#johnny hard hours

[neowinestainedress]

between us — johnny suh

title: between us

pairing: professor!johnny x lawyer!oc x fem!reader | husband!johnny x wife!oc x fem!reader

summary: you find yourself tangled in the life of the Suhs after Mr. Suh starts working as an English professor at your father’s university. You don’t understand why they float around you so much, but soon enough, you can’t get enough of that secret, dirty game anymore.

genre: smut, fluff, plot, mxfxf, married couple, established relationship, age gap, bisexual characters, aged up johnny (to his early 30)

warnings: age gap, daddy/mommy issues, smut, sexual tension, 3some, mxfxf, dom/sub dynamics, mdom, fdom(oc), fsub(reader), mentions of s*x toys, unprotected s*x, pet names (honey, babe, doll...), or*l s*x (reader receiving and fem giving), fing*ring (reader receiving and fem giving), n!pple play, dirty talk, praise, minor degradation, size k!nk, 1 face slap, 1 *ss slap, 1 cl!t slap, hair pulling, talks of face f*cking, dp and face sitting, sub space, overstimulation, reader goes non-verbal at the end, aftercare | inclusivity notes: reader’s hair can be grabbed bc i’m degenerated and needed to write hair pulling during or*l, there are no descriptions of the texture and type tho, reader wears hair in different hairstyles (not specified), reader feels small because she’s shorter than them and in general feels ‘intimidated’ (body type is not specified), no use of y/n

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wc: 16.590k

a/n: i’m sure this isn’t what people were expecting when i talked about writing mxfxf, but what can i say, this idea came to me and i had to write it. at first, it was supposed to be less complicated, just hot steamy sex with two hot almost-dilf-and-milf but you know me by now, if it’s not deep and complicated we don’t write it here. disclaimer: they are all bi and this is not just a straight couple using a bisexual person to spice up their s*xual life, i can’t say more because i don’t want to spoil anything but i just wanted to make this clear. i hope you’ll enjoy, if you do please leave feedback with asks or reblog (so the story reaches more people) also this is the first time i write smut between two women so please let me know if it’s good!! love u ♡

The Suhs are by now a known presence in your life. Since Mr. Suh started teaching at your father’s university, it became almost impossible to not see him for more than two days straight.

You don’t feel like blaming your father. Actually, you get it. Mr. Suh is a charming, brilliant man in his early thirties. After years of studying and being an assistant, he started teaching English literature at another prestigious university, the one your father is president of. And in his free time —and you wonder how he did that— he even wrote a few books, the first ones being analyses of writers’ works, and then a successful mystery novel.

You like him, even if he intimidates you a bit. He’s a person you can have interesting conversations with, maybe too interesting. You can’t understand what hides behind his elegant attire; either suits and ties or brown pants and polos or vests, his brown hair is always pulled back, only occasionally some loose strands fall on his forehead and make him appear less put together. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him dressed casually, or crack a joke, but then again, it’s not really your place to know.

But Mr. Suh, also known as Johnny, is never alone when he comes to your parents’ house, or tags along at dinners, parties, and more, anything that your father likes to organize with his academic clique.

His wife, Aaliyah Taylor Suh, is always with him. She’s not less interesting or intimidating than him. Mrs. Suh is a drop-dead gorgeous woman in her early thirties like her husband. She’s an amazing lawyer, working at one of the top firms in the city, and probably that’s also why she comes off as piercing to you, it’s like she always knows what to say and do, and you struggle to keep up. And just like her husband, it’s also in the way she presents herself; she’s always perfect with her long goddess braids that reach her waist which is always perfectly hugged by the beautiful, expensive suits or dresses she wears.

This should pretty much sum up why you don’t talk much with them, even if they’re nice —at least it seems from the few conversations you had— you don’t feel at their level. Not only do they look like gods in your eyes, but they also fit the perfect stereotype of the rich, powerful couple that makes heads turn around every time they walk into a room —yours included— and the small, yet significant, age gap only makes it worse.

It would be easier to talk with them if your father wouldn’t constantly remind you that. He always had a passion to turn you and your dreams down, but since they are part of your life, it only worsened. Your father never misses the occasion to point your flaws out; how clumsy you are, walking around and stumbling on your own feet, dropping things every now and then, and messing up your words during speeches. Instead, he’s amazed by their brains and how quickly they became successful, they spent years on books and still never lost each other and found time to get married, they accomplished everything you haven’t, and it seems impossible for him to not slam it in your face.

And you agree, partially. You envy them. They seem to always be at the right place, at the right time, never saying a word wrong, and always looking straight out of Vogue. You’re also jealous of their love, you don’t know what a stable relationship looks like —not that you care to know, nobody your age seems to be doing it for you— unlike their stable, lasting marriage that is the deal closing off a just as long period of dating. They were high-school sweethearts, and you envy the way they still look at each other. Nobody ever looked at you like that, as if you meant the world to them. And you don’t understand how they survived all these years, you almost went insane during college, the two relationships you tried to have failed like a ship sinking in a storm. And now that you’re free, you’re still suffering the aftermath of all the stress you’ve been through. 

So you struggle to understand why they circle around you like moths to a flame.

It all started months ago. At first, it was only longing gazes, you could always feel them on you, and you always thought that there was something wrong with you; your make-up smudged, your hair out of place, your clothes dirty or crumpled up, but, even if you weren’t like them, there was nothing wrong with you.

Then, one night, things started to make more sense.

It was late, around 10 pm. As much as you couldn’t stand your father, you tried to tag along as much as possible to find some connections career-wise. You could’ve asked him a favour —doubting he would do it— but you had no intention of making him take credit for your future. You preferred talking with his academic friends or critics on your own, it hadn’t been successful yet, but you won’t give up.

You were standing in the kitchen, a glass in hand as you tried to drown in the alcohol and forget every word you had heard from your father when Mr. Suh approached you first.

“Tiring, isn’t it?” Mr. Suh’s voice brought you back to reality. His build, tall form leaning against the fridge as he stared at you with a small smirk on his face, his hair was falling a bit more freely since the gel had given up after the whole night —day, you’d dare to say, you’re not so sure he had time to go back home and get ready for this dinner again.

You tried not to get lost in his beauty and swiftly hummed, nodding. “Yeah, but at least the wine is good.”

Mr. Suh snickered, starting to walk over to you, a hand in his hair as he shook it back. “Pinot?”

Your eyes moved up in his, he was standing so close you could feel his breath hit your face, and you struggled to find the words. Throat dry and hands so sweaty you were sure you would’ve dropped the glass on the ground. “Yeah, Pinot, or at least, I think so,” you mumbled, giggling awkwardly as you looked down and took a step back, trying to put some distance between you two.

“Can I have a taste?” He asked, tilting his head to the side, his piercing gaze staring right into your soul.

You should’ve told him that surely there were some glasses left outside, or maybe opted to take a look in the wine rack behind him, but you didn’t, and your hand moved to his almost right away.

You watched him smile in a ‘thank you,’ before his lips met the glass, alcohol pouring down his throat, a bit too messily for his usual put-together act, a drop dripping on his chin against his tan skin.

Mr. Suh smiled, humming happily as he handed the —almost empty— glass back to you. “As imagined, my favourite,” he winked.

“Oh, good — good. I — I like it too,” you slurred, panicking and feeling so small. And guilty because something about all of this felt so wrong and dirty and you immediately thought of Mrs. Taylor. Was Johnny flirting or were you too horny to think straight? They were a perfect couple, they couldn’t be cheating, right?

So, you scrolled your head, and said goodbye to him, quickly walking out of the room with the excuse ‘you were sure your father was looking for you’ but in reality, you just needed a breath of fresh air.

Unfortunately, it didn’t stop there. You would find yourself alone with Mr. Suh more than you wished to, and he was always so subtle with everything that you started to think you were going insane. He couldn’t have possibly brushed his hand against yours as he walked by your side to go to his wife, right? And he couldn’t have willingly rested a hand on your lower back when he walked behind you, trying to make way to get to your father? And why would he call you ‘honey’ with that sweet, intoxicating, slightly condescending tone, and only when you two were alone? His voice was always sensual, but you could swear it would drop even lower when he had you alone in the kitchen or in the library you spent some much time in, lecturing you about some poem or book, watching as you hung from his lips.

Anyway, you thought you could deal with it, you would only see him when your dad invited them, and even if it was a lot, you could stick with your mother —a slightly more likeable presence to you that wasn’t best friend with the Suhs.

Things worsened when Mrs. Suh started talking to you. The first, serious, conversation was about a pretty boring thing, some case she was working on. But there was something in the way she talked to you, laughing as she dismissed the conversation and simply stared into your eyes before asking to talk about yourself. Unlike her husband, she was curious, almost as if she wanted to get deep into you and discover things you probably didn’t even know about yourself.

And you froze. You had nothing to say. Everything that came to your mind was either too boring or too wild to be known to her.

“So? Too many secrets to hide?” She joked, showing you her pearly white teeth before winking.

“No, uhm,” you mumbled, trying to find the words, but losing them again when your eyes fell on her hands, golden jewellery shining on her fingers as they wrapped around the flute so delicately and yet sensually before she brought the glass to her full lips tinted with dark purple. Your head snapped up, trying to control your breath and not show the erratic movements of your chest, and squeezing your thighs together for some reason. “I’m working. Yes, busy working and trying to survive my dad.” Busy. You wrote for a small magazine online that paid you dust; reason why you were back living with your parents and kept writing your book, hoping to finish it and publish it one day and get the chance to be as far as possible from that house.

She smirked, and you could see it wasn’t because she was happy with your answer but almost as if she was having the time of her life at the way you were acting. “So, work and dad make you, you?”

“No,” you replied right away, slightly offended too. “I thought we were talking about… about things… happening now.”

A low chuckle rolled out of her lips, “I’d love to get to know you better, you know? Your family is so outgoing, they can’t keep anything in, but you…” she paused, eyes looking at you up and down, “you’re so secretive, reserved, like a candy to unwrap.”

You gulped, fearing she had the wrong idea about you and her husband and was planning a way to kill you. Aaliyah wasn’t stupid, of course she had seen the way Johnny talked to you and, worse, the way you reacted. She was also a lawyer, a brilliant one, you doubt some of her clients were even innocent and yet they got away with everything, she could stand up for herself in court, and Johnny would find a poetic way to get rid of your body and turn this into the plot of his next success.

“I… I…”

“You should spend some time with us,” she said, smiling, crossing her legs and moving her braids behind, showing her cleavage, “you know, at our place, alone. No family getting in the way, no father painting you bad. Just adults having fun.”

“Oh,” you gasped, gulping as you felt the air in your lungs disappear. “Sure, I’d love to.” But the truth is, you wouldn’t survive being alone with them.

“Beautiful dress, by the way,” she complimented, getting up and walking past you, “shows all the right curves.”

That was the start of everything. Unfortunately, she had no intention of killing you. Instead, she seemed genuinely interested in getting to know you better, saving you from your father by engaging in conversations with you when you were all at the same table, asking what you liked, and mostly, complimenting you. At first, it could’ve been mistaken for a ‘girls support girls’ kind of moment, but quickly you started to perceive something else. Her looks, her touches and her words weren’t any different than Mr. Suh’s ones, so lingering, so secretive, and teasing, feeling like a breeze that taunts your skin with a sense of relief that’s never meant to come.

Two months have passed since that moment, and your plans of keeping the distance crumble apart when you find yourself alone with them.

It’s not the first time, but you feel today might be more difficult to deal with. Your father is stuck with an idea of you from when you were five years old and in constant need of supervision, or else you can’t explain why he almost treats them as your babysitters.

‘We’ll be out today, look after her,’ these are the words your father exclaims before walking out of the Villa he owned on this lake abandoned by God, your mother already at the car parked in the driveway.

You’re not a child but you surely act like one, rolling your eyes and letting out a loud grunt before puffing out air.

Mr. Suh laughs, humming lowly before turning to you. “You’re still a child in his eyes, aren’t you? His sweet, innocent, little baby.”

That comment shouldn’t have had any effect on you, yet, it does. It feels like he is implying something else, it’s clear in his tone and especially his eyes. But you shake it off, laughing before replying ‘yes,’ and then running up the stairs with a faint goodbye. You hear Mrs. Taylor say something, probably asking you to stay, but you pretend you don’t hear and disappear into your room.

You can avoid them only for so long before you don’t know what to do anymore and decide to go downstairs —terrible decision.

You think they left, so you walk outside to read a book under the porch and enjoy a cold lemonade, but when you step into the garden you see them by the pool.

Aaliyah is laughing tenderly at Johnny who’s dancing on the trampoline, winking at her before jumping in the pool, splashing water around, making her turn around and cover her face more with the large floppy hat she’s wearing.

You feel like dying, this is not how you want to see them, and you have to force your eyes up, not making them fall on her ass. You’re still in time to go back, just one step behind and you can go upstairs as if nothing happened, but you’re not quick enough.

“Hey,” Mr. Suh greets you. “We were hoping you would join us,” he smiles at you, walking out of the pool by the stairs, scrolling the water out of his hair before pushing it behind.

You gulp, which is the only thing you can do to try to water your throat —and more embarrassingly, don’t moan at the sight of his sculpted body. And then you smile, a tight forced smile as you still stand like a statue. “Oh, I won’t join you, I just wanted to read.”

Mrs. Suh snickers and you watch her turn around to stand out of the pool, strong arms lifting her body up —and only now you realize that she’s pretty ripped too, the soft curves complimented by the signed abs, toned arms, and thighs.

“You go to the gym together?” Dumbly slips out of your mouth and by the time you cover it with your hands it’s already too late, but the comment makes them smile.

“You pay attention to details, don’t you?” She asks, clicking her tongue and smirking. She then takes the hat off, letting the braids fall on her back before she sits on the round table, pulling a chair out to gesture you to take a seat. “And I don’t train as much as he does, prefer pilates actually.”

“Oh,” you reply, momentarily bringing your attention to Johnny who’s now sitting on the other chair, leaving you the seat in the middle. “Heard is good for the body, nice choice.”

“Are you going to sit, or do we have to drag you here?” Mr. Suh jokes, head pointing at the empty space between them.

You shake your head, looking down as you take a deep breath and force your legs to work. You can do that, you just have to sit in the middle of the hottest couple you’ve ever laid eyes on and that for some reason loves to tease you, you’ll be fine.

“See, it wasn’t that hard,” she says when your ass touches the chair, book and lemonade resting in front of you on the round table.

“So, enjoying your break?” Johnny asks and then throws his hair back to scroll some more water out, but that makes you lose your focus and gulp nervously.

“Yeah, needed a vacation. Would be better if it wasn’t with my father,” you add, looking down.

She chuckles. “You two really don’t get along. Poor thing, he doesn’t get you, does he?”

You hesitate to reply, 1) you don’t get if she’s mocking you and 2) you wouldn’t care because the way she called you poor thing makes you feel things.

“He thinks I’m a child. I mean, he treats you like babysitters, I’m an adult,” you reply when your brain starts working again, and sadness fills your expression.

“Sure you are,” Johnny adds, chuckling, and you frown. “Sorry, it’s just funny that when you get mad at him, you act a bit childlike. Teenagers-like, if it makes you feel better.”

You sigh, frowning as you stare at him. “You think I’m stupid?”

“What?” He asks, brows raising.

“You think I’m as stupid as he thinks I am? Because the way he talks about me would make anybody think I’m this clueless, hopeless, dumb woman who has no idea what she’s doing with her life.”

Aaliyah chuckles tenderly, “Honey, you’re smart. Johnny can’t quite shut up about you after you two talk. He loves your takes on authors and the way you write, says he would love to have you work with him somehow.”

You almost stop breathing. He talks about you to his wife? He remembers what you say during your conversation or when you talk about what you write? Damn, you doubt people even listen to you.

“Oh, thanks,” yet, this is the only thing you mumble, and it’s fine like this. Anything else coming from your mouth could dangerously be a squeal.

“Anyway,” she says, leaning closer, making you move back and hold your breath, only to damn yourself when her fingers brush on your skin to wipe away something that dropped on you with the wind, “your dad’s not here now, why don’t you join us by the pool and stop stressing about him?”

You smile but shake your head. “No, it’s fine, I’ll stay here.”

“Are you sure? The water is perfect,” Johnny adds, standing up and towering over you. “Couldn’t convince my sweet wife to jump in but maybe you’re braver than her,” he winks, and you don’t have the courage to turn around and see if she saw.

“Oh…” you whisper and then look at the pool. If only he knew the problem wasn’t the water, you wouldn’t think twice about jumping in.

“Oh, come on,” Mrs. Suh pleads, and before you can realize it, her hands are wrapped around your wrist. This is the first time she touches you, not a caress, not a tease, but a firm hold on you, and it shouldn’t send shivers down your spine, but it does. Her fingers are slim and soft, and you find yourself wishing you could feel them more, preferably somewhere else on your body.

“Wait,” you try to retort, but you have no choice. She’s dragging you to the edge of the pool and Johnny is walking right behind you, you’d be trapped either way.

“Here,” she says, coming to a stop when you reach the border of the pool. “Much better than sipping lemonade while reading a book all alone, right?”

“I don’t have a bikini,” you say, only now realizing you didn’t go downstairs for that.

“Are you wearing lace?” Johnny asks, walking so close that you can feel the heat of his body.

“Wh-why do you care?”

“Dummy,” he chuckles, “if you’re not, you can jump in anyway, it won’t ruin the lingerie.”

“Oh, of course, yeah, of course,” you mumble, looking away to don’t show how embarrassed you are. But their laughs —even if lighthearted— don’t help you at all, and you still feel trapped between them. “No, by the way, I have no reason to wear lace,” you add, trying to fill the silence.

“Really?” Aaliyah asks, tilting her head to the side. You turn around, facing the pool so you can look at them both —and fool yourself you have a way out now that your back is free.

“Well, yes… I’m… I’m not really people’s type,” you mutter, torturing the inside of your cheeks and your fingers.

Johnny snickers, “Weird, you look exactly like —” he doesn’t finish though, and you barely see the glance his wife gives him to stop him. “I’m sure you are someone’s type.”

You nod, but your brain is slowly melting, from the weather, from their closeness, and now because you can’t understand why she stopped him and what he truly wanted to say.

“Undress,” she says resolutely, and you’re brought back to earth, staring at her with wide eyes. “To swim… remember?” she finishes, head tilted to the side and a mocking smirk on her face. You know she’s having the time of her life watching you panic, you’re giving it all way, from the way your breath falters to the way your chest heavies.

“Sure, to swim,” you repeat but it’s more to ground yourself. You hope the water is freezing cold, so maybe your body can cool down, and so can your thoughts. You quickly lift your dress over your shoulders and by the time you can see again, you see them in the water, standing right in front of you, leaning against the other side of the pool.

“Are you coming?” Johnny asks, voice raspy but clear.

You hum, kneeling down, feeling the water with your hand. It’s not cold enough to calm you down and to make you take time, you have to jump in. So, you do. It’s not too deep and you can walk to them.

“It’s nice, isn’t it?” Aaliyah voices out, deeply breathing in the air and moving her fingers in abstract figures on the surface.

“Yeah. I…” you look down, watching your bra and how little it covers, the damp fabric highlighting your hard nipples even more.

“Shy?” It rolls from her tongue like venom, so sweet yet poisonous as her eyes lock in yours.

“No, no,” you laugh awkwardly. “Why would I?”

“We wouldn’t blame you, we can come off as quite intimidating at times,” Johnny says, the corner of his lips twitching in a smirk before it relaxes.

“You don’t intimidate me,” you lie, chuckling and crossing your arms on your chest.

She laughs. “My nipples are hard too, babe. It’s the cold,” she reassures you with a smile, but you don’t feel better. You’re not so sure it’s only the cold, you think they became this hard a few minutes ago when you were practically sandwiched between them.

“Why did you come here?” You ask out of nowhere, and their expressions change. “I’m sorry, it’s not like I don’t want you here,” you explain, “but you could do vacations on your own and don’t have to suffer through my father, so I don’t understand.”

“Thought we said not to talk about him?” She says, raising a brow.

“Well, I want to talk about you. You two have it all, you’re rich, powerful, smart, in love, and yet, you…” you float around me, always, constantly, “...you spend so little time together.”

Mr. Suh laughs, his head rolling back for a second. “We’re always together. I come home to her, not your father,” he jokes and she laughs, nodding in agreement.

“Also, this might not be the only vacation we will do this year. We always go to Santorini in September before Uni starts,” she adds.

You hum, biting the inside of your cheek.

“But let’s talk about you,” she says. “Why are you here? Your brothers didn’t come.”

“My brothers can do whatever they want, I can’t.”

“Why?” This time Johnny is the one asking.

“I’d let him down,” you add, lowering your gaze because you don’t like the look of pity behind their eyes. “But I don’t want to think about him. You’re good at diving,” you change the subject, addressing Johnny, hoping it will be enough to move the focus from you. 

“Thanks,” he replies, a proud smirk on his face.

“Don’t stroke his ego, he’s going to jump again and splash around,” she jokes, rolling her eyes.

“You’re already wet, so why would it be a problem?” He smirks, and then turns to you and winks, making you choke on your own saliva, but you try to cover it up with a fit of cough, something that makes the couple giggle under their breath more.

Aaliyah swims to you, pushing you back so Johnny can have space and maybe don’t drown you with his jump. Your skin is on fire as her hands place on your back as she guides you and you’re thankful your feet can touch because you can barely walk, so imagine swimming.

“He was in the swimming team in high school,” Aaliyah explains, covering her eyes from the sun with a hand and squeezing them so she can watch Johnny. You mimic her, humming at her words. “He was so good, I think I fell in love on the bleachers watching him swim.”

You chuckle tenderly and try to imagine a younger version of them, and you can almost see them. You wonder if their personalities were the same more than ten years ago, you wonder how they looked, you wonder if they would’ve ever imagined to still be here after so many years. But in any version you come up with, you still don’t fit. Actually, it makes you look like a stain even more.

“Your love is… strong,” you whisper when Johnny finally dives in and she cheers before bringing her attention to you.

“It is,” she agrees, a sweet smile showing her straight, white teeth, “even though weird things happen sometimes.”

You giggle, frowning. “Weird things?” Your voice is shaking, and you don’t want to connect the two dots that are so vivid in your head.

“What are you talking about? Praising me?” Mr. Suh asks, grinning, running a hand in his wet hair before hugging his wife from the back and kissing her cheek.

“Not about you, nothing impressive about that jump,” she jokes. “About us.”

“Us?”

She hums. “I was telling her how I fell in love with you, and she said our love is strong.”

You want to ask about the weird things, you want to ask so much more, but you don’t. And you simply stand there, watching Mr. Suh’s hands wrap around her body, feeling jealousy in the pit of your stomach.

The whole thing gets more intense as time passes by. You’re curious about them, as individuals and as a couple, and you can’t deny the tension anymore. Not tonight.

The three of you haven’t really spoken, mostly because you slipped away as soon as you crossed ways, and after a few tries, they stopped trying to approach you. But the buzzing chemistry is strong across the room.

You try not to look at them, you even try to engage in conversation with your father —when he’s not attached to Mr. Suh’s ass— and some of his other friends, but it’s useless. Your head always turns in their direction, it’s almost like a voice is luring you in.

You guess you look dumb from the outside, and you’re sure that if you looked at yourself in the mirror you would tell yourself to work on the way you stare at —almost strangers— with eyes filled with lust. You don’t want to, you don’t want to look at them, even less with that wide-eyed gaze and agape mouth, but you can’t help it.

“Honey,” your mother’s voice scoffs, “what are you doing?”

You perceive her scolding —disgusted— gaze on you and you cough, looking at her to be met with her judging eyes. Typical of your mother, usually you only get her looks with no need for words to be added.

“Sorry, I was zoned out,” you justify, chuckling awkwardly, but it only makes her frown more and sigh. “I’m a bit tired,” you lie, trying to fool her.

“Just don’t look weird,” she dismisses you with a wave of hand. “Not more than the usual,” she adds, leaving you alone.

You roll your eyes, scoffing loudly once you’re sure she’s out of sight and then start walking to the table with the drinks. You’re not sure adding alcohol to the picture will make it better but who knows, maybe ending up passed out next to a toilet is better than lusting over a married couple that is probably just messing with you.

It doesn’t work.

You blame it on the hard drinks your friends make you drink when you go out, your alcohol tolerance must be out of the roof by now, but it doesn’t matter because your biggest problem still stands.

Your problem is standing on the other side of the room now that you’re sitting on some couches with the fourth drink in hand. You shouldn’t feel like this, stomach upside down and a frown hardening your beautiful features while you look at them. But you can’t help it. Mr. Suh’s hand sitting at the side of Aaliyah’s waist, his thumb rubbing soft circles over the maroon dress she’s wearing. You can’t hear her laugh as her head rolls back before falling on his shoulder at something the person they are talking to is saying, but your brain replays the sound anyway, and you smile.

The beam on your face drops quickly when her eyes lock into yours, Johnny is not looking, busy paying attention to the person in front of them, but her gaze is on you. It’s piercing even with the distance between you and it takes your breath away. You should make this look normal, raise a hand and wave with a small smile before turning away, but you don’t. You’re stuck, like you always are around them, and the only thing that moves is your heart, pounding fast and violently in your chest as you watch her every move, one hand bringing a glass to her lips and the other meeting Johnny’s on her waist. You’d love to roll your eyes and huff ‘he’s yours, we get it,’ but you only feel a stinging pain in your heart, and a less painful one, well… somewhere else.

The spell breaks when she turns around, eyes on her husband and laughing again as if nothing happened, almost as if you’re not even in the room anymore.

Your shoulders drop, your breath gets normal again, and your head lowers. It’s not normal to feel like this, especially when it all feels like a mockery at times. You know there’s no space for you. You can’t be her and run your fingers in his hair without getting scowled at for ruining it. You can’t be her and kiss him on the lips and chuckle when he rubs your nose against yours. You can’t be her and see him in the comfort of when he wakes up or goes to bed.

But you play and play, and fool yourself you can, getting lost in those fantasies. You need a breath of fresh air.

Just like the alcohol, the minutes spent outside to cool your body and mind don’t work. When you go back to sit at your spot, you realize they’re sitting opposite to you. You’d leave again but you have no excuse, and it would become even more awkward now that your father sits next to you. But it’s fine, they’re talking again with someone else and you can focus on what your father is saying. Or maybe not, his conversation with another one of his intellectual friends is boring, nothing interesting comes from his mouth, just old, recurrent, wrong takes. You’d get in the conversation, just to feel something else that night and end up in a discussion with your dad because you need to prove him wrong, but your brain is somewhere else.

Once again, in front of you. Mrs. Suh is sitting on Johnny’s lap, somehow her back manages to stay straight even if she’s not resting against anything, her long legs are elegantly crossed by the ankle and one of her arms is wrapped around his shoulder. You recognize the person in front of them, Mr. Kim Doyoung, a math professor, and you question how they know each other but it gets swiped from your mind quickly.

You hate how close they are. Their touches so subtle and yet so loud making it feel like they’re rubbing it in your face. You hate how people look at them, with so much awe and affection, you feel like only you can look at them like that. And you feel stupid, it is stupid.

But then it happens again, this time it’s Mr. Suh the one looking at you. All the anger and jealousy fly away. Thousands of eyes on them, and he’s still looking at you. His wife is in his arms, and he’s still looking at you. Your father is at your side, and he’s still looking at you.

You gulp, shifting on the spot to try to get comfortable and stop the painful throbbing between your legs, but it’s impossible.

Mr. Suh’s lips flicker in a small smirk, and then his brow rises, there’s also a small raise of the cup he’s holding, and you immediately turn around, just to make sure your father is not looking. You can’t believe he’s so bold, flirting —or whatever he is doing— not only in a full room but with your dad by your side.

You should hate it, you should leave, maybe even confront him, but you don’t. You’re actually quite ashamed the whole thing turns you on. It’s hot, and taboo, and taboo but hot. And come on, you’ve been subtly flirting with a married couple, this shouldn’t be the worst thing, but it feels like it. Because your father worships them, everybody in that room praises them, wants to be like them, and thinks they only have eyes for each other, but they don’t, even if it’s only a naughty game, their eyes are on you.

It’s you.

Their eyes skim around the room playing hide and seek with yours. Their hands tickle your skin in secret. Their bodies speak to you.

The whole room fades in the background, all the tension, all the problems, gone.

It’s only you and them.

Eventually, you start spending more and more time at their place. You tell yourself it’s because they’re easygoing and you can easily escape from your house —to be more precise, from your father. But the truth is, you’re starting to enjoy them more and more.

You still feel out of place sometimes, but it quickly fades away when they notice their conversation push you out by quickly pulling you back in, making light jokes you can understand, or asking about your day. You realize Mrs. Taylor tends to pick up on you quicker than Mr. Suh, while he prefers to ease you with tender touches, and you wonder if he knows the effect they have on you.

You still don’t open up to them much, fearing that if they discovered more, they’d quickly stop giving you attention.

Attention.

That’s another thing you enjoy about being with them. You feel seen. Even if their chemistry is over the roof, they never leave you out, you’re not a tapestry with them. They listen to you, even if you don’t say much, even if you stumble on your words and only give them a small peek. They look at you with sweet smiles on their faces and hum interested, holding conversation with ease.

And shamefully, the thing you love the most, they pamper you. It’s not like you’re poor —even if you have decided to don’t ask for money from your father, some privileges from your wealthy family come anyway— but they still spoil you. Expensive dinners in places you honestly never even wanted to set foot inside. Expensive clothes you doubt you even have the occasion to wear. They even gifted you a Cartier necklace that you keep stored away as your most treasured possession.

But their attentions aren’t only economical, they spoil you with homemade dinners at their place, movie night on their couch, and something more…

You lost count by now of how many times they get you alone and flirt with you, teasing you, watching you get flustered, chuckling at the way your breath falters when their fingers brush your skin or hair. It’s like a dirty game, you are their dirty game. But you don’t hate it. You know they both know what they’re doing, but you love this secrecy, the way you’re their trophy in plain sight and yet a dirty secret they have to hide from each other. It makes you feel wanted, desperately wanted.

And soon enough, you find yourself playing that game, too.

You wear your best outfits when you pass by the University, skin-tight skirts or pants, and just as skimpy blouses or tops with the excuse to borrow books from the library and say hi. Your lips are tinted red for Mr. Suh when he asks you if you want to pass in his office to help him with some lectures, and brown for Mrs. Suh when you casually pass by her firm for lunch or after work. Your hair is always in different hairstyles until you start to stick with the ones you see they like the most. And slowly, you gain some confidence to flirt back.

Your remarks are subtle, and your gaze shies away when they hold eye contact and only giggle or smirk teasingly. But it’s something.

Or so you think.

One second, you’re confident, and the other you feel like you’re making the biggest mistake of your life. You start wondering if you’re pathetic in their eyes and are nothing more but a plaything for them to toy with and discharge when they’ll get tired of you. But nobody ever complimented you this much, calling you beautiful, caressing your face, loving the outfits you put together, and, most importantly, didn’t make you feel dumb. So it feels impossible to pull away from them. Even when your father starts getting mad at you about it.

He’s not dumb, and he has seen the way you and Mr. Suh sit in a corner and talk, he has seen that he greets you before anybody else —even before him— and he doesn’t like it.

“Johnny and Aaliyah have a beautiful relationship,” he starts, scolding you, “don’t try to screw it up, you’re not half of her worth.”

And that’s the first time you cry at night about it. You don’t want to listen to him, but you can’t help but question why they would choose you. Even if it’s just a game, even if it means nothing, you can’t find a reason why. You don’t know who started this first, but it’s not like it would be any different, they’re both hot, smart, talented and successful, and your father is right, you’re not half of her, or his, worth.

Yet, you can’t let it go.

If you know their townhouse by heart, you can’t say the same for their holiday house. It’s your first time being there after they invited you to their getaway weekend. You didn’t hesitate to say yes, pack your best things and leave.

You didn’t want to wander around but they left you all alone and didn’t show much of the house, so you took this opportunity to see a bit more.

The place is big; in the spacious hall, you’re met with the stairs once you enter, the big living room and on the right there’s the kitchen with a grand island in the middle and the table in front of the wide window. Farther down the corridor there’s a small bathroom and a room you couldn’t open.  You’d like to go outside in the garden and chill next to the pool or under the porch, but it’s like upstairs is calling you.

On the first floor, there are the bedrooms and a studio. Your room —well, the guest room— is at the end of the corridor with a big bathroom next to it, while their room is at the end of the stairs, or so you guess.

You don’t want to pry, but curiosity’s got the best of you, especially after trying to open that room downstairs that won’t open. But you know you don’t want to find the keys to that room when you enter their bedroom —yes, you do, but that’s not the main thing.

Your lips part when you enter. It’s bigger than yours, with white walls and wide windows that let the light shine in making it seem even bigger. The big bed is against the wall that faces the door, and right next to the windows, there’s a small sitting room with a two-seat couch and two armchairs.

You should stop and don’t step further but you don’t listen to your brain.

On the wall in front of the bed, there’s a fireplace and on top of it there’s a television that takes half of the wall. At the sides, there are recessed shelves in the wall with books and elegant boxes, a lamp in front of it, and a lounge chair.

There are other lamps, all seem to be design pieces. Two long bedside tables that seem to be vanity desks of marble black. Some beautiful paintings are on the walls and you frown when you can’t recognize the artist, but they picture women and nature and you find them mesmerizing.

Then your eyes are caught by a rectangular red box placed against the wall at the side of the bed, it’s bigger than the bench at the end of the bed, and something about it screams at you to open it.

You shouldn’t, you feel like you’re invading their privacy —and well, you are— but you don’t stop.

You kneel in front of it, and a part of you hopes it’s locked somehow so that you can walk out of there and pretend nothing happened. But there’s no lock or key, you just have to lift the lid to see what’s inside.

Your lips part and a gasp comes out of your mouth when your eyes see what’s inside. You freeze. Close it and leave. Your brain screams, but you’re stuck, eyes blinking as you try to make sure you’re not making it all up.

“Oh my God,” you gasp, hand falling from the lid to shakily touch what’s inside. There are other boxes but, for now, you don’t care to open them and only grab what you can see. Handcuffs, blindfolds, what seem to be whips but they all have different shapes and you don’t get the differences, ropes and other items you can’t name. The closed boxes have labels on them, lingerie, anal, vibrators, and dildos.

Your hands grab one, opening it, inspecting what’s inside with surprise and curiosity, and then another, and another. To be honest, you don’t know why you are so shocked, you own some toys —a vibrator and a small dildo— but you’ve seen much more than that, and it shouldn’t be surprising that a couple like the Suhs have freaky, kinky sex. Yet, it’s overwhelming you.

You are so caught up looking into the box that you don’t hear the door open and Aaliyah stand behind you with just a rope wrapped around her body.

“Looking for something?”

One of the boxes falls from your hand when Mr. Suh’s voice resonates in the room and you jump around in fear.

You mumble no sense, starting to panic while your eyes dart around the room for an escape. There would be many, the room is all windows and you could easily jump off the balcony to put an end to how embarrassed you feel right now, but you can’t.

Their gazes are piercing you and pinning you down against the floor and a feeble “I’m sorry,” is all you can say before your throat goes completely dry.

They snicker, starting to walk over you and you take a step back, but almost fall into the box. You don’t, not because your brain started to work again, but because Mrs. Suh has her arms wrapped around you to keep you from being bent in half into that.

“Careful, you don’t want to hurt yourself,” she says, a veil of genuine concern and something else, a lot of something else, that you can’t decipher.

“I told you she was curious,” Johnny says, talking to her once she lets you go after she makes sure you can stand on your feet.

“I — I don’t know why I did that, I’m sorry,” you mumble, looking down and torturing your hands, but the toys abandoned on the floor only make you look outside. “I thought you were out.”

“I was,” Johnny says, “went buy something sweet for you. But it looks like you’ll get something sweeter tonight.”

Your brain panics, trying to assimilate everything they said to you. “You — you were home the entire time?”

She smirks. “Didn’t hear the water running?”

You sigh defeated, pressing your lips together and shaking your head.

Johnny chuckles before kneeling and talking to you again, “You’re lucky we didn’t want to use these on you tonight, I’m not really in the mood to clean them all up,” he says as he puts the dildos back in the box and set it aside, outside of the container so he remembers to clean them.

“On — on me?” You mumble still struggling to breathe.

Aaliyah hums. “All this teasing has to go somewhere, right?”

“I — I…” You — You… you wished this so much that now that is happening you don’t know how to feel anymore.

“You don’t want us?” Johnny asks with genuine care and your eyes widen, terrified they will get the wrong idea.

“No, I do, I do, but I don’t want to — I… I promise I’m not weird, I don’t even know why I came here, or why I opened that, it’s just so eye-catching, it’s red and nothing in this room is red, and…”

Your rant gets interrupted by two lips on yours. You don’t know who it is at first, eyes closed and brain and heart going off like sirens, running around with their non-existent hands in the air. But then an arm wraps around you and pulls you close, and you realize it’s her. It’s her soft yet firm touch, it’s her body against yours.

And then you’re trapped again, Johnny is behind you, and you feel small and powerless.

“We’re not mad at you, honey,” he says, fingers running against your neck as he moves your hair back, “we’re kinda glad you snooped around, we weren’t really sure how to initiate this.”

“Oh,” you gasp. “But I’m not weird, I’m not a stalker, I promise.”

“We know,” she stops you again, chuckling, “maybe you wanted to get caught. Johnny called your name when he was downstairs, you didn’t hear him?”

Your lips spread partially as you try to remember but you’re sure you didn’t hear his voice or the shower. “No, I… I think I was too caught in… into… well…”

They snicker.

“Naughty girl,” she mocks, gently cupping your chin. “Found something interesting?”

“Uhm, no…”

“No?” Johnny asks and you feel something against your bare thighs —wearing shorts was a bad idea. It has fringes and it tickles. “Not even this?”

You look down and see the black flogger in his hands and you gulp. “I never tried any of these before… I’m not even sure how some of these things can bring pleasure.”

Aaliyah chuckles, shaking her head. “Oh, babydoll, you’d be surprised.”

“You want to tie me?” You ask innocently and they laugh.

“Nah, seems a bit cruel for our first time, don’t you think?” Johnny says, hands wrapping around your stomach.

First time? There will be another one? You think but you don’t ask. You probably already look depraved enough to their eyes, you don’t want to make it worse.

“So, want to have fun with us?”

“Yeah…”

“Hesitating?” She questions, caressing your cheek to soothe you but her touch only makes your body buzz in excitation.

“No, I still don’t get why you would want me,” you whisper, diverting your gaze.

“Have you taken a look in the mirror?” He says, big hands caressing your waist and lips brushing against your neck.

You shake your head. “I still think I don’t fit between you…”

She grabs your chin, lifting your head. “Then why don’t you stop thinking tonight, mhh? We’ll give you a reason to believe why you do fit, instead?” Her hands grab yours and she places them on the tie of her robe, if your fingers move and you let it fall to the ground the whole night will bloom. The consequences could be tragic, tomorrow could be the worst day of your life, but tonight might be the best one.

You don’t hesitate anymore; you’re curious, you’re needy, and you badly want to be pressed between them and feel their skin against yours, so your fingers dance on the tie and pull the robe open.

Your lips part to let out a gasp when her naked body unreveals to your eyes, and you get lost in it. Your eyes move up and down, taking in her perky, round boobs, her darker nipples hardening at the cool air of the room, and then they go down, to her toned stomach you have already seen before until they reach her soft hips, you bite your lips when your eyes fall between her legs, perfectly trimmed black hair covering her most intimate part, and lastly on her soft thighs and long legs.

“You’re beautiful,” you breathe out, feeling you could collapse just from the view, and you start wondering if you can take Johnny too.

Her lips lift in a smile and her hands wander on your body where her husband’s hands are leaving your body untouched. You press your lips together to don’t moan already, it would be so humiliating to do so, but it’s almost as if they know.

“Don’t hold back,” Johnny whispers against your ear, shivers running down your spine. “We take pride in what we do, and want to hear you.”

You hum, nodding fast before you feel dizzy when he pushes your shorts down, his body lowering to accompany them on the floor, his hot breath hitting your exposed skin before his lips leave kisses on your thighs and ass.

Aaliyah is busy taking care of your top, lifting your arms to reveal your bare chest. Your first instinct is to cover yourself, but she stops you with a stern look and a “Don’t.” Her voice is sultry, sweet like honey and intoxicating, and you can only obey. “It’s not fair when I’m so bare at your eyes, don’t you think so?”

“Yes,” you manage to breathe out, and then turn your head to stare at Johnny, the only one who’s completely covered. You don’t say anything, but your eyes speak louder than any word. You’re basically imploring him to show himself to you, your eagerness is burning out of you, yet he mocks you with a smirk and then a scoff.

“Later, honey,” he chuckles, shaking his head. “Don’t be greedy. Too much on your plate, then you can’t chew.”

His wife snickers, pushing him back from you. “Follow me,” she says, giving you a reassuring smile before turning around and walking toward the bed.

You hesitate, looking back at Johnny, asking his permission, and when he nods, you still feel stuck there. You need a light push from him to start moving your feet and follow her on the Wyoming king bed.

“I didn’t think you would be so shy, doll,” she points out, watching you hesitantly climb on the bed and crawl to her.

“She’s not,” Johnny replies for you, “she’s just playing with us.”

You stop in your tracks, looking back at him, mumbling to come up with a reply. But you stop thinking when her chest presses against your back and she turns your head to kiss you. Her hand reaches out to call Johnny to join you, but you don’t think about him until you feel the bed bend with his weight and then his hands on your thighs.

“Or maybe she just needs to ease into us,” she suggests. You catch she’s telling him something, it’s a quick conversation with eyes and mouthed words; you don’t get it, but you don’t care to get it.

You trust them. And you like the thrill of being at their mercy with no idea of what they truly want to do with you.

So, you let them. You let them move you, shifting around you as their hands gently push you flat against the bed and their lips start tracing your shivering skin. You hate that Johnny is still dressed but that thought quickly leaves your mind —or better, doesn’t annoy you that much anymore— when his fingers hook on the band of your panties and pull them off.

You squirm, hiding your face against Aaliyah’s arms but they’re quick at reassuring you.

“Stop hiding away,” Johnny says, “you’re beautiful, honey.”

But your confidence it’s not the problem. You’ve never been the centre of attention, you never had two pairs of eyes, lips, and hands on you. You don’t know how to cope with all of this.

You gasp when her lips wrap around your hard nipple and she starts sucking. And you can’t control your hips when his hands brush against the apex of your thighs before lingering over your sensitive pussy.

“Can I taste you?” Johnny asks, softly caressing your skin.

“Yes, you can.” You’re already short on air as you watch him lower his head, his eyes intensely staring straight into yours, making you feel so small and yet so safe.

Your legs go weak as soon as his plump lips touch your sensitive clit, he’s only leaving delicate kisses on you and small kitten licks but that’s not the only stimulation you’re receiving, Aaliyah’s mouth and fingers lick and pinch on your sensitive nipples are not helping you calm down.

“Oh my god,” you curse, rolling your head back when he starts eating you out for real. Tongue working with precision from your leaking slit to your throbbing clit, not leaving a patch untouched. His hold on you is firm, big hands keeping you spread, massaging your skin to help you relax even more, but with no room for movement. 

“Look at you,” she teases, pulling away from your boob to pay attention to your face, “so wrecked and we barely even started. You love the way my husband is eating you out?”

Your eyes open to meet hers, and you regret it right away, the intensity of her gaze making you feel something you’ve never felt before. Sure, she carried around an intimidating vibe, but that kind of aura disappeared as the months passed and you grew closer, but this, this is different. She is dominant and firm, yet somehow you can always find that veil of care that characterized her.

You try to answer, afraid not receiving a verbal response will disappoint her, but your throat lets out an embarrassing whimper followed by a broken moan.

She snickers, shaking her head, and caressing your cheeks so gently it feels like she’s mocking you. “I know, doll, I know, he’s good with his mouth.”

You cry out in embarrassment but your head rolls back when Johnny sucks harshly on your clit and his hands move down to keep your pussy spread.

“Taste so good,” he mumbles pressed against your skin, the vibrations driving you insane. “So wet for us, you wanted this so bad, didn’t you? Our desperate toy, we made you wait for so long.”

You’d love to scream that yes, this took too long, but nothing comes out of your mouth. You somehow find the strength to look up, much with the help of Aaliyah who places an arm under your head for support, and you feel your stomach tighten up at the view.

Johnny looks like a starving man, messily lapping at your aching pussy, devouring you with his face buried between your legs, nose pressed against your mound. He’s so caught up he probably doesn’t even realize he tugs you closer when his arms wrap around your thighs.

Your eyes shut down and for a moment the image of the usual him crosses your mind. There’s nothing of the composed, elegant, and polite man you know, that man that your father loves so much, the same man that if he saw him right now, would have a heart attack. But you quickly push him out of your mind. You have no other choice when Aaliyah’s fingers add to the mess between your legs, and you bite your lips so hard you almost bleed.

“Too much,” you cry out, looking for mercy in her eyes when she draws them from her husband and your cunt to your face.

“Too much?” She coos with a condescending tone. “You’re bucking your hips against his face and want me to believe it’s too much?”

You groan loudly, giving up as your head falls against the mattress again. Her arm is not there anymore as she’s using it to support her body to tease you, and your neck has no more strength to watch him have the time of his life between your thighs.

But you’re not the only one groaning; Johnny’s moaning too, getting drunk in your juices and falling into madness as he tries to ease the painful boner in his tight jeans, grinding against the mattress for comfort.

“You’re so hot you’re making him hump the mattress, babydoll,” she points out. “That’s the effect you have on him. Still doubt you’re not enough?”

You don’t, not right now, you don’t want to think about it. Still, you shake your head, earning a soft, pleased smile and a “Good girl.”

It makes your stomach tighten, your toes curl, and your hands clench around the sheets. “Johnny,” you whisper, keeping your mouth parted as you try to let more air in, it’s a beg for release but you can’t find the words to let it all out.

The way you moan his name, so shyly, so weakly, a bit for the pleasure, a bit because you feel like it doesn’t belong to you —God if he finds it endearing the way you still call them Mr. and Mrs. Suh sometimes— makes his heart pound and his dick ache. You’re so fragile in their hands, right now, in his. He had wished to have you like this for so long; since his wife first brought you up and he started to look at you in a different light. Every time you spoke your mind during dinners, coming up with something that was too smart for your father to comprehend until he proposed the same point of view, only changing a few things. You deserved to be lifted on the table and eaten out like this. And the more you two talked, or your hands brushed timidly, the more he felt addicted. He couldn’t stop thinking of you.

And that was crazy, because the only woman he ever had was his wife, and never he would’ve imagined he could feel so attracted to someone that wasn’t her. And yet, the three of you are here, in the same bed, in the same mess.

When you call out his name again, he snaps out of his thoughts and looks up at you, the eye contact makes your head spin and you hold onto Aaliyah’s wrists. You feel like the orgasm will make you fly away, but before that, Johnny will kill you with just one look.

“Please,” you cry out, begging to be spared, or maybe not, maybe begging to be ended, begging for the release, begging to reach the best orgasm of your life.

“Let go, honey, come in my mouth,” his deep, sultry voice is the final strike that sends you over the edge. Body convulsing in his hold as he keeps you down and keeps sucking and licking you, eagerly swallowing your sweet cum, and moaning vulgarly against your burning hot skin.

You feel dizzy and high, and your body slumps against the soft mattress when your first orgasm ends.

“Want to see you,” you cry out, trying to lift your body and reach for him, but your limbs quickly give up.

Aaliyah chuckles, and you turn to face her. “We need to work on your stamina.”

You pout as you justify yourself, “It was too good, and I haven’t come like this in — well, never.”

Johnny chuckles, smirking proudly before he stands up at the edge of the bed. “Want to see me, honey?”

You nod with enthusiasm, biting your lips as your heart thuds in excitement. Your eyes lock with his fingers that are moving way too slow on their way to unbutton the shirt. But after what feels like an eternity, the blouse meets the floor, leaving uncovered his toned chest, arms and beautiful tattoos adorning the skin of his shoulder. But it’s not like you haven’t seen that before.

“What?” You scream annoyed when she covers your view, standing on her knees between you and her husband, giggling at your disappointment.

“He needs a hand, baby,” she chuckles and you huff again. Of course, they would fuck with you some more.

Every sound drives you more insane; you bite the inside of your cheek when you hear the belt open, and your heels tap against the mattress when the zip comes down, lastly, you groan in disbelief when you hear his pants and belt hit the floor.

“Please,” you whine, closed fists slapping against the bed.

“Fine, greedy little thing,” Johnny chuckles, and so does she as they finally give you what you want.

Your eyes and lips widen, and you gulp. “Oh… wow…”

They laugh, it’s a soft sound that creates a beautiful harmony, and even if they’re making fun of you, it warms your heart. The next thing they do is crawl to you to kiss you.

It starts with a soft peck on your lips, their mouths on yours meeting almost shyly, and then it gets heated, teeth and tongue clashing together as all of you try to have a taste of each other.

“Don’t worry, you can take it,” she reassures, kissing your lips, hands travelling down your stomach until it reaches your throbbing clit and starts moving in circles, making you gasp against their lips.

“I don’t think I can,” you mumble, glossy eyes looking into his first and then moving to hers. “Maybe you should.”

“Oh, I do, trust me,” she replies, smirking before kissing your neck.

“Tonight is about you,” Johnny reminds you, doing the same as she’s doing but on the other side. “It will fit.”

“Mhh,” you mumble, feeling weak and overwhelmed. 

“Let me make sure it will fit,” she sings happily, now taking the spot between your legs.

You moan against Johnny’s mouth when her finger pushes inside you, humming in delight as she feels how wet you are. You can’t see her, eyes closed as you get lost in the kiss, but just her presence is enough to make you tremble.

“Look at you, it’s so easy to turn you into a puddle,” she teases, watching as you can barely kiss Johnny back. Something about the kiss you and her husband are sharing makes her head spin. There’s something about you, something new, something they’ve never had before. You’re so delicate, like a flower, and your petals fall perfectly between them. Just like right now, she’s sure there’s nothing in your brain, and yet your lips follow Johnny’s, messily meeting him in that slow, yet passionate kiss.

Your body reacts so nicely to their hands running on your skin, cupping and groping at your soft boobs to stimulate you everywhere as she works the second finger inside of you. They are experts at what they’re doing, sending shivers all over your body and pushing you further down into that haze.

“You’re taking my fingers so well, you’re so eager to feel Johnny inside, aren’t you?”

You mumble a reply as you finally pull away from Johnny, a thread of spit still connecting your lips, but you don’t notice until he breaks it off. “Want to feel him.”

They snicker, and then their lips are on you; Johnny’s busy leaving pecks on your neck before he pays attention to your nipples, and Aaliyah is focused on kissing your inner thigh and tummy as her fingers still curl inside of you.

“I don’t think you’re ready, yet, pretty girl,” she hums, curling the tips up and hitting your sensitive spot. That action makes your hips buck from the mattress and causes a louder moan to slip through your tortured plump lips. “So wet, dripping all over my fingers. I bet you taste so good, maybe I’ll get a taste one day, uhm?”

You squeeze your eyes, uselessly trying to calm your breath, it’s pathetic how fast your chest is moving in erratic movements, and how your hips squirm to search for more, even if one of their hands is on your stomach to keep you in place. You don’t reply but you internally scream that yes, you want her. You want to feel her soft, full lips on you, you wonder if she’s eager like Johnny or more meticolous, if she moans loudly or keeps quiet. You don’t know, but the mere idea makes a growl roll from your lips.

“She’s good with her fingers, isn’t she?” Johnny’s deep voice hits your ear, and you feel your body melt. Your head moves quickly to agree as you turn to the side to face him. He’s staring at you with a sly smirk on his face and before you can stop him, you feel his long fingers on your clit. You bite back a moan and try to plead with your eyes but it’s useless. Neither of them wants to stop.

“What, princess? We have to make sure you’re ready to take my dick,” he whispers, shushing your senseless sounds with a kiss.

You bite his lips by mistake when she pushes a third finger inside, eyes wide both in surprise and in a silent apology to Johnny.

“Too much,” you cry out.

But she tsks, shaking her head. “You have to be all stretched out for him, doll. You don’t want to break, do you?”

You shake your head before it rolls back, and your face contorts more. You don’t want to break but you feel like you might explode from this alone. She’s incredibly skilled in what she’s doing, it’s like her fingers are pumping and curling following the rhythm of a melody only she can hear, they hit you deep and fast, not giving you time to recover from each profound push.

“Just a few pumps and then he’ll fuck you exactly like you want,” she encourages you, her dark brown eyes looking softly at you, curling up in a sweet smile.

It takes you less than a few pumps to come undone, you don’t even see the orgasm coming when it washes over you, knocking air out of your lungs. It’s her two fingers pumping into you, curling and scissoring, after she pulled the third out to move faster, it’s Johnny’s thumb on your clit, flicking it swiftly, and his lips on your nipple, sucking harshly. But mostly, it’s them, the warmth of their bodies wrapping around you, intoxicating you like a drug that takes its sweet time to kick in.

Your body shakes, trapped between the mattress and their big bodies, and you feel like the room is spinning around you.

“You come so easily,” she mocks, pulling her fingers out once she’s sure you’re done, and slapping your clit, making you hiss.

Easily. If that was nothing to her…

“Naughty girl,” Johnny scoffs, pulling away from you and you whine when their hot bodies are not on you anymore.

You sigh, thinking since when you’re so pathetic and needy? You truly can’t last more than ten seconds without having them all over you?

“If you were ours that wouldn’t have gone unpunished,” he says, settling between your legs and spreading them apart. You barely noticed them moving around, already too far gone to be aware of what is going on around you. His intense gaze makes you shiver and more cum oozes out of your already messy, wet cunt. Johnny takes a deep breath, getting lost in the sight of you, your face is wrecked, your lips parted, your eyes watery, your boobs are heaving, and your hips are moving around, pleading him to fuck you. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful, honey.”

The compliment makes your heart swell and you weakly smile back at him.

“Come on, fuck her already,” Aaliyah encourages him, pushing his hips closer as she stands at his side, “she deserves it.”

You gasp under your breath when his hands wrap around the back of your knees and, with a strong tug, he pulls your body against his, the tip of his dick slapping against your core. He moves one hand down to grab the base and pushes his cock against your slit, it feels like forever as he rubs his leaking tip against your clit and every now and then pushes against your opening that’s fluttering, begging him to fill you up already.

“Johnny,” Aaliyah scolds sternly, looking at him up and down, and her dominance at the moment makes you shiver and moan, shamelessly. You try to close your legs to hide the effect it had on you but they both push them open, and somehow, the way they’re not paying attention to you, eyes locked into each others, and still have you under control, makes you whine even louder. “Stop teasing her,” she orders, cupping his chin and pulling him closer. “Don’t you see how badly she wants you? Dripping on the sheets like a kitten in heat?”

You frown at her comment even if well, she’s right. You’re sure you’ve never been this wet your entire life.

“As you wish, milady,” he jokes and in a second, he’s inside of you.

“Fuck,” you scream at the stretch, even if he didn’t bottom in, you still feel like you can barely breathe. “Oh, shit.”

“Damn, honey, I’m not even halfway in,” he comments, stopping and looking at you with a worried face. 

“No, I’m fine, I was — too caught up,” too caught up in you two and I barely remember my name.

Aaliyah snickers, shaking her head. “You’re so cute, doll,” she hums, caressing your thigh, “just relax and take him all, uhm? He’s going to fuck you so well,” she says before addressing her husband, “right, Johnny?”

Johnny nods, smirking playfully before sinking further until his entire length is in.

Your head rolls back while pleasure dissipates inside your body, he fills you perfectly, stretching you so nicely. You feared it was going to be more painful, but it feels so good, and the pairs of hands soothing your skin are helping you calm down.

Johnny pulls you closer, beginning to slowly move his hips, hissing under his breath while your walls flutter around him so nicely, your wet, warm hole welcoming him with ease now that you’re not tense anymore.

And then it happens, for the first time that night, they kiss. You bite your lips with force as your eyes bore holes in them. Their lips move on their own, doing what they have been doing for a life now, and their hands pull each other close. You’ve seen them in similar circumstances before, but this, this, is different. Johnny is kissing his wife while he’s buried deep inside of you, one hand on the small of her back, the other keeping you spread, her hand tangled in his long, brown locks and the other intertwined with yours at your side.

Everything is oddly romantic and erotic at the same time. Everything makes perfect sense and no sense at all. But it’s fine. Tonight, you don’t want to think, you don’t want to worry, you want to roll around in this mess of limbs and skin and feel. Feel alive and loved. Even if it might be an illusion.

“Fuck, baby,” they moan when they pull apart, giggling at the way they’re in sinch even if for different things. Their eyes are on you again and while Johnny praises how good you feel, she praises how well you’re taking him.

And your heart jumps around while a dumb, drunk-in-love smile plasters on your face. But it swiftly drops when she moves up again to whisper something in Johnny’s ear. You try to study his expression, something flickers in his eyes, and they darken even more, you even feel his dick twitch inside of you, but you can’t make out anything of what she says.

Then Johnny’s hips come to an alt, and your throat dries.

“We were thinking you got to come two times already,” he starts, licking his lips, “and while I’m having fun with you, you will agree we kinda neglected Aaliyah, right?”

You nod quickly, eyes moving between the couple in swift motions.

“So, what do you think about turning around and eating her out while I keep fucking you?”

It’s like your brain sparks up and shuts down at the same time at his words. You nod eagerly, mumbling ‘yes’ while a small, fucked out smile creeps on your face.

“You want me, baby?” She asks, voice slurring out of her lips like velvet.

“Yes, please, want you so bad,” you reply, body buzzing in excitement as you take her body in.

You don’t have time to complain when Johnny pulls out of you, he swiftly turns you around, strong arms moving you as if you’re nothing for him, and given all the weights he lifts at the gym, it is nothing. Your body moves on its own, ass perking up while your face lowers down, close to the soft, perfumed sheets but not enough that you can’t use your lips.

And there she is, resting against the headboard with her legs spread right in front of your face. Her pussy’s dripping, clit throbbing in anticipation, and you envy how good she has been to hold it back for so long.

And even if your eyes are curious and sparkle with lust, she can sense your hesitation. “Come on, don’t be shy,” she encourages you, one hand gently cupping the back of your head, massaging your scalp, “don’t tell me it’s your first time.”

Well… not exactly, but you weren’t a pro at this either.

“Oh, you’re always on the receiving end?” She snickers, looking down at you. Eyes piercing you, pinning you down in your place. She has this thing, it’s like magic, one look and you’re right where she wants you, how she wants you.

“Mostly…” you admit shyly, looking down again.

“Well, time to change that,” she says before pushing you against her pussy.

Your lips move shily at first, it’s almost as if you’re testing the ground. Kitten licks are all you give her, licking up her sweet cum while your nose rubs against her clit. You breathe deep, getting lost in her aroma.

“Fuck, baby, just like that,” she praises, hand still caressing you but not pressing you down. If it was somebody else —even Johnny— she wouldn’t have hesitated to do so, but with you, she wants to take it slow and guide you through it.

You moan against her when Johnny pushes in again, this time he doesn’t wait before his hips start slamming against you, but he’s not going too fast. And the pleasure he’s fucking into you urges you to do better. You try to do what Johnny did to you before and every other person you’ve been with, and be better than the other times you’ve eaten pussy before.

“Yes, pretty girl, focus on the clit,” she instructs you, moving her hand down to caress your neck, and when you comply, a deep guttural moan rips from her throat. She hums in delight and your heart flips with pride. “Use your tongue.”

You hesitately stick your pink muscle out and poke it at her entrance but she stops you with a click of her tongue, “No, doll, up and down, come on, you can do it.” When your tongue starts doing that, licking her from the bottom of her entrance to the top, flicking your tip right under the hood of her clit, her legs shake and she pushes down a hiss. “So, so good, babydoll.”

“Shit, you’re so hot,” Johnny moans behind you, his hands holding tightly to your waist as he fucks you on his dick. He never imagined he’d be so turned on by this, but fuck, this is the dream. Seeing his wife’s face while you pleasure her, hearing her moan because of somebody else mouth, especially yours, makes him feel something he never felt before.

“You’re so good, doll. Such a fast learner, aren’t you? So eager to please us. So eager to be a good girl for us,” she moans, her fingers inevitably clenching around the roots of your hair when you suck hard on her clit. You seem to have found your scheme, keeping her pussy spread while your tongue runs on her labia and then your lips wrap around her clit, swift flicks of your tongue and shy hands testing what’s better.

You nod against her without pulling away, you could, but you don’t want to. You want to get drunk in her juices, you want to feel her thighs clench around your head —even if she’s trying hard not to do so— you want to hear her deep, intoxicating moans, you want her to pull your hair harder.

“Yes, you are,” she coos, meeting your half-lidded eyes, pushing down a guttural moan when a lonely tear rolls down your cheek, “you’re such a greedy little thing. One person it’s not enough for you, you need more. Is this enough or do you need even more, ugh? Bet you’d love it if we both fucked you at the same time.” Her condescending tone sends your brain into a spiral, you feel empty and yet overflowing, but you can’t reply. Johnny’s fucking you mercilessly now, big dick hitting you deep, striking all the right spots, and even if you’re giving something to her, you have zero control. You’re at their mercy, small and powerless, flushed between their bodies as you somehow do something like a robot.

“Loving eating her pussy while I fuck you hard?” This time is Johnny the one teasing you, his voice deeper but he gives no sign of slowing down, even if the pleasure is getting to him, you know it from his grunts and the way his hips falter every now and then. “Bet it feels so good to be muddy in our hands and have no worries in the world, right? You’re perfect here, nobody to impress,” he moans, leaning closer, his lips brushing your ear while his body presses you closer against the bed, “no father to make happy. Just us. Honestly,” he groans, pulling back, squeezing your hips before driving all the way in with a decisive thrust, sending you forward, “he’d have a heart attack if he saw you like this.”

You whine, your laments muffled by Aaliyah’s body, and you feel like you could explode. Is this why you like being with them so much? Because the fact that they like you so much proves your father wrong? The very people that he worships are busy worshipping his daughter while he trashes her around. But you don’t want to think of him, one, it could ruin your orgasm, two, you have them, and that’s all that matters. And to be honest, you love being with them so much because they value you and appreciate you for who you truly are.

You pull away, letting your fingers take the place of your mouth, rubbing on her clit while you talk, “want you, want more, please.”

“More? What’s more than this?” Johnny asks, snickering.

“Sit on my face?” You ask shily while you look up at her, cum and spit dripping down your chin, eyes glossy with tears.

She loses herself in the sight of you. You’re perfect even if you look like a mess, even if your eyes roll back and your lips part open when Johnny hits your sweet spot another time. “Oh… let’s not pull your luck too much tonight, hum?”

“But I —”

“But you, nothing,” she shushes you up, two fingers on your mouth. “You’re being so good, giving me pleasure while you take him so well. Just keep going.” She’d love to sit on your face, only being able to watch your eyes slowly blank as her hips roll against you, while your pretty hands wrap around her thighs as it slowly gets harder to breathe, but you’re not ready for that, yet.

You give up, starting where you stopped. But soon enough you’re whining again, “No, please, please, Sir,” you cry out, looking back to meet Johnny’s gaze for a split second.

He seems a bit startled by the way you address him, but he quickly shakes the surprise off to tease you with a condescending tone. “What’s wrong, honey? I thought you wanted more?” The pout that accompanies his words makes your stomach twist in a knot. You did want more, but the more was being smashed underneath them, not having his skilled fingers rub quick circles on your over-sensitive clit.

“I — I don’t want to come again,” you cry out.

“Oh, you won’t,” she speaks instead. “Don’t get too greedy and take it,” she orders, cupping your chin before pushing you between her legs again. Her patience could only last this long before she would snap.

“Right, because you can take it, right?” Johnny asks, tilting his head to get a peak of your flustered face. You’re burning up, sweat pearling your skin, the shorter hair sticking to your forehead, eyes blinking out tears of pleasure, and body squirming while you try so hard to keep focus on the only thing you have to do.

You doubt you can, but you still nod, moans getting choked up in your throat and against her cunt as you try to use your tongue and mouth the best you can even if control is slipping out of you more and more.

Fighting the orgasm is probably worse than keeping focus. Your stomach is upside down, and you feel all your nerves tense up, every single touch makes you jolt up and you know your throat will be sore by the end of the night for all the moans you’re letting out.

And you slip, eyes closing and mouth getting lazy as your body limply gets slammed between them.

“Hey,” you’re startled when her palm meets your face in quick, light slaps to wake you up, “don’t you fucking dare,” it’s the only warning that slips from her mouth, so sternly it should make you obey on the spot, but it only makes it harder for you to hold back. “Put that mouth to good use, come on.”

You don’t have a choice —not that you would want to do anything else— when she forces your face down again, this time grinding her hips against you to help you out, or honestly, to fuck herself against you because you’re not doing so much anymore.

She scoffs, “You’re being so good for Johnny, bet your pussy is sucking him in so well, dripping down to his balls and clenching tight, you can’t do one thing for me?”

You gasp for air when she yanks you back by the end of your hair, letting you breathe again, watching the tears fall freely from your pretty eyes. Your lashes are clumped together, and some mascara stained your cheeks; so, so pretty, she could stare at you forever.

“I can. I — I promise, I’ll be your good girl, I’ll give you what you want, fuck,” you mumble, words tangling on your tongue.

You’re so fucked out that spit is dripping down your chin, mixing with her cum, and she can’t fight the urge to smear it on your face.

Aaliyah could come by that sight only. To think when she first saw you were shily standing in a corner, trying to have less attention possible on you, stuttering your words at the speech your father made you hold, and almost fell down the stage. And now, you’re a mess in their bed, far away from home after you followed them blindly.

“Good, then use your fingers, come on,” she orders, biting her lips as you struggle to push your body up to finger her. This is exciting, with Johnny it had always been a fight for dominance, but with you, everything works perfectly, you fit between them with ease.

Johnny’s hands help you stand up, but he can’t deny how hot he finds the way you can’t control your body. He wishes he could see your face, you must be so pretty all messed up, but he’ll use his imagination.

“Come on, honey, fuck her, she took such good care of you,” Johnny encourages you, and that’s all you need to push two fingers inside of her. Her warm walls welcome you with ease, cum coating them until it drips down on your wrist.

Aaliyah’s face twists in an expression of pleasure as soon as you start curling your fingers. You’re definitely better with them than you are with your mouth, but it’s fine, there will be time to practice if you ever want to stick around.

“Good girl,” she praises, caressing your cheek gently before pulling you in a kiss. Doing so, Johnny slips out of you, and you whine at the loss, but soon enough he’s fucking into you again.

“Won’t — won’t last long,” you whimper, crying more as you feel heavier.

Johnny hums, pushing you down again and you lazily go back to lapping on her pussy while your fingers keep moving.

“Come here,” you hear him say, but he’s not talking to you. You can’t see, but you know they’re kissing because you feel smaller and more trapped as their bodies get closer, and then the wet sounds of their lips hit your ears. Their moans mix in their mouth, and you can feel the desperation they’re sharing as their teeth clash together.

You want to kiss them too, but you have other things to worry about, like the orgasm you can’t hold in anymore.

“Want to come, please,” you beg, tears adding to the mess between her legs as you try to gasp for more air.

They pull away from the kiss, bringing their attention to you another time.

“You want to come?” You nod swiftly. She’s sure you’re not doing it on purpose but the way your big eyes are looking up at her and your lips tremble, make her heart warm up. You’re so precious. “Then don’t stop fucking me,” she orders, voice low that causes your stomach to twist again. “Don’t stop being a perfect, little, mindless fuckdoll for us.”

Johnny growls, rolling his head back, “Fuck, stop talking to her like that, she’s squeezing me.”

Aaliyah chuckles darkly, sweetly mockingly caressing your wet cheeks. “You want me to stop talking to her because you can’t handle a sweet pussy sucking you in?”

He rolls his eyes and throws his head back, scoffing at her comment.

“It’s not my fault she likes it when I talk down to her,” she coos, looking at him but her words hit you deep. It’s so humiliating the way they’re talking about you as if you’re not here, and yet, it only makes you wetter. “I could do so much more, but I doubt she can take it.”

I can. You scream, but it stays inside your brain, no words can come out of your mouth anymore.

They both giggle at your broken moan that comes out as a reply.

“No thoughts left in that little mind of yours, uhm?” Johnny teases, his fingers playing with your nipples making you cry out more.

Your head is abandoned on her thigh, drool dripping out of the corner of your lips while your fingers pump in and out in tired, messy movements. You’re so far gone that she has to help you fuck her by guiding your wrist.

“Except how good it feels to be surrounded by us. You love it when we trap you between us and make you feel small, don’t you? Bet you’d love it even more if I fucked your mouth with a toy while he fucked your pussy, or maybe the other way around.”

You yelp when someone smacks your ass, you don’t care to figure out if it’s him or her. It doesn’t matter, it only adds to the pleasure and dizziness.

“Or maybe we could each take a hole and stuff you til you break,” Johnny giggles lowly. “Your tight ass and pussy spread by us.”

“Please,” you cry out. Please make me come and please do it. Please fuck me at the same time, from both ends and until I’m nothing between you. But it stays inside, they get it anyway, like they get all of you.

“C’mere,” Johnny chuckles as he manoeuvres you, lifting your body and pushing you closer to his wife. You’re kneeling now, body slumped against hers while he presses you flat, your fingers still moving inside of her while you moan in the crook of her neck. It feels warm, almost romantic, and you feel so small. 

The hand that is not helping you fuck her, wraps around your waist and starts rubbing circles on your burning hot skin, meeting Johnny’s that doing the same.

“Look at you, doll, you’ve been so good. What do you say, John, should she come?” Aaliyah’s voice is particularly sweet, reaching your ear like a faint melody and you feel farther and farther from your body.

“I think she deserves it,” Johnny replies, kissing your neck to distract you from his hand slipping down to your clit.

Your teeth sink into her skin, making her hiss, not in pain but most in surprise, and your face wets even more while a loud sob rips from your throat.

“Come on, princess,” she whispers close to you, leaving pecks on top of your head, “be a good girl and come with us.”

You don’t let them tell you twice when their pace fastens and all the stimuli get to your head one last time. This orgasm is like an explosion that leaves you trembling between their bodies, whimpering and moaning as the violent waves shock you to the core.

“Fuck, so fucking tight,” Johnny murmurs under his breath, hips slamming messily against your ass as he chases his orgasm. He’s caught up in your face before his eyes fall on his wife’s pussy, you stopped fucking her and she’s trying to rub her fingers on her clit, if you weren’t so far gone, brain mush in your skull, she would’ve said something, but she knows is no use now.

You’re collapsed on her body when your eyes trail between her legs, watching in awe as Johnny’s fingers fuck her fast and his thumb rubs her clit as he keeps pouding into you. Their moans are louder as they approach their release and her head falls against the board of the bed while her hands clench around your waist to hold onto something.

And you come again. An unexpected fourth orgasm washes over you, ass arching up and nails sinking into her thigh as you feel as life is being sucked away from you, and that’s what pushes them over the edge, your soft, broken whimpers mixing with theirs and your low mumbles of their names, it’s not Mr. and Mrs. Suh, is Johnny and Aaliyah now, only for you.

More curses fill the air before everything comes to a stop, Johnny’s body falling on yours for a second before he forces himself to pull out and roll to the side.

“Hey, it’s alright, it’s alright. Come here,” she whispers, soothing you as she pulls your body closer, hugging you and caressing your back and hair. You’re still shaking and crying, and your hands wrap quickly around her. “You’re fine, we’re here. It’s over.”

Soon after you feel Johnny’s hands too, and then his soothing words. “You’ve been so good, princess. Was it fun?”

His question is left unanswered, and they understand it will take you a while to start talking again. So they keep whispering sweet words to your ears while their hands calm you down with gentle touches. You don’t remember how long it takes before you fall into a deep slumber, but you know you feel a sense of peace you never felt before.

When you wake up, the clock hits midnight, you’re alone in the bed but you’re cleaned up and you’re dressed in a white shirt that reaches your thighs.

Somehow your legs carry your body out of the room and down the stairs where you take a sigh of relief seeing them laughing as they sit at the table. They’re dressed again, Johnny’s hair is brushed in its place, and her braids are pulled up in a bun again, they look as composed as usual but more familiar.

“Hey, you’re up?” Johnny is the first one who sees you and welcomes you with a sweet smile.  

“We were starving. We wanted you to eat but you fell asleep, and for how intense it was we figured you were going to sleep until morning,” Aaliyah explains, moving a stool so you could sit between them, tapping on the seat to signal you to reach them.

You push your feet forward, legs wobbly and heart still racing, but this time is not the orgasm. You’re still lost in the haze, but now you’re fully aware of what happened, and you don’t know how to act in the aftermath.

“Are you alright? You stopped talking, it worried us a bit,” she says, lifting her hand to caress your nape after she tucked your hair behind your ear.

You nod, shoulders dropping as the tension disappears at her touch. “I’m fine. I guess it was a lot, it never happened before.”

Johnny comes back to you with a glass of water and some bowls with different food, leaving you a choice between fruits, something sweet, and something salty.

“Thanks,” you reply, grabbing the glass and gulping it in one go. “Honestly, I’m not really hungry,” you say, eyes diverting their gazes, there’s still a bit of worry behind them and you’re not used to people caring so much for you, especially after sex. You don’t think you ever saw a one-night-stand the morning after, but not even your exes cared much about how you felt after sex.

“No? Do you need something else?” Johnny asks, a caring tone filling his words, and the look in his eyes is different than all the other times before.

You look around, shaking your head, your throat is dry again and from the corner of your eyes, you see her filling the glass again. You smile shyly before drinking it. “I… I don’t want to sleep alone,” you confess, biting your lips and playing with the hem of the glass in your hands.

They smile, hands cupping yours before holding tight. “We had no intention of leaving you alone,” they say at the same time, making you smile.

“A bit paranoid, aren’t you?” Johnny jokes while Aaliyah leaves to put the food back in its place. You might be awake but it’s clear as daylight that you’re still tired and want to sleep.

“Mhh,” you mumble. Your eyes lift to look at Johnny and you smile. He looks beautiful, the faint silver light of the moonlight paiting his cheekbones and hair.

“And still not very talkative,” she adds when she comes back, a soft look in her eyes. “Come on, there’s no need to talk, let’s get you to bed.” She stretches a hand out and you quickly grab it, jumping off the chair but regretting it when your legs make it known they’re not back just yet.

You gasp when two arms wrap around you and lift you up, and soon you’re met with Johnny’s eyes. You smile at him before locking eyes with her who’s following behind and quickly is at your side.

“Thanks,” you whisper because he’s carrying you but mostly, for the night you spent. You decide you will worry tomorrow, for now, you feel full, they made you feel wanted, and dare to say, even loved. It’s all that matters.

“You have to be grateful, he stopped carrying me upstairs a long time ago,” she jokes and Johnny scoffs, “Liar.”

And soon the three of you are in the bed again, the dirty duvet is not on the mattress anymore and a thinner blanket covers you. You’re in the middle, pressed between their bodies while they leave kisses on your face, and whisper sweet words to you, their hands intertwined on your stomach while their thumbs rub small circles on your skin.

And as sleep takes over you again, you think that there’s no other place you’d rather be, if not between them.

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Forever Home 🏠

Smut | MDNI

WC: 2.7K+

Plot: Long-term couple Johnny and Y/N share a delicious dinner and reminisce about all the good times they’ve shared in their soon-to-be old apartment.

*This couple is from the same universe as Nighttime Routine, the Big three-oh, and the Dad Johnny series so feel free to read those too, but they’re not required reading 🙂‍↔️*

Mentions: dirty talk, oral fixation, breeding kink, strength kink, size kink (come on it’s Johnny)

“Woah!”

Your fiancé did a little happy dance as he tasted the chicken he’d been working on for the past 20 minutes. Tonight, you two were trying a new chicken thigh recipe, and judging by the tall man’s enthusiasm, it was a hit.

“It’s good huh,” You teased, glancing up from your salad prep.

“Here, come try.” Johnny speared a piece of chicken on his fork, blowing away the steam. You paused, eager for a taste test, and bounced over, always up for sampling his cooking.

You savored the perfectly seasoned bite. “Mmm…” you hummed, delighted. The chicken was juicy, and tender, with just the right kick of spice. “Oh my God, this Harissa seasoning? Definitely staying in the rotation.”

Johnny grinned, nodding in agreement as he turned off the stove and started plating the food. Meanwhile, you resumed tossing the salad, whisking together a quick homemade dressing.

Peaceful moments like these made you appreciate the relationship you and Johnny had cultivated. It was the mundane, casual moments that truly warmed your heart the most. Not needing to fill silence with fluff and noise—just enjoying the comfort of each other's presence.

“Red or white tonight, my love,” Johnny asked, interrupting your quiet thoughts.

“Mm, let’s do red tonight.”

After the table was set and you both had everything you needed, you finally sat down to dig in. The two of you engaged in some light conversation, gushing over how good the meal turned out, as well as what types of things you both got up to at work.

“I only had one client call today, so luckily I was finally able to finish cleaning out the hall closet. Thank God for remote work, one less thing we have to do this month.”

“Wooo, you rock babe thank you. That project took way longer than it needed to. How can two people rack up so much junk,” Johnny laughed before taking a bite of salad.

“Well, we had our suitcases, old college junk, your skateboard, my yoga mat, your endless supply of nerdy tech stuff, my totally not out of control shoe collection…We had our whole lives in that closet babe. That, and we’ve already lived in this building for six years. That’s a lot of time to collect a bunch of junk.”

“Well, I for one very much enjoyed accumulating all that junk with you, m’lady. And I can’t wait to collect even more junk with you in our new place.” Johnny punctuated his statement with a heaping bite of chicken.

You shook your head at his silliness. “Wow, how romantic honey. But I’m honestly so ready for our forever home. This market is so volatile,” you pouted. Johnny looked at you with warm eyes, wanting to kiss the pout right off your face…

You both had been house hunting for a lot longer than you had anticipated. Turns out, buying a house wasn’t as simple as they made it seem on HGTV. It wasn’t a straightforward choice between three gorgeous homes, it was sifting through piles of renovation nightmares and out-of-budget fantasies.

Each house was either too small, too outdated, didn’t have enough character, or had too many zeros attached to the price tag. Each viewing left you more disappointed than the last. Johnny, ever the optimist, always assured you that the right one would come along eventually. “What’s meant for us can’t skip us, baby.”

After dinner, you continued your normal routine of washing the dishes and putting the leftovers away. The faint smell of chicken and spices lightly lingered in the air. The calming energy of the kitchen filled you with a sense of peace.

“Oh, by the way, I picked up a little something from your favorite bakery on the way home. Check the fridge.” Johnny nodded toward the refrigerator before sitting back down. Even though your tummy was stuffed, your ears perked up at the thought of your favorite treat patiently waiting for you.

Johnny smiled fondly at the way you skipped toward the fridge and all but broke the door off its hinges to retrieve the dessert. You grabbed two spoons and plopped down onto Johnny’s empty lap. His strong hands moved to massage your hips and upper thighs while you opened the pink dessert box, eager to dig in.

But to your surprise and mild disappointment, it wasn't your delicious strawberry cheesecake, but instead, a silver key that you had never seen before. The key sparkled beautifully under the overhead light.

You stared at the box dumbfounded, turning to look at Johnny. His eyes held lighthearted mischief and he chuckled yet again, placing a soft kiss on top of your head.

“Do you know what this is?” He asked gently against your ear.

“…not my favorite strawberry cheesecake in the whole wide world?”

“Remember the place we looked at a few weeks back? The one we had our hearts set on, but another family placed a higher bid? Turns out their offer fell through. The house is ours, baby. We move in at the end of the month.”

The realization finally hit and you squealed, wrapping your arms around your lover’s neck. “You mean the one with the gorgeous sunroom and the little koi fish pond!?”

Johnny squeezed your hip. “Uh-huh, that’s the one. The one with just enough space to get started on that family we’ve always wanted. It all worked out perfectly baby.”

“Oh honey, I love you so much. Thank you! I can’t believe we’re gonna be homeowners!” You peppered a million smooches all over Johnny’s face, overcome with the joy of what the next chapter will bring.

“I love you. I’m so lucky to be able to experience this moment with you.”

You nuzzled yourself deeper into Johnny, suddenly feeling sentimental. “We’ve shared so many memories in this little apartment. It’s kind of bittersweet to be leaving”

“Yeah, we sure have…remember the time you flooded the bathroom. Maintenance was pisssssed,” Johnny teased.

You gasped and lightly pressed your pointer finger into his chest. “Well, do you remember the time you burned our Thanksgiving turkey?! We had to leave our windows open in the dead of winter to air out the smoke,” you teased right back.

“How could I forget, my mom never lets me live that one down.” You laughed and ran your hands through his silky strands absentmindedly.

“Remember when we got that terrible snowstorm that knocked the power out of the whole city? We were snowed in for days, and had to snuggle for warmth.”

“Goodness, I swore my fingers and toes were going to fall off,” you reminisced with a light laugh. “The electric bill was cheaper that month, but at what cost?”

You both chuckled at the memory, the glow of shared experience warming the space between you. The room fell into a comfortable silence, broken only by the soft hum of the dishwasher.

Johnny’s gaze lingered on you, a quiet contentment settling over him. The longer he sat there, the more he became aware of how warm your body felt pressed against his. The memory of huddling for warmth now had a different meaning — not out of necessity, but out of comfort. He liked the way you instinctively nuzzled into him every so often, your soft curves fitting perfectly against his body.

His fingers traced idle patterns along your side, as though savoring the present moment. You felt the subtle shift in his energy, his touch growing more intentional, lingering.

“What kind of memories do you wanna make in the new house baby?”

Something about the way the tone of his voice hit your most sensitive parts lets you know that the energy of the moment was about to shift.

“Hm,” you pondered, letting the statement linger in the air.

Johnny wasted no time letting you know where his mind was at. “Because I think I wanna make some really dirty memories in our new bedroom. What do you think?” His hand slid up the front of your soft stomach, making you squirm.

“I guess we could make that happen. But who says we have to wait till we get to the new house?”

Johnny looked down at you pleasantly stunned, while your eyes held sensual mischief.

“Oh, so that’s how it’s gonna be, huh Missy? You gonna be my bold girl tonight?”

You answered his question with a kiss on his pillowy lips, letting out a gentle moan when he pressed his tongue against yours. Johnny deepened the kiss and placed a strong hand on the back of your neck. You fought the urge to get on your knees right under the dinner table and get to work.

“Baby. Take me. To bed,” you breathed out in between kisses. Those were the magic words Johnny needed to hear.

“Say less.”

Johnny pushed the chair back and gathered you into his arms, making a beeline for the bedroom. You squealed as he tossed you back onto the bed, taking your breath away in the best way possible.

You gathered your bearings and flipped onto your hands and knees, crawling to where Johnny stood at the foot of the bed. You pawed at his sweatpants, silently gesturing him to pull them down and reveal himself to you. He smirked down at you and gladly fulfilled your request.

“You gonna suck me off real good baby? Huh?” You nodded and took his half-erect member into your hands. You began to stroke him slowly, closing your eyes in pleasure when he let out a guttural groan. Johnny gently rocked his hips against your hand a few times, throwing his head back in relief.

Your hand roamed along the length of his cock, and you admired how warm and muscular it felt against your hand. Your mouth watered at the thought of feeling the heaviness of him against your tongue.

You couldn’t wait any longer and bent forward to take Johnny into your mouth. “F-uck baby that’s it,” he stuttered out. His affirming words encouraged you to give him the best head you could muster at the moment.

You let your tongue swirl around his tip for a few more moments before taking a deep breath through your nose. You took his length deeper into your throat, the action making you gag and produce little messy slivers of saliva. Johnny bit down on his bottom lip and gently pet the top of your head as if to say, good girl.

It brought you so much pleasure to satisfy your man like this. He always poured so much love and attention into you, and this was one of your favorite ways to pour it back into him. Each of his grunts and groans filled you up with exhilarating pride.

You wrapped your fist around the bottom of his shaft while you let your mouth do the rest of the work, suctioning and brushing your lips against him. Your back was fully arched, and you swore you were getting more wet by the minute…

Johnny took one last look into your wide, lust-filled eyes that were silently begging for more praise. His hips stuttered insatiably, then he pulled out of your mouth completely. Entranced and reeling, you sat back onto your heels and pouted up at him. Already fucked out and needy.

“Don’t look at me like that. You were gonna make me blow, woman.”

“Yeah well that was kinda the point, buddy.” You wiped the residual saliva and salty precum from your lips breathlessly, proud of your literal handiwork.

“Calling me buddy while my dick is out is crazy.”

“Ok John, just fuck me already please, and thank you,” you whined, growing uncomfortable at the way your panties stuck to your dripping pussy.

Johnny grinned, stepping out of his sweatpants completely and tossing his shirt over his head. “That can be arranged.”

Johnny grabbed your ankle and yanked you closer to him, peeling your tiny pajama set and panties off. You lay underneath his looming figure, feeling submissive and completely at home all at the same time.

This was the man you were going to spend the rest of forever with.

“Whatcha thinkin’ ‘bout, pretty girl?” Johnny slowly parted your thighs, bringing you back into the moment.

“How much I love doing life with you,” you answered sincerely.

Johnny’s heart swelled, and he pressed an affectionate kiss against the arch of your foot. He took his throbbing length in his hand and slid it against your slippery folds. You let out a soft sigh, bucking your hips greedily. Your body was more than ready to take him in.

He finally slipped into you, letting his jaw drop in sweet relief. “Agh, fuckin’ love you so much, babe. You don’t even know.”

“I do,” you quipped, wrapping your legs around his midsection. You arched your pelvis up against his, letting him get as deep inside you as possible.

“Do you though,” Johnny teased, building up a nice steady rhythm. He loved the way your needy hands traveled up the front of your body to grab onto your bouncing boobs.

“Mmm, I think I’ve got a pretty good idea,” you moaned with a twinkle in your eye, enjoying the way his tip kissed your walls. Johnny shoved your hot body down onto his dick with each harsh thrust.

You always loved how athletic and strong Johnny was. He never made a big deal about it, but his natural athleticism always came out in the bedroom. He was so sweet and gentle with you normally, but you loved being tossed into whatever position and going along for the ride.

Johnny gently caressed your cheek, admiring your gorgeous, flushed face and the way it displayed a look of pleasure. The small, but romantic gesture juxtaposed the way his hips crashed into yours.

Something indescribable washed over you as Johnny brushed his thumb against your soft lips. You were overcome with erotic feelings and eagerly took the thick digit into your mouth, closing your eyes and savoring the taste.

You held onto his wrist with both hands as you moaned around his thumb, letting your tongue swirl around it like you did with his cock earlier.

Johnny thought you looked picturesque like this. He didn’t know how he got blessed with someone as gorgeous as you, but he thanked every single higher power known to man.

He silently wished he could capture this beautiful moment with his film camera, but nothing could ever truly capture how stunning you were like his own two eyes. You looked up at him with a half-lidded gaze, the seductive look making him slightly falter inside of you.

“My pretty baby, always such a good girl. Isn’t that right?”

Your eyes fluttered shut as you moaned out in agreement. He made it so easy to be a good girl for him. He gave you everything you wanted and always spoke to you so gently…

“That’s the first thing I wanna do when we move to the new house you know? Wanna fuck you nice and deep. Just like this. Do you want that too?”

Your grip on his hand tightened as your jaw went slack, moaning out a whiny “yes.”

“Wouldn’t it be kind of crazy if I got you pregnant the first night we moved in? Fuck—“ Johnny groaned before taking a strong hold on your hips, picking up the pace to send you both over the edge.

Your breathy moans picked up in time with each harsh snap of Johnny’s hips. “Fuck baby I’m right there,” you moaned desperately, digging your heels into his toned back.

“What do you think will come first: the wedding or the baby? Guess we’ll find out won’t we?”

You were still very much on the pill, both of you agreeing to stay semi-safe until the wedding day. But the sexiness of the fantasy and the way Johnny was talking had you ready to go to the courthouse tomorrow morning.

Johnny slipped his hand in between your bodies to play with your clit, making you finally tip over the edge. You let out the prettiest sounds as you let go, and moments later you heard Johnny let out some deep sounds of his own.

Johnny pulled out and grunted as he tugged his dick a few more times, sprinkling milky droplets of cum onto your lower tummy. You both caught your breath and came back down to earth. The hot, steamy atmosphere of the room felt like warm satisfaction on your skin.

You looked down at the residual product of your love on your stomach and scooped some of the liquid onto your pointer finger and into your mouth. Johnny caught the dirty action and groaned, exhausted but still so turned on by you.

“Jeez, babe what’s with all this finger stuff today? You’re killing me.”

You giggled and shrugged, showing off the finger you just licked clean. “You deprived me of my strawberry cheesecake, I needed something sweet. What’s a girl to do?”

A look of remembrance flashed over Johnny’s face and he suddenly sprang out of bed, naked as the day he was born.

“What are you doing, weirdo,” you exclaimed and plopped back against the pillows. You heard faint movements coming from the kitchen, followed by quick footsteps coming back to the bedroom. Johnny emerged from the kitchen with one of your Tupperware containers and two spoons. He jumped in bed next to you and opened the container.

Your beautiful strawberry cheesecake was staring back at you in all of its deliciousness.

The end 💋

[luvyeni]

( SPOOKTOBER ) little bunny ! 🦇 一 서영호 ՞

𝓟 airings. bearhybrid!johnny x bunny!reader wc. 0.7k

🕸️◞ WARNINGS. johnny is a mafia man cause why not, minor character death, oral ( johnny. receiving ), unprotected sex, size kink, breeding kink

「 ♱ authors note 」 brought back another group i used to write for day 5 !! enjoy !

he sighed hearing the commotion coming from the outside of his office door. “again?” the bear hybrid sighed. “there she goes again.” yuta the cheetah hybrid sat in his office. “how many johns are you gonna gun down in the club over the little bunny?” johnny stood up. “how many johns are gonna have to be gunned down until they realize the bunny isn't available?”

you were the first bunny ever to work at the infamous club run by notorious mafia and bear hybrid johnny suh; you were also the first bunny johnny ever had in his bed. johnny took a quick liking to you , both professionally and unprofessionally — giving you your weekly wage , plus a bit more for being such a good girl the night before.

to say that it came with problems was an understatement. once the news spread that infamous mafia hybrid johnny suh hired a cute new bunny hybrid to work at his club , his club became a new attraction for horrible hybrids who didn't have the same respect for prey hybrids like he did — they'd come in and let's just say a few of them didn't end up leaving.

“the bunny hybrid is a server not a dancer.” he said. “come on johnny, if you didn't hire the bitch bunny so we could have some fun , why is she here?” he really fucked up now. “ah you johns never learned to you?” johnny laughed to himself. “i said let her go.” the tiger hybrid growled, trying to intimidate the man. “don't tell me this bitch bunny has you going soft now?”

it all happened so fast; but you were used to it , johnny losing his temper and pulling out the glock he kept on his hip at all times , pulling the trigger before the guy could pull his. you shrieked , blood covering your body. “johnny.” you turned to him. “you messed up another one of my dresses.” he sighed. “seriously , my office now.”

“i told you , you stay behind the bar.” he said once he reached the office , the club cleared out already. “i was behind the bar.” you said , he scoffed. “yeah and how'd you end up pressed against the front of the bar?” he closed the door , locking it. “i'm losing customers.” you scoffed. “i don't ask you to shoot them.”

“yeah little bunny you're right , i can't help that.” he said , his hands resting on your shoulder. “this is why i told you to quit this job and let me take care of you , you can be my little stay at home bunny.” he said with a cheeky, you scoffed. “i like working here.” you said. “no you like stressing me out.”

he sat you down on the desk; standing in between your legs. “you have blood on your face.” he said wiping your cheek. “that's your fault.” he chuckled. “yeah it is.” he said , unzipping your pants. “let me apologize to you.” spreading your legs even more.

and that's how it always ends; you spread out , nose twitching as the bear pounded into you — it was a bit morbid , johnny killing people in your honor turning you on , but you couldn't help it , something about him being protective over you made you want to jump his bones. “fuck johnny!”

it amazed johnny how you always took his cock; the way your tiny cunt squeezed him , almost pushing him out sometimes , he knew you were too tiny , but you took him like a champ everytime. “tiny bunny.” he grunted. “always so pliant and ready to take my cock , even though it almost breaks you every single time.” his hands bruising your hips. “you're so wet , me killing people turns you on , doesn't it little bunny.”

you nodded , nose twitching. “y-yes johnny.” he groaned as you clenched around him. “sh-shit , you gonna cum bun.” he grunted. “cum for me little bunny.” his hand coming up to your bunny ears , scratching the sensitive spot. “oh fuck johnny , i’m cumming!” you screamed. “fuck.” he growled. “fuck gonna breed this little pussy , give you a cub.” you moaned , “please cum inside me.”

his cock twitched inside you , releasing himself inside your waiting womb. “fuck.” he dragged out. “fuck , i'm still cumming.” he laughed breathlessly. “you always bring out the worst in me baby.” he kissed your lips. “yeah?” he nodded.

“yeah you do little bunny.”

©LUVYENI

[succubusyuyu]

!nsfw twt link!, reader x johnyujae, foursome

[23:50]

"fuck baby, two boyfriends aren't enough?" johnny snorts as he goes down on you, tracing a flat line with his tongue over your already wet panties.

but look, how couldn't you be soaking wet when your two boyfriends are on each side of you and sucking at your titties while the new addition to you, jaehyun and yuta's relationship, fucking johnny suh is going down on you, licking your pussy over your panties, and making you squirm on the bed, ready to cum on the spot, but again how could you last more than seconds with three hot men all over you, worshipping you and whispering dirty promises against your ear.

"going to tongue fuck you, baby, get you all wet and loose for my dick, yeah?"

"my good girl is going to cum a lot today, right baby?" jaehyun whispers, nibbling your nipples, a smile stick on his lips as he brushes the hair from your face.

yuta on the other side is smirking, mischievous as he watches johnny pushes your panties to the side and dive a finger inside you, taking a gasp from you.

"slut, you're loving it right? having so much attention, so many mouths on you, you know what I'm thinking?" he asks, and when you think it was rhetorical he pinches your nipples between his fingers to catch your attention.

"hm?"

he chuckles, "oh you can't, look at you, already so lost and you just have hands over you, kitty."

"nooo, tell me." you whines.

yuta gets close, he lays down, placing his lips close to your ear, "can you take us? each one filling a hole,"

your breath breaks, you close your eyes, oh fuck.

"i want the mouth," you hear jaehyun saying on your other ear. smirking on your skin.

johnny chuckles by jaehyun's excitement, his laugh reverberation over your skin where he have his lips, kissing your inner thighs. his fingers caressing your clit, making the task of not squirm really hard, really, really hard specially when he drags his finger down and down until he's circling around your asshole and fuck, fuck, fuck.

"i need to fuck this pretty pussy once in my life, so yuta gets your tight hole, what do you think yu?"

you close your eyes when feeling yuta kissing your cheek, "ah baby, we're going to have so much fun."

you smirks, "hmm let's see so." teasing, knowing very well the three competitive men you have around you and will do everything to prove it to you.

[onyourhyuck]

Sip & Share. | S.JH

— Prologue: “I want this Johnny, I need this.”

— Summary: You didn’t get the job interview. Depressed and low on motivation, you went over to your favourite café but you end up sip & sharing your life to one of the co-workers who works there.

— Genre: Wholesome Smut(?) Smut smut minors dni. Johnny!barista. There’s lots of praises here. Johnny has the biggest size kink though. They have sex at the café staff room. Pinning. Protected sex. Teasing. Y/n enjoys teasing Johnny. Y/n is older than Johnny here (for spice) because older noona kink. Mention of failing interview.

— Notes: Brewing Romance — The Series Masterlist.

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The clouds oblige and rain descends in little gleam-drops of bullet drops. Walking through the heavy night fall in this dangerously cold rain, you’re bound to be hit with this wash over. The sound of the rain is a harmonic thrumming on your jacket as you run towards this café you’ve always loved. Whenever you crave their coffee you come in here. But it would be a first time you coming into the café when you’re in a gloomy mood.

Today wasn’t your day at all. You hate that your life is going downhill. You just know that even if your life feels like it’s going badly every second you’re going to do something you just know it’s not going to be like this forever right? Eventually life gets better. But you keep wondering ‘When is my life about to get better?’ Because you’ve been waiting for your life to become something great and worthy of a while now and you’re becoming impatient.

The café swings a little bell and you take a seat down at one of the chairs as you take off your wet purse bag putting it on the table. You look out the window watching the heavy rain in the darkness. It’s way too late at night but this café closes at 2am so it’s always popular with night-folks people.

You wonder who is working here. Today there wasn’t many workers but a young attractive looking guy who is gazing over at you at the counter behind with the reception cashier. He was cleaning down the counters before looking at you. He saw how gloomy you look and actually he felt kind of uncomfortable with the fact that you’re sad.

Johnny tends to be one of the workers in the café that is very laid back and always trying to make people feel happy and better, so when he saw your expression as if your day was going very bad, he just felt obliged to make to a free coffee. Even if you didn’t ask. You were a pretty beautiful woman too. In fact he second glanced at you when you entered the café but you didn’t see that.

He puts down the cloth and walks over to you with a charming smile. The young man you see walking over to your table so he can take your owner has black curly and neat styled hair. He wore this black button up shirt leaving one button open. It was a very charming expression he held. You feel nearly intimidated by how good looking he was. You never seen this man working here but he seems like a professional since he’s the only one working the night shift to take care of the café.

When you’re at the café you are always served by a young lady and a young guy called Jungwoo. You wonder if Jungwoo doesn’t do nightshifts.

“Hey there, what’s got your head in the clouds?” He said with a little chuckle in between. He was very curious what kind of situation the customer had been going through for you to be so gloomy on a rainy day. He’s sure you have many reasons for your mood, though he doesn’t want to make you feel any worse. He wanted to cheer you up in any way possible. And it was a good thing Johnny puts customers above himself.

“Oh you know, life just goes sideways and screws you right over.” You mumble with sarcasm humour as your eyes looks at the tall young man who works at the café. Your back sits up in your seat taking off your wet jacket. “May I get a hot coffee, please? In medium size.” Johnny took down your order on the small notepad that every waitress used to take every customer needs down. The jacket you took off rests against the chair.

You didn’t want to complain to the worker but it was clear when you said how much life screws you over sideways just makes him think you really had something bad happen to you. He was very curious the more you keep talking.

And he’s trying so hard not to laugh when your sarcasm was very visible. Johnny tries his hardest to hold his chuckle back before it explodes out of his face. He wants to relate to you, but he never had it rough before… at least not that he remembered. He still thought your life problems were a good reason to be upset, though he can’t relate he wanted to try helping out.

He nods, and goes into the back to make her coffee. Johnny puts the pen down closing it and the small square yellow notepad away. “Alright one medium coffee coming up.”

“I’m Johnny, by the way. What’s your name, Miss?” He smiles towards you and before he would go make your coffee he just needs your name. Small introduction never hurt anyone right?

You were slightly more stunned that the very handsome man introduced himself to you but you maybe thought it was compulsory to do that?

Your eyes stay on Johnny and you give him a short smile. “Y/n is my name.” Once your name reached his ears Johnny knew it was a very beautiful name and he wanted to say it was, but he had to get on his way to make your coffee.

He wouldn’t want his best friend and boss the owner of this café to completely scold him thinking he was flirting with a customer. But Johnny wondered a lot. You’re very beautiful that was a fact. But you look so lonely and he just felt so gravitated towards you to keep you company. On the other hand he has no other customers at this time and you’re the only one here so it was very tempting to sit down and chat away to make you feel in a better mood.

If Yuta was here Johnny knew he would’ve gotten scolded. Especially when his boss was Yuta.

Your eyes we’re gravitating back to Johnny after he has left going back to the barista counter to make the coffee. You watch him from the far distance between your table by the large café window while watching the man. You feel very sneaky as your eyes were glued on the biceps and the muscular build he seems to have. You wish you weren’t drooling at the sight but you were.

How come you never met this fine man working at your favourite café before?

Your face gives a soft whenever you look at him checking how his arms were making the coffee and his biceps. They felt so warm and the urge for you to not make scenarios up took every fight in you against your filthy mind. “So, Johnny. Are you good at making coffee?” You want to stop looking at him but you also wanted to speak a conversation up. You raised an eyebrow in hope he does since he’s making your drink right now.

The way you strike up a conversation makes him think it was a great compliment because he really wanted to chat with you. You have him the opportunity so he took it while making the coffee it was a strong aromatic flavour and smell. He managed to keep a smile on his face and his eyes bright despite being caught off guard since he didn’t expect you to want to speak to him.

He couldn't help but notice how attracted you was towards his body. Before he could answer you he comes out with a mug, with warm hot coffee, he makes sure it's perfect as he gives it to you, with a splash of milk at the top.

Johnny chuckles a bit, "I can definitely say i'm an amazing coffee maker." He smiles, and winks at you as he gives her the warm mug.

Amongst the other employees in the café Johnny would have to put himself as top three best baristas in the working staff room. He would have to say that him and Jaehyun are pretty on par. Jungwoo was amazing actually. He always gets the orders right. Johnny was pretty good though and he never leaves a customer disappointed with their coffee.

You want to have a good judgement so you try not to be biased towards him. Just because he’s got a pretty face doesn’t mean he might have the best coffee you try to think of it that way.

“I guess I’ll be the judge of that Johnny.” Your voice said with a wide smirk as he brings the drink to you on the table. Your nostrils gather the smells already from the warm aromatic coffee, it was a strong smell with a splash of milk on it drizzling with sweetness. Johnny found you to be quite charming and he enjoys how you’re going to judge him and his coffee market making.

No other customer was ever so keen on judging his coffee making skills before. Johnny won’t lie he really hopes he makes a good impression with the coffee he gave you.

Your lips press on the mug to sip the coffee while Johnny waits for your answer and reaction. You tried to keep a straight face. Johnny sat down at your table as he waits now. The arms crossed as he’s staring at you trying to read some expression but he cannot figure it out.

The café fell in silence as this was everything to Johnny he was putting on the line his life and his amazing career, If he gets a bad rating this could mean the end.

Maybe this was him being a bit dramatic but Johnny loves coffee and as a coffee lover he should be amazing at making coffee therefore this was very very important to him. This was a very big deal for him. While he was sitting down in front of you he was was left thinking in his head; Was it good? Was it bad? Was it not hot enough? Maybe it was too hot? Johnny could only hope it was great. He can’t handle rejection. The heat on his face was visible and the stress he was going through with inner conflict shown on his face.

“What’s your honest opinion on this?” His voice was a little shaky as his eyes can’t help but stare at you down as if he was searching for your soul to take.

If you’re being honest now you’re just teasing him straight up. You can’t help but find it that he can be very endearingly cute in a way. He looks like a lost puppy who doesn’t want to disappoint their owner right now. You want to laugh but you kept on a straight unreadable face.

And then you start to slowly answer him. “It’s good…” You tell him as the nervous expression on his face starts to dissolve like milk and coffee blend together. He now knew you were purposely making him nervous you could hear under his breath ‘What the…’ because he didn’t expect you to make him wait for such a short comment.

“Did I scare you?” You proudly grin. The coffee was great actually probably one of the best coffees you tasted. You weren’t sure who’s coffee you liked the most; Jungwoo’s or Johnny’s?

You definitely did more than scare the poor man. You had him hanging on a piece of thread as if he was about to fall into oblivion. His face goes a little redder as he smiles back at you and laughs as well.

"You caught me off guard is what you did." He chuckles.

He smiles while watching you drink the coffee he made for you , as he sees your face go from depressed looking to a much more cheerier face, with a smile on your face. He just wanted to see you happy. His job was complete... and he felt good...

"I'm glad you enjoy it." Johnny said to you and you smirk nodding as you’re enjoying your warm mug of coffee right now. It was very good even though you had him literally gasping for a good rating for no reason too.

There was a certain attraction between you two. There definitely was something, you both feel it. But none of you can act up on it.

He looks at you once again, though he noticed how your eyes are back to admiring his muscles and his attire. He wanted to say something, but he knows if he makes a move it could ruin the progress he made with you and he doesn’t want to mess it up.

He smiles back at you, thinking how cute you looked when you’re a little shy. He wanted to put you in a better mood, as he felt bad you wasn't feeling great in the beginning. He gets up from his chair however when work was calling him. He can’t forget about his duty right now either.

"I'll be heading back to the counter."

The minor disappointment on your face was visible but you try to hide it with a little nodding smile as you saw Johnny go back to the counter to do his work. You’re not sure why you’re left with this lingering feeling that you wanted him to stay and chat with you some more. “Okay, I’ll be here drinking my… coffee.” You reply with a smile as your lips press on the cup to drink the coffee while he goes to the counter leaving the chair.

You watched him walk over checking him from behind as he was walking away. You can’t help yourself but check him out okay? It would be a crime not to. You bite your bottom lip while smirking. Maybe you failed your interview today but you was definitely enjoying Johnny’s company right now. And maybe you were flirting with him a little bit only subtly.

The café worker definitely feels the two pair of eyes checking him up and down as if he was your mealS Johnny looks over, seeing you bite your bottom lip. He smiles as he continues to look at yo while he waits at the counter. He watches as your lips are biting tour bottom lip and it just makes him think many things he shouldn’t; very unholy things right now. He puts on a smile as it’s so obvious you are checking him out. He couldn't hold the smirk back any longer from your actions.

Johnny gets an idea to try and speak to you more. The idea essentially was just you speaking about your problems because he remembered you telling him how you didn’t have the best day. He just wants the details and maybe he can be of help to you if you open up? Maybe all you need is someone to speak to.

After a few minutes you were nearly done with your coffee but you see the man coming over again. Johnny walks over and gets a pen and paper in front of the tables. “I've got an idea to cheer you up."

You wonder what does he mean by this but when Johnny pressed the paper and pen towards you he lets out a chuckle as he saw your curious expression trying to figure this out.

He smiles as he opens the page of his notebook, as he writes something on it. Johnny looks up at her as he tries his best to keep a straight face. Though he was happy to see her smile, as he knew this would cheer her up more. He shows her what he wrote on the page. "You can vent here." He gives her the notebook and a pen.

You can’t help it but think he’s being very thoughtful of you and being mindful.

But you have a better idea. You chuckle as you look at the notepad and pen. Your hands rub the back of your neck while looking back at him now. “How about I vent to you through conversations?”

Johnny smiles looking at you as he puts his hand on your shoulder and sits back down on the chair.

"I can listen to you vent, as long as it keeps that beautiful smile on your face... but if you want to talk about it, go ahead... i'm listening." He smiles warmly as he sees you’re rubbing the back of your neck as if it was your nervous habit tick. He looks at you once again, and notices how tired you must've been.

"Tell me, what happened before you came to this rainy night today?"

You took a deep breath. You don’t want to feel like you’re burdening him of course not but he voluntarily said you can vent to him. On the other hand you feel like you might physically combust if you don’t speak to someone about this. And Johnny seems to be the only person you can speak to him about this with. You think this might be a good idea to just tell him what’s been happening in your life.

“Today I had a job interview and I failed it. I didn’t get the job.” Your voice sighs as your body slants back on the seats. “So I guess life screwed me sideways.” You tell him lowly. “I’m in my 30’s with no job…”

You had a job but you never expected it to end the way you did. At first your job was amazing. You loved it and everyone was nice at your job but then your boss turns out to be a complete nightmare.

You’re not the type of employee to stand abuse with a boss despite them being your boss with greater power. You wouldn’t stand to such things. Many people do that but you don’t and you can’t handle stress when it’s from employee abuse.

You can’t stand injustice either so you left on your own record and now you’re trying to find another job. But you’ve not been having luck yet.

The man was listening to you with an attentive eye towards you. He can tell you’ve been worrying about this for a while. It must be pressuring you to get a job already but he thinks you’re worrying for no reason because there’s bound to be a job somewhere for you surely.

Johnny sighs as well, matching your tone.

"Hey, don't be too hard on yourself." He gives you a comforting smile. "There'll be another opportunity waiting somewhere... just gotta give it some time." He chuckles as he thinks you must've been struggling to find a good job... and it took you more time than you thought it would.

He now rubs your shoulder in comfort. "Don't worry, you won't stay without a job for long." He smiles, and looks down at you with a warm smile.

You start to wonder how come he’s so nice to you? Johnny just knows how to say the right things to you in the right moments.

“I guess you’re right…” You state with now a few chuckles a bit. You feel now a bit better about your situation. You would’ve never thought this was going to make you feel so much better and lighter on your shoulders. “Thank you you’re very sweet you know that?” You said back smiling now, he even rubbed your shoulders and it makes you feel more relaxed too.

Your eyes are both connecting in this contact regarding for a while but it feels like a few seconds to you. The both of you fell for your eyes distractions. They both share the same lingering eye glance, you shift your upper body closer and smile more looking at him while your eyes open up at him some more, as if you were now admiring him up close with a warm heartfelt look.

“How can I repay you for your kindness?” Johnny heard you ask him this. He has a flirtatious smile and a charming expression, how can you repay him?

He never once needed anything from you. Johnny actually wants nothing from you at all.

With a warm bright tone he spoke enough to have you melting a little. "No need to repay me..." He smiled at his flirtatious remark. "Just seeing you smile is enough for me." Johnny looks at how your smile grew when he said that now, thinking how beautiful and stunning you are. He wondered what was going through your mind.

"So... you're in your 30's..." Johnny starts, still staring at your magnetic eyes. "You're quite the beautiful woman." He smiled, complimenting you because he was being so honest you are beautiful from head to toe. He couldn't help but notice it the moment you walked into the café.

The compliment went through the ear and out the other as if you’re flushing it out. You just didn’t believe him at first, but his genuine expression made you feel flattered. “Oh please… I’m nearly an old woman.” Your voice tone comes out as mumbles as you feel complimented by him. Lifting your head up to look back at him with another curious glint in your eyes. “How old are you, Johnny if I may ask?”

Johnny smirks when you call yourself old. He didn’t think you’re old in fact you look very young for your age and heck, thirty wasn’t even old for him. He didn’t think you was old at all, but he understood that you are calling herself old because you probably feel like it on the inside.

“How could a lovely lady such as yourself be old?” He chuckle in slight humour with a charming glance at you to have you weak for him, and whatever he was doing to you has you doing lapse

He thinks of his age when you asked him. He gives a little smirk leaning closer only a little subtly. “Well… since you asked, i’m about… 28.” Johnny smiles warmly to you.

You couldn’t really believe Johnny was twenty eight years old he looks even younger than that. You guessed in your head probably twenty four. But you must think it must be nice for him to look young especially when he works at this café. It was a popular café amongst other women. You now know why probably because of all the attractive employees. And Johnny was one of them definitely.

“You’re a young guy Johnny. You must get a lot of attention from women.” You point out now with a little smirk. “How about a relationship?” You might be getting ahead of yourself but you wanted to ask him. “You must have someone.”

There was a spark on those glistening Iris pupils of his that has you growing deeper and falling so much harder than before when you’ve asked if he was in a relationship. Johnny smiles as he sips his coffee, as he gets asked about his love life. He thinks about it and then sighs.

"Actually... i'm single." He chuckles when he surprised you greatly with his answer. "I don't really seem to have one yet." He smiles once again as he looks at you. For some reason you have unnecessary growing hope there might be something more between you both but surely that’s just you getting ahead of yourself?

"What about you, do you have a boyfriend by chance?" He smirks, as he sips more of his coffee. The question he asks you makes your heart race and you shake your head a simple no.

You calmly state. “No boyfriend.” And your lips quiver up as you’re wondering why and how come he hasn’t had a girlfriend yet?

He looks so damn perfect to you actually. It feels crazy to know he was single. There must be a reason but you know everyone must have their own way to deal with relationships. “ You’re a young guy you should find someone to settle with. I’m in my 30’s regretting not doing that sooner.”

Johnny felt the pain in the sigh and smiles at you telling him how much you regret not dating when you were younger. He looks at you once more, as he sips the rest of his coffee and puts the mug down on the table.

"I'll meet the right one when the time is right." He smiles back, and then laughs quietly as he looks at you with a playful grin. "Besides, I'm in no rush myself right now."

You finished your coffee now too, but you turn to him when he has now raised an eyebrow as if he had something to tell you. "What about we make this day a little more pleasant for you. I got a proposition."

This could go absolutely horribly or absolutely correctly. Johnny thinks there’s no in between for what he’s about to offer you considering this was quite a personal proposition to offer someone he has just met but, he couldn’t ignore your chemistry with him. As much as he’s trying not to make a big deal out of it Johnny had to admit; there was something going on between you two. Johnny takes a bit to think about his proposition, his flirtatious demeanor taking in place again, as he sees you move a little closer to hear him more. "Well I was trying to... figure out a way to make your day more pleasant..." Johnny smiles as he continues to look in the eyes of yours, as his gaze shifts from your eyes to your lips. He feel the same heart racing so fact and you feel your trembling eyes with slight excitement. "I think i've got an idea." He smiles when seeing the excitement on your face you could not hide. “You wanna hear it?"

You give him a nod, Johnny smirks at your physical response. Johnny smirks, noticing how excited you must be about his proposition. Knowing you, you probably have an idea of your own what it could be.

“Why don’t I take you to the staff rooms? So that we can make this day more… pleasuring for you…”Johnny slowly gets closer to your side of the table, his body getting close to your body.

“I mean… since I made the coffee right?” He chuckles, slowly looking at the lips belonging to your beautiful face. He bites his bottom lip as he looks back up at your magnetic eyes always pulling him to you with your magnetic field.

It feels more like a dream to you right now to hear one of the employees asking you to join him in the staff rooms at this night hours when the café should be closing down soon, but he has other plans for you and you were more than down to do this with him. You want to just feel good tonight and forget how bad your day went. Johnny was the only thing making your night better than your day was actually for the majority so completely shit. But Johnny? He was making it so much more worth while.

“Hmm, I guess that’s fair.” You grin out with your own pride and excitement playfully.

It feels like your mind was getting so many ideas right now and you shuffled closer and Johnny stands up as you take him by the hand and he leads the both of you into the staff room. The minute you entered with him it didn’t take a moment for the both of you to calm down because neither of you wanted to do that. You wanted to feel the rush, the adrenaline, the excitement and the daredevil feeling that you’re so craving. Your gasps come out when Johnny pulls you into a steamy heated makeout. The kisses took every single breath out of the lungs. It feels so good to finally kiss each other it feels like tension releasing from your muscles.

Your gasps come out at everything, especially when Johnny pulls away now that his lips slowly kiss the side of your tempting neck. “Johnny, can i repay you for venting and the coffee to you this way?” You smirk out while asking back chuckling. It makes Johnny smirk.

He found it very much amusing so he laughs along your words as the smirk stays on his face while reaching to caress your clothed body, as his hands creep upwards to caress your cheek while your faces are only barely an inch away from one another. The kiss you broke out off only a minute ago still as your heart racing so much. “I think that’s a perfect repayment for venting and this delicious coffee.” He whispers on the sides of your ear feeling your beautiful hair strands prickle his face, while his lips touch your neck and kisses it. The arms wrap around your waist as his other hand caressing and grabs your face.

Kissing your neck with his loving lips and a smirk written on that damply handsomely face of his, he was glad to be able to help you make your night even more thrilling than your other nights.

Johnny grabbing your face to reach over while kissing your neck makes you moan softly as your hands roam up his black button up shirt. You can finally feel that muscular build he has and it makes you literally exhilarate like a running engine on a car considering you’ve been making so many scenarios up with his body it was going to be the death of you. His bare back was run by your hands going down, you feel his entire body with your palms.

“Have you ever slept with someone that’s older than you?” You questioned softly as you feel your cheeks heat up. You haven’t slept with anyone younger but this was definitely going to be a first for you. You have a feeling Johnny knows how to satisfy a woman in bed however with the way he’s kissing your neck and your lips while caressing your body. Johnny’s entire presence dominates your mind and your soul at this point.

Your voice was silvery and short. You definitely feel so overwhelmed with just these touches and it makes him want to make you feel even more than this.

The man looks over at you with darken eyes. Johnny chuckles once again, he couldn't help but notice how her hands roamed through his shirt and his back, your fingertips feel so light and airy on his body it’s driving Johnny crazy and he can’t wait to have them explore him some more.

"I must say... I have not." He smirks as he bites the soft area of your neck a little harder and then reaching over to plant kisses on your chin while looking at your eyes. "But... I've always wanted to..." He looks up at the addicting lips, and gives you a kiss on your cheek.

"How about we make this an experience?" Johnny equips in exchanged look between your eyes, with a wide flirtatious smirk.

He already had a feeling you were going into the idea even though it was a rhetorical question he asked you, you shown great deal of nodding. Johnny chuckles when you pull away from him now as your face completely changed.

You’re now facing him with your boastful eyes as you pull only a certain distance making sure he was watching you with hungry eyes.

You’re more than okay to do this with Johnny. If anything you want more of it. You pull away stripping away your shirt unbuttoning it slowly. Johnny took small glances between your beautiful mature figure it just makes him so much more impatient for you.

And you certainly were such a tease, stripping yourself in front of him while he’s standing there flabbergasted by your beauty itself.

It’s like something in Johnny’s body just snapped, and he no longer could just stand there watching you strip tease him like this in the café’s staff rooms.

Darkly gazing over at you watching your strip teasing revealing your beautiful body and those curvy figure that he was about to enjoy more intimately in the staff room of the café very soon, Johnny won’t pass up on this opportunity now.

"My... my..." He looks at her body with whispers under his breath, starting to drool. Johnny was practically crying to touch you right now but on his face all you see was deep hunger; deep hunger for you. You looked so much smaller than he admitted. Not small as in you’re short but small as in your body was very dainty compared to him. Which makes Johnny think of vile things to do to you.

He couldn’t wait to get his hands on you some more. The man starts to think if he touched you, you might break on his hand with a single hand touch.

Johnny goes from patient to complete impatient man. He takes his shirt off as well, revealing his muscular body and six-pack abs, along with his tattoos on his muscular arms. As you saw him undress you feel like you’ve done your job edging Johnny by messing with him, making him purposely impatient. Johnny then reached to go pin you to the wall of the staffing room.

When pinning you on the wall it feels so primal and near to animalistic but he still treated you softly he made sure you were not hurt in the process of being pinned. Of course he still cares for your well-being and the wall crashing on your back, you let out a gentle breath out that makes your body freeze and hitch on halt. You feel Johnny pull you into another heated kiss as he kept your body on the wall pinned with his muscular lean arms. Your hands felt so naturally warm gravitating towards his forearms and around his biceps feeling the tattoos he has on him, and the abs he has makes your imagination run wild and dry. You could go crazy for this guy.

You simply let your body breathe as the kiss took every bit of air you had in your lungs collected. “Oh… hmm you’re so, hmm…” You mumble between the kisses that are passionate and fiery. “Attractive.” You finish your sentence with a soft light laugh away from the kiss. “You have tattoos…?” Your gaze powers down to the tattoos. You whisper impressed as you feel your body shiver with contact on your skin made by him.

Johnny smirks, noticing how you’re gazing over at his physique now that you’re both so close together you’re complimenting his tattoos and muscular arms it makes him feel so much good when he heard it from you.

“Yeah… I got a couple you get to enjoy later.” He chuckled mischievously. He kisses you on your neck once again as he looks at your beautiful face softly leaning back doing that. “You’re not so bad yourself… you know.” Johnny smiles at your comment.

While you’re in your bra and underwear it won’t be long until your white bra around your chest slowly starts to be taken off. Johnny lifts your white bra, revealing your breasts for him as he looks back at them.

He bites his bottom lip as the sight of your beautiful breasts makes him even more uncontrollable in his own head. Your breasts were perfect; bouncy, perky and lifted upwards. Your nipples were a deep rosey colour. It’s almost like they the colour of your blush on your face.

Johnny’s hands groping your breasts, going down to kiss them, playing with them with his fingertips, he knew exactly how to make you feel so flustered right now because while he was fondling your round shaped breasts you were biting your lip in response as it feels so good to have two muscular hands moving them around. While playing with the nipples between the fingers twisting around the sensitive nips to have you achingly asking for more.

It’s like Johnny couldn’t get enough of you in this state. He wants to make you feel even better.

Hearing your lower voice making these soft sounds, Johnny couldn’t hold back, the look on his face tells it all. He’s ready to enjoy you in every way possible. He smiles, and looks at you with the same ole’ flirtatious look smugly. He takes you by your arm as he moves you over to the couch in the room. He makes you sit down and he sits down next to you at first. Grabbing at your thighs and he moves them over his legs. Making you sit on his lap, he kisses your neck as his nose on your neck sniffs your perfume scented skin and the natural scent of your bodily aroma.

You bring your hips tucking them close against his muscular build and the abs as you’re in nothing but your underwear now you feel exposed but so does he and you’re enjoying the view between your nude bodies. Your lower body was casually grinding occasionally you bounce a bit while Johnny held you in the position on his lap. The crotch area specifically was your target as your hips move back and forth in the grinding position, Johnny weakly groans.

Johnny’s eyes widen, as you grinding on his lap was torturous behaviour from you but also he feels so good too. It just makes him even more aroused than before.

“Feeling good?” He asks you slowly as his moves the nose to other spots on your neck taking in your scent as you smell so good and warm. Johnny always thought coffee beans were his favourite scent smell but no, you are definitely number one. He slowly grabs your arms, making you put them around him. Your arms feel very comfortable and warm for him. Johnny smiles up at you giving you a light kiss on your lips. Johnny made sure to pull you even closer to him by letting his hands grab your waist.

You feel amazing but you’re now feeling slightly more brusque you won’t lie.

“Yeah, hmm bit impatient right now.” You tell him with truthful words as you do feel a bit fretful and you can’t wait much longer. You want him so bad. Even though grinding feels nice, it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t the real deal you want. You lean down returning the kiss to become a steamy makeout between the two. As if this couldn’t get even more escalating with excitement you feel your body craving much more and the more he gives the more you want. It was a never ending cycle. Johnny tightens the grab around your waist as your breasts press on his own body in the steamy kiss.

You nip at the bottom lip while your breathing goes even heavier while your chest goes up and down with your heavy breath. It makes you feel so good in this hold. While nipping at his bottom lip Johnny let’s out a soft groan with your teeth brushing on the lips softly as your arms run up and down his nape behind the neck, as Johnny hardens underneath you feeling how horny he must be getting thanks to you.

You feel him smirk against the warm and sloppy messy makeout continues.

Grabbing a handful of your ass from behind as you’re sitting on the lap when you’re both focusing on the kissing you both give to one another, caressing your behind slowly. While you’re nibbling on his bottom lip he lets out a smirk. He visibly enjoys how you’re feeling at his nape while all of this was happening, and he chuckles while his hands are behind you grabbing your round perfectly shaped ass he can’t get enough of. “You want this?” Johnny smirks asking you.

You sigh out with pleasure when the kiss breaks apart leaving your faces apart for a brief moment just so he can caress your body some more, going lower caressing you in your underwear with a deep chuckle leaving his mouth seeing you sigh out. “I want this Johnny, I need this.”

He brushed his hands higher on your thighs caressing them now too, it makes you groan when his hand makes contact in between your thighs.

You sound so desperate for him, it makes him want to continue with you even more.

Johnny understands what you want and if you really need this so badly he’s going to give it to you. Johnny lifts you up going over to the nearest counter in the room that you’re in together, your body touches the cold surface and he slowly plays by the hem of your panties slipping them off down to your ankles.

The couch wasn’t doing it for him, he reckons the counter would be more comfortable and exciting for someone as eager as you. Plus he can get a higher view of you as you’re on the counter gazing down at him with your glint full eyes.

Your hips touch his when Johnny pulls your bodies closer to connect. The sight of the very round and thick tip carrying the weight on your entrance, he brushes himself inside very subtle changes in your walls and posture start to go rigid. You groan at the new sensation when Johnny makes himself fit inside your wet and very flowing eager cunt.

You’re just so dainty and small Johnny thinks that he might split you in half like a kit-kat. But at the same time you’re loving this and Johnny is more than loving this right now, it’s fuelling something inside him to drive more into you.

The length pushing in with all your strength dissolving you’re now a moaning mess as Johnny on the side place kisses on your neck and nibbling on it ever so slightly, as he can’t stop looking at you in so many ways imaginable. When your bodies are locked in the same pace back and forth on the counter top you feel Johnny’s body moving in and out of you with slow and gradual motions that will turn real quick into something else.

Your body is so soft. Your skin, your curves. His hands squeeze your thighs as he pulls you up against him closer than before on the countertop. He whispers into your ear with his mouth very close distance from your face. “Your body feels so heavenly Y/n…” Johnny smiles, moving his hands up to your hips.

“Mhhm so good,” You mumble between the kisses as you feel the squeeze he crafts on your thighs so hardly.

The rocking gets so much more intense, you’re now rocking your own body in a much faster way on the top while your breasts move along the rhythm of your body line. Johnny leans over kissing your moving beasts and occasionally sucking on the cleavage area having you breathless as you’re trying to steady your body on the countertop.

It was so intense you feel the shape inside you changing to adjust to his own large cock deeply inside you going even more, like he was digging to go back and inside you again.

“Oh god so deep, so deep… you’re going.” Your voice broke into whines.

“I know I am.” He whispers in your ear, while rocking more against you in this gruff manner with his cock practically making every space inside you his own, destroying all your insides while having you nicely stretched out.

The grinning face went over to kiss your neck, while his fingers on your skin digs into your skin. He smiles with that dominant nature he carries with him and it’s driving you crazy how a presence can be so suffocating to you in the best way possible. He is going to make sure you feel all the pleasure he can give.

You run down your nails on his back as you’re growing so much closer to your ending it’s not even going to be humanly possible for you to comprehend as your mind keeps blacking out on you, every movement he makes going into you became thrusts. It’s not long until he’s going to start ramming into your body like you’re something to be used for own self-fulfilling pleasure and purpose.

“I didn’t think I’d be here doing this with you, but here I am.” You state with your heavy breathing as your eyes are clenching at every pleasure your stomach was forming.

You made him smile now, he was hearing your words and he couldn’t help but crease open a smile on his face as his body was rutting down and up again in your body as your hips touch gracefully. Johnny loves the way you’re moaning and shaking right now it’s a sight he won’t be able to forget.

Johnny bites his bottom lip, as he leans down, closer to your nape.

“I’m so glad to be doing this with you. And you can make all the noise you want, it’s late…We got the place to ourselves.”

You feel a burning knot in your stomach, a scorching fiery ready to burst any minute now and you’re moaning endlessly, as if it’s enchanting Johnny to want to hear you more.

“Ahh me too, you’re definitely making me feel soo much better after a depressing day.” You murmur as Johnny hears your sweet words, he can’t help but think you’re such a sweetheart right now.

The more your bodies were practically like glued together you feel your stomach hitching ever so slightly more. You feel the wetness piling up and eventually Johnny thrusts once more feeling a warm sensation running down his cock that brings him over the edge as he’s gazing right at you.

Johnny seed your body flinching to the touch as you’re overwhelmed by your running orgasm, as your face becomes flushed up. He moves his fingers down your arms and smiles a bit at you.

“I see you finished,” Johnny whispers close to your face with a few series of heavy pants. Your eyes look up at him trembling from the pleasure. “Good girl, Noona.” Praising you in a low tone to you.

You let out slow whimpers, you’ve never felt so loved just from a guy you only met tonight and you won’t ever regret this. The way he calls you a good girl makes your face more and more flushed.

Your lips open apart. “Did you finish?” Catching your breath you watch the man slowly as he was still deeply buried in you barely twitching now as the movements have stopped but he was still solid hard making you want to move even more. “Where do you want to finish? In or out?” You now ask him with a little smile as you’re let him decide.

Johnny grins out with a chuckle, the idea of you finishing off aroused him even more.

He looks at you with a smug smile. “What do you think?”

“I know where I want to finish, but what about you? You haven’t told me yet.” He whispers dangerously close to your face with the same smug smile.

You softly reply as your heart race. He was so charming that it’s making your body go so mushy that you don’t know how to act with him. “I want you to finish inside, I’ll be honest.”

He stares at you, before he smiles back at you and nods. “Let’s make that a reality.”

The body moved in closer with yours as the pleasure lowly starts to rise once again, and reaching over to kissing you your tongue finds its way in his mouth with ease. Their tongues play against each other while Johnny moves in a fast pace as he knew, that you’d finish him quickly off knowing how good your body feels and you would make him feel so much more pleasure very soon.

Johnny wants to finish this once and for all, while savouring this beautiful moment with you. The many groans escape your mouth as Johnny pushed his hips down towards you repeatedly.

It wasn’t long until you feel Johnny rutting inside your cunt ready to fill it up and stuff it full of himself, and only himself. Johnny grunts deeply while the hands squeeze your hips and lower back with a final thrust into you, you gasp so desperately while you’re now having warm sensations running inside you filling up to your womb. Johnny rushed over his hands down with a few lingering pants. You felt so damn good it makes his mind go fuzzy.

Very carefully Johnny pulls out while you’re oozing out the very fine liquid dripping out of your cunt as he leaves you with a cream pie. You roll your head back and catch your breath once more. This might be the biggest cardio you’ve ever done.

Johnny was mesmerised by your oozing pussy and he leans up to kiss your lips, before he breaks the kiss once again.

“I’m so proud you could make me finish, Y/n.” He smirks a little seeing your shy expression and the exhaustion too, Johnny’s fingers caresses on your face with his fingers gazing into your eyes. “Good girl…” he whispers.

Johnny chuckles. “You look tired. Let me give you a lift home and…” He paused as you stare at him he pulls out his phone putting it on your hand palm. “And your number too.”

You chuckle. “Okay fine. Yes to both things.” You smile as you type your phone number into his phone meanwhile Johnny was watching you from the sideline admiring you.

He has literal heart eyes for you, he might be a fool for you right now.

“Perfect. I’ll be taking you out on a date.” Johnny announces. You’re definitely lucky or maybe your life is starting to get better?

Taking back the phone from your hands Johnny smirks a bit. Who would’ve known a night to your favourite café could lead to sip and share with one of the coworkers leading to this.

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[gimmenctar]

ja que falaram do johnny ter size kink, quero ver falar dele com um mulher tão gostosa quanto ele tipo, um mulherão com peitão, bundona, que exala energia de gostosa mesmo, meio que uma mulher grande sabe?

se me perdoem dizer, acho que o johnny PRECISA ter uma experiência dessa. nosso querido pertence a uma brasileira violão, gente. o estrago que ela não faria com a cabeça dele.

ele passaria horas e horas elogiando cada detalhe do corpo. bêbado de tesão, ele falaria cada merda, ia se fazer inteiro. não passaria 24h sem foder porque simplesmente não consegue deitar do seu lado sem pensar que vc é a mulher mais gostosa do mundo, e as lembranças das fodas anteriores iam destruir qualquer pudor dele.

come to brazil

[kaepop-trash]

Under the Table

It all started with this song and then sort of took on a life of it's own. Gotta love a good monkey brain creation sometimes. This is not edited, or even really thought out for that matter, y'all know the drill. I just needed to get it out of my system so I could move on with my life.

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Tags: Sugarbaby au, (sort of) Infidelity, Rich Brat Johnny

Synopsis: There are a lot of choices that need to be made when you have big dreams. Big dreams require work, sacrifices and time. Most importantly though, big dreams need big bills. That was the decision that led you here.

Mr. Suh was as generous as he was supportive. You had an affinity for business that a self-made man like him could appreciate, he had the money and connections that you couldn't ignore. But it was that spoiled son of his that was an obstruction in your well carved path to success. The son that you wanted in a way you could never want his father.

Warnings: Smut, Sex, Penetration, Spanking, Kissing; Father and Son sleeping with the same woman (Hmm); Risqué public behaviour, Alchohol, Language

WC: 2.4K

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The phone rang in the dark room, making her eyes shoot open. Arms scrambled, letting go of its tight grip on his back. She reached for the object.

His hand came over hers, the weight alone enough to press it down into the mattress— in place. His fingers carded over hers.

"You're on my time now, (Y/N)." He clicked his tongue, voice making her turn to him. His once neatly styled hair fell over his face, shirt hanging open and brushing against her chest.

"Johnny." She tried to sound firm, scolding him. In the back, the phone still rang.

"Try again. With more passion this time." He teased, making her brows knit in frustration. The moment her lips parted, he thrust into her with a clean jerk.

"Johnny, fuck." She moaned, clenching his hand.

"Yes, just like that." He demanded, pulling out so slowly that she whined.

"We have to go." She reminded him, her other hand gripping the back of his neck for dear life. "We're so late."

"I know." He cooed, "But it's just a party, (Y/N). It can wait." He leaned over, kissing over her jaw as he slowly entered her again. "Would you rather I stop?" He asked, knowing the answer already.

She shook her head, wrapping her legs around his waist to keep him in place.

He smiled against her skin, tracing his lips all over her neck, her chest.

"Go faster." She panted, nails digging into his knuckles.

"You feel so good like this, though." His words sputtered as he focused on the grip of her warm walls.

"Johnny," She tried to coax him, "Just a little faster. What good is this if you can't make me feel good?"

He nipped at her neck, "This doesn't feel good?"

She didn't respond for a moment, caught in her own trap.

"It can feel better.” She added carefully after several moments, “Faster." She pressed her legs tighter, demanding more than insisting.

He watched her face as it scrunched closer to the centre, getting more impatient.

She opened her eyes to find him staring down at her, amusement making his eyes sparkle.

"Johnny." She snapped, the hand around her neck slapping his back hard.

In an instant, the glint in his eyes darkened, making her insides flutter to mush.

"If that's how you want to play," He moved back despite her grip. Before she could let out a word of protest, he flipped her on her stomach, "You should have just asked." He landed a single slap on her ass, making her buck forward.

She hissed, feeling herself get wet from the sudden shock.

"Johnny." Her voice was no longer harsh, a desperate plea.

He got off the bed, spreading her legs wider. "Fine, we'll go faster if that's what you want." He lifted her waist higher, "Hands above your head, sweetheart." He ordered.

She did what she was told, his sharp words edging on tantalising.

He entered her without warning this time, both of them moaning loudly.

"What's got you so wet, babe?" He taunted her, not waiting for an answer. 

Once he settled on a pace, Johnny was insatiable. She clawed at her own sheets, trying to find ground while her entire body shook from a mix of his aggressive thrusts and her own muscles.

"I'm going to come" She sighed, picking her head to let him know.

"Finally." He huffed, grabbing her waist harder.

"It's going to bruise." She complained, trying to reach his hand to push it away. Her head dropped back when he snapped his hips. He slapped her ass again, the sound louder than the impact. She wondered if it would leave a mark.

Her body shattered up to her high, a surprised cry leaving her lips. Johnny came almost immediately after, falling on top of her from exhaustion.

She didn't even notice her phone had stopped ringing till the silence felt too deafening. 

His soft laugh in her ear filled the space.

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"Where were you? I called you; why didn't you answer?" Mr. Suh asked the moment the both of them walked in.

"Your son picked me up very late." She pointed behind her to where Johnny stood, still trying to put his hair back in place. The other question was left unbreached.

"He's never had a reason to be on time anywhere." Mr. Suh laughed, kissing her cheek lightly before stepping back. She couldn't tell if it was an excuse or a jab.

Johnny came up beside them, slipping his arm through hers.

"I hope you can teach my son how to behave tonight." Mr. Suh eyed Johnny's crumpled shirt with distaste.

Johnny scoffed, pinching her waist. She bit down on her cheek, stifling her yelp and trying to hide the move with a shift.

"I'll try my best." She sounded distracted, trying to move his hand away.

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Johnny did surprisingly behave. He introduced her to few people and sprinkled in the right praise. She wasn't sure if there was a catch to his kindness.

"So, how did you two meet?" A woman who Johnny introduced as the creative director of the newest popular clothing label asked.

He turned to pick up two glasses of champagne from a passing waiter, taking his arm out of hers. She tried not to feel too nervous at the sudden lack of physical reassurance. Especially when she didn't even realise his touch was meant to be reassuring.

"We're in the same class in business school." To her surprise, he went with the truth. "She's much smarter than me, so I had to bag her." He laughed, handing her the glass. Adding to her surprise, he slipped his hand over her waist, giving her ass a squeeze.

“(Y/N).” She heard Mr. Suh's voice from behind them— stern. She had no doubt he saw Johnny's action. Despite what he told the woman, Johnny was a shrewd bastard. She pushed his hand off her, excusing herself from the woman.

She walked towards Johnny's father, his impassive irritation fixed on the back of his son's head.

"There's someone you should meet." He looked at her with the usual kind smile.

(Y/N) would have had a fruitful conversation with the Fortune 500 CEO Mr. Suh introduced her to if he hadn't been sizing her up the entire time she spoke. When the man did speak, he only mentioned his upcoming summer vacation before swiftly moving on to a discussion with Mr. Suh.

Stuck in place, not knowing what to do, she started looking around the room. 

She wondered if her discomfort was evident on her face or if it was something else. When her eyes met Johnny's, they were on her; the same dark glint in his eyes that made her stomach flip. Except the frown on his lips, the deep furrow of his brows, made him look furious. She wondered if it was something else.

(Y/N) willed herself to look away when Mr. Suh mentioned her name, talking about her promising stint as an intern at his company.

"And she's a pretty face to have around too." Mr Suh joked, catching her off-guard.

"That's a bold thing to say about my girlfriend." Johnny's arm snaked around her waist.

Her heart fell, beating loudly in her stomach. She turned to him with a panicked look, but he gave her a lazy smile. 

He was drunk, she realised.

"But I don't blame you." Johnny sighed, "She is beautiful." He said with his eyes on her, giving her a soft smile and pushing her hair away from her face. Like he was getting a better look.

"You're a lucky man." The man in front of them commented. Her eyes stayed on Johnny, equally furious and confused.

Johnny scoffed, the dark glint returning. "If you say so, Uncle." He turned to give him a half-hearted smile, pulling her closer to him.

She didn't know what to do, frozen in place as she felt everything she worked for fall apart. She didn't dare turn to Mr. Suh, not even ready to figure out what he was thinking.

Johnny leaned over, brushing his lips over her temples. "Come, there's someone I want you to meet." His breath smelled like whiskey and lemon. She couldn't do anything but nod.

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"Why would you do that?" She hissed, "Your father saw you grab my ass too!" She shrugged him off her the moment they stepped away from the ballroom into an empty corridor. “You always ruin everything.”

Johnny smiled, unfazed. "He's the one who wanted me to bring you here as my arm candy. I was just playing the part."

"You're a god-honest dick." She groaned, her fear coming out as venom. "What if he finds out?"

"About what?" Johnny asked, stepping forward.

She groaned, stepping back from him.

"About what, (Y/N)?" He didn't relent, stalking closer.

She tried to look away from him, to back away from him. But both proved to be futile causes.

"You don't want him to know I'm fucking his pretty little baby? For free nonetheless." He laughed when she fluttered her gaze away at that.

"Stop it." She pushed him, "Your father was trying to do a nice thing for me. You've ruined it. Now you're acting like a child."

"He's trying to find a man that will be willing to take you as a trophy wife."

"No," She defended him, "He's helping me make connections. Because he believes in my potential, Johnny." She groaned, feeling her frustration bubble to the surface.

He hummed, unconvinced. "Every person you were introduced to today, by both of us, will call you starting tomorrow." He slipped his hands into his pocket, giving her a glowering look. "Let me know what they say. Let me know who messages you tonight and who on Monday morning."

He was closer now, walking into her personal space effortlessly.

"Your father is a good man, Johnny." She said weakly.

"The kind of man who hires my classmate as his plaything."

Her entire face soured, trying to push him away again. "Business school is expensive. Not all of us have rich daddies to support us."

"You do have a very rich daddy supporting you, sweetheart." He chuckled. She shoved him harder this time. He pushed back easily just to mess with her.

The move made her lose balance. He had to grab her wrist on his chest to keep her from falling. He didn't let it go once she was steady.

"I'm not judging your choices." His eyes softened, "This is about him, not you."

"You hate him so much, yet you're all set to be the next him." Her face twisted, "Or is that why?" Her eyes held the spite her tone lacked. “Some of us have to carve our own ways.”

The words made the kindness leech from his eyes. Johnny pushed her back roughly till her back pressed against the wall.

"So obedient for him, (Y/N). Why can't you be like that for me?" His hands slid up the high slit on her dress, making her breath hitch. "Because he pays for it?"

She felt rage coat her vision, turning her blind to any sympathy. "He's a better man than you." She said the words she knew would hurt him.

His hand immediately grabbed her face, squeezing her chin between his fingers. He made her look up to meet his eyes, "Do you suck his dick as well as you ride it?" He sneered. "You should show me sometime." He added when she didn't respond.

"You can't afford me, Johnny Suh. Even the money you'd throw my way would be his." Her words, muffled from his hold, were no less scathing.

"Bitch." He came closer, lips inches away from hers, "You'll take what I give you. Who's going to screw you like I do? Like the bad little whore you are." His lips brushed over hers, making her gasp. "Isn't that right, baby? Have you ever said anybody's name like you say mine?" He squeezed her cheeks this time, more gentle but no less insistent. "As desperately as you scream mine?"

She didn't answer him, keeping her enraged gaze locked on his. He seemed unaffected.

"Can he even make you come?" His hand slipped past the slit of the dress, brushing against her thighs. Her eyes fluttered shut. "That man only knows how to take, doesn't he?" His lips brushed over her cheek. "There's nothing wrong in taking from him in return. I just want you to see the truth."

"Johnny." She gasped when his thumb brushed over her clothed core.

"Hmm?" He hummed, brushing his lips on the corner of her mouth. She hesitated momentarily, tilting her head to press her lips over his shortly after. Johnny's hand came to her jaw, the other on the wall to keep her caged in. Like he was afraid she'd run away. His tongue flicked across her lower lip, pressing against hers and slowly devouring every crevice. He kissed her slow and deep, taking his time to taste the champagne and fury on her lips.

She was the first to move, pushing him back. He obliged, pressing his lips on her eyelid.

They stood like that for a moment, still like somehow it would make them invisible. Like time would not pass if it couldn't find them.

"I don't think we should do this anymore." She breathed out after several moments. 

Johnny scoffed, "You say that every few weeks." He brushed his lips over her temple.

"I mean it this time. I'm done." She bit down on her bottom lip, afraid that it would quiver. "I can't do this anymore." She tried to move, but he stopped her.

"No, (Y/N) look at me." He urged, trying to grab her cheek, but she evaded it.

"At some point. You'll have to learn to take no for an answer." Her face and voice steeled over, not looking into his eyes at all. "I'm tired of this. I'm not some object you can use to get back at your father." She clicked her tongue when he didn't budge, forehead creasing.

"You're not–" He stopped his voice from escalating. "You don't mean that." He coaxed her, trying to keep her pinned.

"Move!" She snapped, turning to him with untethered rage before looking away just as fast.

"(Y/N)–" He sounded so lost, so hurt. Her face faltered, and so would her conviction if her phone didn't ring.

She reached into her purse, both of them already knowing who it was.

"Yes?" She answered.

"Where are you?" Mr. Suh asked, "It's time to leave."

"I'm just fixing my makeup; I'll meet you at the entrance." She responded, hanging up after.

"You're coming home with me tonight," Johnny said, sounding like a wounded child.

"You don't make that decision for me." She spoke without turning back to him, walking away without waiting for his response.

[anti-romantico]

[snow storm] nct johnny

warnings: couch sex, drinking, jerking, overstimulation

words: 1983

Johnny and you were in the middle of the second movie of your weekly movie night when both got a notification about the current storm snow. "Avoiding going outside is highly recommend"

— Well, I guess you're trapped here. — You said, pausing the movie and looking at Johnny.

— Oh no, so unfortunate. — You laughed at his sarcastic tone. — Are any of the pajamas I've left clean?

— Yes, all of them actually. You have plenty to choose from. — Johnny nodded and played the movie back.

After the movie ended, you went to the bathroom while Johnny cleaned.

The moment you walked out of the bathroom, all the lights turned off.

— Perfect, I was ready for the next movie. — You whined, walking to the living room using the flashlight of your phone to guide you. 

You threw yourself to the couch and heard Johnny getting closer. — Do you have candles?

— Just the ones we used for your birthday. — You looked at him, he shrugged his shoulders and sat down on the floor in front of you.

— It's really early too. — He said, checking the hour on his phone. — We should save the battery of our phones just in case. There's no signal or wifi anyways. — You said, threshing your phone to the little table in front of Johnny.

He imitated you and laid back on the couch. — Now what?

— Do you want to get drunk? I have tequila, vodka and rum. — Johnny laughed and nodded.

After a few rounds of shots, Johnny suggested to play through or dare, but since you were getting drunk pretty fast, it became only asking nasty questions.

— God, did she really call you "daddy"? — You laughed, taking another shot of rum.

— And kept doing it after I told her to stop. I've never had my dick softening that fast before. — It was his turn to have a drink of vodka before asking. — What about you? What was your worst time having sex?

You tried to remember. — Oh, when this guy I met at a party kept moaning his ex's name. — You left the glass shot on the table. — I ignored it at first, he was really good, but I got tired and told him to fuck his ex if he missed her that much.

— What an asshole. — Johnny got up off the floor and moved your legs so he could finally sit down beside you. But you stretched them again over his. 

— Ok, time to talk about our bestest.

— Oh you know her, actually. My last fuck buddy. 

— But there has to be this one time you really loved.

— Are you sure you want me to describe it?

— I'm going to do the same, anyways. 

— Fine… Don't laugh, but there's this time we were so desperate to fuck that we did it in my car. — You bit your lip while looking at Johnny. — You?

— Remember the guy I told you that sent me a dick pic once? — Johnny nodded. — I actually answered after a week.

— Wait, you sent nudes?

— Just with him. Then I invited him over and…

— Oh god, don't tell me you fucked on this couch.

— That one. — You pointed at the armchair at the corner of the room that you never use.

— Was it comfortable?

— Very. We did it multiple times.

Johnny stayed silent while looking at the armchair for a minute before talking. — I dare you to show me your favorite position.

You arched a brow, still pretty drunk. Johnny and you always teased each other, and even made out once, but you never took it further even when, at least, you wanted to. 

— Fine, but you can't touch me.

Johnny pushed your legs and went to the armchair, sitting on it and waited for you. He looked different than the other guy, of course he was bigger and barely could have his legs spread.

You walked to him and turned around, sitting over his crotch. He took a deep breath and clenched the fabric of the armchair.

You laid back until your back was against his chest and turned your face, feeling his heart beat like crazy. — Your turn. — You whispered.

— You have to turn around for that. — Johnny whispered back, finally being able to touch you.

You straddled him and placed your hands on his shoulders, but he put them on the back of the armchair. — This way you can help yourself bounce on my cock. — He stroked the exposed skin and lifted the fabric of your pajama shorts, making you sigh. — And there's another one, you want me to show you?

You nodded and let him push you to the side, telling you to stay in that position. He placed himself behind you, rubbing his dick on your butt.

You pushed yourself back, meeting his hips. He grabbed your hips and started to slowly hump you. 

— Now you see why I like it? — Johnny asked, fastening his pace.

You moaned and nodded, grabbing one of your boobs over your shirt and squeezed it.

Johnny couldn't control himself anymore and pulled your shorts down, leaving you with your underwear. You turned your face when you felt his hands leave you and found him pulling his jeans down.

He humped you harder this time, making sure to brush his cock over your cunt. You met his hips midway and moaned, loving how good he was making you feel.

No words were exchanged, not even after you two cummed. He held you against him, preventing you to fall.

He finally let you go and went back to the couch, and before he could pull his jeans up, you straddled him again.

— I don't think I'm drunk enough. — Johnny said. His gaze followed you, watching you pour a shot of tequila for each.

— We weren't drunk the last time we made out. — You said, chugging the shot and waiting for him to do the same.

— Are we going to make out? — He took the shot and hugged with one arm so he could let the shot on the table without dropping you.

You hugged him from his shoulders and whined when his dick twitched under you. Both still only with your underwear.

— We can always blame the alcohol in case something else happens. — You whispered while playing with the hem of his shirt.

— And what else can happen here? Because not even 5 minutes ago I cummed in my boxers by just humping you, I would be more than pleased if we do it again. 

— Only humping? 

— Unless you have a condom I can use. — You cursed under your breath, you didn't remember.

You got up and ran to your room, Johnny laughed and patiently waited. You looked so excited when you ran back to him with three condoms in your hand.

— Are these enough? — You got back to your place and put the condoms beside his legs.

— We'll see… — Johnny pulled you and kissed you hard, immediately attacking your mouth with his tongue.

Your hips started to hump his cock again, causing both of you to curse over each other's mouths. You felt wet again and sucked on Johnny's lower lip before humping him faster.

But Johnny couldn't wait any longer, he ripped one of the condoms and pushed you to finally free his cock, the tip was red and glistening with precum. You loved the way the condom rolled down his long cock, aching for him to be inside you. You hovered over him and moved your panties to the side.

Johnny guided the tip to your entrance and let you sink down at your own pace.

He was long and a little bit thick. You moaned when he bottomed you out. His hand traveled to your neck and kissed you.

— Wait… — You said when he tried to thrust into you. It was a little bit too much for you.

Johnny tried again, this time slowly. 

But peace didn't rule for long, when you finally got used to his size, you were jumping on him, obsessing over his cock fucking you deep. 

You took off your shirt and let Johnny play with your tits, his shirt also flying away. You were only in your underwear and he still had his boxers and jeans on, but none of you seemed to care.

You felt your thighs cramp, and suddenly stopped. Johnny put you down on the couch and fully undressed, but left your underwear on. He went back into you and showed nor mercy, his hips started to ram against you, making you moan really loud.

Your finger dug deep in his arms beside your head, you weren't in control over your body anymore, it was him and just him.

But Johnny's sanity wasn't any better than yours; his sight was blurry, his mouth was dry, he was going to cum at any second. And so did you.

Your fingers were toying with your clit, prolonging your orgasm and waiting for him to fill the condom. 

Johnny pulled out and removed the condom, tying it and placing it over a napkin. He sat down and pulled you with him, making you straddle him again. 

Your eyes went immediately to his cock. — Are you still drunk? — You asked, your eyes not leaving his dick.

— After that, I doubt it.

— We didn't do my favorite position. — You said, stroking him.

Johnny hissed, still sensitive. — Right, how selfish of me. — With his head laid back, he let you spit on your hand to help you jerking him.

You were able to feel how he was getting harder and harder with your help. He then removed your hand and jerked himself, you gave him another condom and waited for him to put it on. 

Once he was ready, you turned around and helped him line himself, and you wished you would've gone slower, cause you practically sank down, whimpering.

— Shit… — Johnny cursed when you tighten around him.

You laid your back against  his chest, sighing with the new angle. Johnny pulled your legs and positioned them on the couch.

You were so done.

Before you could fully hold yourself, his hips rammed up against your cunt, earning the loudest moans you’ve ever made.

His lips were on your neck, not long after he started to leave marks. His fingers were pinching your nipples and you were a moaning sweaty mess. 

The fast pace he had made his dick slipped out of you, making you whine. He re-inserted himself and continued to abuse your poor hole. 

— You feel so good, John… — Your fingers went to your clit, but he pushed away.

— Let me do it.

It was overwhelming; his balls hitting with every thrust, one hand on your nipples and the other on your clit. 

— Johnny… — You couldn't properly finish the sentence, he was all over you and you loved it.

— Are you going to cum? 

You just nodded, reaching your hand to his hair and pulled it, scratching his neck in the process.

Johnny didn’t give you time to recover when you finally cum, and you tried to pull yourself away from him, but his strong arms around you stopped you.

— It’s too much. — You whined, digging your nails on the skin of his arm. 

— Give me another one, love.

You shook your head, you were practically crying. But your body just gave up. It started to feel too hot for your liking, being in your own body burned like shit.

When Johnny finally stopped, you felt his fingers cleaning the tears from your cheeks.

— Are you ok? — You heard his voice too far, like an echo.

— That was so good. — You earned a chuckle from him. 

— Go get cleaned up, I’ll take care of the couch.

It was when it hit you. His thighs, and yours too, were too sticky. And not to mention the state of the poor couch. 

— God… We should do this more often, don’t you think?

[mistiskie]

pois quero um johnny hard hour gostosinho c ele bem manhoso dengoso derretido c a namorada provocando dando beijo nao pescoco ai ui

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ Johnny hard hours

Cheguei com seu pedido bebê! Como sempre kyky e sua mania de atualizar durante a madrugada. Repetindo, espero que goste e espero que eu tenha atingindo suas expectativas, fique com esse Johnny neném e beijinhos.

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ <3

Nega outro gole na garrafa de vinho, já tinha bebido suficiente, continua com a tarefa de tentar prestar atenção de verdade no filme que haviam escolhido minutos antes. Revira os olhos fazendo manha.

"Amor…você quer parar um pouco e assistir ao filme? É algo interessante, poxa." Reclama, recebendo um 'não' alto e claro perto do seu ouvido.

O cheirinho do sabonete de madeira e ervas ainda estava sob o cabelo meio úmido de Johnny, agraciando seu olfato. Os beijinhos molhado cercavam seu pescoço, convidativos, muito convidativos. Ele se esfrega em você como um gatinho manhoso, querendo mais da sua atenção, você deixa um risinho escapar, quase rendida aos encantos do rapaz.

"Só um pouquinho, meu bem." Enfia as mãos grandes debaixo da camisa que você usava, subindo o carinho para seus peitos. Lentamente vai tomando espaço, não está mais do seu lado, agora entre suas pernas permanece por cima quase escondendo seu corpo devido ao tamanho. "Não se faz de difícil, você gosta que eu sei."

"Aham, do que eu gosto?" Quase falha na frase, desnorteada com a pressão que Johnny força o quadril contra sua virilha, faz questão de que sinta o caralho duro por dentro da calça moletom.

"De muitas coisas e a maioria envolve eu te fodendo gostosinho." Admite orgulhoso.

"E é?" Debocha.

"É. Quando meu pau entra bem e você me aperta que nem louca." A mão sai da mama esquerda, desce até altura do ventre fazendo pressão ali. "E gosta mais ainda quando faço assim porque dá pra me sentir lá no fundo..."

Revira os olhos, trazendo a memória de cada foda na qual já tiveram de volta, deixa com que Johnny levante a camisa, que mal cobria sua bunda, até a altura da barriga.

"Quando prendo suas mãos, assim." Encarcera as duas em cima de sua cabeça impossibilitando a saída. "Ou quando eu bato na sua bunda até ficar vermelha porque você é uma vadiazinha sádica. Minha vadiazinha." Sorri de forma tão inocente para você, não faz jus às palavras sujas que proferia. "Você deixa, neném? Deixa o Johnny te foder gostosinho assim, hm?"

"Deixo.." ele comemora, o que te faz rir devido a circunstância que os dois se encontram.

"É a vadiazinha do John mesmo."

[ljnsdump]

TIMELESS (Johnny x F!reader)

Johnny x F!Reader

We’re a mess, you and I. But the truth is, you captivate me in ways no soul ever will.

Genre: M/F, established relationship, angst, fluff, college setting

Warnings: johnny's mom is deceased in this story, mention/indication of cheating, light indication of choking but still very mellow and just cute 

Word Count: 1,419

This is my second story published! This is just very mellow and heart warming and definitely the kind of love story that you’ll only see in books. I just had this idea in my head at 3 am on April 15, 2022. Hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing it. Imagination is the key.

Read at your own risk.

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It's been a week. A long fucking week. Y/N misses Johnny so much. They're not in a long distance relationship, one of them is not temporarily away, none of them is unreachable, in fact, they see each other everyday in uni.

"Dude, just go get her if you miss her that much!" His friend Mark says when he sees Johnny sulking in a party. It used to be Johnny and Y/N who always came together at parties, making people envious of their relationship. The hot, sexy captain of the football team and the even sexier, hotter, bitchier cheer captain. His hand is always wrapped around her waist in public and fingers wrapped around her neck in private just how she likes it.

Johnny shakes his head and doesn't say anything. For once, Y/N should be the one to lower her pride, she's the one at fault after all.

Y/N didn't even come to this party, she's having her own sleepover with a few friends in her apartment. "Girl, your man's at the party I am telling you." One of the girls shows her the IG story from one of the people in the party. Johnny was seen in the video smiling and watching those dancing and playing.

This wasn't a sleepover, this was just a distraction for Y/N to stop herself from going to that party because of her pride. It's like gathering CIA agents to investigate and spy over one person.

"He's not talking to me." She whines. "It wasn't my fault that I misunderstood the situation. I mean if he and the girl went out at the same time from the men's room then one would assume that they hooked up!"

Then one replies, "But then didn't." Finding her reasoning ridiculous. "The girl went out ahead and not together with the boy she hooked up with because she was scared they'd be busted. They already apologized to you even."

Y/N pouts. "But still. Why is Johnny not talking to me?"

"Maybe he just wants you to admit that you were wrong?"

Another adds. "You were yelling at him even if it really didn't happen and didn't even bother to listen to him."

"Are you guys really my friends?!"

"Yes!" They all yell together.

"But we're on the right side of the argument."

Nonetheless, tomorrow came. It's Saturday and it's usually the day when they both visit the grave of Johnny's mom. They visit every early in the morning, lighting candles and bringing fresh flowers.

Y/N decided to go still. She'll feel bad if she doesn't. But she'll go in the afternoon to avoid Johnny.

In the morning, she decides to wash clothes, clean her shoes and her car. Normally she would do this with Johnny, after they visit the cemetery. Then they'd order lunch. They'd eat by the balcony overlooking the city, judging those people walking on the streets. Then in the afternoons they'd go on a date, it may be a picnic, movie, shopping, watching private events, operas, and at night they'd always be so exhausted.

She frowns and puts her clothes down, deciding not to do it and goes to her room to sob. Y/N scrolls over all social media platforms and looks at every story of their common friends and even Johnny's just to know where he's at right now.

"What could he be doing?" She mumbles.

Then she decides to keep herself busy. From the storage room, she took out a big box. It contains candle making supplies, they both ordered it before because it was so fun to do. She lays everything on the counter.

Firstly, she puts a few cups of wax in the melting pot. Then once it's melted already, she pours the fragrance oil cocktail she made, the color and of course glitters.

And of course a little burns and blisters could never be avoided, especially that she's not wearing gloves. She just groans and continues still. She left it on the counter to set after pouring them into the molds.

Then she sleeps the remaining time until her alarm goes off at exactly 3PM, completely missing lunch but she wasn't hungry anyway. She goes to check if the candles have set already, then she prepares herself as well. She puts on black pants with big white heart designs on them and a baby blue crop top. She puts the candles on a box, picks up her keys from her drawers.

Dropping by at the flower shop, she picks her favorite big bouquet of carnation flowers. The shop owner was already familiar with them because they've been buying flowers there every Saturday ever since.

"Oh, I thought you weren't coming today." The lady says.

Y/N smiles. "Well, kinda had to push it in the afternoon. Got busy in school." And lies.

"How about your boyfriend?"

She tries to maintain the smile. "He's still at practice. I just picked these up so we can go right after."

Y/N finally gets out of there, and she never thought she was suffocating until she got out of that door.

God, she just misses Johnny so much.

When she gets to the cemetery, she brings the candles on her right hand and the flowers on her left. Walking a couple of meters towards Johnny's mom's last resting place.

When she gets there, she lays the candles down first and then the flower. There were no new flowers other than hers indicating that Johnny didn't come. She cleans the area first, collecting the dried flowers and leaves together first then lighting up the candles. She squats on the grass.

"Tita, how are you? Did Johnny come and visit?" She starts. "I don't think he did but I brought you my favorite flowers and I made these candles myself as well. I'm sorry I didn't come with your son today, we just had a minor argument. I know I may sound petty but it wasn't like I'm just the only one at fault. He got mad at me too. Why would he get mad? I was just scared that I'd lose him. Where else can I get another Johnny in this lifetime?" She chuckles. "Anyway, yes, I give up. I'll go and apologize to him. I can't take it anymore, I just miss him so much. And next time, I'll make sure it's gonna be us together coming here again. Watch over Johnny all the time, Tita. Cheer for him, bring God over to watch his games." Her eyes start to water. Did she mention that she missed him? "I need to go now, I'm so hungry. I haven't eaten anything since this morning. Love you!"

When she turns around, she sees a pair of familiar shoes and when she looks up it's Johnny just intently looking at her. First, she pouts, stopping herself from crying but later she gives in and goes to hug him so tight. He smiles and does the same, caressing her head.

"How long have you been standing here?" She mumbles against his chest.

He just chuckles. "I heard everything, baby." Kissing the top of her head again and again and again. "I've made up my mind, I'm definitely gonna marry you."

Y/N laughs and punches his chest. "How did you make up your mind?"

"It's how even when we're not on good terms you still visit my mom, you bought flowers, you made candles," He pauses, bringing her hand up seeing the burns on it, he immediately kisses them each. "I've never been so attracted to anyone this way."

"That's because I miss you." She replies. "And I'm so sorry for being petty, and proud, and unreasonable."

"Don't worry, you can be petty, proud, unreasonable and whatever, I'll still be with you."

She finally lets go of him. "Go on, say your prayers and light your candle."

He sits on her spot before and lays everything beside Y/N's. "Ma, her promise was fulfilled right away." He chuckles. "Thank you for leading me to meet my wife, my life, my woman. I'll make sure to take good care of her because there's no other Y/N in this universe. I miss you, I love you, I wish you were here, but also it's good that you're no longer suffering from your illness. So, I love you."

He stands up and meets Y/N's eyes with a smile.

"Love." She mumbles.

"Hmm?"

Pouting, she says. "I'm hungry."

"I heard."

[neowinestainedress]

soooo... can i ask a drabble with johnny and sex car?

w!: car s*x, outdoor s*x (there’s nobody around tho), unprotected s*x, failed attempt at roleplaying, rough s*x but also romantic idk, size kink, fingers sucking, mexico!johnny bc he looked too hot that day

a/n: this took long, sorry, but i hope you like it! it’s also pretty long cause i’m whipped for johnny + the car is a pick-up truck for the sake of johnny's tall ass

“Babe, seriously, can you stop teasing?” Johnny huffs when you twirl around him and brush your fingers on his biceps teasingly, standing on your tiptoes to kiss his neck. 

“What? You look fucking hot like this,” you say, playing with a strand of hair, and mindlessly going to sit on the open bonnet of the car, but your boyfriend is quick at putting a hand between you and the car, not without sparing you a glare. 

“We are lost in the middle of nowhere, our car broke down and you’re trying to give me a boner.” 

You chuckle. “You already have one, I think I succeeded,” you smirk, tilting your head to the side before running your tongue on your teeth.

Johnny sighs, throwing the dirty gloves on the battery and rolling his head back. What was supposed to be a simple cute date to get lost somewhere and enjoy the early summer haze turned into your car giving up on an empty road in the middle of sunflowers and poppies fields. 

“Can you at least try to make me fix it?” 

“You’ve been at it for an hour, Handy Mandy, you can’t,” you say, cupping his face to kiss him. “You’re not a mechanic, but you look hot cosplaying as one, so why don’t you call a real one that can fix this shit, and in the meanwhile have some fun?” 

Johnny sighs another time. “Seems like the perfect time for a roleplay,” he jokes. You see his hands move to pull you closer but then he takes a step back. “I’m all dirty, I have oil everywhere, I will stain your dress.” 

“Not if you take it off,” you wink, lifting the hem, showing him your bare skin. “Also, you’re hotter like this,” you say, moving close again, touching his arm and face, tracing the black lines on his skin. “It makes you look… rough.” He’s still not convinced but when your thumb brushes against his lips, you see his eyes change. 

“And what can a nice, elegant and polite girl like you do with a man like me?” He asks, strong hand reaching your neck and pulling your head back. 

“You can show me a whole new world,” you say, keeping eye contact. 

“Get in the car,” he orders, pointing to the vehicle with his head while he searches for his phone in his pocket. 

You do as he says, but you can’t help but stare at him from the window. He looks so hot right now; khaki pants falling softly on his long legs, brown belt keeping them tight around his waist, and lastly, the white tank top that wraps his toned, broad chest so well. 

“So, it’s going to take a while for the tow truck to arrive,” Johnny informs you, leaning against the car door. “I could leave, but I will never leave a damsel in distress on her own,” he winks, leaning down, reaching your leg level, placing a hand on your knee. 

You smile, tucking your hair back and giving him an innocent look. “Maybe you could help me out, I’ve got a little problem… here,” you say, slowly parting your legs and lifting your dress just enough he could see your panties weren’t on you anymore. 

“Fucking tease,” he groans, squeezing your leg harder. “In the truck, now.”

“What?” 

“You think a big man like me can fuck you good in those crumpled backseats?” He asks, leaning against the door and flexing his muscles. 

“But it’s… it’s more open,” you mumble, looking behind you in panic. 

He scoffs, eyebrow twitching. “Well, then I’ll go back fixing the car.” 

“No!” You scream. “I mean,” you try to regain your composure, “no, you can take care of me.” 

“As I thought,” Johnny says, moving back to let you pass. You quickly follow him outside, watching him jump in the open truck. 

“Hey, do I have to jump?” You pout. 

“Do I have to carry you here?” 

“Well, with those big, strong arms,” you try to convince him, but he doesn’t move. “You’re so annoying.” 

“I’m fixing the hotel room for my horny travelling companion,” he teases, fixing the pillows and covers on the floor. It’s not much, just something you carry when you feel romantic and decide to go out at night to stargaze after travelling far from the city to avoid light pollution. 

You lay down, watching him kneel between your legs, lifting your pale yellow dress up, exposing your lower half. 

“Wait, sir,” you stop him when he leans down, hot breath fanning against your skin, “why don’t you go straight to show me what you’re hiding?” You tease. “Unless you want to share me when your mechanic friend arrives. I mean, you need more help with the car, maybe you might need more help even with me.” 

Johnny inhales deeply, throwing his head back as he starts to quickly unbuckle his belt. “You always run that pretty mouth so much?” 

“Mhh, sometimes,” you taunt, winking before he gets on top of you, and you feel small again. 

“Fine, I’m going to give you what you’ve been begging for the whole ride,” he says, tapping your thighs playfully, pushing your legs flat against your chest. 

“Fuck,” you moan loudly when he pushes into you, thick dick stretching you out and hitting deep inside. 

“I’d ask for how long you’ve been thinking about this but I’m not sure I want to know the answer,” he groans, eyes falling where your bodies meet for a moment, talking about how wet you are already. 

“Since you picked me up?” 

“Shut up, that sounds terrible,” he huffs, glaring at you, but you only giggle at his expression. “You’re driving me insane today.”

You chuckle and then bring him close to you, wrapping your hands around his neck, Johnny immediately kisses you back. You can’t resist the urge to run your hands on his arms, the light tan given by your, now frequent, dates outside, and the sweat pearling his skin after he struggled under the sun for an hour, driving you insane. 

“You know,” he groans, “it’s not fair you’ve got to see my muscles all day but I still haven’t got a glimpse of your boobs.” 

You giggle, “as if you don’t know them by heart.” 

“So what? Push the dress down, come on,” he orders, watching your hands hesitantly leave his toned arms to reveal your panting chest to him. “Fucking perfect,” he groans as he gets down to wrap his lips around your nipple, sucking on each of them until they’re both hard and sensitive. 

You moan his name, your head rolls back when he starts fucking you faster, keeping a firm hold on your waist while the other hand is planted at the side of your head to support his body up. 

“Have I told you that you look so beautiful in this dress?” 

“All day,” you moan, not able to hide the small on your face. 

“Good, it won’t hurt to hear it one more,” he chuckles before pushing his body down so his lips can directly stay against your ear, “you look beautiful in this dress, especially when you’re a moaning mess because of me. It’s a view.” 

His words make your heart beat faster in your chest and you turn your face to the side to hide how flustered you look. “You were supposed to be rough.” 

“I’m going pretty hard on you, babe. Pretty sure the closest house from here can hear the sounds of our skin slapping. Want me to be rough with words?” 

You shake your head. “No, I just — you’re really hot like this,” you mumble. 

“I’d really hate to ruin your pretty make-up but… if that’s what you want,” he shrugs. 

You gasp when he tugs your lower body up, angling you in a way he can go deeper and faster. “You want to feel small, babe? Is that what you like so much about me?” 

At this point you can only let out whimpers, eyes rolled in the back of your head while you gasp for air. You think you stop breathing for a split second when his hand leaves your side to cup your face, it’s not a harsh squeeze but it’s a strong, firm hold, and you feel like you could come just by that. 

“Open up,” Johnny orders and you obey with no hesitation, parting your lips to let two of his fingers in. “That’s it, good girl, suck it like you suck my dick while I fuck you.” 

You almost choke when he pushes them down on your tongue, watching you gulp and shudder, while your eyes snap open, as if you’re not squeezing harder than before around his cock. 

“Oh, don’t drool, it’s not very ladylike,” Johnny taunts, smearing the spit that’s dripping out of the corners of your mouth with his thumb. 

You glare at him, but the frown on your face disappears as soon as his fingers reach your clit. You feel like screaming from the stimulation, but your whimpers and cries are muffled. 

“Keep quiet, babe, do you want to get caught?” 

You’d argue there’s nobody in miles, probably even the tow truck got lost somewhere in the fields, but you don’t. It’s hot, the sun is shining, and the wind is not helping right now, but you know that’s not the reason why you feel like you could pass out right now. Johnny knows what he’s doing, giving it to you like you like it the most, pushing all the right bottoms, and you know you won’t last long. 

“Close,” you mumble around his fingers, your watery eyes looking up at him that’s hovering over you, and he’d look more intimidating if the wind wasn’t blowing his blonde hair, making him look more like an angel. 

“I know, babe, come on, come for me,” he encourages you, throwing his head back when your nails sink in his thick arms as you try to hold on to him while pleasure overtakes you. You come, head rolled back while your lips close tightly around his fingers to conceal your moans, hips bucking against him, and pussy clenching so hard, Johnny can’t help but come too, realising his cum inside you, pumping his dick a few more times as he watches it drip down slowly. 

You can breathe normally again when Johnny pulls his fingers out, grinning as he cleans your face with his thumb. 

“You should apply the lipstick again, it’s kinda ruined now,” he chuckles, watching you try to recompose yourself, fixing your hair and dress, and doing the same. 

“I wonder whose fault is that.” 

Johnny lifts his hands in defence before standing up and holding his hand out for you. “I’m not the horny one that teased the other.” 

“Oh, please,” you say, rolling your eyes as you stand up with his help and then you both jump out of the truck. “The wait would’ve been so boring.”

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[ncityprincess]

The one before the big ‘three-oh’

Minors do not interact

Happy 29th Birthday to the boyfriend of all boyfriends, the one and only Mr. Johnny Suh🫦🎂

“Man, tonight was crazy fun y/n! Thank you so much, really. How did you score box seats to the Bulls vs the Lakers babe?!” your giddy fiancé exclaimed, high off of the evening’s events. You had just gotten back from the basketball game you surprised Johnny with for his birthday. The tickets cost a pretty penny, but it was worth it. Johnny made all other 364 days of the year magical for you. He deserved a special experience for his big day. It was the least you could do.

Johnny turned on the lights in the house as you took your heels off and set them aside. “Oh don’t worry about it baby. I’m just happy you had a fun birthday. How does it feel being 29, big guy?” The two of you migrated into the kitchen, your typical hang out spot in the house. You loved your little life you’d built with Johnny. From having to share a slice of pizza in your college days, to now being full grown adults and making a comfortable life for yourselves, it was these little moments you looked forward to in life. Making memories with the love of your life made you feel warm inside.

Johnny grabbed two water bottles and handed you one, opening it for you. “You know, normally I’d say I feel the same as any other age, but this year I truly do feel every bit of 29. I guess… it just feels like a serious number because it’s the last one before the big ‘three-oh’, ya know?” Johnny walked up to the barstool you were sitting on and stood in between your legs, cupping your dolled up face. You gave him a tiny, empathetic smile and caressed his large hands.

“You’re gonna be as sexy as ever once you hit those 30’s…just saying” you joked, hoping to soothe his thoughts a little. Johnny tossed his head back and snorted, “wow, thanks babe.”

You giggled along with him, rubbing your hands up and down his broad back. “You’re blossoming into such an amazing man, John. Seriously. I fall more in love with you each day, and it’s an honor that I get to do life with you. I love you so much honey.” Johnny couldn’t hide the blush creeping up on his face even if he wanted to. Of course, always the man of action rather than words, Johnny bent down and placed a gentle kiss on your lips. The action said more to you than any sweet words could.

After the kiss slowed, you pulled away from him and ran your hand across the front of his thigh. Maybe there were a few more birthday festivities you had planned for your man…

“Why don’t you uh, get us some wine and meet me back in the bedroom in a few, big boy.” You shot him some flirty bedroom eyes, something you knew he couldn’t resist. Johnny gave you a knowing smile and backed away from you slowly, holding a hand out to help you down from the barstool. He pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles, and you walked out of the kitchen with a little extra sway in your hips, feeling Johnny’s lingering gaze on your ass.

After giving you what felt like enough time to plan whatever you were conjuring up in that pretty head of yours, Johnny walked into your shared bedroom with two wine glasses in hand, just like you’d asked. He noticed that the lighting was slightly moodier than normal, and took note of the sexy playlist that added to the ambiance in the room. You walked out of the en-suite bathroom wearing nothing but a crimson red silk robe, and a pair of black stilettos.

“Oh well well well, what do we have here baby?” Johnny said as he took in your sexy little look. He gently placed the wine glasses down on the dresser, never taking his eyes off of you. You flipped your hair, the drinks from tonight and the desire to please your man for his special day heightening your confidence. “Hmm, well I guess you can call this your other birthday present, baby.”

“Oh? You mean, it gets better than box seats at the Bulls vs the Lakers?” Johnny flirted. “Why don’t you come unwrap it and find out, daddy.” With that, Johnny all but charged at you and kissed you passionately. You let out a sensual moan, running your hands all over his broad body. After a few moments of making out, you pressed your hands against his chest and pushed him back slightly. “You know what daddy? You’re always working so hard for me. Why don’t you go sit down in the chair? Let me take care of you.” Johnny was hooked under your spell. He would do just about anything for you right now. You guided him toward the chair in front of your bed, and he subconsciously followed.

He looked up at you, mesmerized as you started to put on a little show for him, rubbing your hands all over your body. Your fingers kept dancing toward the rope holding your robe together, but you wanted to drag it out a little more. As if it were right on cue, a particular birthday song popped up on shuffle. The familiar intro played throughout the room, but once the first verse started, the air in the room got a little lighter.

“Wow, very on the nose babe” Johnny snickered. You cracked a smile, giggling at the incredibly literal lyrics of the song. Birthday Sex by Jeremih seemed like an appropriate addition to Johnny’s birthday playlist you had curated beforehand, but in hindsight it did seem a little cheesy. You playfully slapped his arm, slightly embarrassed but also grateful that you two were close enough to be able to share a laugh in intimate situations like this. Yet another reason why you loved Johnny so much. “Shut up!! It seemed like a good song to include at the time. Just sit back and watch, big boy” you scolded lightheartedly.

Johnny held his hands up in retreat, signaling that he was done with the jokes and ready to focus on you. Your hips found the rhythm, and swayed along to the beat. After a few moments, Johnny was hypnotized by your seductive movements. He admired how sexy and confident you were, loving how you moved your body. How did he get lucky to have such a beautiful woman like you?

Johnny’s upper body bent towards you as your fingers inched closer and closer to the tie holding your robe together. You gave him a sexy smile, and played with him a bit. “Aw, you wanna see what’s underneath, don’t ya big guy?” Johnny frantically nodded, licking his plump lips in anticipation. You finally undid the robe, letting it fall to the floor at your heeled feet. There you were, standing stark naked in front of your fiancé. A wave of confidence flowed through your body.

You turned around and bent over slightly, giving Johnny a nice view of your glistening pussy. Johnny let out a soft “fuck”, much to your amusement. You walked back over, stopping right in front of Johnny. His hands automatically moved to your bare ass, rubbing it in appreciation. He looked up at you as if you were the only woman in the world, and it made you feel you alive.

As much as he loved your little peep show, his dick was going to bust through his pants at any second now. Without warning, Johnny stood up and pushed you back onto the bed, shoving his dress pants off and towering over you. You looked up at him dumbfounded, still amazed by the fact that he could manhandle you at any given second. “Babe—baby I’m supposed to be on top of you. It’s your night remember!” You pleaded. Surely he deserved to be the one serviced tonight.

“Shhh, you’ve done enough for me sweetheart. Just need be inside that sweet pussy now. Is that okay, baby?” Johnny looked down at you like the big bad wolf, ready to eat you whole at any moment. How could you resist an offer like that? “Yes daddy. Want you deep inside.”

With that, Johnny rubbed his leaking tip a few times and slowly sank into your dripping pussy. You both moaned in unison, relishing in the closeness of the position. Johnny gathered your thighs on his biceps and placed them around his waist. You locked your ankles in place, bracing yourself in preparation. He built up a strong, quick pace that had you moaning like a whore. “Fuckkkk John you’re so deep baby” you moaned out, wrapping your arms around his neck. Johnny sucked on your earlobe as he pistoned roughly into you.

He was grateful in moments like this to live in a house with just you two in it. Gone were the days of having to tip toe around neighbors and roommates and figure out sneaky ways to pummel your sweet little pussy. He didn’t have to share thin walls with anyone. He could pound into your hole without a care in the world. This is true adulthood, Johnny thought to himself.

Your whiney mewls brought him back to reality, and he turned his head to look down at your gorgeous, fucked out face. Your eyebrows were stitched together, looking up at him with large doe eyes. He loved when you got like this. “Feel good baby? You’re making me feel real good. Yeah that’s it, just lay back and take it.”

You threw your head back in ecstasy, digging your manicured nails into his shoulders. “Ooh daddy I’m so close.” Johnny snuck a hand down to your sex, and rubbed soft circles into your clit. He knew how much you loved a little extra stimulation when you were close to cumming. A couple more thrusts and you were creaming all over his thick cock. Johnny let out a long, deep groan and soon after, you felt warm spurts of cum deep inside you. Johnny thrusted a few more times before he completely stilled with a satisfied groan.

“Fuck baby, this has to be the best birthday I’ve ever had” Johnny said sincerely, playing with some loose strands of your hair. You giggled, still slightly out of breath. “Aw, honey. There’s plenty more where that came from.” You pressed a soft kiss to his nose, and Johnny smiled mischievously.

“I hope you’re not just talking about birthdays, my love.” And with that, Johnny rolled you onto your stomach for a celebratory round 2.

The end 🎂

[luvyeni]

WASH DAY; JOHNNY SUH

pairings. boyfriend!johnny x blackchubby!reader

wc. 0.8k

warnings. anyone can read it , but it is implied that reader is black, fem!reader, thigh riding, oral (f. receiving) , unprotected sex, small size kink, nipple play .

synopsis. johnny knows how stressed you get after washing your hair , thankfully he's there to help you relieve that stress.

authors note. this is self indulgent , wash days and hair day for me last like 2 days and by the end of it i just want to shave all my hair off.

"stupid fucking comb!" johnny flinched , hearing you curse for the 9th time that hour , was he gonna get up and check on you? no , he tried that a year ago when you guys first started dating , and the look you gave him made him feel shivers down his spine.

as you twisted down the last twist , you felt like you could scream in ecstasy. "fucking finally!" you basically threw the comb into the sink , running out the bathroom , opting to clean the mess up later when your fingers stopped cramping.

"johnny!" you jumped on the bed , straddling his lap. "how does it look?" he smiled , rubbing your waist , his eyes wondering down your body , your stomach poking out a little from your tank top , plush thighs against his. "it looks good baby." he said , "what happened to the braids though?" you pouted.

"she canceled last minute , gotta wait until next week , so i just twisted it up until then." he nodded. "you look cute baby." he kissed your lips. "i love your twists so much." he wasn't lying , he loved when you wore braids or faux locs , they made you look even more sexy , but the twist just made you look so cute , especially when you added those cute jewelry.

it made him want to ruin you. he kissed your neck , sniffing your scent , the sent of shea butter that he loved so much. "johnny." you sighed , he nipped at your jaw. "that feels so good." he hummed against your skin. "does it now?" he bit down a little harder , you moaned grinding against his thigh. "i know how stressed you get after doing your hair , let me help baby." he flexed his thigh. "fu..fuck johnny." you whimpered , holding his shoulders.

"god baby , you're so sexy." his cock hardening in his shorts. "walking around in these short shorts all day , teasing me, then not letting me touch you." he squeezed your tits , "perfect fucking tits." he lifted your tank top over your head , titties bouncing. "my baby girl is so fucking pretty." he took one of your boobs into his mouth , sucking on your nipple.

"keep grinding on my thigh baby , i want you to make a mess on me." he kept sucking on your boobs. "fu..fuck johnny , im gonna cum!" you squealed , legs shaking as you came. "sh..shit." you slowed down , coming to a stop.

"fuck baby, get off i want to eat your pussy." you sat up against the headboard , he untied your shorts , you lifted your hips , letting him pull them down , tossing them. "such a pretty pussy." he layed down on his stomach , kissing both your thighs. "gonna make you sit on my face." he pushed his face against your heat , licking your cunt. "john..johnny." you grabbed his hair , pushing it against your heat , he pushed his tongue inside your hole , his nose brushing against your clit , "jo..johnny , want you inside me." you whined , he pulled away , wiping his lips.

"want me to fuck your pretty pussy baby." you layed down against the pillow , you bit your lip , watching him get undressed. "laying there like a goddess , waiting for me." he got in between your legs , spreading them more , his cock pressed against your folds.

"want my big cock , split your pussy open?" he pushed tip in. "pl..please." you moaned , as he pushed inside you. "oh fuck , you're so big." he smirked , thrusting slowly into you , making sure you felt him. "i know baby -shit- your pussy can barely take me , fu..fucking squeezing my dick." he groaned , speeding up his movements.

you grabbed his bicep , your nails clawing at him as he roughed fucked you , your tits bouncing at the impact. "sh..shit baby, i'm gonna cum !" he moaned , "fu..fuck me too!" you screamed , clenching around him. "fu..fuck babygirl , go ahead cream my fucking cock." your eyes rolled to back of your head , cumming with scream , he kept thrusting into you , kissing you roughly.

"oh fu..fuck baby , im cumming !" he growled , cumming. "sh..shit." he cursed , filling your cunt with his cum. "take my cum baby." his hip stilled inside you , his cock going soft. he pulled out of you , cum leaking out from your cunt , taking two of his fingers , pushing it back inside of you. "keep it inside you." he smirked, climbing off of you.

"you know , i really like wash day." he spoke up , cuddling you in bed. "oh really." you scoffed. "i'm glad my stress causes you pleasure." you said , punching his chest. "that's not why." he pouted , climbing back on top of you. "what is then." you bit your lip as he toyed with your nipple. "not only do you look so cute with any style you choose." he kissed your lips , tip pressed against your waiting hole.

"i always get to fuck you silly afterwards."

©️LUVYENI

[onyourhyuck]

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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[gimmenctar]

eu vi em algum lugar sobre johnny e size kink e eu PRECISO que você diga algo sobre isso ou eu vou ter um COLAPSO MENTAL

o johnny claramente tem size kink. ele é enorme e forte, e ele já cansou de mostrar que usa isso a seu favor.

é de pirar a cabeça quando vc usa roupa curta que revela pele demais, ele sabe que em segundos tiraria tudo sem problemas de tão pequenas/delicadas as peças são nas mãos dele. algo em vc querendo provocar “em público” deixa ele louco pra te trancar num quarto e te mostrar quem manda, quem domina.

ele adora ficar por cima e prender seus pulsos acima da sua cabeça usando uma mão só. você finge que tá odiando e se contorce embaixo dele, mas não adianta nada pq, além de muito menor do que ele, vc não tem nem metade da força.

o johnny segura bem forte no seu quadril enquanto maceta, e por causa do tamanho, ele vai bem fundo. vc só sabe gemer o nome dele enquanto ele vê sua figura indefesa se perder no prazer, que só alguém do tamanho dele pode te dar. vc foi moldada pra ele e pro pau dele, e só isso importa.

[vyutg]

joking about his dick being small truly wasn’t a great idea during a party with friends. the laughs and “oohs” at your comment were his last straw. sure, your “joke” was enough to rile him up but to put him to shame in front of your friends? in front of his friends? hun, he’s not gonna let it pass.

he had stayed silent for the next hour. was he mad? upset? embarassed? you didn’t know whether to apologize or just play along with it because, to you, it was just a mere fucking joke. he should’ve taken it lightly because once again, it was just a joke. hell, you didn’t even care about his size! it’s not like you’re gonna fuck him anyway. you guys are friends after all!

“would you like me to prove you wrong?”

you had just exited the bathroom when he spoke. you didn’t notice he had followed you. you weren’t expecting it either. “jeez! lighten up, will you? everyone has already forgotten about it. didn't know you were this... i don't know... fragile? to not take a joke.” you didn’t know where your guts were coming from. the man in front of you was literally looking you dead in the eye and yet you were practically telling him to just forget about it?

“why don't you just help me sort out my growing problem? since i’m so fragile.” ignoring his mocking tone, your eyes swept down to his crotch. fuck, it really was growing. “yeah? let's see if you can still run it when i put all of me in that fucking mouth.”

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