your inner thigh.

His mouth agape watching as your lips separated a soft sigh leaving them. He almost had you. Relaxed under his body and calm.

He spread your legs apart just using his fingers forming a V. When you were spread in the slightest but enough for him to play with you he brought his fingers to your hole, gathering some of your wetness. He spread your juice around your pussy. Thump only occasionally pressing on your clit.

From the moment you saw him in the bed you felt your knees go weak. The wetness unable to stop itself from sliding down your leg. He gathered the juice all over his finger bringing back to your clit. He rubbed circles on the erected numb continuing his assault on your neck. Your head fell on his chest relaxing under his warm touch. His fingers moved from your clit finding their way inside you.

He teased around your hole. Circling the entrance until he figured you had enough. Tonight was all about you, he’s make sure he would entertain you tonight.

He pumped his fingers in and out of you, curving them to touch that sweet spot inside past your velvet walls to make you weak.

“Johnny,” you let out a gasp eyes closing. Johnny stopped his movements making you panic. You opened your eyes and watched as Johnny brought his fingers to your mouth. “Taste yourself,” he said deeply whispering in your ear. “You taste so good,” he said bringing his fingers to your lips. You opened your mouth letting his two fingers slide inside. You tasted yourself on his fingers sucking on them in the process. Johnny groaned at the sight seeing you take him so well. He turned you around hovering over you. The corner of your mouth glistening. When he removed his fingers some of your juice remained on the side of your mouth.

He brought his fingers up to the side of your mouth wiping your juice away bringing it to his lips sucking on the wetness. He hummed at the taste. You always tasted so good no matter what time of day it was. Johnny brought his fingers back down, past your thigh and back inside of you. You moaned out loud as he pumped them in and out of you quickly. “That’s it baby let me know how good I make you feel,” he said pumping his fingers inside you.

After you had enough gripping his wrist tightly as his fingers fucked into you deliciously he pulled out guiding you to the bed. He laid you flat grabbing a pillow from behind you and placing it under your back. Spreading your legs with his large hands he kneeled down becoming eye level with your pussy. Wasting no time he teased your clit bringing a hand up to massage your breast, pulling on your hard nipple. The other holding you down and spreading your lips as he attacked your clit.

“Fuck,” you cursed arching your back off the bed. Your fingers got tangled in his hair as you grounded against his face. “You have to forgive me baby,” he said against your sweet pussy. “I’ll never do it again. Next time I’ll push her away,” he said continuing his abuse on your clit. He licked and sucked on the bundle of nerves. Bringing his finger he drew circles around your hole before he placed it inside you, fucking you with his fingers nicely. “I’m sorry baby,” he said kissing your clit before he continued to assault it.

You were still annoyed with him but his mouth felt to good to stop. You grounded against his face as his fingers fucked you from below. His tongue circling your clit. You felt your stomach tighten, you were so close. You tighten around Johnnys fingers, he smirked knowing soon you’d cum all over his mouth. “Cum baby come on. Be good and cum for me,” he said against your pussy still pumping his fingers inside you. He started to become sweaty. Sweat falling down his body and causing his hair to stick to his forehead. The room becoming hotter than it was before.

He brought his mouth back to your clit, eyes watching you from below. You came hard in his mouth feeling your chest rise and fall. He sucked and licked every inch of your pussy just to make sure he got every drop of cum.

He licked his lips once he sat back up. His chin and parts of his exposed chest glistening with your release. He removed his shirt completely unbuttoning his buttons, as well as his pants. He starred back at you in awe. Palming himself over his boxers as he watched your pussy suck on air. The sight in front of you making you even hotter. His body exposed, muscle flexing and lips kissed burned. His hair dissolved and chest wet with your cum. You smirked at the sight in front of you proud that even if he was on top, he looked more fucked out then you did.

And you most definitely looked like a mess.

Pulling down his boxers he pumped himself in his hand. He aligned himself at your entrance but you stopped him. You sat up standing from the bed and walked inside the bathroom. You cleaned yourself up then walked out getting quickly dressed in your pajamas and left the bedroom. Johnny wide eyed had watched you in complete awe. He couldn’t believe it. You just got up and left. You had never done that before. He followed you out after putting his boxers back on.

He found you in the kitchen making a snack. He took the box of cookies from your hand and placed them on the counter. He looked you dead in your eyes making you gulp. But you threw your shoulders back devouring some confidence.

“Look, I know your mad but I said I’m sorry. I don’t want that girl I want you and I’ll keep proving to you how much you mean to me, but you can’t ignore me forever baby,” he said sincerely, but you remained silent. You were so stubborn, Johnny knew this so he sighed letting out a breath. He shook his head disappointed in him self for reaching this point.

“Your right okay. I should have walked away but I didn’t. I can’t change that but what I can do is make you feel good,” he said pulling you close to him by your waist a smirk on his lips. You did your smile away hands placing themselves on his strong biceps. They flex under your warm touch. This time you didn’t fight him especially when he picked you up and placed you on the counter. You giggled as he spread you thighs. Fingers coming between you to spread your legs effortlessly. He pressed himself against your clothed pussy still hard from the taste of your core.

“Let me make you feel good baby then you can be angry with me tomorrow,” he said slowly grinding himself onto you. You held back a moan biting your lip. Head slightly falling back trying to hold back your smile. You bit your lip, he watched smirking as you slowly became undone. You couldn’t resist him for long no matter how hard you tried.

He pressed harder laying you back. He removed your silk shorts down your thighs. You weren’t wearing any panties. He licked his lips bringing his finger to spread you and circle your clit. You let out a moan you tried to hold. His plan was working. He removed his boxers letting them fall to the ground. He didn’t want to waste any more time. This night is supposed to be about you, but he just couldn’t wait to fuck you. He pumped himself as he circled your clit watching your face change trying to hide the pleasure that was so evident on your face.

He aligned himself at your entrance slipping past your folds rubbing your clit with his tip. He let out a sigh feeling hot from teasing you. You furrowed your brows and punched his bicep. “Johnny please,” you begged. He pressed his tip onto your clit circling it. You tightly trapped his bicep. “

“Please what?” He asked smirking. You sighed closing your eyes. You became frustrated with the lack of attention. “Fuck me, do something!” you pleaded. He inched himself inside you, past your velvet walls. Once he was fully inside he didn’t move. Letting you adjust to his size. He felt so thick inside you, so full. You tapped his thigh letting him know he could move.

At first his movements were slow finding a rhythm good for the both of you. Once he found it he fucked into harder picking up his pace. Head falling back as he fucked into you. He gripped your waist tighter and slightly fell forward when you squeezed him. You leaned up on your elbows head falling back. His grip on your wrists tighten holding you steady.

“Faster Johnny,” you moaned arm wrapped around his neck. He brought you closer letting you use him for support. From this angle he was much deeper inside you, fucking you deliciously. He fucked into you faster hips thrusting against yours. The sound of skin slapping and wet noises filled the kitchen. Johnny’s mouth fell opened as he watched himself disappear in you. He let out a groan feeling you squeeze around him again. The squeeze shocking jerked him forward. He pulled you close slightly lifting you up and groaning lowly in your ear.

You moaned as he brought his finger to your clit rubbing your numb in quick circles to match his speed. “Fuck baby your taking me so well,” he moaned into your ear. “Gonna make my baby feel good. Let her know what she means to me,” he said groaning in your ear. He continued his incredible speed. Thrusting hard inside your juices squishing together. Sweat trickled down your forehead and spine your body becoming hot with how close Johnny was to you. Sweat stuck to Johnnys forehead too. His long brown hair sticking to his head.

Your fingers ran up his back and into his hair grabbing a fistful. Sitting forward and using his hands around you for support you pulled his head back using the brown locks as support. Johnny didn’t even mind, he liked being the dominant one but didn’t mind every once in a while when you took control. You leaned forward bringing his lips to yours. You kissed him passionately as he continued to fuck you. When you pulled back you bit his lip pulling it back to you. It was so nasty and dirty and Johnny loved it. He knew the signal action was to remind him you were his. He more than enjoyed it, you were hot when you were possessive.

“I’m gonna cum baby,” he said lips hovering over yours. You pulled his hair again bouncing along with him. “So cum baby but you can’t cum inside me,” you teased licking his lips a smirk forming on your skin. Your mouth moved down to his neck sucking on his sweet spot. He groaned lost in your lips. Then your words dawned on him. He widened his eyes shaking his head. “Then where do I cum?” He asked. You shrugged tightening around him. You were just as close to cumming as him. He jerked forward head resting in your shoulder as you continued to squeeze him tightly.

“If you keep doing that I’ll cum,” he whined in your ear. You chuckled doing it again letting go of his hair and using your elbows to balance you. He rubbed your clit faster bringing his other hand to pull your hair back. Your neck exposed as your tits bounced from his thrust. “Fucking cum baby. Cum all over my cock,” he says. You moan head falling back as you came all over his cock soaking his dick with your cum. With the sensitivity added you couldn’t control the clenching. Johnny couldn’t control himself feeling the end so near, still not having a place to cum.

“Are you sorry?” You asked. He nodded furiously.

“Words baby?” You said. He sighed, “Yes baby I’m so fucking sorry,” he said. You smirked nodding your head. “Good. You can cum in me,” you said and he let out a loud groan as he painted your insides white. You were on the pill (Still not the best thing to do though). He continued to slowly thrust in you watching your juice combine and squish together. His jaw slack, his chest heaved and his hair a mess. He slipped out of you slowly. He lifted you up and brought you to your shared bedroom. He cleaned both you and him up then turned to dress you.

Once he laid down with you in his arms he put on a movie. “Johnny,” he heard your voice in the darkness. He adjusted his head to face you. You were curled cutely into his side. “Yes my love?” He asked waiting patiently for you to speak. You sighed hiding yourself in his side. He chuckled seeing how cute you were. “I’msorry,” the words came out muffled. “What?” He asked. You sighed raising your head.

“I’m sorry I got so mad. I know you would never cheat on me, it just made me uncomfortable,” you said rubbing your eye. You were starting to feel tired but you didn’t want to fall asleep mad at him.

He nodded touching your side. He pulled you close placing a sweet, tender kiss in your forehead and then your lips. “I’m sorry too baby, I really am,” he said. You nodded hugging him close hiding your head in his chest. “And I’m sorry I said I let Jaehyun Fuck me,” you said. Johnny chuckled rubbing your head softly. You could fall asleep like this, you have. “I think that pissed me off the most,” he said honestly. You looked up at him fingers dancing in his naked chest. “I love you,” you said.

“I love you,” he said kissing you and then not to long after you fell asleep.

Fin

Hope you enjoyed. I’ve been thinking about writing something with Johnny just never knew what to write until now.

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nctsplug02 · 1 year ago

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Recently I been thinking about romantic sensual sex with Johnny but it lasts like the whole night. Different positions, cuddles, cream pies UGHHHHHHHH I WANT THIS MANNB 😭😭😩😩😩

How About Now? J.suh

GENRE: friends with benefits, fluff, smut, slight angst!

WARNINGS: body shaming, accusations, harassment, name-calling (sexually and abusively), crying, flirting, kissing, protected and unprotected sex, creampie, anal, doggy style, spooning, missionary, riding, backwards cowgirl, breast play, oral sex (both F and M receiving), and cum-eating!

it’s five in the morning, you leave for work in five hours.

you can’t sleep, especially with your close friends dick balls deep in your cunt.

tonight was not planned, johnny your FWB wasn’t supposed to be over, but he was so needy and impatient.

without asking, he sneaks over and climbs up the balcony, knocking on your door and watching as you sit up in a hurry.

“he did not!” johnny could hear your whisper on the other side as you climb out of bed and unlock the doors for him.

the man explains that he couldn’t wait until friday to see you which explains why you’re folded in half with your knees to your chest and with johnny pounding his cock in you.

“j—johnny, ‘s getting k—kinda hard to breathe.” you gasp out quietly. “just a little longer, baby. i’m almost there, alright?”

you shut your eyes and bite your lip, ignoring the tightening in your chest and focusing on his tip kissing your g-spot with passion and quickness.

a whimper slips from your throat and blends in with the creaks coming from the springs of your old bed.

you re-open your eyes and look up at johnnys when he slows his pace. “w—what, w—why?” johnny sits up a bit but barely moves an inch. “let’s keep it down, alright, baby?”

before you can protest about his hypocritical saying, he picks up his pace, again causing you to fall silent.

your nails dig into johnnys biceps as your orgasm sneaks closer. johnnys thrusts become sloppy— both from the condom and his climax reaching.

“‘m so close, baby.” johnny growls as he rests his forehead on yours. “cum with me, please?” johnny whines, “when you’re asking like that? no way am i passing on that, baby.”

within seconds, you reach your orgasm with johnny. johnny bites hard on his bottom lip and swears he tastes the slightest hint of blood.

“gah— fuck!” johnny tries to ignore the overwhelming feeling of your walls tightening around his dick. “fuck, fuck, fuck.” johnny sighs and uses the rest of his energy to push himself back so that he’s sitting in his heels.

you whine and sit up when feeling the sudden emptiness. “again, again, please?” johnny frowns and reaches forward, cupping your left cheek with his right hand and rubbing your cheekbone. “i’d love to, baby. but, i gotta get’cha cleaned up and then you have to go to sleep for work.”

you tut in annoyance when receiving an answer you didn’t want. “fine— but, i want you to hold me until i fall asleep then you can.. leave.”

“i can do that, baby. but, let’s get you cleaned up first, yeah?” you nod and sigh when feeling johnny pull his hand away.

“should we take a quick shower?” johnny asks, slipping off the bed and grabbing a towel nearby and wiping the sweat off his forehead. “i’m gonna sound disgusting but no, i just wanna be wiped down and then i wanna be in your arms.”

johnny laughs a little and reaches down, pulling off the condom and tying it securely before tossing it in the small trash by your desk.

johnny walks over to you with the same towel he’d used to wipe his sweat and cleans you up. “you’re so pretty, y/n.” johnny says as he wipes away your sweat and looks down at you.

your face heats up and you quickly bite back a smile.

“okay,” johnny throws the towel back onto the office chair and lays next to you. “c’mere, baby.” he says as he’s taking you in his arms.

“you have work in a few hours, go to bed, okay?” johnny says, kissing your temple and rubbing your arm. “i’ll be here when you wake up and get ready for work.”

you tsk and roll your eyes. “what? what was that about?” you shake your head and shrug. “c’mon, y/n. what is it, baby?”

you sigh and toss a leg over his lap. “we really can’t go another round?” you ignore johnnys question and concern.

but johnny doesn’t mind and instead lets out a giggle and shakes his head. “no, we can’t. you have work and i need you going in fully rested not.. with wobbly legs.”

you bite your lip and run your hand over his abs, slowly moving your down to his barely soft cock.

“oh,” you look up at johnny who lays with a grin on his face. “how about now?” johnny sits the two of you up and flips you on your stomach so your ass hangs in the air.

you gasp and jerk forward when feeling a sharp spank land on your right ass cheek. “you asked for it, baby.”

a giggle comes from you as you listen to johnny dig in your nightstand for another condom.

you wake up feeling overheated.

you groan and push off the thick blanket, rubbing your eyes and then sitting up.

in a rush, you grab the blanket and cover yourself, the cold air blows against your nipples causing your whole body to have chicken skin.

you look to your side and tap your phone, seeing it’s fully charged, you unplug the thing and check the time; 7:21AM.

you groan and look on the other side of you and when your eyes come into focus, you notice the empty bedside.

of course he didn’t stay, why would he? he’s just a fuck buddy, you’re sure he has other people to fuck rather than holding you to sleep.

oh, how pathetic you sounded last night when begging him to hold you to sleep and when begging for another round.

just how greedy could you get?

it was only supposed to be a one night stand but you and johnny kept running into each other— whether it was at parties, work places, café’s, etc— the two of you always suspiciously bumped into each other and ended in one another’s bed.

you shake away the thoughts and you climb out of bed, instantly wrapping your arms around your body and grabbing the white t-shirt that was hanging on the back of your office chair.

after slipping the shirt on, you grab a clean pantie from your underwear dresser and you slip that on as well.

you grab your phone off the bed and you while scratching your head, you walk towards your door and you let yourself out.

the house was silent.

you pass a room and a sudden, “thomas!” has you coming to a halt. you hear a giggle coming from one of your roommates room and then a soft moan.

ah, yes, your roommate of seven months and her boyfriend who doesn’t live in your house but does.

and yes, your house. you own a five bedroom house at the age of twenty-two, and how some may ask— your parents passed away in a car accident when you were in your junior year of college and left you with everything. you can’t pay for a five bedroom house on your own so you rent out rooms for people and it works fine.

you shake your head and sigh, moving your feet once again. as you head down to the kitchen, you grab all your hair and tie it into a high ponytail.

“oh, coffees already made?” you say to yourself with a head tilt. “great, saves me time.” you grin and grab a mug, pouring yourself a cup and sitting on the counter as you sip away.

you’re too zoned out to even hear the heavy footsteps coming into the kitchen. “oh shit, morning, y/n.” you look up at see your roommates boyfriend standing half naked with a smirk.

“oh,” you rest your mug on your thigh and clear your throat. “morning to you too, hwin.”

“mmm, coffee. can i have a cup?” you pick up your mug and shrug. “go for it, it was brewing here when i got down.”

hwin lets out a small laugh and grabs a mug, pouring himself a cup and then sitting across from you.

“so, you work today?” you make short eye contact with him and nod. “nice, maybe i’ll stop by for lunch with tera.” you take a quick look at him when feeling an uncomfortable stare and notice his eyes are staring directly at your breasts.

you work as a waitress at the restaurant in the city. you work ten long hours at a restaurant called, “sun and moon chefs.”

you look down at your breasts and notice your nipples are hard as pebbles and stabbing through your shirt. you clear your throat and use your arm to cover them.

hwin looks up and then clears his throat as well, he brings his mug to his lips and take a long chug. “so, y/n.. have you—?”

hwin is interrupted when his girlfriend— your roommate walks in the kitchen. “babe, are you—? oh, y/n.. hwin.. you two..?”

you hold up your mug and give her a warm smile. “would you like a cup?” her eye twitches and she licks her lips, she inhales sharply and then proceeds to nod with a smile. “s—sure, why not?”

“alright, i can make you a cup.” you set your mug down and you hop off the counter.

your hand goes for a mug but then an even larger hand grabs yours. “that’s alright, y/n. i’ll do it,” you look up to see hwin hovering over you with a smile, his eyes creased into moons. “i am the boyfriend after all.”

you yank your hand away while maintaining eye contact and then you nod. “yeah, sure. not a problem.”

you turn and grab your mug from the counter. “i’m gonna be in the living room.” you say quietly as you slip past tera who’s jaw is dropped and eye is twitching.

before you can unlock the top lock, the door swings open and you’re met with hwin and tera. “oh, hey y/n. you’re home early!”

you look at tera who’s smile seems to fade. “yeah,” you look back at hwin who smiles big. “they let me off early.”

it was only 7PM.

“that’s great! well, i’m heading home now. good to see you before i left and i hope you had a great night.” you look at tera again who looks to the side with her arms crossed and an annoyed look on her face.

“yeah, thanks, hope you had a great night as well.” tera grabs his arm and rests her cheek against his bicep. “oh, we did.” she says with a smirk. “didn’t we, babe?” hwin looks down at tera and nods.

“okay, well.. i gotta shower before it’s too late.” you skip past tera and hwin who bids you a goodnight.

you go upstairs and take a long shower, soaking in the hot water until there was none left.

KNOCK KNOCK!

you lift your head from your phone and look at the door. “y/n,” it’s tera. “can we talk?” you climb out of bed and open your door. “hi,” she presses her lips together and walks past you.

you look back to see tera climbing on your bed and making herself comfortable. “okay,” you mumble under your breath and shut your door.

“so, what did you want to talk about?” you ask and sit in front of her. “it’s about hwin.” you nod, “oh, sure, sure.”

“and you.” your eyebrow pinch together.

“oh, me?” you point yourself and tera nods.

she sighs and shakes her head. “i.. you know me, y/n. i can get insecure and.. protective.” you nod with a hum, telling her to continue.

“i really don’t know how to say this, y/n..” she shakes her head, again and rolls her eyes. “i’m sorry,” she looks at you and you see tears rolling down her cheeks.

“oh— oh, uhh,” you jump out of your bed and you grab the tissues sitting on your desk. “here.” you hand her the box and she thanks you, taking it and then blowing her nose into one.

when she recovers, she pulls out another tissue for just in case. “i’m sorry, i’m just so emotional. gah, this is embarrassing.”

you hesitate but put a hand on her shoulder. “it’s fine, tera. you can tell me whatever.”

she smiles and nods. “i want you to stop dressing so slutty.” your eyebrows raise in shock. “i’m sorry?” tera laughs and shakes her head. “no, i’m sorry. i mean provocative.”

“i.. what?!”

“it’s just.. before hwin and i began dating, he had this huge crush on you and when we were friends, he’d constantly talk about you. he’d talk about how good you look and how sweet you are and.. he would just never ever shut up. but, finally he.. he just turned around and asked me out. i just thought.. finally, a guy i like is giving me a chance.”

you stare back at her with slightly wide eyes and with your mouth hung ajar. you jerk when she begins wailing.

“i.. wow, i never knew that, tera. but, how do i dress provocatively?” tera wipes her tears and sighs. “earlier this morning when we had coffee, we left and went back to my room and he asked if he could.. fuck my tits. it was so random and when i asked why, he openly admitted that he was turned on by your breasts.”

“tera, i was in a t-shirt.” she grabs your arms and shakes her head. “y/n, you don’t get it. you weren’t wearing a bra. you were openly showing him your breasts.”

you yank your arms away and you stare at you. “tera, no. no, i was not. yeah, i admit to being bra-less but i’m in my own home, am i not allowed to wear what makes me comfortable?”

tera tightens her jaw and her eye twitches, her hold on your arm getting tighter. “how would you feel if i walked naked around the house while johnny was here?”

the mention of johnnys name has her heart dropping to your ass.

“why.. why specifically johnny?”

tera scoffs, “don’t fucking play stupid, y/n. i heard you guys earlier this morning— fucking like rabbits. i see the way you two look at each other whenever we’re out. don’t you think i hear you sneaking out and him sneaking in?”

you shake your head and lick your lips. “what? did i catch you in something that i wasn’t supposed to know about?” she taunts you with a head tilt. “is miss y/n and mister johnny suh in a secret relationship?”

“no,” you deny and shake your head. “me and johnny aren’t in a relationship.” she laughs a little. “so what are you two?”

“we’re just friends. that’s all.” she scoffs and pushes her hair back. “friends that sneak around and fuck behind everyone’s backs.”

“look, we were on the topic of hwin and.. me? this is my house and i will wear whatever makes me comfortable.” you walk over to your door and you yank it open. “if hwin can’t keep his hormones under control, it isn’t my fault. i’m not going to change the way i dress just because your boyfriend can’t keep his dick in his pants. and, if that is all then i’d like you to leave my room.”

tera takes a few seconds and stands, stomping out the room with huffs and her arms crossed.

you shut your door and run your hands down your face. your body jumps when hearing tera slam her door. you shake your head in annoyance and you climb back on your beg, grabbing the box of tissue and tossing it on your nightstand.

PING!

you grab your phone and see a message from johnny.

Monster Dick: be over in ten, baby.

the nickname has you smiling like a geek.

PING!

Monster Dick: just grabbing some snacks and i’ll be on my way. send me a list of the snacks you want and i’ll pick them up.

You: i don’t know

You: me and tera just got in an argument

Monster Dick: what happened, baby?

PING!

you look at the text notification and it’s from your roommate, Anna.

Anna Banana: hey, wat happened? i heard yelling? are u and tera ok?”

You: yeah, just miscommunication.

and that’s the last you hear from anna, so you go back to the conversation with johnny.

You: don’t think can link up tonight, the air is very uneasy right now ;(

Monster Dick: uhhh nope, i’m already on my way to your place. gonna be outside in two minutes.

You: WHAT

you wait a bit and then realize.

You: so no snacks?

Monster Dick: fine, send me your list.

Monster Dick: no list within a minute then no snacks.

You: THATS NOT ENOUGH TIME

Monster Dick: clocks ticking, baby ;)

You: YOURE A DICK

wind blows towards you as you yank open the front door. “this is new.. not really but it is.” you shrug and ask what. “coming in through the front door while your roommates are home.”

he walks in with the bag of snacks and slips off his shoes, reaching down to grab them until you stop him. “just leave them. it’s fine.”

johnny looks up at you with suspicious eyes. “what happened?” he asks with a hint of suspicion. “i’ll tell you once we’re in my room and eating the snacks.” you snatch the bag from him and dig your hand in the candy filled bag.

“mmm, i’ve been craving for sweets for so long.” you dig through the bag while walking up the stairs. “yeah, a thanks would be appreciated but y’know.. i know how greedy you are.”

you stop and glare back at him over your shoulder. “kidding, you’re so cute when you’re angry.” you turn back around and continue your way up the stairs with johnnys hands on your hips.

“you’re mean,” you pull out the pack of vanilla wafers and frown. “and thank you.” you mumble. “hm, what was that?” johnny teases as he pushes open your bedroom door. “i said thank you.” you say a bit louder for him to hear.

johnny giggles in success at getting you irritated. “and what for?” you huff and johnny shuts you door, locking it as well. “y’know what for,” you set the bag of candies in your bed. “for getting me all the candy i wanted.”

you turn with a wafer in your mouth, slowly munching it down. johnny licks his lips and smirks, leaning down and taking a bite on the other end.

you shove him and whine. “this one’s for me!” you shove the leftover into your mouth. “here,” you hold the wafer tray to him. “take your own.”

johnny giggles and shakes his head. he grabs one and holds it out for you. with your lips pressed together, you then open your mouth and take the wafer from johnny.

“hm, you’re cute.” this time you hold the wafer but johnny still manages to steal the other end from you but this time biting your finger.

“ooowww! my fwinger!” you yell muffle-ly and smack him as he backs away with his hands out and a muffled laugh.

“i’m sorry,” johnny says as he swallows the vanilla wafer. “here, let me give it a kissy.” you cringe and johnny notices. “don’t make that face!” johnny puckers his lips and you shake your head with a whine.

“my finger doesn’t need a kiss!” you argue.

“yes, it does!” johnny argues back and it goes back and forth until he’s tackling you on the bed while kissing your neck.

you giggle and push on johnnys chest but he doesn’t budge, he’s so much bigger than you.

“how ‘bout now, baby.” you shake your head and squeal and johnny nibbles on your sensitive spot. “uh-huh, and how about now?”

somehow, you manage to bite him which loosens him and allows you to flip him over so that you’re on top. “ah-ha.” you slam a palm on johnnys chest and he groans.

“alright.. you win.” johnny pants and chuckles that his chest rumbles. “c’mere, baby.” johnny yanks you on his chest with his arm and pins you down.

“you’re a jerk!” johnny spanks you and when you attempt to sit up, johnnys arm weighs you down. “i just wanna eat my snacks and my ice cream before it melts.”

johnny huffs and releases you. “thank you.” you reach and grab the controller on the end of your bed, as you sit back up on johnnys ribs, you fix your hair.

“what do you wanna watch?” you ask johnny as you wait for the TV to turn on. “mm, you pick.” you tut and find netflix. “just pick one, babe.” johnny giggles at the nickname and sighs. “i refuse, because if i do then you’re just gonna say no.”

“no, i won’t!” you go to the search button. “yes, you will. you always do.” you glare at him and he smiles. “fine, likes watch.. money heist—?”

“no, we’re watching Mulan.” you type in mulan and johnny scoffs. “i told you so.” you smack his chest and he groans, again. “stop doing that, ya’meanie!”

“whatever.” you hop off his ribs and sit against your headboard. “babe,” johnny lifts his head and looks at you. “come.” you pat to the open spot next to you.

johnny quickly sits up and crawls next to you. “did you—?” you shush johnny when the movie starts. “this is the best part, johnny.”

johnny side eyes you and reaches the ice cream in the bag. “ah, dang. forgot spoons, that’s what i forgot to text you to get before i got here.” he waits for a response but doesn’t get one, you’re too interested in the movie.

“yes, baby. i’ll get the spoons, yeah, you’re welcome.” johnny talks to himself and climbs past you. “woah!” johnny looks behind him and sees you still focused on the movie.

you’d attempted to shove him because he was in the way but failed.

johnny leaves downstairs to the kitchen and when he rounds the corner that goes to the kitchen, he sees tera.

she’s in a red silk robe with her breasts slightly showing and her orange hair is curled and pushed to the side.

“johnny,” johnny pauses and then stands up straight. “i knew i heard you somewhere around the house.”

“tera, hi.” johnny looks away from tera and looks for the drawer that holds the utensils.

“so, you here for y/n?” johnny looks up from one of the drawer and then looks at tera. “maybe, maybe not.” she snorts. “please, you aren’t here for me and you aren’t here for anna, she’s with thomas.”

johnny clears his throat and nods. “right. uh, yeah. we’re just watching a movie and.. gossiping.” excitement fills johnny when he finds the drawer with spoons.

“you mean netflix and chilling?” she scoffs. “maybe, maybe not.” tera sighs and looks at her nails. “just letting you know just in case you didn’t, hwin and y/n are seeing each other and.. it’s getting pretty serious.”

“i thought you’re with hwin, no?” tera turns pink and quickly brushed it off. “not anymore at least, not after he chose y/n over me. but with the two morning quickies they had today.. i’d say it’s serious.”

johnny looks at tera and tera smirks when feeling his eyes on her. “first in the kitchen and then.. oh, boy, in the shower.”

johnny slams the drawer shut and leaves the kitchen, going back upstairs and slamming your door shut when reaching your room.

“wha— what the fuck, johnny. i’m trying to watch mulan, c’mon, you’re gonna miss the best part!” you giggle and gesture johnny to come on the bed while your eyes are focused on the movie.

“yeah, uh,” johnny sets the spoons on your bed and rubs his nape. “i think i’m gonna head out?” you tear your eyes away from the TV. “right now? we’ve barely started the movie and we haven’t even ate all the snacks.”

johnny shrugs and rubs his temple. “yeah, i—i don’t know. i think it’s best if i go.”

“but we haven’t even talked about the argument tera and i had. c’mere, let’s talk about it.” you grab his hand and guide him on the bed. “sure.” he mumbles.

you go on a while rant about how tera was trying to get you to start wearing bras around the house and how hwin is a creep and can’t control his dick, all while being in johnnys arms.

“you gonna stay the night with me?” you ask in the now pitch black room.

the movie had finished and the snacks were halfway done.

“should i?” you snuggle your face more inside his chest and nod. “mhm,” you hum and inhale his scent. “i wanna wake up with you next to me, again.”

johnnys heart can’t help but ache at your adorable ramble.

“you smell good, y’know that, right?” johnny softly laughs. “mhm, it’s the cologne that you got me for christmas last year. i wear it everyday.”

you inhale and sigh. “it smells so good.”

“you smell good too, y/n.” you giggle. “thanks, it’s the strawberry shortcake perfume from bath&body works. you picked it out for me, remember?” johnny nods with soft hums.

after silence, you’re fighting your heavy eye lids. “y’know,” you hum, waking yourself back up. “i bumped into tera earlier.”

your eyebrows pinch. “when?”

“when i went to go get us spoons for the ice cream.” johnny grabs a small handful of your hair and begins twirling is between his fingers.

“what’d she say?” you mumble.

“i know it’s not true.. i think,” he adds and sighs. “but, she told me that you and hwin are.. seeing each other.” you laugh and smack johnnys back. “you’re stupid if you believe that. i’m already seeing you and you’re enough for me.”

johnnys heart warms up and he hugs you thigher. “you gonna do anything ‘bout it?”

“you bet your ass i’m gonna do something about it. i have a plan. and don’t worry, i won’t do anything that’ll make you kill someone.”

johnny sneers, “i would never. i wouldn’t even touch a fly.”

“liar!” you smack his back and he winces. “okay, sorry.” he whines and digs his chin into the top of your head. “just go to bed now, alright?” you nod.

johnny giggles when hearing snores come from you and then allows sleep to take over him.

johnny was actually there when you woke up, it’d been so long since you’ve found him sleeping next to you. the last time was last month when tera and anna were at their boyfriends places leaving the house to you and johnny.

“morning, ugly. do you want breakfast?” johnny sighs and pulls you into his bare chest. “yes, but can we order in instead?”

“who said we were cooking? of course we’re ordering in, too lazy to wash all the dishes after.” johnny chuckles and sighs, pulling a centimeter away from you.

“order in bed?” you groan and shake your head. “i’ve gotta get up, hate my morning breath. oh, and i still have your toothbrush.” johnny winces, “you didn’t throw that thing away?”

you place your hands on johnnys chest and push yourself away from him, sitting up and looking down at him. “c’mon, let’s go get ready for the day.”

johnny tuts and sits up with you, a fat pout sitting on his lips as he rubs his eyes.

“can we go to the mall today?” you ask once you and johnny are walking to the small bathroom connected to your room. “sure, is there an occasion? sale going on? need something from there? or just for fun?”

you grab your toothbrush, “just for fun.” you wet your toothbrush and johnny grabs his. “need to clear my mind by spending money.” you apply toothpaste on your bristles and then johnnys.

“iz it becah tera?” johnny looks at you through the mirror. “mwaybe,” you shrug and look back at him through the mirror.

you spit into the sink and continue brushing your teeth again. johnny follows seconds after and spits into the sink then continues brushing his teeth.

“can we just get food from the mall?” johnny asks after washing out his mouth and dries his face. “i guess,” you wipe your face clean. “delivery fees are expensive anyway.”

you exit and johnny follows like he’s lost.

“uhh, i think i have a few pair of clothes that’ll fit you.” you go to your closet and search for clothes that’ll fit johnny.

“mm, here,” you hold a plain black t-shirt behind you as you continue searching through the bucket with one hand. “urhh, i have these sweats? i don’t know if they’ll fit.” you stand and johnny holds the t-shirt and sweats with a confused and jealous face.

“what?” johnny looks down at the clothes in his hands and then back up at you with his top lip curled. “they’re my dads! i don’t fuck around like you, suh.”

johnny stays silent and you huff. “well, i’ll let you change in private.” you try and slip past johnny but he blocks your way. “it’s nothing you haven’t seen, y/n.” your cheeks heat up.

“and i don’t fuck around anymore.” you bite your lip, embarrassed for even saying that. “stopped messin’ around after our third hookup.” you tilt your head and sigh.

“just get changed, ‘kay?” you whisper.

johnnys eyes flicker between your eyes and your lips. “wanna help me?” he asks after kissing you. “i..” you clear your throat and step back. “sure.”

johnny throws the shirt and sweats at you. he grabs the ends of his shirt, pulls it up and over his head and lets it fall on the floor.

his nipples harden and he flexes, his abs deepening and biceps growing bigger. “ah, there we go.” you hold out the shirt and johnny takes it, finding the opening and slipping it on.

“did you.. need underwear?” johnny stops mid way when pulling down the shirt into place. “huh?” you giggle a little when his voice slightly cracks. “i mean, i still have your boxers that you gave me from when i came over to your place for the first time.”

johnny rubs his nape and awkwardly laughs. “yeeaah, sorry again, babe. didn’t mean to shred your underwear.” you laugh and shake your head. “it’s fine. but it will be missed, that went with this cute bra that i really liked.”

johnny shakes his head and pushes down the other black sweats he had on. “oh,” you gasp when his underwear is yanked down as well. “i just..” johnny tries to explain and groans. “the memory me.. shredding up your panties just.. came back to me anddddd.. yeah.”

you laugh and stare at his hard on.

“just..” you turn and shake your head while trying to control your laughter. “let me find the boxer, i think i put it.. hm, i don’t know.” you search through the box and mumble to yourself as you try to regain memory of where you last put it.

“if i can’t find it, you’re stuck with the ones you’re wearing now or my panties.” you say and laugh at the last line.

you gasp when being pushed forward, your hand falls forward and catches you from hitting the wall. “johnny—! what are you—!” you attempt to stand but your clothes hanging above you leave you seeing darkness.

johnnys bulge pressed against your clothed pussy, he pulls up your grey t-shirt and massages your ass. “johnny,” you whine as johnny rubs your pussy through your panties.

“just want a little taste, baby.” johnny grinds himself against you and drops himself onto his knees. “ay, johnny!” you yelp when feeling a harsh smack land on your ass.

you moan when feeling johnny kiss your ass cheek and then bite down on the flesh.

johnny slips his thumbs under the waistband of your panties and tugs the thin fabric down your thighs. “aww,” johnny groans at the sight of your dripping cunt. “my baby’s drippin’.” johnny chuckles teasingly.

you gasp and allow your knees to fall weak when feeling johnny lick your slit. “oh, so sweet.” johnny growls and dips his head for more.

you moan and push your ass back, wanting more than just johnny lapping up your juice. “ssshit,” you gasp shakily.

“oh, good god.” you cry out when feeling the tip of johnnys tongue licking your clit.

“stand up for me, baby.” johnny mumbles against your pussy and holds you up. “c—can’t, ‘m gonna cum, johnny.” you whine and grab johnnys hand that held you up.

johnny shakes his head and moans. his tongue enters you causing you to levitate onto your toes. the box barely holds you up, it shakes with your hand.

johnny grabs your thigh and digs his nails into them as they tremble from the overwhelming pleasure.

“john— i’m cumming, god, i’m gonna cum.” you squeal at your announcement.

your press your thighs together as your orgasm comes over you. your knees beg to go weak but johnny holds them stable as he still laps up your juice.

johnny pulls away and lets go of your legs causing you to fall in the box. instead of helping, johnny laughs at you and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“johnny,” you whine and attempt your push yourself out the box but your weak trembling arms do no justice. “help me, please.” you say with weak giggles.

johnny helps you up after minutes of laughing and pointing at you. “you’re a dick.” you kick him but he dodges it.

“hey!” johnny yells and covers his dick for safety.

you look at his cock to see him still hard. “did you want some help?” you can’t seem to tear your eyes from his hard on.

“if you’re offering, i’m so not passing on that.” your lips twitch into a grin as you lower yourself on your knees and crawl closer to his dick.

you grab him by his base and gulp, the precum leaking like crazy. you give kitten licks to tip, then you tilt his cock to the side and you lube up his cock.

johnny hisses and tosses his head back with his jaw clenched. you gulp, wetting your throat and then taking johnny in fully.

or at least you attempt to.

johnny’s a tad too big for you. it takes time for you to actually take him whole.

“look at me, baby.” johnny says while softly patting your head. you look up at johnny with your pouty lips wrapped around his cock.

“fuck,” johnny hisses when seeing how innocent and doe-full your eyes are. “so pure and innocent.” he mumbles and groans when feeling the tip of your tongue swirl around his head.

johnny exhales shakily and pushes your head so that your nose is inches away from his abdomen. you moan and scrunch your nose as you attempt to breathe without pulling away.

but you fail.

you pull away and gasp for air. “i’m sorry, i always forget that i’m too big for you.” your eyes filled with tears as you shake your head and wipe your drool covered mouth.

“it’s okay, i’ll get used to it.” you look up at him again and his face his swarmed with guilt. “i always do.” you give a reassuring smile.

you grab him by the base just like before and you gulp, preparing yourself for johnnys thickness and his length.

you press a kiss on his tip and you take him slowly. you stick your tongue out as you bob your head down his cock. your eyes squeeze shut and tears slip past your eyes when feeling his tip reach the back of your throat.

johnny gasps when feeling your throat tighten around him.

“just breathe through your nose, y/n. you can do this.” the voice in your head encourages you.

you bob your head and suck in your cheeks. you tilt your head side to side as you swallow johnny and take him down your throat.

johnny wipes the tears that slip down your cheeks and grins.

“you’re doing great, baby.” johnny whispers.

johnnys knees buckle when you finally reach his abdomen. his barely shaved pubes tickle your nose causing you to pull away.

“oh, fuck!” johnny groans and instantly your eyes fall shut when feeling johnny shoot ribbons on your face.

you stick your tongue out last minute and johnny slaps his dick on your tongue. “fuck, you did so good for me, y/n.” you giggle and suck on his tip one last time.

johnny grabs the old shirt he was just wearing moments ago and uses it to wipe your face clean. “so, breakfast?” he asks while tossing the shirt into your dirty basket.

“yes, who’s driving?” johnny helps you up and pulls up your panties. “me, of course. don’t want my passenger princess driving for me.” johnny leans down, grabs your hips and kisses you.

“okay,” you sing and walk past him and out your closet. “you aren’t even dressed, no?” you pause and walk backwards. “i forgot.” you shake your finger and your head.

“oh, and you’re stuck with your old underwear or my panties. take your pick.” johnnys tongue pokes his cheek as you look for clothes for yourself.

“drive safe, dummy.” you say to johnny through the open car window. “i will, dum-dumb.”

you turn and enter the house with the crazy amount of bags hanging on your arms.

“oh, sh, sh, she’s home.” you hear someone shush another person when you shut the door. you set the bags on the bottom of the stair steps and you go into the kitchen.

“oh, hey guys.” you see tera, anna, hwin and thomas all standing by and sitting on the counter. “well, if it isn’t the attention seeker and boyfriend stealer.” tera says and then giggles with anna.

you clench your jaw and open the fridge. “that’s really cute, tera.” you grab four cans of coca cola and turn. “is it? i’m just telling the truth, y/n.” tera is a lot closer to you, seems she’d walked closer.

“sure, tera, sure.” you turn from her and you leave upstairs with all your bags.

you shut your door and you set everything by your desk, including the drinks which sit on your desk.

“you gonna do anything ‘bout it?” johnnys voice from last night rings through your head.

“what am i gonna do about this?” you ask yourself and think for a minute.

you sit up and undress yourself, digging through your victoria secret bag and pulling out the newest set you’d just bought hours ago.

you change into the new set and you go downstairs. you tip your head into the kitchen to see them all still there, joking around and laughing.

you push your breasts up and you pull your panties so they’re clinging onto your hips. you ruffle your hair and you walk into the kitchen.

“..it’s because there are subs in the sea—? what the hell.” you don’t turn your head when hearing multiple gasps.

“mm, anyone else want some orange juice?” you stand from the fridge with a carton of orange juice in hand. “what are you wearing, you slut!” tera yells as you open the carton and chug the juice.

you screw the cap back on and you do a slow twirl. “me? oh, geez. this isn’t provocative enough, is it? should i wear a t-shirt without a bra on?”

hwin and thomas snicker but stop when being silently scolded by anna.

“put some clothes on! ugh, you’re acting like a whore, right now!” tera screams at you. “oh, does me being comfortable in my own home make you feel uncomfortable?” tera’s’ eyes twitch as she clenches her jaw and hands.

“do you know how insecure you’re making me right now?!” your eyebrows pinch together.

“you’re the worst roommate ever!” you frown and cross your arms. “that sucks for you! you’re free leave if me being comfortable in my own home bothers you.” you smile and it only makes her more irritated.

tera cries out loudly and runs out the kitchen with her hands over her face.

“woah, real jerk move, y/n. you know how insecure she is and you’re just making her more self conscious than she needs to be.” anna says walking up the you with thomas following behind, holding her waist as if she was going to lunge at you.

“you’re can leave too. i don’t need to hear thomas and tera having sex while you’re showering.” you look at anna and then gasp. “oops, that just slipped out.” you shrug and slowly, thomas slips his hands off anna’s waist.

anna turns to thomas and slaps him across the face. “you’ve been sleeping with my roommate behind my back?!” thomas shakes his head and stammers over his words.

“baby, i promise—?!” anna yanks his ear and pulls him outside while bitching at him.

“ah, peace and quiet. oh, hwin.. forgot about you. be a dear and go help your girlfriend pack her stuff.” you turn and as you’re about to leave, you see johnny walking inside with a bag of food.

he’s looking behind him as he enters the house. “geez, what happened to them.” johnny scoffs and then looks up to see you half naked.

“hi,” you smile and hold up your hand. “wow, what a pleasant surprise.” johnny smirks and walks up towards you.

johnny grabs your hips and squeeze your ass. “all for me, huh?” you bite your lip and nod with a head tilt. “always.”

johnny looks behind you and sees hwin coming out the kitchen. johnnys huge hand blocks the view of your ass as his stare sharpens.

“c’mon, let’s go upstairs.” johnny turns you around and then blocks the view of your chest while ushering you upstairs.

you giggle as johnny kicks your door shut and locks it. “jealous, are you?” johnny sets the bag of food on your desk and grabs your waist. “why wouldn’t i be? there’s something staring at what’s mine.”

“so, i’m yours all of a sudden?” johnny picks you up and carries you to the bed. “you’ve always been mine, baby.”

johnny spreads your legs and kisses you on your lips. your hand goes to johnnys cheek as you kiss him back, johnny lifts your knee to his waist and grinds his bulge against your pussy.

“you’re so hard, johnny.” you moan in between the kiss. “i’m always hard for you, y/n.” johnny pulls away and rubs your thighs.

johnny pushes your panties aside and teases your slit. “fuck, you’re so wet for me.” you moan as his fingers enter you slowly.

“let’s get you nice and stretched out for me.” johnny thrusts his fingers into your cunt and bites his bottom lip.

“c’mon, johnny.” you whine impatiently. “nuh-uh, the last time you made me skip foreplay, you were in pain because of the stretch.” you giggle and shake your head. “i was just eager and being greedy.”

johnny presses a kiss on your clit and continues to thrust his fingers inside of you.

a door being slammed causes you to sit up. “was that..?” you nod and meet eyes with johnny and suddenly the two of you burst into a fit of laughter.

“she seems pissed, what happened?” johnny removes his fingers from you and undressed himself. “ugh,” you scoff and sit up. “long story short, we argued and i told her to leave if my comfortability of me dressing up how ever i wanted to while being in my own home made her uncomfortable.”

“so, she left?” he jerks himself off and grabs your thighs, yanking you closer. “apparently,” you grab him by the nape and you yank his head down so that your noses are inches apart. “now, shut up and fuck me.”

johnny reaches for the nightstand and opens the dresser, he digs for a condom and finds two foil wrappers.

“enough for two rounds, baby.” johnny holds up the two foils between his fingers. “let’s use them wisely.” he winks with a smirk.

“ooorrr,” you sing. “we can go raw after we finish using these two.” you snatch the foils and mock his smirk.

“fffuck, baby!” johnny growls and climbs over you. “i’m so hard right now and that just made me even harder.” you giggle and tear one of the foils open.

johnny captures your lips and cups your face while you slide the condom on his hard cock. you press a hand on johnnys chest when he grabs your thighs, positioning you for missionary.

“let’s do our second go to position.” johnny nods and flips you so that you’re on your stomach. “your ass looks so good, babe.” you moan and wince when johnny lands a spank on your ass.

johnny yanks your hips up and kneads your ass, massaging the red handprint on your ass cheek. “‘m sorry, was i too rough?” you shake your head with your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

“you’re so perfect.” johnny whispers and pulls your panties to the side. “so fucking perfect.” strings of your wetness pulls with your panties causing johnny to fall weak.

you fall to your chest and on your cheek when johnny pushes into you. your body tightens and strains when getting used to johnnys length and thickness.

“relax, baby.” you shake your head and bite back moans that threatened to spill. “c—can’t, you’re too big.” a thrust has your moans spilling from you like crazy. “oh, geez, babe. i didn’t know i felt that good.”

you stretch forward and push your hips back. “you always feel good.. always.” you sigh and relax.

“slow first, please.” johnny smooths his hand down your back and hums. “i know, baby. just let me know when you wanna change the speed.” you nod while softly humming to yourself.

johnny starts off slow, his hips rocking at a stable pace wile grunting and groaning and listening to your cute whimpers and moans.

johnnys hands massage your waist and hips while whispering to you about how you’re an amazing person and how you’re doing great for him.

you bounce your hips back to match johnnys little thrusts. johnny smiles at your hips fighting back and the sight of your ass bouncing back.

it takes you a few minutes to notice that johnny had stopped his thrusts and left you alone to do the work.

“nuh-uh,” johnny pulls your hips when you stop. “keep it goin’, baby. i’m so close.” you bite your lip, the thought of johnny cumming so easily to slow vanilla sex got you off.

“i love when you cum so easily.. especially during vanilla sex.” johnny yanks on your hair. “hm, you do?” you nod and shake your hips side to side.

johnny keeps a firm grip on your hair as you bounce your hips back. johnnys thrusts grew sloppy and his grip on your hair grew tighter, his breath was slipping.

a thought comes to johnnys mind and he smirks. he licks his thumb and rims your ass. “john!” you gasp, jerking in a shock response.

you and johnny have only done anal several times and the feeling always caught you off guard.

“it’s okay, baby.“ johnnys jaw drops at the tightness around his cock and around the tip of his thumb.

you struggle to move your hips, mind focusing on johnnys thumb up your ass. johnny frees your scalp and grabs your hips, yanking them towards him and moaning out loud as he cums into the rubber.

“geez,” johnny removed his finger. “my dick is so easily manipulated.” you laugh while johnny removes and ties the used rubber.

“c’mere, let’s do the position that we always do when we’re lazy.” you tug him next to you and you lay down, not listening to his laughing, “what?”

johnny watches as you lay on your side and push out your ass. “babe,” you look back and hum. “can i fuck your ass?”

you bite your tongue. “m—my ass?” you sit up and see johnny with a worried and hopeful face. “sure, we can try it again. but, promise me you’ll stop when i tell you to.”

“baby, i’ll obey to anything you say. you wanna spend all my money, go right ahead.” johnny chuckles.

“let me peg you.”

“that, i will not obey to.” you and him laugh.

you bite your lip, “the lube is in my bathroom. under the sink, behind the conditioner bottle.” johnny hops off the bed and runs to the bathroom, quickly coming back with the bottle of lube in hand.

“are your nervous?” you ask johnny while ripping open the foil. “nervous?” you nod and sink with the bed as johnny climbs on.

“sex without a condom.” you remind him. “right, i mean, we can always wait until we get more.” johnny reminds you.

you slide the condom on johnny and look up at him. “are you clean?” he nods, “healthy as a horse.” he smiles brightly.

johnny gives the bottle a slight shake and pops the cap, tilting it and rubbing some lube on his cock. “are you clean?” you nod, “very.”

“i’m on birth control but, i still want you to pull out.” johnny nods firmly. “i’ll pull out, baby.”

you and johnny lay on your sides and with the lubed condom, johnny slides into you. slowly working his way into you.

your hand on his hips, slowly guiding him in. “you’re so tight, baby.” johnny hisses, his cock twitching in your back entrance.

“put some more lube, it’s.. kind of hurting.” johnny complies and adds more lube to your ass and his cock.

“it just the stretch, baby. i’m sorry.” he presses a kiss on your shoulder and rubs your hips.

johnny does shallow thrusts, your ass tightening around his tip. johnny is more vocal with this hole and with this position, he moans and groans more loudly.

“i’m okay now,” johnny hums in questioning. “you can move faster.” excitement shoots through johnny once again.

johnny runs his hands up to your breasts and tweaks your nipples. johnny lifts your leg as he slowly pounds into you, too scared to go faster.

“fuck, you’re so tight, baby.” johnny moans and reaches below your hips. johnny rubs your clit and cries out at the tightening of your ass.

without warning, johnny realizes his load into the condom.

johnny pants and groans while he realizes his second load of the night. “fuck me,” johnny sighs. “that was good.” he huffs and puffs while slowly pulling out of you.

johnny only recovers for a minute before you’re up and pouncing on him. “giddy up, tiger. i wanna ride you.” you sit up on your knees and you hold up johnnys cock, pinching the tip of the rubber and pulling it off.

you toss the untied rubber and then you sink yourself on the barely harden thing.

“oh, shit.” johnny sighs and your nails dig into johnnys chest. “wow, this feels so amazing.” you shut your eyes and exhale slowly.

you throw the rubber on your nightstand and begin to ride johnny who holds your hips and guides you to ride him.

“you feel so much better without a condom.” johnny laughs.

the only time you and johnny went raw was when you both were drunk and when it was just the tip. even when drunk, johnny was careful enough to pull out just in time, pulling out and cumming down your back.

“why does your cock feel so much bigger without a condom?”

johnny chuckles, “i got so much harder when you climbed on me and ripped off the condom like it was nothing.”

you bounce your hips down and johnny picks them up, letting you drop yourself at whatever pace, whether it was slow or fast.

you pull your hands away from johnnys chest and you run your hands up your body. you moan when johnny grabs your breast and circles your nipple with the pad of his thumb.

you shove his hand away from you and you slide your hands from his abs to his neck. “you feel so good, babe.” you sigh and rocks your hips.

alternatively fastening your pace when johnny spanks you several times.

you grumble when johnnys cock slips out of you when you accidentally lift your hips a bit too high.

johnny picks up his cock and allows you to sink yourself down. “yes,” you whine and reposition your legs for better comfort.

“fuck me, y/n. fuck me.” johnny grits and helps you bounce on his cock.

“you feel too good— i’m gonna cum.” johnny groans and squeezes your hips with a face of discomfort. “shit, i’m cumming!”

you hop off johnnys dick and you grab him by the base, jerking him and sticking out your tongue while his dick twitches as he nears.

your eyes pinch shut when feeling johnny shoot his cum on your face. your face is painted in white ribbons.

you wipe your face with your fingers and lick them clean with giggles while being stared down by johnny. “fuck, you’re so sexy.” johnny groans and chuckles.

johnny only shuts his eyes for a minute before you’re climbing on him once again. “again?” johnny half whines.

“one more round, baby.” you say looking back at him while positioning yourself. “okay, before you.. get started— lemme sit up, i’m gettin’ kind of lightheaded.”

you throw yourself to the side and allow johnny to sit up against your headboard.

johnny picks you up and sits you on his lap. his face met with your ass and sadly, your face is met with his feet.

“let’s get you a pedi tomorrow.” you suggest and johnny agrees with no questions.

“aw shit,” johnny smirks as he realizes the position. “seems i’ve gotta cowgirl in bed. it’s about’ta get wild in here.”

you giggle and johnny holds up his cock for you, grabbing your ass and lowering you on the thing.

you roll your hips and moan as johnnys cock hits you differently. you gasp and johnny pushes you foward.

johnnys hands play with your ass while he drags your ass back.

johnny grunts and groans in pleasure while watching how beautifully your cunt swallows up his dick.

your moans turn lazy as johnny manipulates your hips to move with however he wanted them to. johnny runs a hand down your arch and then spanks you with a growl.

“i’m cumming, johnny.. my pussy..” you laugh and shake your head.

johnny rubs your clit and within minutes, you’re moaning and creaming all over his dick.

johnny soon follows with his dick snuggled between your ass and his tip spurting out white substances on your cheeks and back.

your body slips forward and your body goes flat. “my pretty baby.” johnny giggles.

you gasp and your feet fly up when feeling johnny suck on you ass cheeks. his cheeks hallowed as he suck blood to the surface of your skin. his tongue laps up the white substances.

johnny falls next to you and softly laughs.

“johnny?” the man hums and throws his hands above his head. “can we shower?” he chuckles and turns on his side, collecting you and kissing your jaw. “we can shower.” he confirms.

“carry me?” johnny clicks his tongue and whines a bit. “carry youuu?” he extends.

you smack his chest. “i’m tireddd.” you pout your lips and rub the spot on his chest where you smacked moments ago.

“you can walk, can’t you?”

you scoot back and then kick him off the bed. “oh look, you’re up! how about now?” johnny laughs while on the ground. “you’re such a pain in the ass, you know that?”

you sit up and reach your arms out while johnny stumbles back on his feet. “c’monnnn, lets go shower!” you squeal when johnny grabs you by the waist and throws you over his shoulder.

“we’re going for another round in the shower, i hope you know that.” johnny says while carrying you to the bathroom.

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gyeomsweetgyeom · 8 months ago

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[10:14 pm]

(cw: reader is a little delusional or lovesick tbh)

a/n: muahahaha I've been wanting to write some angst

You were fairly certain Johnny Seo was your soulmate. You were also fairly certain that whoever was writing your love story was making it a slow burn, childhood best friends to lovers, with humor and fluff. You'd known it since you were 14 years old and he was the gangly, wannabe emo, with a voice that cracked more than someone's back at the chiropractor. Though you were positive you had actually been in love with him since you were 7, when he helped you build your brand new Lego set, but you were too young to realize. The only problem, well among many other problems, was that Johnny hadn't yet figured that out.

This was proven by your years and years of pining and his general aloofness. And well, he was currently on a date. A date he'd been gushing about all week to you. You who painted on a smile and wished him all the best while inside you were screaming and praying for his date to leave him hanging. Then, he would come over and seek comfort in your embrace and while you had his favorite movie playing he would realize that you were the one for him. How could he have been so stupid for so many years?! Yeah- it was something you'd thought about a lot.

You were busy chewing on your thumb nail, you had almost bitten it down to the skin while you waited for Johnny to call and invite himself over for you to mend his hurting heart.

A call never came, instead there was a knock on your door 2 hours after the date started. You cautiously walked to the door and breathed out a nervous breath when you saw that it was Johnny. Johnny leaning forward and back on the balls of his feet. That could mean anything!

You pulled the door open with a smile, "Hey, Johnny. Are you okay? I wasn't expecting you!" Lie, you were. That's why you had your cute lounge wear on and not your high school PE shirt and grungy shorts.

He waltzed past you, plopping right onto the couch, "God, that was a great date. I mean it. I like it's been a while since I connected with someone like that."

"W-what?"

"Yeah, I mean we have all the same interests. We laughed the whole time and the conversation flowed so easily. Is it stupid to say I might be falling in love after the first date?" Johnny looked at you with raised brows and a smile.

Your mouth open and closed, you willed your brain to send the signals to your vocal cords- speak! But nothing came out. Instead the signals got mixed and your eyes were filling with tears.

Johnny's eyes went from humor to concern, he stood immediately pulling you into his embrace which only made you cry harder. "Hey, hey, hey, what happened? If this is about you being single again, the right person will come around like they did for me," he cooed softly.

And if you weren't in love with him, his words would have made you laugh, but you are in love with him. Instead you just cried harder and tried to pull away from him.

"I just know that the perfect guy is out there for you. I know it. You'll find him when you least expect it and he'll just fit with you like a missing puzzle piece. Seriously, he's going to be great," Johnny reassured while rubbing a warm hand up and down your back.

A missing puzzle piece, a perfect fit. But you and Johnny were the perfect fit. You fit perfectly in his arms, against his side, hugging him. Who could possibly be a better fit than you? Who could be a better match than you? Who could be a better match for you when Johnny was always right there?

You pulled away, wiping your tears on the sleeve of your shirt. "I just started feeling so sick. I'm gonna go to bed. Lock the door behind you please?"

Johnny eyed you warily, choosing not to press, "yeah, of course. I'll text you tomorrow alright?"

Your heart skipped a beat, of course he'd want to talk to you tomorrow, "yeah, hopefully I'll feel better."

And hopefully by then he'd realize his date wasn't that great.

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dollechan · 3 months ago

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❝ I'm not brave ❞

𖥔 ₊ ֗pequena diferença de idade, término

a/n: último capítulo 🥹 uau nunca achei que ia terminar essa série, mas cá estamos. aproveitem a leitura (e aguardem pela volta de when i fell in love!) 🤍

John não pensa como você. Culpa a idade pela diferença de mentalidade, e consequentemente de maturidade.

Ele é um cara mais velho, que pensa em enfim sossegar da vida de "jovem", talvez se mudar para uma casa e largar de vez a vida de apartamentos, casar, quem sabe ter filhos. É o que ele quer.

Você já tem outra visão.

Definitivamente não quer ser mãe tão cedo, gosta da vida de curtição. Boates, bares e tudo que acontece nesses lugares, era seu estilo de vida.

Mesmo com a diferença de pensamentos não queriam dar o braço a torcer, nem se separar. Viviam em um eterno estado de negação de que um dia iriam se separar por causa disso. Preferiam adiar, não falar sobre.

Johnny não era corajoso o bastante para dizer não a você; como um pai de uma criança mimada, ele só concorda em fazer o que você quer.

Mas tudo tem limite, e o de vocês tinha chegado ao fim.

– Essa não é a vida que eu quero, essa não é a minha vida, é a sua. – As mãos dele param no seu rosto, as lágrimas rolam pela sua bochecha.

Você já sabia que isso aconteceria, então porque dói tanto?

– Me perdoa, mas a gente não pode continuar assim. – O Suh beija o topo da sua cabeça, pega as malas que restavam para colocar no carro.

Definitivamente não é corajoso, ainda se culpa por ter te deixado sozinha, mas não nega que está feliz.

Finalmente sossegou, arranjou uma casa com piscina, a esposa e os filhos vieram depois de um tempo.

Mas ele nunca vai deixar de se importar contigo.

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onyourhyuck · 2 years ago

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Never-Ending Goodbyes. | Johnny Suh (M) | PART ONE.

Prologue: “No, No you cannot return after 16 years thinking you can walk back into her life, Johnny. That’s now how it freaking works.” + “I beg you to give me a chance and let me see her. I realised the mistake I made and I don’t plan on letting her go.”

The Summary: It’s always been you and your daughter Eve. Johnny’s never intended to be in the family picture considering he chose his career instead, but after sixteen years your daughter’s seventeen birthday came up and now Johnny is back asking for a second chance.

The Warnings: Second Chance trope. Johnny got the milk bro. Found family trope. Romance. Angst. Very angsty. Lots of heartbreak. Single mum supremacy. Slight crack but only mild funny relief.

The Taglist: @roxyvogue @lanawyi @thedaisyarchive @1-800-call-ria @rjreins @pckeia @baeyrah @reader221 @hoseokssl

The Notes: Who wants more parts to see fanfic? Lemme know.

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“Mummmmmmmmmm.”

Your daughter, Evelyn whines as she pushes the stroller full of the groceries you were picking up from the shelves inside Walmart. She never liked shopping, especially because all she does is push the stroller and having to deal with hours of watching you become indecisive of what to get and not to get. It’s ridiculous, knowing she could’ve been at HOME, playing overwatch and Valorant and grinding on that game. But no, you dragged her inside Walmart for your daily grocery shopping because your house is empty and the fridge needs to be restocked.

You didn’t pay attention to all that whining and complaining behind you as your thumb caressed the peanut butter jar spread humming. “What ya think, should we get this peanut butter spread to try out?” You ask turning to your daughter Evelyn.

Evelyn scowls as she sassily grabs the jar and puts it back on the shelf. Instead she grabs the Nutella jar. “Ew mum, Nutella is better. Get Nutella.” She tells and you smile. “I knew you’d say that.”

“Guess who’s seventeen tomorrow.” You sang in a sweet tone acting like you wouldn’t know who. Your daughter smirks at your endless teasing looking away slightly embarrassed as she whines out again, “Mummm.” She tells you and you close your lips shut nodding.

“Okay okay I’ll stop annoying you.”

You tell Evelyn, but you can’t help but to annoy her even more.

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Morning washed over Evelyn’s face when she saw your figure standing in front of her bedroom window , wide open curtains allowing the sunshine to hit her face. Heck she didn’t even hear you walking inside you were like a ghost. You turn to your daughter who whines pushing the pillows on top of her face to cover the damn sun from blinding her.

“Wakey wakey sleeping beauty, you’re seventeen today!” You cheer and she kicks herself up from the bed stretching. You embrace her lovingly and Evelyn allows you to basically suffocate her in this warm hearting hug of the century.

She muffled in your shoulder. “Yeah- thanks mum love you too, but there’s no need to suffocate me.” She jokingly adds and you let go with a beckoning grin. Evelyn always throws in sarcastic and dry jokes. It reminds you of someone but you wouldn’t want to reminiscent about who that was. It would only ruin the happy and cheerful mood of today. You bring your hand from the back pocket as you turn it to Evelyn with your both hands closed right.

She looks at you in suspicious manner as her eyebrows curve upright. “What’s this?” She questions and you lean closer whispering. “Guess which hand.” You tell her and Evelyn turns your right hand over revealing a small jewellery box. You smile opening it as your daughter looks astonished by the beautiful necklace in sight. It was golden and the middle diamond was green, her favourite colour and her favourite gem; emerald.

You let a few words of acknowledgment as Evelyn stands in front of a mirror with her pyjamas on still, but as you were behind her (you were still slightly taller than her however she was nearing close to your height considering she’s at your shoulder length now.) putting the necklace around her neck from behind and smiling proudly at how grown up she is.

“Do you like it, Eve?” You tell her kindly and she traces her finger on the emerald in awe. “Like it? Mum I freaking love it!” She blurts out before turning around engulfing you in a deep and exciting hug.

You laugh out loud as you rub her back and until both bodies pull apart she looks in the mirror again, checking out how the beautiful necklace looks on her fair skin. You cross your arms as you point to the closet now.

“Come on get ready, I’m taking you out to the diner to get breakfast.” You tell her .

Eve gasps dramatically. “Oh my god what happened to mum and who are you? You never like to eat at diners because the foods greasy.”

“Ha ha ha very funny.” You roll your eyes at the words as you click your lips pointing at your watch on the arm. “Hurry up before I change my mind Eve.” You tease closing the door. You heard the sudden footsteps rushingly trying to change, you know how much your daughter loves the diners especially the sweet American styled diners. Chicago has a lot of open spaces and it’s practically American culture.

You’re an American too but you never seem to fit in considering the fact that you weren’t born here. But the love of your life was born here unfortunately, not anymore. You brush past your inner thoughts and get inside the car waiting for your daughter to come out.

Speaking of your daughter she rushed out with her shoes barely on. Locking the front door as she opens the car door and goes inside, fixing on the chunky sneakers on her feet. You smile admiring how she was dressed today.

Evelyn wore an outfit perfect for the January season. It’s cold and Chicago is known for being the most windy state. Her natural curls fall on her shoulders, she cut her hair few months ago and now it’s grown quite a lot. She used to have super long hair and you guess she got bored of it, so she cut it really short. Her naturally curly eyelashes perk up as she put on some blush and lip balm on. It was natural beauty she has, honestly, you wish you looked like that when you were younger. Because puberty hit you like a truck.

Evelyn fixed her white sweater in the car mirror as you start the car. “You got everything you need?” You ask and the teenage girl hums a nod. “Yeah, lesgo I’m starving mama.” She complained rubbing her stomach as she closed the mirror on the car. You chuckle driving out of the car space.

The drive to the diner wasn’t that long however to your hangry daughter it felt more than a fifteen minute drive considering the fact her stomach kept on growling and growling. You wanted to joke that she’s hiding a bear or something in that stomach of hers. Once you and your daughter entered the driver you took a seat nearby the windows with four seats, the red cushion chairs and brown table with a candy theme going on. The waitress took your order and than you had to wait a few minutes which was also another crisis for your daughter who was impatiently waiting. The minute your plates arrive on the table let’s just say, Evelyn was possibly the most happiest person in the diner. She was clapping her hands and everything. You told her that she can get whatever she wants because you’ll pay for it.

Who would Evelyn be if she didn’t take you upon that offer huh? Let’s say you try to not look at the bill paper afterwards because you just know it would hurt your damn bank balance but let’s ignore that for today. You ordered waffles on the side of butter and covered with maple syrup and a flat white coffee; you need your daily dose cup of coffee that’s for sure. Evelyn on the other hand ordered extra. She ordered a stack of pancakes with nuttella and whipcream and a desert shake afterwards. You have to laugh a little because the amount of sugar she will intake but at least you’re glad she’s getting lots.

It is her seventeen and you are happy she’s still your little girl. Because next year she won’t be so little unfortunately and it might pain you. It’s already paining you to see her grow up from being such a little bean and now into a full grown human. You birthed her and it’s still, kinda shocking for you to admit how much the years have passed.

“Whoa slow down Eve it won’t run away.” You laugh as you saw Eve eat her pancakes, she was excited and you can tell the way she bops her head to the music of the diner.

Eve hums. “Oh by the way are we seeing nana later on?” She questions and you flash her a smile as you sip on your flat white.

Eve and your mother get along really well. If you have to be honest you’d have to say your mum replaced you with Eve. But you really don’t mind, you love their closeness. On the other hand Eve and your dad have a little love hate thing going on. It’s all banter though. Your dad has always been strict and he thinks Eve is getting slightly spoiled by you and nana.

“Yeah we are. She has presents to give you later.” You wiggle your eyebrows and Eve’s eyes sparkle. “Wait what did she get me?”

“I’m not telling you that!”

You exclaim with a smile and Eve flashed her puppy eyes at you that you often struggle to say no to. You look away and Eve huffs inside her seat. “Okay don’t tell me, I’ll know eventually today.” She says and you look at her with a hum, nomming on the waffles.

As your plates were crystal clear with no food left behind Eve took her shake drink and you would leave the diner going back inside your car heading home. As you arrive home you would get ready for your grandparents visit, every year you held your daughters birthday party at their house. They have a bigger house than you and considering they live nearby everyone related to you it’s best to spend Eve’s birthday there.

Eve comes downstairs wearing a white flowy dress and her hair prettily in a half up and half down style, wearing that emerald new necklace and her slippers on currently (god forbid if she wore shoes inside the house you’d murder her.) you smile looking her up and down.

“What?” She shyly said to you.

“You’re beautiful. Ready to leave?” You ask and she grins out. “I was born ready, comeee I miss nana.” She whines rushing to the door to put her shoes on but the minute the door opened she soon saw a figure standing there about to knock, she blinks at the person few times before questioning in confusion.

“Uh… can I help you?” Evelyn bluntly tells as she finally puts on the shoes and you couldn’t help but recognise the voice from the kitchen.

“I’m looking for…” he pauses as he realised who he was talking to, it was like a copy and paste of himself but female. You rush to the door and your eyes widen. Oh, oh god what’s happening you ask yourself before bringing Evelyn back, giving her the car keys.

“Evelyn go inside the car I’ll be right there .” You tell her rather hurried and she looks at you weirdly and at the man before pushing past him. Johnny bites his bottom lip awkwardly as he points at Eve and back at you. “Eve? That’s eve?” He questions. He swears she had her first birthday literally last week.

You stare at him as if he was serious or pretending to be dumb with you.

“Johnny what the hell are you doing here.” You said coldly not really looking at home as you push your jacket back on. Johnny however couldn’t take his eyes off you, he was admiring you and trying his hardest not to stare too hard for you to notice. He pushes past and clears his throat. “I wanted to see Eve. It’s her birthday so..”

“Yeah? do you know how old she is now?” You retort back as you close the door shut slamming it. Johnny flinched watching you become frustrated, actually emotional and he didn’t mean to upset you if he knew his presence would make you angry. You glare up at him as Johnny stared back, with guilty.

“I…” He begins and you cut him off with a scoff. “You don’t even know your daughter’s birthday. Wow.”

Yup. There it goes. Johnny thought. You push Johnny away from the pathway as you make it to the car, Evelyn sitting inside the car confused and both scared when she saw Johnny grab your wrist and stop you from walking way. You turn around with an enticing deathly glare before snatching your wrist back.

“I’m sorry Y/n please listen to me.” Johnny trails slowly.

“I beg you to give me a chance and let me see her. I realised the mistake I made and I don’t plan on letting her go.”

“No, No you cannot return after 16 years thinking you can walk back into her life, Johnny. That’s now how it freaking works.”

You shout at him this time loudly and he stands there quiet as he watches you. It’s terrifying to be yelled at by you but it’s not hurting him as much as seeing you and Evelyn living your life without him and all because he made a wrong choice years ago. Who would’ve thought he left such a large scar in your heart and now his daughter’s life too? He reaches to hold your hands together as you let him but you can’t help but feel ashamed. Clenching your eyes as you are avoiding to cry. You don’t want your daughter’s seventeenth to be depressing and shit, Johnny didn’t want this either.

“I made a mistake and I regret it. I don’t know what I was thinking back then choosing and prioritising my work over my family. If I knew how this would’ve hurt you I would’ve never done it. I mean this.” He stated thickly as his dark longing eyes watch yours, becoming teary eyed you shake your head clearing your voice. “I have to go. Eve’s watching and my parents are waiting for me to drop her.” You explain to him and he nods softly letting your hands go.

You were about to walk away, until his voice calls out from behind and you turn around.

“Do you think i can come back?”

Johnny solely says out and you watch him with brimming tears rolling down your cheek. Clenching your fists as your look down.

“It’s not up to me.” You tell him. “It’s Evelyn’s choice.”

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