#Johnny drabble

[starrynctzen]

[9:28 pm]

johnny has no idea what the future holds for the both of you

but right now

in this moment

with you in his arms

placing kisses on your forehead

he doesn't care what the future holds

good or bad

he doesn't care what happens

as long as he's with you

[mint-yooxgi]

I sent an ask before but I think it got eaten. But we (and by we I mean me) need more yandere Johnny. That man owns my ass as a new czennie. Maybe Alpha Johnny or more Sugar Daddy Johnny pretty please - Bambi

Johnny shouldn't be here. He really shouldn't be here. Not right now. Not when the full moon has risen so high in the sky, tugging at the last bit of restraint he has. Not when you're so close.

It's already been a trying week. First, he had to watch you hanging out with that good for nothing friend of yours, Jeonghan. Then, he had to fight the urge to rip said friend of yours' throat out for hugging you and getting his scent all over you. And then, to top is all off, he's started his rut.

Never has his patience been stretched so thin. Never has his need for you been so great.

If only you were his.

Which is exactly why he shouldn't be here. The danger he's putting you in alone should be enough to deter him, but tonight of all nights, he finds he could not care. You're so close, and fuck, you're wearing that soap he likes.

Johnny takes a step closer, his eyes flashing beneath the moonlight. His lips part, and he attempts to control his breathing.

It's so slight, that anyone could miss it were they looking at him, but his fingers twitch. Desperately, he wants to reach out to touch you. To hold you in his arms and never let go, breathing in your scent until he's satisfied.

And oh, how you could satisfy him.

He's already torn through two of his pillows attempting to muffle his sounds earlier that day, nothing but the thought of you on his mind. How easy it would be to take you, to claim you as his on tonight of all nights. It's what he wants, what his beast is begging him to do, but he will not do such a thing. Not to you. No, never to you.

Not unless you wanted him, too.

When that day comes, and it will, nothing will be able to separate the two of you. After all, you are his and he is yours, whether you know it or not. And once you let him indulge... there will be nothing holding him back from ravishing you beneath the full moon like he's always dreamed about.

[yootaesowlwrites]

Don’t Close Your Eyes - Johnny Suh

A76— “Don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!”

Warnings: Fluff.

W/C: 544

You sit between Johnny’s legs, his chin resting on your shoulder and his arms around you as he held the console remote in his hands, you were starting to feel sleepy, you had played with him earlier and laughed a lot as you tried to get through the levels, and even tried a dual game with him, but it ended with laughter, and when things finally calmed down, you had settled between his legs and he was playing a game.

“Are you falling asleep on me?” He asks, your eyes open wide at the vibrations coming from his chest, you gasp slightly from getting startled.

“No, no, definitely not,” You mutter, he could hear the sleep in your tone. “I’m wide awake, I’m watching, you got this,” You feel his chest rumble as he chuckles. “You got this, baby,” Your eyes slowly fall close again, the television was slowly becoming blurred, you barely feel his body moving.

“Noooo, baby, don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!” He says loudly, your eyes open wide, and you sit upright, moving your hands to your eyes to rub the sleep from them.

“I’m not closing them, I’m awake, wide awake!” You say, although he could hear how sleepy you were, he places the controller down on the bedside table and wraps his arms around you. “I’m awake, keep playing,” You mumble.

“Baby… you’re so sleepy, did we have that much fun earlier?” He asks as he pulls you against his body, his nose rubs against your cheek. “Did you laugh yourself this tired?” You almost whine, trying to convince him that you’re not tired, but your eyes kept falling close. “Oh, you’re adorable, come on, let’s sleep,” He kisses your cheek softly, causing a soft smile to form on your lips before you continued your protest.

“No, no, I can stay awake, finish the level,” You say, wanting to move forward, but he pulls you backwards as he lays back, he turns onto his side, keeping you in his arms. “Johnny…”

“Baby, you’re so tired, you can barely keep your eyes open, come on, let’s sleep, we can finish the level tomorrow,” He whispers, he reaches over you and grabs the television remote to turn it off, the room suddenly growing dark. “Let’s just sleep, for now, you’ll be able to focus on my winning streak tomorrow,” He pulls your body closer to his once his arm was around your middle, his hand rests on your lower tummy, he moves the pillow underneath your head.

“Are you sure?” You whisper, you feel him kiss your cheek once more. “I can try and stay awake, let me just go get coffee or something,” You nuzzle closer into him, your back pressing to his front.

“Oh, it feels like you want to get up so badly,” He says with a chuckle in his tone. “It's okay, I’d rather have you awake tomorrow, that way I can make you laugh all over again,” You softly smile, your eyes shut completely, and the world quickly fades away, Johnny softly rubs your lower tummy as he hears your breathing becoming shallow. “My cute tired baby…” He closes his eyes, listening to your soft breathing before drifting off to sleep himself.

[kaepopsicle]

“here try this one! it’ll be so cute!” your boyfriend! johnny says excitedly who was holding a dress on an wooden hanger. you just stare at him with a blank face.. “babe that would be too big, plus it’s not my style” your eyes trail down it, you were disgusted that he would even choose such an ugly dress, doesn’t he have an fashion segment?

he sighs before handing it to you and pushing you towards the fitting room. “idc try it on” you give in and put the interesting piece of material on.

you walk out in a big, poofy, blue dress with lace & fabric going every which way. you frown while putting your hands on your hips and stare at him; johnny chuckles at you while pulling out his phone to take a picture.

“my little blueberry”

[kaepop-trash]

Hey can you do a drabble with johnny where y/n and him share there kinks in a pillowtalk and even though they are timid (?) at first they encourage each other to speak.

And can you make it fluffy? Or like i dont mind how you make it i trust your writing style anyway😂😊😊😘😘

This started a whole discourse between me and two other people on what we think Johnny’s kinks are so genuine gratitude to you for that. After careful consideration, I came on these. This was very fun to write. I really wish people were this comfortable communicating in real life. I wish I was this comfortable communicating in real life.

I want you to picture this happening after the costco scene in Unintended Consequences, that is important to keep in mind. Thank you for saying you have trust in my writing because it makes one of us. I hope you like this!

-

Johnny looked up when the door of his bedroom opened, smiling when she walked in. She returned his welcoming smile with a tired one.

“I can’t believe you’re still awake.” She dropped her purse beside the door, “I’m sorry, the meeting lasted longer than I anticipated. We were supposed to go for dinner.” She sighed.

Johnny shook his head, “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” He took his laptop off his lap and placed it on the bed. “You’re here now, that’s all that matters.” He slipped out of bed, smiling at the way she fluttered her eyes away to the floor at his words.

Johnny definitely enjoyed how she looked when she was flustered a little too much.

"Are you hungry?" He asked.

She groaned, "No I was chewing on these crackers from a basket somebody gave me at the office. They were actually really good." She recalled.

"I'm famished." Johnny smiled as he came up to her.

She gave a look that was somewhere between surprise and apology. "You haven't eaten yet? It's midnight!" She sighed. Johnny shook his head. A small smile tugging at his lips from her reprimand, "I’m going to take a shower and then we’ll eat okay?”

-

“Why are people sending you baskets?” Johnny questions as they ate the food Johnny ordered hours ago. She turned to look at him, holding back a smile. With a suspicious gaze, Johnny picked up his phone.

“It’s your birthday next week.” Johnny snorted once he checked the date.

She laughed, “Remember last year?” The look on his face made her laugh some more.

“I still can’t believe you didn’t tell me!” Johnny sounded offended, “I was still on thin ice with Sooyoung then. Imagine how it felt when she told me it was your birthday and I had no clue.” He sulked making her bite back her laugh.

“She only told you because she knew I wouldn’t.” (Y/N) shrugged, shoving more food into her mouth.

“Why?”

“Just.” She shrugged again. “All my friends live in different cities, you and I were barely on our second month; so I didn’t really do much about it. It’s just another day to me anyway.”

Johnny hummed with sarcasm, “That’s why you were sitting on your couch eating ice cream and watching HBO?” He clicked his tongue, disappointment clear on his face.

Her brows creased, “Hey! Nothing wrong with eating your favourite flavour of ice cream and watching your favourite show for the ninth time.”

“Yes.” Johnny sat back in his chair, patience written all over his face. “But we could have done that together.”

She chewed on her lips at that, before clicking her tongue. “You came over anyway!” She laughed, “With cake and that lemon chicken I really like. You’re the best boyfriend.” She puckered her lips at him and made kissy noises from across the table making him scoff. “It was the middle of the week! I didn’t want to be a bother, so I didn’t tell you. It’s whatever.” She dismissed the idea. “Don’t be mad.” She gave him a cheeky grin. "I'm yours for the day this time." She promised.

Johnny huffed, “Just watch.” He pointed his fork at her, “This time I’m going to go all out.” She groaned at the promise, making a smirk lift his lips. “So many gifts, (Y/N). Just watch.” He threatened. “So many.”

“Johnny.” She whined.

“No, see.” He sat up in his chair, his eyes glinting. “I know you better now. I know exactly what to give you.” He sounded very sure. "So you don't have to be self-righteous."

“And what’s that?”

“Things you want but put off buying. Like that kitchen knife you were eyeing at the mall. Or those scented candles.” He recalled with such impeccable memory that she would refuse if she wasn’t so touched.

Johnny drew his lower lip in with his teeth, thinking over something and then letting it go, “I’m also getting you some things I want.”

“Like what?” She raised a brow.

He gave her a secretive smile, “You’ll see.”

She grimaced, “Why so many?”

“Because I want to.” Johnny got out of his chair, picking up their empty plates. She got up and followed him towards the kitchen, “You never let me buy you anything! Your birthday is an opportunity.” He put the plates in the sink, giving her a chaste kiss on her temples. "And don't say you can get it yourself or I'll add another gift to my list." He said like he read her mind.

She bit her lips, “I let you buy me food.” She protested softly.

The incredulous look Johnny gave her made her giggle. “Basic nourishment, (Y/N). What a standard you set.” He huffed.

“You’re into that aren’t you?” She said softly.

Johnny stopped just as he scrubbed the first plate, turning to her. “Nourishment?” He scoffed, amusement painting on his face. “As a general rule of life, yes.”

She rolled her eyes, “It pleases you, giving people things?” She clarified.

“I guess.” He said slowly, looking back at the plate.

“You even got Mark an xbox for something you refuse to tell me about.” She scoffed.

Johnny smiled to himself, “That’s between him and me.” He wiped his hands after finishing his chore.

She hummed, “So I was right.” She said to herself mostly. When Johnny looked up at her in question, she bit down on her lip. “Last week. At costco?” Her heartbeat sped up a little as she recalled the afternoon.

“Oh.” Johnny blushed and looked away, a sight that was delightful to experience. “Yeah. I mean,” He paused, letting out a short laugh. “I thought I made that obvious.” She could tell he was trying to be nonchalant, but his cheeks were already turning pink.

“What else?” She questioned.

“What else what?” He turned around to face her, pulling her into his chest with a quick tug at her waist.

“What else are you into?”

Johnny gave her a devious grin, “So we’re doing this now?”

She looked down to his chest, “I mean. A year is long enough for us to discuss what we’re into. Sexually speaking.” Her warming cheeks made her look lower, to her own fingers.

Johnny hummed, tightening his grip. “Since we’re discussing this. Let’s start with you.”

That made her look up at him, “I asked you first!” She protested. “You should start.” She narrowed her eyes.

He nodded, “Come to bed at least, we’re both very tired.”

-

They both lay on their sides, watching each other. The soft light of the lamp above their head illuminated his face, his eyes covered by the shadow his hair left.

Johnny’s eyes shifted to the mirror on the wall opposite his bed, “I like watching you in the mirror sometimes. Watching us, I mean.” When his eyes came back to her, she could tell he was being careful. It made her heart flutter.

“I’ve noticed.” She smiled.

Johnny laughed, flipping over to look at the ceiling, “You’re making me nervous.” He groaned, running his hand through his hair. “I’m very vocal in bed. So I enjoy that in a partner too.” He nodded to himself.

“Like telling you how good it feels?” He questioned.

Johnny flopped his head to the side to face her again, his hair landing on his eyes, “Exactly.” The look he gave her seared her skin, “Also what you want me to do. I’m into verbal affirmation.”

She hummed, “Got anything I wasn’t already aware of?” She raised a brow.

Johnny grinned sheepishly, “Your turn. I’m trying to ease into it.” He winked, “What does my baby like, hmm?” He reached out to lace his fingers through hers, rubbing his fingers on his palm.

She chewed on her bottom lip, “There’s something about the way you run your fingers through my hair.” She fluttered her eyes away from his, focusing instead on his fingers. “Actually, fingers in general. Very nice, very attractive.” She lifted his hand, inspecting it.

“I’m flattered.” Johnny chuckled, “What else?” His voice came out rougher.

Her heart hammered in her throat, “Sometimes, when you’re cross at me.” She turned to look at him, an embarrassed laugh emitting from her lips. “You sound too good scolding me, Johnny. I didn’t know I could be into that.” She huffed, sounding a little annoyed at the notion.

“Now this. This I knew.” A smile tugged at his lips.

"I like taking control sometimes." Her cheeks felt too hot, "Especially if I can be on top." She kept her eyes on his palm.

"Oh." Johnny's voice dropped a little more. "Wow." He huffed, "Okay."

She looked up at him with an amused look in her eyes, the eager nod he gave her giving her the confidence to continue.

"I also," She paused and took a breath. Her exhale came out as a flustered laugh, making her smile.

“Don’t be embarrassed.” Johnny grinned.

“I’m not!” She interjected, "Just give me a moment." She groaned, closing her eyes and ignoring her now burning cheeks. "I want to sit on your face." She scrunched her face, lifting a hand to hide it.

Johnny laughed loudly, the sound making her let his hand go to shove his chest.

"Don't laugh at me, Johnny!" She whined, "I'm going to go home. This is the worst idea I've ever had." She risked taking the hand off her eyes to find him grinning at her affectionately.

"You're so cute, (Y/N). That's not bad at all. It's so hot, I'd do anything you want me to know, baby." He brushed his knuckles on her pink cheeks. "You can tell me anything." He mumbled.

"I know!" She defended, "I know." She groaned. "This is just–" She paused, sighing. “This is just new to me.”

“Kinks?” Johnny gave her a skeptical look. She kicked his shin, making Johnny laugh.

“Communicating about them. I just thought,” She took a nervous breath. “I want you to be comfortable with your desires, you know?” She came a little closer to him. "I wanted to know what you like.

Johnny looked over her face, “I am very comfortable with how much I desire you. Too comfortable, in fact.” He raised a meaningful brow, biting back his smile.

“No.” She took another breath, thinking her words over once more. “I have a suspicion.” She breached slowly.

“No (Y/N),” The serious look on his face made her pause. “Mark and I are just friends.”

She snorted, making Johnny grin. “That’s very reassuring. But,” She reached out to put a hand on his chest. He hummed when she did, the sound reverberating in his chest against her palm. She kept her eyes focused on the way her hand rose and fell against his chest, “Sometimes I feel that you’re too careful with me. I don’t know whether it’s because of the fact that I haven’t had too many partners or because you’re afraid I’ll freak out or something.” She looked up with wide eyes when his breathing seemed to rise, her hand moving more rapidly. “I could be wrong. It’s just something I was wondering.” She looked away again, losing her nerves.

This time Johnny put his fingers under her chin, lifting it to meet his eyes, “Hey. You can tell me about anything you wonder in passing, hmm?” His eyes glowed in the dim light, she nodded. “I am gentle with you. I guess, some of it is because I am nervous of how you’ll react. But mostly because I love you. I want to treat you so well, like I believe you deserve.”

“What are you nervous about?” Curiosity took over her hesitation as she finally felt her questions being answered, “I can assure you, that you can’t break me in half.” She added with a snort, a smile playing on her lips.

Johnny mirrored it, “I know.”

“Then?”

“I mean,” Johnny paused, “I guess.” He sighed. He rubbed his face with his hand.

It was strange to see Johnny flustered about something. It was rare, and it never failed to catch her off-guard. Between the both of them, Johnny was comfortable being the one always sure about things; he was the one who not only knew what he wanted, but was enviably vocal about it. She did her part and waited patiently for him to find his words.

Johnny laughed, “You always do this to me.” He groaned, turning back to face her with renewed certainty in his eyes, “There is a laundry list of things I am so tempted to do to you. But I would never want to make you uncomfortable. I guess,” He paused again.

When she laughed at the repeated phrase, he joined with a pained one. “You’re laughing at me.” He groaned, the irony not lost on him.

“Only because I think you’re so cute.” She tugged at his t-shirt, leaving a kiss on his nose. He scrunched it, as if to protest, but it only cemented her statement.

He trapped her in his arms, pecking her lips a few times with a smile. “Exactly. I think I like being cute around you. I want to be your cute, domestic boyfriend Johnny. I didn't think I'd like that role as much I do and I was worried–”

“That I would stop thinking you’re cute if you spank me?” She scoffed.

Johnny squeezed his eyes shut, taking a strained inhale.

She reached up to leave a soft kiss on his eye, “We can always try it.” She said softly. His exhale was equally strained. “And other things." She hummed, "Doesn't mean we lose the comfort we have. If anything, I want you to be more comfortable. Which is why I wanted to know. You’re always holding back. I see it in the way you look at me sometimes.” She kissed the other lid, “I just want to know what it is. Be honest with me.” She kissed his forehead, “Trust me, so I can show that I trust you.” Johnny sighed at those words. “I don’t want your restraint.” She murmured against his cheek.

“You really cannot say that when you take it as a personal challenge to pull away all of my restraint. You’ve been doing it since we met.” He opened his eyes, chiding her.

The smile she gave him at that, shy but unapologetic, made him think that today would really be the day he would tell her of the things he only thought of mid-week when he missed her touch a little too much.

“See.” She smiled against his cheek, “That’s my kink.” She reached a hand out to rest on his neck, nails dragging up into his hair. Johnny shivered at the action. "I just love it. Pulling your restraint away from you slowly, watching you try so hard to keep your self-control together. It's so hot watching it fall apart." Both their breathing matched, heavy and eager. "You're so hot."

"Wretched little thing." He mumbled into her neck, making her skin erupt into goosebumps.

She smiled against his chin, "There's also that isn’t there? The difference in our general stature." A short breathless laugh left her when Johnny groaned, the sound shooting down into the depths of her belly. “What is it about it? I was always curious.” She pulled back from. Somehow looking into his dark eyes and finger-dragged hair was worse than being close to him.

“I just lose my mind over it.” He breathed out the confession, “You're so small, so precious." He laughed at his own words. "That sounds ridiculous out loud but," He chewed his bottom lip sore, her eyes settling on the now swollen flesh, "How your hands fit into mine. How you fit into me.” He paused, dragging his teeth over his lower lip again. “When I’m inside you.” He closed his eyes again, his breathing rapid.

She felt herself rub her thighs together. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. She wanted to know these things about him, because was started to fall in love with him. She wanted to see every part of him and reassure him about it. Soothing the small doubts she knew her wildly confident Johnny still held. Instead, the room felt charged with the growing tension.

“Yeah?” She encouraged him.

“You take me so well. You swallow me with your pretty little cunt.” He groaned.

It was her turn to close her eyes, her breathing joining his in pace. This wasn’t at all how this was supposed to go, but she couldn’t bring herself to mind.

“There’s also something,” He continued. “That I think you’d like.” He granted her the mercy of closing the space between them again. She opened her eyes, waiting for him to finish. “Sometimes I think of how it would feel to have my fingers wrapped around your pretty neck.” He hummed, raising his hand to brush his thumb against her throat.

“Fuck.” She grumbled, “Johnny how could you possibly think I’d mind any of these things?” She sounded the cocktail of exasperation and arousal she felt. “Do all of those to me. God you’re absolutely insane for thinking I’d be adverse to any of these.” She whined, squirming as her body searched for friction. “I thought you’d say you want to hang me from the ceiling or something.”

Johnny's laugh sounded more like a pant. "No, nothing that intense." He brushed his thumb over her clavicles. "I think the furthest I'll go is a foot fetish." He sighed.

Her eyes blinked open, "You have a foot fetish?" She asked, surprised. Johnny gave her a nod. "Now see that one I'm going to judge you for." She put a finger on his chest, finding her volume again.

Johnny bit back a smile, "Why does that get such an extreme reaction?" A short laugh bubbled up his throat.

"Are you going to make me send you pictures of my feet?" She furrowed her brows, but her eyes betrayed the humour.

"Not if you don't want to, no."

"But you'll look at them? Like in a sexual way?" She questioned.

Johnny smirked, "How do you know I don't already? You have nice feet. Especially when you paint your nails or wear heels." He took the finger she put on her chest and bought it to his lips.

"That's a little weird I'm not going to lie to you baby." She scrunched her nose.

Johnny scoffed, "So you can like my hands but I can't like your feet?" He raised his brows at her.

She chewed on her lips, caught in the trap of his words. "That's a fair point. I guess you can keep that, then." She gasped when he took her index finger between his teeth, biting down just hard enough for the blood pool into her stomach.

"Don't knock it till you try it, (Y/N)." He warned, his tongue grazing against the flesh now imprinted with the mark of his teeth.

"What exactly am I trying?" She raised a brow.

"One of these days, I just might show you. For now, we both need to sleep." He dropped her hand.

She looked at him, dumbfounded. "We aren't having sex?"

Delight gleamed in his eyes at the indignation in her voice. "Tomorrow." The single word was a bond.

She groaned, too tired herself to put up a fight. "Absolute tease." She rolled her eyes, "That should have made it onto your list. Probably worse than the feet thing, as well." She huffed.

Johnny laughed again, pulling her closer to him till his chin rested on her crown. "I love you so very much." He sighed, the words making her chest bubble like a freshly popped can of soda.

She nuzzled into him, the action significant enough to make him smile. "I hope me thinking your feet are sexy isn't the deal breaker because I don't want to lose you." He mixed the heartfelt words with a lighthearted jab, something very quintessentially 'Johnny' to do.

"You wish you could get rid of me that easy, big boy." She shoved him lightly, "You're my daddy now." She tried to joke but Johnny groaned.

"Stop saying that." He warned, "I was hoping we'd go for brunch tomorrow. So we need to sleep."

"Such a father thing to say Mr. John Suh." She teased further.

Johnny chuckled into her hair. "Okay, enough. I didn't tell you all of those things just to be teased." He whined.

She shuffled to look up at him, "That's exactly what you signed up for with me." She pecked his lips once, "Good night." She smiled against them.

-

Send me an ask about a character from one of my fics in a scenario and I'll write a drabble.

Character from: Unintended Consequences

[moonctzeny]

Evaaaa~ How are you? 🖤

How about Johnny and God damn by I.M for your neighbor drabbles? 👀

girl you KNOW this song is on repeat we finally got Changkyunnie’s solo album 🤧 (and you requested johnny is this a crossover episode of biases?)

warnings: angst, alcohol

johnny - God Damn

It always ended up like this. You’d go out on dates to meet whatever boy candy promised you a night of fun, only for you to knock on Johnny’s door instead of yours, the hundredth time you made that drunken mistake.

And he’d always welcome you in, so warm and stable and smelling like weed and that woody after shave. He’d listen to your complaints patiently, downing shot after shot to catch up with you, sometimes with wet hair and others with bags under his eyes.

But he never sent you away, as he didn’t today as well, because truth is that the real problem’s that you’re lonely. So fucking lonely. Desperately trying to distract yourself with a strange man or the bottles of alcohol you empty.

And Johnny sees right through your walls, yet he’d never tell you because honestly, he loves your mess. He loves having you fall asleep on his shoulder at 4 am, knowing he is someone in this lonely world that you can lean on. And if feeling content in your episodes of sadness means he is selfish and a dick, then so be it.

His addictive smell is as strong as ever as he sits next to you on his living room floor, two empty shot glasses on the coffee table next to you. His body feels so hot and he is playing with your hair and he’s just what you need right now.

“Shoot me”, you tell him then, and he reaches for the half empty bottle of tequila.

“No, no”, you stop him, “not that kind of poison.”

Johnny is shocked to feel your lips moving against him, to say the least. He wonders momentarily if the alcohol is making him see things, if he has passed out already and is dreaming of his biggest fantasy turn into reality. But there’s no way the feeling of your tongue sweeping across his bottom lip isn’t real, the goosebumps raising on his arms proving his thought process right.

You pull on his hair harshly, bringing him over your body as you move your kisses down his neck, your back already hurting from the carpet burns.

“Kiss me down til I’m naked. Make me feel alive.”

send me a nct member of your choice (remember I only write for members born in 2000 and earlier!) and your current favourite song and I will write you a drabble about the two of you being neighbours

[peach-jaehyunie]

All I Want for Christmas...

Putting the lights on the tree had been a hassle to say the least: you stood on a ladder on one side of the tree while Johnny stood on a chair on the other side. Basically, you had tossed the light strand to each other because the tree was really too big to reach around.

“Can you even reach the top of the tree when you’re on the ladder?” Johnny asked you as he plugged in a strand of lights to make sure they were working before climbing onto his chair.

“Of course, the ladder is definitely tall enough—oh,” you had climbed up the ladder to demonstrate that you were able to easily be 9 feet tall like the tree—but the base of the tree was so wide that by the time you were at the top, the top of the ladder was far away from the Christmas tree, “One of us will have to hold the ladder when we put the star on top. If that doesn’t work we’ll just toss it on and hope for the best.

That’s what you had done with lights at the very top of the tree—just tossed them on there. Eventually Johnny can wrap the lights on your tree without having to stand on something, and your big beauty of a tree gladly uses up 8 strands of lights. You open box after box of decorations—glass balls of various sizes and shimmer, red bells, ornaments shaped like icicles—until you found wide red ribbon to wrap as a garland on the tree.

Sipping on your mochas, you decorated the tree together.

“I have something for you,” Johnny says taking a little box out of a paper bag and handing it to you, “Open it.”

You recognized the box from from a gift shop that you usually bought all of your Christmas glass ornaments from. From the weight of the box you could tell it wasn’t like the Christmas balls you had bought there earlier this week.

“Oh, Johnny, it’s so pretty!” You exclaimed holding up the sparkly sugarplum ornament that was from the box.

It appeared to be made of brass, covered in dark plum glitter with a glittering leaf on top.

“Do you like it?”

“I love it, thank you.”

You hug Johnny before putting up your new ornament, and then you stand hand in hand gazing at your tree. The tree twinkles and glows, brightening up the room and making it feel cozy.

The sugarplum ornament catches your eye everytime you’re in the room; maybe because it feels special, or maybe just because it’s the only one of a kind on the tree. Sometimes it sways on its little gold string when nothing else in the room is moving, and it frequently out shimmers the neighbouring bobbles. It’s not until Christmas day, late in the afternoon that Johnny pays note of the sugarplum again.

“Go open up your sugarplum,” he nudges as you sit next to each other on the couch.

“Open it up?” You turn to him, the surprise on your face probably looking innocent and wide-eyed.

“Yep,” he nods encouragingly.

You jump up from the sofa, throwing the blanket that had been on your lap back to where you had been sitting, as you scurried over to the tree. Delicately you took down your sugarplum—for a moment you thought Johnny might have been joking about “opening it”, but you noticed the seam that ran around the ornament and what looked like a little brass clasp near the leaf. You were vaguely aware of Johnny getting up off the couch and following you, and when you turned he was standing in front of you fiddling with the string on his sweatpants as though he was a bit nervous. You felt as impatient as a child, but you exerted some self control and carefully opened your sugarplum.

“Johnny—“ you gasped, but a big grin broke out unconsciously on your face.

Somehow, without you noticing, Johnny had knelt down in front of you as you stood there with the open sugarplum that revealed beautiful engagement ring.

“Y/n,” he started, his hands trembling a bit as he spoke “Will you marry me?”

Seconds passed and surely neither of you breathed as you both waited for your mouth and voice to work again.

“Yes!” you finally managed to say, kneeling down with Johnny as you hugged each other and tears of happiness slid down both of your cheeks.

[tyonfs]

9:34 p.m. ▸ you never expected boyfriend!johnny to surprise you with a vacation to paris for your birthday, but it was the most exciting thing you had ever done. your week-long trip hardly had a boring day; in the morning, the two of you would explore the city and try new restaurants or cafes. however, your nights were what the two of you needed: time for intimacy.

johnny was making a cup of coffee for you when you wrapped your arms around him, burying your face into his back. he was taken by surprise but let you cuddle into him.

when johnny finished stirring, he turned around so he could hold your waist. that was when he noticed that you were wearing his sweater, and god, he was a sucker for seeing you in his clothing; seeing your tiny frame in his large clothing made him feel more dominant over you.

“you’re tempting me, babe,” he murmured, voice smooth like velvet.

“then maybe you should go with it,” you replied.

a smile spread across johnny’s face as he gripped your waist tighter. “maybe i will.”

johnny scooped you up and placed you on the kitchen counter. another thing he indulged in was how he still towered over you even as you were on the counter. your playful makeout session heated up, resulting in a more passionate display.

you wrapped your arms around johnny, legs circled around his hips as he rubbed against your clothed slit. johnny kissed down to your neck, nipping around until he found your sweet spot before he started forming hickies along the skin.

the best thing about paris was the ambiance. johnny was soon fucking you slowly in the kitchen as the balmy summer air had you both sweating. your skin slid against each other as johnny’s hips slapped against yours. moans escaped your lips as you buried your face into his neck, on the verge of spilling over.

when you came, johnny made the most out of your orgasm, fucking you through it so you could relish the high. in addition, johnny was the best at aftercare. as soon as you two had finished and were a sweating and panting mess, johnny carried you to your bedroom and laid you on the bed. he pulled the sheets over you both as he spooned you, one hand gripping yours.

[retrievablememories]

sweet thang | johnny (t)

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

[12:19 a.m.]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[slightlymore]

Johnny + day dream + smut

johnny; smut

you're suddenly overwhelmed by his caramel eyes and you let your gaze fall on his chest instead. a soft chuckle, as if almost only a breath puffs from the man's mouth as he descends the stairs to the internal garden of the villa. the ball's music seems far away as your heart increases its beats. everything is so silent, the only sound coming from the fountain dancing in the middle of it, hidden by colourful night flowers, that you're sure the young man can hear your heart, using its rhythm as an indicator of where to put his feet next.

for a split second, you look up at him, walking towards you, now almost as close as touching your knees with his hands, and you catch a glimpse of his moonlit face, right when he decided to let his finger drag on your skin.

the marble you're sitting on is cold underneath your thighs but you're not bothered. you didn't expect him to follow you yet there he is, his lips parted to let a warm breath out and the corners of his mouth slightly up. his eyelashes are fanning slowly, you can see them even through his black eye mask, while his fingertips travel up your thigh. you get goosebumps and he smiles placing his whole palm on it. it's warm, and he could feel the way you're warm as well if only he let his hand slip under your dress. you gulp down when you realize what's going on, head dizzy and body as if floating, and now you don't feel warm anymore - you're hot. and perhaps the man even has psychic powers because suddenly one of your dress straps falls from your shoulder, revealing more than before but still not enough. you feel your nipples pierce the white fabric and his eyes are trained on your collarbones, then on the swell of your breasts, his hand still grazing at your inner thigh. he sighs as if staring a work of art and gets closer until your faces almost touch. but he doesn't kiss you and even if you slip your fingers into his soft hair as if wanting to bring him closer, he lets his head down past your face until reaching your chest instead, placing small kisses from your neck to your shoulder then down your breasts. the other strap follows its twin down your arm. your hands don't know where to find peace on his body as the man's lips finally tug on your hard buds. you close your eyes and let your head fall back, your dress almost slipping off completely. he finally reaches underneath the hem of it and calling his other hand they both caress your sides and torso. hidden by the fragrant vegetation, you don't shy away from letting him undress you, the soft and airy material falling to the ground. short-breathed, the young man lets his curiosity win as he drinks in your image: skin warmed by the boiling blood, soft shadows complementing your every curve.

and finally, he kisses you as if it were his biggest desire making you shiver and melt into his touch, his fingers draping your spine and stomach. you can only gasp into the kiss, his tongue dancing with yours and you feel your legs tighten around his hips.

he shushes you, breathing on your lips and staring from underneath his lids at the way you jolt at the feeling of his fingertips reaching your wet folds. he smears that on your clit with his thumb, loving the way you start to pant. it's gentle and languid and the man keeps up the same pace as he sinks down on his knees, replacing his fingers with his lips. he kisses you slowly, starting from the clit, then going down. your juices get mixed with his saliva as he licks you up, the sinful sounds making you lose your mind. your hands grab his hair a little too tight, making him hum against your core.

"oh-", your trembling voice sounds like a whisper.

it feels like a dream.

he loves it. he loves all of you.

yet he doesn't even know your name.

[jen-o-jam]

[9:54 am]

You sat in the passenger side, your shoes off and feet on the dashboard, comfortably crunched into the plush seat. Your hand squeezing Johnny’s as you looked out the window. You two decided to go picnicking in the country side, but neither of you checked the weather.

To your surprise by the time you got everything set out the sky opened up. Rain pouring down as if it was a sick joke. The two of you picking up as fast as you could, using your blanket as umbrella as you ran to the car. Laughing uncontrollably as you reached safty in the car.

Now you two were soaked with the heat running, but Johnny was determined to have a picnic, so you two were eating in the car.

“I can believe that happened with us” Johnny chuckled, holding a grape out for you, which you happily took from his fingers.

“That’s what we get for not checking the weather..” you chuckled back, after swallowing. Your attention changing from Johnny, hearing the music get a little louder. An unshameful smile forming on your lips. It was the familiar sound of a satalight beep and then the drums pick up and a ghostly voice. It was undoubtedly Adore You by Harry Styles. Johnny had downloaded it for himself, but told you it’s just cause you liked it. It wasn’t uncommon for him to be the one to drive, so he had music you would like to.

You sat up a bit, singing along with Harry’s first verse. Johnny was watching you with amusement, or that was until you pulled on his arm, causing him to dance with you. The restriction of the car making it more or less just upperbody movement. Laughing as he took over, turning the song up a bit to sing along. Taking on the chorus as he bounced around. Pointing to you whenever the backup vocals came through.

The two of you just clowning around till the end of the song. More or less just mumbling along as you laughed at each other.

[forehead-enthusiast]

[11:10pm] You and Johnny sat on the couch, sinking into the leather cushions as the horror movie only got more suspenseful. Not altogether very scared, you found your half empty bowl of popcorn more interesting.

Johnny's hand wandered about the couch until it found yours, and gripped onto it.

"Y/n, you can cuddle with me if you get too scared."

You almost refused, but noticed the quiver in his voice and sighed affectionately.

"Gee, thanks. I'm suuuuuuper scared."

Johnny, too terrified to comment on your sarcasm, pulled you into his lap, suppressing his trembling as he wrapped his arms around you like an enormous koala. He buried his face into your shoulder at every jump scare, and you reached back to pat his head reassuringly.

"Johnny, weren't you the one who wanted to watch this?"

"Y-yeah. Can't you tell I'm really enjoying it?"

You laughed at his obvious lie, and laughed even more when he flinched a second later at the sound of the lead actors screaming.

He held onto you long after the credits rolled, and you decided you liked horror movies more than you thought.

[mint-yooxgi]

taller!reader with Johnny suh!!

The click of your platform boots against the floor is the only sound that can be heard as you enter the living room.

"Hey, have you guys seen Johnny?" Your question draws the attention of Yuta, Mark, and Jaehyun who had all been sitting around scrolling through their phones.

"Uh," Mark clears his throat, "no."

At least Mark is subtle when he flicks his gaze over your body, lingering slightly on your legs. The other two, though, they both look shamelessly, trailing their gazes purposely over your figure until they reach your gaze once more.

"Looking for me?" Johnny's voice sounds from just behind you as you feel him loop an arm around your waist.

"Yeah, we're going to be late!" You turn in his grip, giving him a slight nudge with your shoulder.

He meets your gaze, "my bad, love. I'll be right there."

"You better," you tease, straightening yourself slightly as you head to the front door to wait outside for him.

He watches you leave with a smile on his face. That is, until he's turning to the three males in front of him who suddenly find the room they're in looking so interesting as they avoid his piercing gaze.

"Hey," Johnny's voice draws their attention and they see him standing there with crossed arms, "stop eyeing up my partner."

Mark splutters over his next words while Jaehyun's ears turn red. The only one who has the balls to look unbothered is Yuta, who instead just smirks at the standing male.

"Well, at least we know they're into shorter guys," Yuta hums, leaning back into the couch as he turns his attention back onto his phone once more.

[yootaesowlwrites]

Slow Dance With You - Johnny Suh

A/N: This is my first time writing for Johnny, I hope I didn’t get much wrong.

Prompt A92— “I desperately want to take you out for dinner and slow dance with you until the sun comes up, but I also want to grip your hair as I watch you writhing underneath me.”

Warnings: Fluff, pain killers mentioned, slightly suggestive.

W/C: 986

You sit on the floor with your head tilted back against the couch cushions, your eyes were closed as you listened to the noise surrounding you, the television was on loudly, but it could never beat the loud voices coming from the kitchen as snacks were being gathered, although, they had been gathering the snacks for almost twenty minutes now, and you were starting to get a headache from the loud noise, you heard footsteps quickly moving across the floor before hearing a bowl being placed down somewhere near you, you open your eyes after feeling like someone was watching you, only to see Johnny looking down at you.

“Are you tired?” He asks as his brows knit together. “Did you just fall asleep?” You lift your head and shake it.

“No, no, I didn’t fall asleep.” You softly say before moving to stand. “But I’m just going to go lay for a bit.”

“All right, do you want us to quiet down?” He asks as his eyes follow your movements, you dust off your butt before tugging at your shirt to pull it back into place. “Are we too loud?”

“No, no.” You say as you look up at him. “No need to quiet down, I’m just… going to go lay for a bit.” He nods his head as a slight frown form on his face. “You guys took too long with the snacks, I got tired, now I need to go recharge.” You jokingly say to lighten his mood.

“Ha ha, yeah.” He says as he lifts one of his hands and scratches the back of his head. “Sorry about that, we… couldn’t find it at first, and then we messed up the first one.” You softly smile.

“I smelled.” You state. “I’ll be out when I feel better, no need to quiet down, okay?” You didn’t want to spoil their fun, so you were hoping when you close the bedroom door that it would keep out most of the noise.

“Hey, text me if you need anything, and I’ll bring it to you, okay?” Johnny says, you nod your head before carefully stepping over everything and move past him, he turns around as he watches you disappear down the hallway, he couldn’t hear you close the door with the loud television still blaring something and with the other members still being loud in the kitchen.

“Hey, where’d Y/n go?” Mark asks as he steps out of the kitchen with several chip bags.

“They went to lay down for a bit,” Johnny says. “They looked a bit tired.” Mark nods his head as he reaches the couch, he drops the bags onto the couch. “Are they almost done?”

“Yes, they’re about to come with the other things,” Mark says, Johnny nods his head and sits down on the floor, once everyone settled down and the movie started, it quickly became quiet as they focused on the film, Johnny blankly stared at the screen as his mind wandered to you, the spot you once occupied next to him on the ground was now being occupied by empty wrappers, he couldn’t help but wonder if you would enjoy this movie or pretend that you like it, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and quickly reaches for it.

Y/n: Can you bring me some aspirin and a glass of water?

“I’m just going to take Y/n a glass of water and some painkillers,” Johnny whispers as he locks his phone before standing up from his spot, he quickly moves out of the way before anyone would start complaining, he moves to the kitchen and take a glass out from the cupboards before moving to the fridge and opened a bottle of water and pouring some water into the glass, he moves to another cabinet and takes out some painkillers, he moves out the kitchen and made his way towards the room you were in, his room, he carefully opens the door and steps into the room, using his foot to close the door. “Why didn’t you just say you had a headache?” He moves towards the bed. “I could have tried to get them to quiet down.”

“I didn’t want to spoil anyone’s fun.” You say as you sit upright on his bed, you take the glass of water from him and the painkillers. “Thank you.” You drink the pills and place the half-emptied glass of water on his bedside table. “You can go back, just give me a few minutes or an hour.” You lay back on the bed, he moves around the bed and lays down next to you.

“I’m sure they won’t notice I didn’t return.” He says as he wraps an arm around your middle. “Let me give you some comfort for a bit.”

“Hmm, okay.” You softly say as your eyes fall close, he watches as your chest slowly rises and slowly falls as you breathed in and out, he props himself up on his elbow to look at you, his arm that was wrapped around your middle moves upwards, his hand gently moves some of your hair out of your face.

“You know…” He begins to whisper. “I desperately want to take you out for dinner and slow dance with you until the sun comes up, but I also want to grip your hair as I watch you writhing underneath me.” He watches as you inhale deeply.

“The last part sounds too painful right now.” You breathe out, you open your eyes halfway to look up at him. “Maybe when my head feels better.” He chuckles before laying down on the bed. “Dinner sounds nice, though.”

“How about tomorrow night?” He asks. “I’ll take you out for dinner, and then we can go slow dance.”

“Or you can grip my hair and watch as I writhe underneath you after dinner.” You say with a slight smirk on your lips.

[soybeantree]

when we must 

pairing: johnny x (reader) genre/warning: fluff count:  +1.9k description: there’s nothing like a good ol’ fashioned road trip to kick off the summer. even when johnny’s and your opinion of fun are two vastly different things. 

Laying on the motel bed with maps sprawled out before you, you groan and run your hand through your hair. When Johnny had suggested an old fashioned road trip, you had jumped at the idea. Anything sounded better than a week at work. However, you failed to understand what Johnny meant by "old fashioned" road trip. While you're not traveling around in a horse drawn cart, you are traveling without the aid of phone or GPS. A knock on your door draws you away from your futile planning attempt. Johnny greets you with a smile and food. His smile nearly earns him a slap, but the food saves him. You snatch the bag from his hand and flop back on the bed. "This is impossible. We are going to get lost and die in the middle of nowhere, and no one will be able to find us because we have no phone for them to track." "We have a phone." Johnny corrects as he settles on the bed next to you and reaches into the bag for his food. You narrow your eyes. "That piece of plastic does not qualify as a phone." You glare at the flip phone sitting on the bedside table. "It can call people that qualifies it as a phone." He says around a mouthful of food.

"Whatever. My point still stands that this is impossible. I'm not a navigator. I don't know how maps work. It's a miracle we actually found a motel today." Johnny shakes his head and pulls the maps closer to him. "We just need to pick a destination, see how many miles are between here and there, determine how long it will take to get there, and then highlight the route." "That all sounds complicated. You know what doesn't sound complicated. Typing an address into a GPS." Your argument falls on deaf ears. The maps hold Johnny's attention. He can spend all the time he wants on them. You dig through the bag, pulling out food. He bought all your favorite snacks. With a sigh, you bite into the food and huddle next to him as you two plan out the next day’s trip. An hour later, you've eaten all the food and planned the route for the next day. "See that wasn't so hard." You smack him with a pillow at him as you roll your eyes. He laughs as he swats the pillow away. "Make sure you get plenty of sleep.” He says as he stands and heads for the door. “We have a full day of travel ahead of us." "I still don't understand why we have separate rooms." You comment as you climb off the bed and head for your suitcase. "Because this is an old fashioned road trip." He explains to your back. "That's not actually a thing. You're just making all of this up." He chuckles. "Goodnight, Y/N." You wave a hand in response. _________________________________________

The next day starts early, but at least, it starts with donuts. Johnny shows up with a box and coffee. You sip on the blessed liquid as you sit in the passenger seat. The sun has yet to rise. When you point that out to Johnny, he smiles and says that's the point. Exhaustion dampens your fighting spirit, so you curl up in your seat and continue to sip. Johnny drives, gaze on the horizon. As you watch him, the sun rises in his eyes. The light sets them on fire and his whole face glows in the warm light. "Suns up." He beams. "Doesn't this make getting up worth it." He turns to you, and you glance to the sunrise, blinking to clear his image. You mumble a reply and refuse to look back at him. You drain your coffee, hoping to wake up and bring yourself back to sanity.

You met Johnny during college and nearly killed him when you first met. You had been studying in the library, fully prepared to pull an all-nighter. Everyone else had returned to their dorms, and true silence had settled over the library. Or so you thought. Shortly after two, the loudest, most annoying singing had filled the stacks. You snapped your pencil in shock. The singing continued. You stood, chair flying back. Storming down the rows, you found Johnny in an alcove at the back of the library. He sat hunched over his own stack of books, headphones in his ears, mouth acting as a speaker. "If you're going to sing, then why wear headphones!" Your screech had pierced through the music. What followed was twenty minutes of you berating him and threatening him with your broken pencil. Johnny sat patiently through your tirade, and when you finished, suggested food. You two found the closest 24-hour convenience store and spent the rest of the night eating and talking. You've been best friends since then. You've also been in love with him since then.

"We should stop here." Johnny pulls your attention back to him. The here, he refers to, is a wide expanse of rocks which rise into cliffs. He pulls the car off the road, shifting into park. "You want to climb them?" He nods. "If you break anything, I'm leaving you here to die." "I'd expect nothing else." He grins before diving into the back seat. As he rummages through your bags, you climb out of the car. The sun sits overhead, bathing you in warmth. You stretch like a cat waking from a nap and survey your surroundings. The rocks do lend themselves to climbing. After a glance back at Johnny, whose behind is the only thing visible as he continues his rummaging, you start off towards the formations. "If you break anything, I'm leaving you here to die too." You hear him call as you reach the foothills of the cliffs. You shake your head and ignore him as you reach for the first hand hold. Your foot finds a crevice, and you push yourself up. ��Look at that form. Good lines. Lean muscles. Fashion evaluation however not good. Those shoes, stylish but not good for climbing.” Glancing back over your shoulder, you find Johnny bellow you a video camera in his hand. He swivels around you, getting every unflattering angle. "Why do you have a video camera? This is supposed to be an old fashioned road trip." You growl as you hurriedly pull yourself on top of the rock. "They had video cameras on old fashion road trips." He says as he continues to film. "You really are just making up shit now." "My trip. My rules." He shrugs. You chunk a pebble at him, and he jumps back laughing. "Remember what happens if you break anything." "That includes the camera?" You chunk another pebble, but his long legs keep the camera safe. "I said anything." He grins up at you, his eyes squinting in the sunlight. You roll your eyes and stick your tongue out at him. “Are you going to spend the entire day filming from down there or are you actually going to climb?” Closing the camera, he stows it in his backpack and follows the trail you blazed. He pulls himself up onto the ledge with you and stands. “Are you going to sit there all day or are you actually going to climb?” “I’m going to kick your ass. That’s what I’m going to do.” He darts off as you push yourself up. The afternoon is spent crawling around the rocks and filming your adventures. Johnny insists on finding every cinematic shot and forcing you to video him. He attempts to return the favor, but with the life of his camera hanging in the balance, he decides against it. As the sun sinks in the east, you and Johnny sit at the top of the rocks watching the sky blossom with shades of pink and purple. The night air fills with the sounds of clicks and croaks, the melodies blending together to create an evening song. “You know we didn’t even make it halfway to where we were going.” “I think we made it the whole way.” You glance over at him and find his gaze on you. Returning your attention to the sunset, you clear your throat. “We should head back before it gets too dark. After all we don’t have-” Flashlights was what you were going to say, but you trail off when Johnny pulls one from his backpack. “You were just prepared for everything weren’t you?” “Of course. I’m not going to half-ass a date.” That one word stills you, and you wait for him to laugh and take it back, but he doesn’t. He sets the flashlight on the ground next to him and zips up his pack. When he finally faces you again, he blinks at your expression. “What?” “This isn’t a date.” “Why not?” “Because we’re not dating.” “We're not?” “No!” "Oh,” he pauses his perfect lips puffing out in a pout. “This is awkward then, because I was going to propose to you at the end of this trip." "What?” Your heart races, but you force it to calm. Johnny’s joking, this is just the friendly banter you two always have. “You were not. We have to date before you propose." "How long?" "What?" "How long do we have to date before I can propose?"

Your heart kicks into high gear. "Why are you saying these things?" You refuse to look at him, focusing all of your attentions on the way the stones glisten in the fading sunlight. "Because I plan on marrying you." You dart up, mouth flapping but no sound comes out. "What if I don't plan on marrying you?" You stutter out. "Is it because I'm ugly?" "What? No." "So you find me attractive?" "Yes, no. Johnny, I am going to hit you. Stop talking." Fists clenched at your side, you fight back tears. Now is not the time to cry, but he’s so aggravating and stupid and you need him to shut up before he says something neither of you can come back from. Standing, he steps towards you and takes your hands in his. He waits until you meet his gaze. "You're my best friend. We've seen each other at our best and our worst. We survived an old fashioned road trip together. I think you're the most beautiful person in the world, and you said you think I'm attractive. So can we date for as long as you want to date and then get married?" "You can't spring stuff like this on people." You choke out, as those damn tears start to leak out. "You're right. I'm sorry. Should I give you time to think about this?" "I don't need time to think. The answer is 'yes'. I just need you to know there was a better way to do this." "We're dating then?" "Yes." "And I can kiss you." Your cheeks flame. "Ye-" A kiss swallows your answer. Johnny pulls back, a sheepish grin tugging at his lips. "You probably didn't mean right now, did you?" "I didn't mean not right now. I just - you're annoying, you know that Johnny Suh." You pull your hands from his and cross you arms. However, the blush still burning your cheeks foils your attempt at nonchalance. Stepping forward, you bury your face in his neck. His arms wrap around you, pulling you closer. "Six months." "What?" He mumbles into your hair. "Let's date for six months. After that, I'll decide if I want to date longer or get married." He squeezes you tighter and places a kiss on your cheek.

[neoangelic]

Can I request prompt number 99 with Johnny please?🥺

HARD TO STAY MAD || johnny suh

summary: As a couple who both works together as photographers, Johnny likes to push your buttons. This time you’ve had enough. 

“I fell in love with you, not them.”

PAIRING: johnny x reader

WORDCOUNT: 1,112 words

TAGS: boyfriend!johnny | johntography | photographer!johnny | he’s hot when he’s angry | slight angst | fluff | photographer!reader | jealousy

hope its fluffier to know that the “you’re short” part happened to me irl (but w my mans who is not my mans qq, so no romantic connotation but still pretty heart fluttering)

Johnny doesn’t pay attention when you’re struggling with the lighting. He’s too busy laughing with the beautiful model. 

People are always jealous that you two get to work together as a couple, but it’s not all sunshine and rainbows. For example, when Johnny gets the job offers as the photographer and you have to work as his assistant. Normally, that wouldn’t be a problem. But you haven’t been able to land any jobs recently and it’s been weighing down on your conscience. Johnny says it’s okay. You know it’s not. Another example—girls just can’t get enough of him. 

“Okay, beautiful! That shot was great.” Johnny hits the shutter button one last time before he steps back. “Let’s take five—” he winks at her. Your grip on the hot light ‘slips’ and it swings its focus from the model to the photographer. 

“Oops,” you say, deadpan, when the model leaves. Johnny shields his eyes.

“What’s going on with you today?” He tears his eyes away and glares at the floor. “Are you trying to mess me up?”

You scoff, switching the light off. “Because I’m just that evil, right?”

“Are you trying to argue with me?” Johnny takes the camera off the tripod and aggressively clicks through the pictures he just took. The cut-off he was wearing gave you a clear view of his tense muscles. Oh. Maybe you pushed him a bit too far this time.

“I’m not trying, I am.” You walk up next to him and see what he’s looking at. Of course, nearly all of them are perfect. “It’s already unfair that you’re the better photographer—gotta rub it in by flirting with the subject too?”

He leaves the camera on a stool, turning to face you with a smoldering look. “I wasn’t flirting, baby.” Johnny cocks his perfectly shaped eyebrow. 

You’re taken aback by how attractive your boyfriend is when he’s mad. Then, he smiles as if that was what he was trying to do.

You comb your fingers through your hair, “look—you have to wrap up soon. There’s another appointment for you at 4:30, remember?” It wasn’t right for you to be annoyed at him.

Johnny doesn’t take his eyes off the screen, zooming in to the woman’s beautiful face. “Yeah, I know.”

“She’s pretty, right?”

“Yeah.” He says before turning his camera on you. Johnny fiddles with the settings for a bit. “But you’re prettier.” He snaps a photo.

You flush. “Don’t take pictures of me!” You’re glad that the rest of your crew are busy with their break.

“Why not?”

“And you don’t have to lie to me.” His words couldn’t be further from the truth. Johnny’s model this time was the ambassador for Dyor, after all. She was the prettiest model you’d ever seen. “She’s prettier. And good at modeling too. I should be grateful I’m surrounded by such talent.”

Johnny frowns, “you’re talented too.”

“Sure I am,” you mutter. “That’s why nobody books me—look, I’m gonna go call your next appointment and ask them when they’ll be ready.”

And you leave.

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The model is giving Johnny those goo-goo eyes again. The shoot ended. She should’ve left already. Instead, she’s flirting him up and it looks like she’s got him wrapped around her pretty, manicured finger. 

“These pictures look so amazing, Johnny.”

“All due to you—you’re really photogenic.”

“You wouldn’t be so bad as a model yourself. You should try it sometime.”

“Maybe I’ll give you a call?” They both laugh. “Sure, I’ll give it a go.”

“No, but you’re actually so talented. Why don’t you start working with A-listers?”

“You know what, I think you’re my favorite person that I’ve worked with yet.”

“Actually, Johnny, about that call…would you mind giving me your n—”

You clap your hands. “Sorry, miss but you’ve got to go. Mr. Suh, we’re packing up now—we have to get to the next location.” There’s an ugly feeling in the pit of your stomach as you see her put her hand on his shoulder.

She gives him a sultry smile, “I’ll see you, then?”

“Sure.” Johnny nods, stiffly. He’s fully aware that you’re livid. He makes it a point to pack up his things quickly after she leaves with her staff. You only call him Mr. Suh when he’s in trouble.

You start bringing down the lighting set up with a lot of frustration. It was too tall for you to pull down without having to break your fingers. The strobe is top-heavy and you’ve never extended it up this high before. You manage to retract one of the sections, but it slips from your fingers with a loud clang. You groan, having to drag over an apple crate to stand on for the next section.

As you reach out for the light, Johnny rushes over, “I can deal with that.”

“I’m not useless,” you huff. Although if you hadn’t kept the sandbags on the base, the strobe would have probably fallen over. “I can do it.”

“_____, look at me.”

“Had fun having that model all over you?” You cross your arms. “She’s the favorite person you’ve worked with? Not your girlfriend? Oh, right, I don’t work with you—hell, I basically work for you. Without me, you’d be shooting celebrities right now.”

Johnny steps onto the apple crate with you. Your heart skips a beat at the proximity. You move back, nearly tripping as you try to create some space on the tiny platform. He holds you by the small of your back and pulls you close to him. He laughs, looking down on you.

“Babe, you’re so short.” Johnny’s eyes are filled with love and affection. One would think he’s looking at a puppy. With one hand, he effectively retracts the rest of the strobe light. “Too bad your temper is, too.”

“Johnny—”

“I wouldn’t leave you for the world. Its always gonna be you and me. I don’t have time for celebrities or models.” He pulls you even closer and leans in for a kiss. “I fell in love with you, not them.”

You panic as he steps off the crate, feeling flustered by his PDA. Johnny is still taller than you. “Hey, you can’t just—”

“Kiss you? Yeah, I can. I’m your boyfriend.” He teases. “And wanna hear a secret?”

“What?” You hiss, trying to stay mad—and failing at it.

Johnny brings his mouth close to your ear. “I fell in love with your photography, too. That’s why I started shooting in the first place.”

You’re taken aback once again. “But we met after you started photography.”

“That’s what you think,” Johnny winks, putting a finger to his lips. “But that’s a secret for another day.”