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between us â 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 fatherâs university. You donât understand why they float around you so much, but soon enough, you canât 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: readerâs hair can be grabbed bc iâm 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 sheâs shorter than them and in general feels âintimidatedâ (body type is not specified), no use of y/n
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a/n: iâm sure this isnât 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 itâs not deep and complicated we donât 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 canât say more because i donât want to spoil anything but i just wanted to make this clear. i hope youâll 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 itâs good!! love u âĄ
The Suhs are by now a known presence in your life. Since Mr. Suh started teaching at your fatherâs university, it became almost impossible to not see him for more than two days straight.
You donât 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 âand you wonder how he did thatâ he even wrote a few books, the first ones being analyses of writersâ works, and then a successful mystery novel.
You like him, even if he intimidates you a bit. Heâs a person you can have interesting conversations with, maybe too interesting. You canât 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 donât think youâve ever seen him dressed casually, or crack a joke, but then again, itâs not really your place to know.
But Mr. Suh, also known as Johnny, is never alone when he comes to your parentsâ 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. Sheâs not less interesting or intimidating than him. Mrs. Suh is a drop-dead gorgeous woman in her early thirties like her husband. Sheâs an amazing lawyer, working at one of the top firms in the city, and probably thatâs also why she comes off as piercing to you, itâs like she always knows what to say and do, and you struggle to keep up. And just like her husband, itâs also in the way she presents herself; sheâs 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 donât talk much with them, even if theyâre nice âat least it seems from the few conversations you hadâ you donât 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 âyours includedâ and the small, yet significant, age gap only makes it worse.
It would be easier to talk with them if your father wouldnât 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, heâs 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 havenât, 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. Youâre also jealous of their love, you donât know what a stable relationship looks like ânot that you care to know, nobody your age seems to be doing it for youâ 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 donât 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 youâre free, youâre still suffering the aftermath of all the stress youâve been through.Â
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 werenât 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 couldnât stand your father, you tried to tag along as much as possible to find some connections career-wise. You couldâve asked him a favour âdoubting he would do itâ 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 hadnât been successful yet, but you wonât 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.
âTiring, isnât it?â Mr. Suhâs 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 âday, youâd dare to say, youâre 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. âYeah, but at least the wine is good.â
Mr. Suh snickered, starting to walk over to you, a hand in his hair as he shook it back. âPinot?â
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 wouldâve dropped the glass on the ground. âYeah, Pinot, or at least, I think so,â you mumbled, giggling awkwardly as you looked down and took a step back, trying to put some distance between you two.
âCan I have a taste?â He asked, tilting his head to the side, his piercing gaze staring right into your soul.
You shouldâve 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 didnât, and your hand moved to his almost right away.
You watched him smile in a âthank you,â 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 âalmost emptyâ glass back to you. âAs imagined, my favourite,â he winked.
âOh, good â good. I â I like it too,â 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 couldnât be cheating, right?
So, you scrolled your head, and said goodbye to him, quickly walking out of the room with the excuse âyou were sure your father was looking for youâ but in reality, you just needed a breath of fresh air.
Unfortunately, it didnât 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 couldnât have possibly brushed his hand against yours as he walked by your side to go to his wife, right? And he couldnât 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 âhoneyâ 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 âa slightly more likeable presence to you that wasnât 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 didnât 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.
âSo? Too many secrets to hide?â She joked, showing you her pearly white teeth before winking.
âNo, uhm,â 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. âIâm working. Yes, busy working and trying to survive my dad.â 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 wasnât 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. âSo, work and dad make you, you?â
âNo,â you replied right away, slightly offended too. âI thought we were talking about⊠about things⊠happening now.â
A low chuckle rolled out of her lips, âIâd love to get to know you better, you know? Your family is so outgoing, they canât keep anything in, but youâŠâ she paused, eyes looking at you up and down, âyouâre so secretive, reserved, like a candy to unwrap.â
You gulped, fearing she had the wrong idea about you and her husband and was planning a way to kill you. Aaliyah wasnât 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.
âI⊠IâŠâ
âYou should spend some time with us,â she said, smiling, crossing her legs and moving her braids behind, showing her cleavage, âyou know, at our place, alone. No family getting in the way, no father painting you bad. Just adults having fun.â
âOh,â you gasped, gulping as you felt the air in your lungs disappear. âSure, Iâd love to.â But the truth is, you wouldnât survive being alone with them.
âBeautiful dress, by the way,â she complimented, getting up and walking past you, âshows all the right curves.â
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 couldâve been mistaken for a âgirls support girlsâ kind of moment, but quickly you started to perceive something else. Her looks, her touches and her words werenât any different than Mr. Suhâs ones, so lingering, so secretive, and teasing, feeling like a breeze that taunts your skin with a sense of relief thatâs 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.
Itâs 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 canât explain why he almost treats them as your babysitters.
âWeâll be out today, look after her,â 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.
Youâre 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. âYouâre still a child in his eyes, arenât you? His sweet, innocent, little baby.â
That comment shouldnât have had any effect on you, yet, it does. It feels like he is implying something else, itâs clear in his tone and especially his eyes. But you shake it off, laughing before replying âyes,â 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 donât hear and disappear into your room.
You can avoid them only for so long before you donât know what to do anymore and decide to go downstairs âterrible 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 whoâs 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 sheâs 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. Youâre still in time to go back, just one step behind and you can go upstairs as if nothing happened, but youâre not quick enough.
âHey,â Mr. Suh greets you. âWe were hoping you would join us,â 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 âand more embarrassingly, donât moan at the sight of his sculpted body. And then you smile, a tight forced smile as you still stand like a statue. âOh, I wonât join you, I just wanted to read.â
Mrs. Suh snickers and you watch her turn around to stand out of the pool, strong arms lifting her body up âand only now you realize that sheâs pretty ripped too, the soft curves complimented by the signed abs, toned arms, and thighs.
âYou go to the gym together?â Dumbly slips out of your mouth and by the time you cover it with your hands itâs already too late, but the comment makes them smile.
âYou pay attention to details, donât you?â 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. âAnd I donât train as much as he does, prefer pilates actually.â
âOh,â you reply, momentarily bringing your attention to Johnny whoâs now sitting on the other chair, leaving you the seat in the middle. âHeard is good for the body, nice choice.â
âAre you going to sit, or do we have to drag you here?â 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 youâve ever laid eyes on and that for some reason loves to tease you, youâll be fine.
âSee, it wasnât that hard,â she says when your ass touches the chair, book and lemonade resting in front of you on the round table.
âSo, enjoying your break?â Johnny asks and then throws his hair back to scroll some more water out, but that makes you lose your focus and gulp nervously.
âYeah, needed a vacation. Would be better if it wasnât with my father,â you add, looking down.
She chuckles. âYou two really donât get along. Poor thing, he doesnât get you, does he?â
You hesitate to reply, 1) you donât get if sheâs mocking you and 2) you wouldnât care because the way she called you poor thing makes you feel things.
âHe thinks Iâm a child. I mean, he treats you like babysitters, Iâm an adult,â you reply when your brain starts working again, and sadness fills your expression.
âSure you are,â Johnny adds, chuckling, and you frown. âSorry, itâs just funny that when you get mad at him, you act a bit childlike. Teenagers-like, if it makes you feel better.â
You sigh, frowning as you stare at him. âYou think Iâm stupid?â
âWhat?â He asks, brows raising.
âYou think Iâm as stupid as he thinks I am? Because the way he talks about me would make anybody think Iâm this clueless, hopeless, dumb woman who has no idea what sheâs doing with her life.â
Aaliyah chuckles tenderly, âHoney, youâre smart. Johnny canât 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.â
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.
âOh, thanks,â yet, this is the only thing you mumble, and itâs fine like this. Anything else coming from your mouth could dangerously be a squeal.
âAnyway,â 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, âyour dadâs not here now, why donât you join us by the pool and stop stressing about him?â
You smile but shake your head. âNo, itâs fine, Iâll stay here.â
âAre you sure? The water is perfect,â Johnny adds, standing up and towering over you. âCouldnât convince my sweet wife to jump in but maybe youâre braver than her,â he winks, and you donât have the courage to turn around and see if she saw.
âOhâŠâ you whisper and then look at the pool. If only he knew the problem wasnât the water, you wouldnât think twice about jumping in.
âOh, come on,â 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 shouldnât 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.
âWait,â you try to retort, but you have no choice. Sheâs dragging you to the edge of the pool and Johnny is walking right behind you, youâd be trapped either way.
âHere,â she says, coming to a stop when you reach the border of the pool. âMuch better than sipping lemonade while reading a book all alone, right?â
âI donât have a bikini,â you say, only now realizing you didnât go downstairs for that.
âAre you wearing lace?â Johnny asks, walking so close that you can feel the heat of his body.
âWh-why do you care?â
âDummy,â he chuckles, âif youâre not, you can jump in anyway, it wonât ruin the lingerie.â
âOh, of course, yeah, of course,â you mumble, looking away to donât show how embarrassed you are. But their laughs âeven if lightheartedâ donât help you at all, and you still feel trapped between them. âNo, by the way, I have no reason to wear lace,â you add, trying to fill the silence.
âReally?â Aaliyah asks, tilting her head to the side. You turn around, facing the pool so you can look at them both âand fool yourself you have a way out now that your back is free.
âWell, yes⊠Iâm⊠Iâm not really peopleâs type,â you mutter, torturing the inside of your cheeks and your fingers.
Johnny snickers, âWeird, you look exactly like ââ he doesnât finish though, and you barely see the glance his wife gives him to stop him. âIâm sure you are someoneâs type.â
You nod, but your brain is slowly melting, from the weather, from their closeness, and now because you canât understand why she stopped him and what he truly wanted to say.
âUndress,â she says resolutely, and youâre brought back to earth, staring at her with wide eyes. âTo swim⊠remember?â she finishes, head tilted to the side and a mocking smirk on her face. You know sheâs having the time of her life watching you panic, youâre giving it all way, from the way your breath falters to the way your chest heavies.
âSure, to swim,â you repeat but itâs 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.
âAre you coming?â Johnny asks, voice raspy but clear.
You hum, kneeling down, feeling the water with your hand. Itâs not cold enough to calm you down and to make you take time, you have to jump in. So, you do. Itâs not too deep and you can walk to them.
âItâs nice, isnât it?â Aaliyah voices out, deeply breathing in the air and moving her fingers in abstract figures on the surface.
âYeah. IâŠâ you look down, watching your bra and how little it covers, the damp fabric highlighting your hard nipples even more.
âShy?â It rolls from her tongue like venom, so sweet yet poisonous as her eyes lock in yours.
âNo, no,â you laugh awkwardly. âWhy would I?â
âWe wouldnât blame you, we can come off as quite intimidating at times,â Johnny says, the corner of his lips twitching in a smirk before it relaxes.
âYou donât intimidate me,â you lie, chuckling and crossing your arms on your chest.
She laughs. âMy nipples are hard too, babe. Itâs the cold,â she reassures you with a smile, but you donât feel better. Youâre not so sure itâs only the cold, you think they became this hard a few minutes ago when you were practically sandwiched between them.
âWhy did you come here?â You ask out of nowhere, and their expressions change. âIâm sorry, itâs not like I donât want you here,â you explain, âbut you could do vacations on your own and donât have to suffer through my father, so I donât understand.â
âThought we said not to talk about him?â She says, raising a brow.
âWell, I want to talk about you. You two have it all, youâre rich, powerful, smart, in love, and yet, youâŠâ you float around me, always, constantly, â...you spend so little time together.â
Mr. Suh laughs, his head rolling back for a second. âWeâre always together. I come home to her, not your father,â he jokes and she laughs, nodding in agreement.
âAlso, this might not be the only vacation we will do this year. We always go to Santorini in September before Uni starts,â she adds.
You hum, biting the inside of your cheek.
âBut letâs talk about you,â she says. âWhy are you here? Your brothers didnât come.â
âMy brothers can do whatever they want, I canât.â
âWhy?â This time Johnny is the one asking.
âIâd let him down,â you add, lowering your gaze because you donât like the look of pity behind their eyes. âBut I donât want to think about him. Youâre good at diving,â you change the subject, addressing Johnny, hoping it will be enough to move the focus from you.Â
âThanks,â he replies, a proud smirk on his face.
âDonât stroke his ego, heâs going to jump again and splash around,â she jokes, rolling her eyes.
âYouâre already wet, so why would it be a problem?â 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 donât drown you with his jump. Your skin is on fire as her hands place on your back as she guides you and youâre thankful your feet can touch because you can barely walk, so imagine swimming.
âHe was in the swimming team in high school,â 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. âHe was so good, I think I fell in love on the bleachers watching him swim.â
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 wouldâve ever imagined to still be here after so many years. But in any version you come up with, you still donât fit. Actually, it makes you look like a stain even more.
âYour love is⊠strong,â you whisper when Johnny finally dives in and she cheers before bringing her attention to you.
âIt is,â she agrees, a sweet smile showing her straight, white teeth, âeven though weird things happen sometimes.â
You giggle, frowning. âWeird things?â Your voice is shaking, and you donât want to connect the two dots that are so vivid in your head.
âWhat are you talking about? Praising me?â Mr. Suh asks, grinning, running a hand in his wet hair before hugging his wife from the back and kissing her cheek.
âNot about you, nothing impressive about that jump,â she jokes. âAbout us.â
âUs?â
She hums. âI was telling her how I fell in love with you, and she said our love is strong.â
You want to ask about the weird things, you want to ask so much more, but you donât. And you simply stand there, watching Mr. Suhâs hands wrap around her body, feeling jealousy in the pit of your stomach.
The whole thing gets more intense as time passes by. Youâre curious about them, as individuals and as a couple, and you canât deny the tension anymore. Not tonight.
The three of you havenât 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 âwhen heâs not attached to Mr. Suhâs assâ and some of his other friends, but itâs useless. Your head always turns in their direction, itâs almost like a voice is luring you in.
You guess you look dumb from the outside, and youâre sure that if you looked at yourself in the mirror you would tell yourself to work on the way you stare at âalmost strangersâ with eyes filled with lust. You donât want to, you donât want to look at them, even less with that wide-eyed gaze and agape mouth, but you canât help it.
âHoney,â your motherâs voice scoffs, âwhat are you doing?â
You perceive her scolding âdisgustedâ 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.
âSorry, I was zoned out,â you justify, chuckling awkwardly, but it only makes her frown more and sigh. âIâm a bit tired,â you lie, trying to fool her.
âJust donât look weird,â she dismisses you with a wave of hand. âNot more than the usual,â she adds, leaving you alone.
You roll your eyes, scoffing loudly once youâre sure sheâs out of sight and then start walking to the table with the drinks. Youâre 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 doesnât 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 doesnât matter because your biggest problem still stands.
Your problem is standing on the other side of the room now that youâre sitting on some couches with the fourth drink in hand. You shouldnât feel like this, stomach upside down and a frown hardening your beautiful features while you look at them. But you canât help it. Mr. Suhâs hand sitting at the side of Aaliyahâs waist, his thumb rubbing soft circles over the maroon dress sheâs wearing. You canât 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. Itâs 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 donât. Youâre 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 Johnnyâs on her waist. Youâd love to roll your eyes and huff âheâs yours, we get it,â 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 youâre not even in the room anymore.
Your shoulders drop, your breath gets normal again, and your head lowers. Itâs not normal to feel like this, especially when it all feels like a mockery at times. You know thereâs no space for you. You canât be her and run your fingers in his hair without getting scowled at for ruining it. You canât be her and kiss him on the lips and chuckle when he rubs your nose against yours. You canât 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 donât work. When you go back to sit at your spot, you realize theyâre sitting opposite to you. Youâd leave again but you have no excuse, and it would become even more awkward now that your father sits next to you. But itâs fine, theyâre 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. Youâd 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 Johnnyâs lap, somehow her back manages to stay straight even if sheâs 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 theyâre 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 itâs Mr. Suh the one looking at you. All the anger and jealousy fly away. Thousands of eyes on them, and heâs still looking at you. His wife is in his arms, and heâs still looking at you. Your father is at your side, and heâs still looking at you.
You gulp, shifting on the spot to try to get comfortable and stop the painful throbbing between your legs, but itâs impossible.
Mr. Suhâs lips flicker in a small smirk, and then his brow rises, thereâs also a small raise of the cup heâs holding, and you immediately turn around, just to make sure your father is not looking. You canât believe heâs so bold, flirting âor whatever he is doingâ 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 donât. Youâre actually quite ashamed the whole thing turns you on. Itâs hot, and taboo, and taboo but hot. And come on, youâve been subtly flirting with a married couple, this shouldnât 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 donât, even if itâs only a naughty game, their eyes are on you.
Itâs 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.
Itâs only you and them.
Eventually, you start spending more and more time at their place. You tell yourself itâs because theyâre easygoing and you can easily escape from your house âto be more precise, from your father. But the truth is, youâre 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 donât open up to them much, fearing that if they discovered more, theyâd quickly stop giving you attention.
Attention.
Thatâs another thing you enjoy about being with them. You feel seen. Even if their chemistry is over the roof, they never leave you out, youâre not a tapestry with them. They listen to you, even if you donât 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. Itâs not like youâre poor âeven if you have decided to donât ask for money from your father, some privileges from your wealthy family come anywayâ 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 arenât only economical, they spoil you with homemade dinners at their place, movie night on their couch, and something moreâŠ
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. Itâs like a dirty game, you are their dirty game. But you donât hate it. You know they both know what theyâre doing, but you love this secrecy, the way youâre 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 itâs something.
Or so you think.
One second, youâre confident, and the other you feel like youâre making the biggest mistake of your life. You start wondering if youâre pathetic in their eyes and are nothing more but a plaything for them to toy with and discharge when theyâll 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, didnât make you feel dumb. So it feels impossible to pull away from them. Even when your father starts getting mad at you about it.
Heâs 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 âeven before himâ and he doesnât like it.
âJohnny and Aaliyah have a beautiful relationship,â he starts, scolding you, âdonât try to screw it up, youâre not half of her worth.â
And thatâs the first time you cry at night about it. You donât want to listen to him, but you canât help but question why they would choose you. Even if itâs just a game, even if it means nothing, you canât find a reason why. You donât know who started this first, but itâs not like it would be any different, theyâre both hot, smart, talented and successful, and your father is right, youâre not half of her, or his, worth.
Yet, you canât let it go.
If you know their townhouse by heart, you canât say the same for their holiday house. Itâs your first time being there after they invited you to their getaway weekend. You didnât hesitate to say yes, pack your best things and leave.
You didnât want to wander around but they left you all alone and didnât show much of the house, so you took this opportunity to see a bit more.
The place is big; in the spacious hall, youâre met with the stairs once you enter, the big living room and on the right thereâs the kitchen with a grand island in the middle and the table in front of the wide window. Farther down the corridor thereâs a small bathroom and a room you couldnât open. Youâd like to go outside in the garden and chill next to the pool or under the porch, but itâs like upstairs is calling you.
On the first floor, there are the bedrooms and a studio. Your room âwell, the guest roomâ 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 donât want to pry, but curiosityâs got the best of you, especially after trying to open that room downstairs that wonât open. But you know you donât want to find the keys to that room when you enter their bedroom âyes, you do, but thatâs not the main thing.
Your lips part when you enter. Itâs 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, thereâs a small sitting room with a two-seat couch and two armchairs.
You should stop and donât step further but you donât listen to your brain.
On the wall in front of the bed, thereâs a fireplace and on top of it thereâs 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 canât 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, itâs bigger than the bench at the end of the bed, and something about it screams at you to open it.
You shouldnât, you feel like youâre invading their privacy âand well, you areâ but you donât stop.
You kneel in front of it, and a part of you hopes itâs locked somehow so that you can walk out of there and pretend nothing happened. But thereâs no lock or key, you just have to lift the lid to see whatâs inside.
Your lips part and a gasp comes out of your mouth when your eyes see whatâs inside. You freeze. Close it and leave. Your brain screams, but youâre stuck, eyes blinking as you try to make sure youâre not making it all up.
âOh my God,â you gasp, hand falling from the lid to shakily touch whatâs inside. There are other boxes but, for now, you donât 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 donât get the differences, ropes and other items you canât name. The closed boxes have labels on them, lingerie, anal, vibrators, and dildos.
Your hands grab one, opening it, inspecting whatâs inside with surprise and curiosity, and then another, and another. To be honest, you donât know why you are so shocked, you own some toys âa vibrator and a small dildoâ but youâve seen much more than that, and it shouldnât be surprising that a couple like the Suhs have freaky, kinky sex. Yet, itâs overwhelming you.
You are so caught up looking into the box that you donât hear the door open and Aaliyah stand behind you with just a rope wrapped around her body.
âLooking for something?â
One of the boxes falls from your hand when Mr. Suhâs 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 canât.
Their gazes are piercing you and pinning you down against the floor and a feeble âIâm sorry,â 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 donât, 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.
âCareful, you donât want to hurt yourself,â she says, a veil of genuine concern and something else, a lot of something else, that you canât decipher.
âI told you she was curious,â Johnny says, talking to her once she lets you go after she makes sure you can stand on your feet.
âI â I donât know why I did that, Iâm sorry,â you mumble, looking down and torturing your hands, but the toys abandoned on the floor only make you look outside. âI thought you were out.â
âI was,â Johnny says, âwent buy something sweet for you. But it looks like youâll get something sweeter tonight.â
Your brain panics, trying to assimilate everything they said to you. âYou â you were home the entire time?â
She smirks. âDidnât hear the water running?â
You sigh defeated, pressing your lips together and shaking your head.
Johnny chuckles before kneeling and talking to you again, âYouâre lucky we didnât want to use these on you tonight, Iâm not really in the mood to clean them all up,â 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.
âOn â on me?â You mumble still struggling to breathe.
Aaliyah hums. âAll this teasing has to go somewhere, right?â
âI â IâŠâ You â You⊠you wished this so much that now that is happening you donât know how to feel anymore.
âYou donât want us?â Johnny asks with genuine care and your eyes widen, terrified they will get the wrong idea.
âNo, I do, I do, but I donât want to â I⊠I promise Iâm not weird, I donât even know why I came here, or why I opened that, itâs just so eye-catching, itâs red and nothing in this room is red, andâŠâ
Your rant gets interrupted by two lips on yours. You donât 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 itâs her. Itâs her soft yet firm touch, itâs her body against yours.
And then youâre trapped again, Johnny is behind you, and you feel small and powerless.
âWeâre not mad at you, honey,â he says, fingers running against your neck as he moves your hair back, âweâre kinda glad you snooped around, we werenât really sure how to initiate this.â
âOh,â you gasp. âBut Iâm not weird, Iâm not a stalker, I promise.â
âWe know,â she stops you again, chuckling, âmaybe you wanted to get caught. Johnny called your name when he was downstairs, you didnât hear him?â
Your lips spread partially as you try to remember but youâre sure you didnât hear his voice or the shower. âNo, I⊠I think I was too caught in⊠into⊠wellâŠâ
They snicker.
âNaughty girl,â she mocks, gently cupping your chin. âFound something interesting?â
âUhm, noâŠâ
âNo?â Johnny asks and you feel something against your bare thighs âwearing shorts was a bad idea. It has fringes and it tickles. âNot even this?â
You look down and see the black flogger in his hands and you gulp. âI never tried any of these before⊠Iâm not even sure how some of these things can bring pleasure.â
Aaliyah chuckles, shaking her head. âOh, babydoll, youâd be surprised.â
âYou want to tie me?â You ask innocently and they laugh.
âNah, seems a bit cruel for our first time, donât you think?â Johnny says, hands wrapping around your stomach.
First time? There will be another one? You think but you donât ask. You probably already look depraved enough to their eyes, you donât want to make it worse.
âSo, want to have fun with us?â
âYeahâŠâ
âHesitating?â She questions, caressing your cheek to soothe you but her touch only makes your body buzz in excitation.
âNo, I still donât get why you would want me,â you whisper, diverting your gaze.
âHave you taken a look in the mirror?â He says, big hands caressing your waist and lips brushing against your neck.
You shake your head. âI still think I donât fit between youâŠâ
She grabs your chin, lifting your head. âThen why donât you stop thinking tonight, mhh? Weâll give you a reason to believe why you do fit, instead?â 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 donât hesitate anymore; youâre curious, youâre 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.
âYouâre beautiful,â 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 husbandâs hands are leaving your body untouched. You press your lips together to donât moan already, it would be so humiliating to do so, but itâs almost as if they know.
âDonât hold back,â Johnny whispers against your ear, shivers running down your spine. âWe take pride in what we do, and want to hear you.â
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 âDonât.â Her voice is sultry, sweet like honey and intoxicating, and you can only obey. âItâs not fair when Iâm so bare at your eyes, donât you think so?â
âYes,â you manage to breathe out, and then turn your head to stare at Johnny, the only one whoâs completely covered. You donât say anything, but your eyes speak louder than any word. Youâre 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.
âLater, honey,â he chuckles, shaking his head. âDonât be greedy. Too much on your plate, then you canât chew.â
His wife snickers, pushing him back from you. âFollow me,â 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.
âI didnât think you would be so shy, doll,â she points out, watching you hesitantly climb on the bed and crawl to her.
âSheâs not,â Johnny replies for you, âsheâs just playing with us.â
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 donât think about him until you feel the bed bend with his weight and then his hands on your thighs.
âOr maybe she just needs to ease into us,â she suggests. You catch sheâs telling him something, itâs a quick conversation with eyes and mouthed words; you donât get it, but you donât 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 âor better, doesnât annoy you that much anymoreâ when his fingers hook on the band of your panties and pull them off.
You squirm, hiding your face against Aaliyahâs arms but theyâre quick at reassuring you.
âStop hiding away,â Johnny says, âyouâre beautiful, honey.â
But your confidence itâs not the problem. Youâve never been the centre of attention, you never had two pairs of eyes, lips, and hands on you. You donât know how to cope with all of this.
You gasp when her lips wrap around your hard nipple and she starts sucking. And you canât control your hips when his hands brush against the apex of your thighs before lingering over your sensitive pussy.
âCan I taste you?â Johnny asks, softly caressing your skin.
âYes, you can.â Youâre 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, heâs only leaving delicate kisses on you and small kitten licks but thatâs not the only stimulation youâre receiving, Aaliyahâs mouth and fingers lick and pinch on your sensitive nipples are not helping you calm down.
âOh my god,â 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.Â
âLook at you,â she teases, pulling away from your boob to pay attention to your face, âso wrecked and we barely even started. You love the way my husband is eating you out?â
Your eyes open to meet hers, and you regret it right away, the intensity of her gaze making you feel something youâve 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 sheâs mocking you. âI know, doll, I know, heâs good with his mouth.â
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.
âTaste so good,â he mumbles pressed against your skin, the vibrations driving you insane. âSo wet for us, you wanted this so bad, didnât you? Our desperate toy, we made you wait for so long.â
Youâd 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. Heâs so caught up he probably doesnât 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. Thereâs 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 Aaliyahâs fingers add to the mess between your legs, and you bite your lips so hard you almost bleed.
âToo much,â you cry out, looking for mercy in her eyes when she draws them from her husband and your cunt to your face.
âToo much?â She coos with a condescending tone. âYouâre bucking your hips against his face and want me to believe itâs too much?â
You groan loudly, giving up as your head falls against the mattress again. Her arm is not there anymore as sheâs 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 youâre not the only one groaning; Johnnyâs 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.
âYouâre so hot youâre making him hump the mattress, babydoll,â she points out. âThatâs the effect you have on him. Still doubt youâre not enough?â
You donât, not right now, you donât want to think about it. Still, you shake your head, earning a soft, pleased smile and a âGood girl.â
It makes your stomach tighten, your toes curl, and your hands clench around the sheets. âJohnny,â you whisper, keeping your mouth parted as you try to let more air in, itâs a beg for release but you canât 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 doesnât belong to you âGod if he finds it endearing the way you still call them Mr. and Mrs. Suh sometimesâ makes his heart pound and his dick ache. Youâre 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 couldnât stop thinking of you.
And that was crazy, because the only woman he ever had was his wife, and never he wouldâve imagined he could feel so attracted to someone that wasnât 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 Aaliyahâs wrists. You feel like the orgasm will make you fly away, but before that, Johnny will kill you with just one look.
âPlease,â 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.
âLet go, honey, come in my mouth,â 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.
âWant to see you,â 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. âWe need to work on your stamina.â
You pout as you justify yourself, âIt was too good, and I havenât come like this in â well, never.â
Johnny chuckles, smirking proudly before he stands up at the edge of the bed. âWant to see me, honey?â
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 itâs not like you havenât seen that before.
âWhat?â You scream annoyed when she covers your view, standing on her knees between you and her husband, giggling at your disappointment.
âHe needs a hand, baby,â 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.
âPlease,â you whine, closed fists slapping against the bed.
âFine, greedy little thing,â Johnny chuckles, and so does she as they finally give you what you want.
Your eyes and lips widen, and you gulp. âOh⊠wowâŠâ
They laugh, itâs a soft sound that creates a beautiful harmony, and even if theyâre 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.
âDonât worry, you can take it,â 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.
âI donât think I can,â you mumble, glossy eyes looking into his first and then moving to hers. âMaybe you should.â
âOh, I do, trust me,â she replies, smirking before kissing your neck.
âTonight is about you,â Johnny reminds you, doing the same as sheâs doing but on the other side. âIt will fit.â
âMhh,â you mumble, feeling weak and overwhelmed.Â
âLet me make sure it will fit,â she sings happily, now taking the spot between your legs.
You moan against Johnnyâs mouth when her finger pushes inside you, humming in delight as she feels how wet you are. You canât see her, eyes closed as you get lost in the kiss, but just her presence is enough to make you tremble.
âLook at you, itâs so easy to turn you into a puddle,â she teases, watching as you can barely kiss Johnny back. Something about the kiss you and her husband are sharing makes her head spin. Thereâs something about you, something new, something theyâve never had before. Youâre so delicate, like a flower, and your petals fall perfectly between them. Just like right now, sheâs sure thereâs nothing in your brain, and yet your lips follow Johnnyâs, 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 theyâre doing, sending shivers all over your body and pushing you further down into that haze.
âYouâre taking my fingers so well, youâre so eager to feel Johnny inside, arenât you?â
You mumble a reply as you finally pull away from Johnny, a thread of spit still connecting your lips, but you donât notice until he breaks it off. âWant to feel him.â
They snicker, and then their lips are on you; Johnnyâs 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.
âI donât think youâre ready, yet, pretty girl,â 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. âSo wet, dripping all over my fingers. I bet you taste so good, maybe Iâll get a taste one day, uhm?â
You squeeze your eyes, uselessly trying to calm your breath, itâs 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 donât reply but you internally scream that yes, you want her. You want to feel her soft, full lips on you, you wonder if sheâs eager like Johnny or more meticolous, if she moans loudly or keeps quiet. You donât know, but the mere idea makes a growl roll from your lips.
âSheâs good with her fingers, isnât she?â Johnnyâs 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. Heâs 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 itâs useless. Neither of them wants to stop.
âWhat, princess? We have to make sure youâre ready to take my dick,â 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.
âToo much,â you cry out.
But she tsks, shaking her head. âYou have to be all stretched out for him, doll. You donât want to break, do you?â
You shake your head before it rolls back, and your face contorts more. You donât want to break but you feel like you might explode from this alone. Sheâs incredibly skilled in what sheâs doing, itâs 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.
âJust a few pumps and then heâll fuck you exactly like you want,â 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 donât even see the orgasm coming when it washes over you, knocking air out of your lungs. Itâs her two fingers pumping into you, curling and scissoring, after she pulled the third out to move faster, itâs Johnnyâs thumb on your clit, flicking it swiftly, and his lips on your nipple, sucking harshly. But mostly, itâs 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.
âYou come so easily,â she mocks, pulling her fingers out once sheâs sure youâre done, and slapping your clit, making you hiss.
Easily. If that was nothing to herâŠ
âNaughty girl,â Johnny scoffs, pulling away from you and you whine when their hot bodies are not on you anymore.
You sigh, thinking since when youâre so pathetic and needy? You truly canât last more than ten seconds without having them all over you?
âIf you were ours that wouldnât have gone unpunished,â 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. âFuck, youâre so beautiful, honey.â
The compliment makes your heart swell and you weakly smile back at him.
âCome on, fuck her already,â Aaliyah encourages him, pushing his hips closer as she stands at his side, âshe deserves it.â
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 thatâs fluttering, begging him to fill you up already.
âJohnny,â 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 theyâre not paying attention to you, eyes locked into each others, and still have you under control, makes you whine even louder. âStop teasing her,â she orders, cupping his chin and pulling him closer. âDonât you see how badly she wants you? Dripping on the sheets like a kitten in heat?â
You frown at her comment even if well, sheâs right. Youâre sure youâve never been this wet your entire life.
âAs you wish, milady,â he jokes and in a second, heâs inside of you.
âFuck,â you scream at the stretch, even if he didnât bottom in, you still feel like you can barely breathe. âOh, shit.â
âDamn, honey, Iâm not even halfway in,â he comments, stopping and looking at you with a worried face.Â
âNo, Iâm fine, I was â too caught up,â too caught up in you two and I barely remember my name.
Aaliyah snickers, shaking her head. âYouâre so cute, doll,â she hums, caressing your thigh, âjust relax and take him all, uhm? Heâs going to fuck you so well,â she says before addressing her husband, âright, Johnny?â
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 youâre 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. Youâve seen them in similar circumstances before, but this, this, is different. Johnny is kissing his wife while heâs 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 itâs fine. Tonight, you donât want to think, you donât 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.
âFuck, baby,â they moan when they pull apart, giggling at the way theyâre 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 youâre 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 Johnnyâs 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 canât make out anything of what she says.
Then Johnnyâs hips come to an alt, and your throat dries.
âWe were thinking you got to come two times already,â he starts, licking his lips, âand while Iâm having fun with you, you will agree we kinda neglected Aaliyah, right?â
You nod quickly, eyes moving between the couple in swift motions.
âSo, what do you think about turning around and eating her out while I keep fucking you?â
Itâs like your brain sparks up and shuts down at the same time at his words. You nod eagerly, mumbling âyesâ while a small, fucked out smile creeps on your face.
âYou want me, baby?â She asks, voice slurring out of her lips like velvet.
âYes, please, want you so bad,â you reply, body buzzing in excitement as you take her body in.
You donât have time to complain when Johnny pulls out of you, he swiftly turns you around, strong arms moving you as if youâre 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 canât use your lips.
And there she is, resting against the headboard with her legs spread right in front of your face. Her pussyâs 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. âCome on, donât be shy,â she encourages you, one hand gently cupping the back of your head, massaging your scalp, âdonât tell me itâs your first time.â
Well⊠not exactly, but you werenât a pro at this either.
âOh, youâre always on the receiving end?â She snickers, looking down at you. Eyes piercing you, pinning you down in your place. She has this thing, itâs like magic, one look and youâre right where she wants you, how she wants you.
âMostlyâŠâ you admit shyly, looking down again.
âWell, time to change that,â she says before pushing you against her pussy.
Your lips move shily at first, itâs almost as if youâre 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.
âFuck, baby, just like that,â she praises, hand still caressing you but not pressing you down. If it was somebody else âeven Johnnyâ she wouldnât 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 doesnât wait before his hips start slamming against you, but heâs not going too fast. And the pleasure heâs fucking into you urges you to do better. You try to do what Johnny did to you before and every other person youâve been with, and be better than the other times youâve eaten pussy before.
âYes, pretty girl, focus on the clit,â 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. âUse your tongue.â
You hesitately stick your pink muscle out and poke it at her entrance but she stops you with a click of her tongue, âNo, doll, up and down, come on, you can do it.â 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. âSo, so good, babydoll.â
âShit, youâre so hot,â Johnny moans behind you, his hands holding tightly to your waist as he fucks you on his dick. He never imagined heâd be so turned on by this, but fuck, this is the dream. Seeing his wifeâs face while you pleasure her, hearing her moan because of somebody else mouth, especially yours, makes him feel something he never felt before.
âYouâre so good, doll. Such a fast learner, arenât you? So eager to please us. So eager to be a good girl for us,â 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 whatâs better.
You nod against her without pulling away, you could, but you donât want to. You want to get drunk in her juices, you want to feel her thighs clench around your head âeven if sheâs trying hard not to do soâ you want to hear her deep, intoxicating moans, you want her to pull your hair harder.
âYes, you are,â she coos, meeting your half-lidded eyes, pushing down a guttural moan when a lonely tear rolls down your cheek, âyouâre such a greedy little thing. One person itâs not enough for you, you need more. Is this enough or do you need even more, ugh? Bet youâd love it if we both fucked you at the same time.â Her condescending tone sends your brain into a spiral, you feel empty and yet overflowing, but you canât reply. Johnnyâs fucking you mercilessly now, big dick hitting you deep, striking all the right spots, and even if youâre giving something to her, you have zero control. Youâre at their mercy, small and powerless, flushed between their bodies as you somehow do something like a robot.
âLoving eating her pussy while I fuck you hard?â 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. âBet it feels so good to be muddy in our hands and have no worries in the world, right? Youâre perfect here, nobody to impress,â he moans, leaning closer, his lips brushing your ear while his body presses you closer against the bed, âno father to make happy. Just us. Honestly,â he groans, pulling back, squeezing your hips before driving all the way in with a decisive thrust, sending you forward, âheâd have a heart attack if he saw you like this.â
You whine, your laments muffled by Aaliyahâs 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 donât want to think of him, one, it could ruin your orgasm, two, you have them, and thatâs 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, âwant you, want more, please.â
âMore? Whatâs more than this?â Johnny asks, snickering.
âSit on my face?â 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. Youâre 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. âOh⊠letâs not pull your luck too much tonight, hum?â
âBut I ââ
âBut you, nothing,â she shushes you up, two fingers on your mouth. âYouâre being so good, giving me pleasure while you take him so well. Just keep going.â Sheâd 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 youâre not ready for that, yet.
You give up, starting where you stopped. But soon enough youâre whining again, âNo, please, please, Sir,â you cry out, looking back to meet Johnnyâs 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. âWhatâs wrong, honey? I thought you wanted more?â 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.
âI â I donât want to come again,â you cry out.
âOh, you wonât,â she speaks instead. âDonât get too greedy and take it,â she orders, cupping your chin before pushing you between her legs again. Her patience could only last this long before she would snap.
âRight, because you can take it, right?â Johnny asks, tilting his head to get a peak of your flustered face. Youâre 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 youâre letting out.
And you slip, eyes closing and mouth getting lazy as your body limply gets slammed between them.
âHey,â youâre startled when her palm meets your face in quick, light slaps to wake you up, âdonât you fucking dare,â itâs 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. âPut that mouth to good use, come on.â
You donât have a choice ânot that you would want to do anything elseâ 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 youâre not doing so much anymore.
She scoffs, âYouâre being so good for Johnny, bet your pussy is sucking him in so well, dripping down to his balls and clenching tight, you canât do one thing for me?â
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.
âI can. I â I promise, Iâll be your good girl, Iâll give you what you want, fuck,â you mumble, words tangling on your tongue.
Youâre so fucked out that spit is dripping down your chin, mixing with her cum, and she canât 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, youâre a mess in their bed, far away from home after you followed them blindly.
âGood, then use your fingers, come on,â 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.
Johnnyâs hands help you stand up, but he canât deny how hot he finds the way you canât control your body. He wishes he could see your face, you must be so pretty all messed up, but heâll use his imagination.
âCome on, honey, fuck her, she took such good care of you,â Johnny encourages you, and thatâs 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.
Aaliyahâs face twists in an expression of pleasure as soon as you start curling your fingers. Youâre definitely better with them than you are with your mouth, but itâs fine, there will be time to practice if you ever want to stick around.
âGood girl,â 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 heâs fucking into you again.
âWonât â wonât last long,â 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.
âCome here,â you hear him say, but heâs not talking to you. You canât see, but you know theyâre 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 theyâre sharing as their teeth clash together.
You want to kiss them too, but you have other things to worry about, like the orgasm you canât hold in anymore.
âWant to come, please,â 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.
âYou want to come?â You nod swiftly. Sheâs sure youâre 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. Youâre so precious. âThen donât stop fucking me,â she orders, voice low that causes your stomach to twist again. âDonât stop being a perfect, little, mindless fuckdoll for us.â
Johnny growls, rolling his head back, âFuck, stop talking to her like that, sheâs squeezing me.â
Aaliyah chuckles darkly, sweetly mockingly caressing your wet cheeks. âYou want me to stop talking to her because you canât handle a sweet pussy sucking you in?â
He rolls his eyes and throws his head back, scoffing at her comment.
âItâs not my fault she likes it when I talk down to her,â she coos, looking at him but her words hit you deep. Itâs so humiliating the way theyâre talking about you as if youâre not here, and yet, it only makes you wetter. âI could do so much more, but I doubt she can take it.â
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.
âNo thoughts left in that little mind of yours, uhm?â 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. Youâre so far gone that she has to help you fuck her by guiding your wrist.
âExcept how good it feels to be surrounded by us. You love it when we trap you between us and make you feel small, donât you? Bet youâd love it even more if I fucked your mouth with a toy while he fucked your pussy, or maybe the other way around.â
You yelp when someone smacks your ass, you donât care to figure out if itâs him or her. It doesnât matter, it only adds to the pleasure and dizziness.
âOr maybe we could each take a hole and stuff you til you break,â Johnny giggles lowly. âYour tight ass and pussy spread by us.â
âPlease,â you cry out. Please make me come and please do it. Please fuck me at the same time, from both ends and until Iâm nothing between you. But it stays inside, they get it anyway, like they get all of you.
âCâmere,â Johnny chuckles as he manoeuvres you, lifting your body and pushing you closer to his wife. Youâre 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.Â
The hand that is not helping you fuck her, wraps around your waist and starts rubbing circles on your burning hot skin, meeting Johnnyâs that doing the same.
âLook at you, doll, youâve been so good. What do you say, John, should she come?â Aaliyahâs voice is particularly sweet, reaching your ear like a faint melody and you feel farther and farther from your body.
âI think she deserves it,â 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.
âCome on, princess,â she whispers close to you, leaving pecks on top of your head, âbe a good girl and come with us.â
You donât 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.
âFuck, so fucking tight,â Johnny murmurs under his breath, hips slamming messily against your ass as he chases his orgasm. Heâs caught up in your face before his eyes fall on his wifeâs pussy, you stopped fucking her and sheâs trying to rub her fingers on her clit, if you werenât so far gone, brain mush in your skull, she wouldâve said something, but she knows is no use now.
Youâre collapsed on her body when your eyes trail between her legs, watching in awe as Johnnyâs 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 thatâs what pushes them over the edge, your soft, broken whimpers mixing with theirs and your low mumbles of their names, itâs not Mr. and Mrs. Suh, is Johnny and Aaliyah now, only for you.
More curses fill the air before everything comes to a stop, Johnnyâs body falling on yours for a second before he forces himself to pull out and roll to the side.
âHey, itâs alright, itâs alright. Come here,â she whispers, soothing you as she pulls your body closer, hugging you and caressing your back and hair. Youâre still shaking and crying, and your hands wrap quickly around her. âYouâre fine, weâre here. Itâs over.â
Soon after you feel Johnnyâs hands too, and then his soothing words. âYouâve been so good, princess. Was it fun?â
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 donât 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, youâre alone in the bed but youâre cleaned up and youâre 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. Theyâre dressed again, Johnnyâs 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.
âHey, youâre up?â Johnny is the first one who sees you and welcomes you with a sweet smile. Â
âWe 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,â 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. Youâre still lost in the haze, but now youâre fully aware of what happened, and you donât know how to act in the aftermath.
âAre you alright? You stopped talking, it worried us a bit,â 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. âIâm fine. I guess it was a lot, it never happened before.â
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.
âThanks,â you reply, grabbing the glass and gulping it in one go. âHonestly, Iâm not really hungry,â you say, eyes diverting their gazes, thereâs still a bit of worry behind them and youâre not used to people caring so much for you, especially after sex. You donât think you ever saw a one-night-stand the morning after, but not even your exes cared much about how you felt after sex.
âNo? Do you need something else?â 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. âI⊠I donât want to sleep alone,â you confess, biting your lips and playing with the hem of the glass in your hands.
They smile, hands cupping yours before holding tight. âWe had no intention of leaving you alone,â they say at the same time, making you smile.
âA bit paranoid, arenât you?â Johnny jokes while Aaliyah leaves to put the food back in its place. You might be awake but itâs clear as daylight that youâre still tired and want to sleep.
âMhh,â 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.
âAnd still not very talkative,â she adds when she comes back, a soft look in her eyes. âCome on, thereâs no need to talk, letâs get you to bed.â She stretches a hand out and you quickly grab it, jumping off the chair but regretting it when your legs make it known theyâre not back just yet.
You gasp when two arms wrap around you and lift you up, and soon youâre met with Johnnyâs eyes. You smile at him before locking eyes with her whoâs following behind and quickly is at your side.
âThanks,â you whisper because heâs 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. Itâs all that matters.
âYou have to be grateful, he stopped carrying me upstairs a long time ago,â she jokes and Johnny scoffs, âLiar.â
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. Youâre 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 thereâs no other place youâd rather be, if not between them.
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|| call me a jerk || johnny suh
pairing: dom!Johnny x fem brat!reader
genre:Â minor angst, smut, mature
warning(s): mean dom!johnny, choking, degradation, abs riding, tiddy sucking, fingering (vaginal and anal), overstimulation (reader)
wc: 1.13k
a/n: this literally came to me in a dream so, um, hope you like it heh..
You may as well move in at this point. Except you never will. Not after how big a point you made in denying the possibility of ever catching feelings. Yet every waking moment you find yourself longing to be right back here. In this manâs home.
âYouâre awfully quiet today,â his hand rests on your bare thigh, âwhatâs got you all pent up in the face?â You contemplate spilling your thoughts entirely, but settle for a shrug as you play with his fingers. A heavy sigh leaves him as he slumps further into the sofa in his spacious bedroom, âdonât start this already.â And that instantly brings a deep frown to your face, âstart what? And why do have such a tone with me?âÂ
The looks at you with a raised eyebrows is full of attitude, âfirst of all,â his hand is moves from your thigh as he sits up at full height to face you, and grips your face, âwho do you think youâre talking to? You donât ever get to question me, got it sweetheart?â Your faces changes to a soft frown as you nod at him, âsecondly, whatâs got you all defensive and offended lately?â Thereâs a brief moment of silence before you let out a huff, âI just feel so stupid now.â
Confusion is written all over his face as he begins caressing your own, âI donât follow.â You grit your teeth before taking a deep breath and mumbling, âI was wrong, about..not..catching feelings....â A beat of silence passes. Then another, before you look up at his face to see him holding in his laughter, âu-uh huh.â That was the last straw. Your 13th reason.Â
You stand up and collect your things as he doubles over in laughter, âfuck you, Johnny.â His name doesnât even leave your lips fully before youâre flung over his shoulder and tossed onto his bed nearby, âsit your ass back down.â Thereâs not a peep from you as he takes his sweet time walking around the bedpost and climbs into his spot. âCome here.â A straight command with no extra context. You already knew what to do, so you did it.
âWhy are you being a bad girl, huh?â you still say nothing as you straddle his hips, only staring at his shirtless torso. âHey,â thereâs a sharp slap to the side of your thigh, âI know you hear me, stop being such a brat.â That only gives you cause to act brattier. Whining as you throw a fit on top of him, âyouâre being a dick,â you continue squirming, upset, until he bucks his hips up into you, drawing a gasp from your lips and a shudder down your spine. âIâm not acting like anything, you just want it.â
His crotch grinds against yours till youâre slightly panting before he stops, âbut you donât get it.â You protest and try to plead your case but he shuts you up with a flick to your nipple through his shirt youâre wearing. âNo. You donât deserve it.â Well there goes my relief, your thoughts are bitter as you respond to him, âwhat am I supposed to do then?â It seems he took a page from your book, seeing as all he did was shrug.
Assuming heâs instructing you to do all the work, you begin moving your hips against his groin, âNope.â He shakes his head and grabs your waist, holding you in place, âI told you, you canât have it.â You can feel your frustration growing, âwell what the hell am I supposed to do!â That warrants a pinch to your ass, âwatch your tone. and like I said, figure it out.â
You look around the room for something, anything, to get you off before you decide to shift your body higher onto his torso, and grind down. âOhh,â a whimper leaves you at the relief from the friction. âYeah? Feel good?â You nod your head eagerly and move your hips faster âM-Mhm.â You donât even have to open your eyes to know that he's watching you with dancing eyes.
âI donât believe this- look at you. So desperate youâre grinding your cunt on my fucking abs,â you squeeze your eyes shut, shaking your head in embarrassment. âNot to mention youâre so soaked youâre slipping.â His condescending chuckles as he tightly pinches your nipples cause you to choke out a moan, âm-more.â You can feel yourself right at the edge, âmore.â
It comes out a demand rather than a request, âYou want more? More of what, Iâm not doing anything.â His fingers kneed your ass cheeks before his right hand slides to gather some of your wetness for lube, âYouâre the one fucking yourself out on me.â You feel his middle finger circle your back hole, âYou like it? Using Daddyâs body to feel good?â Torn between wanting more pressure on your clit and pushing back against his fingers, you whine incoherently.Â
His left hand wraps tight around your throat and squeeze as his finger begins prodding into your hole, âI asked you a question, little girl.â More friction it is. Grinding your hips down harder, your moans are constant, âMmh yes, using Daddyâs body feels so- so gooood.â Your body spasms as an unexpected orgasm hits you, Johnny choosing that moment insert another finger in you.
âTsk tsk tsk. You know thatâs not how things go.â He sighs in false disappointment and removes his hand from your throat, opting to lift your shirt enough to expose your breasts, then move his hand down between your legs. âIâm sorry, âm sorry,â Your babbling worsens as his assault on both your ass and your pussy continues, â âm sorry Daddy, you feel too good.âÂ
âYeah? It feels good?â He coaxes babbles from you and coos, âaww my poor baby. Can you give me one more?â he asks even though youâve already left a puddle on his abdomen from cumming a second time, âDaddy it hurts.â But your complaints are ignored, âit hurts yet youâre still humping me like a dumb little bunny in a frenzy.â His mean words egg on your desperation. âThatâs what I thought. Be a good bitch for Daddy and give me another.âÂ
He concludes his insult by latching his mouth onto your breasts, alternating sides, âfuck Daddy, youâre such a jerk.â He grins and bites down on your left nipple, which happens to be your most sensitive, âstupid little girl canât even come up a good insult.â Next thing you know, his fingers are removed and your cheeks are being spread as he stretches you with the deliciousness of his thickness.
âYou can call me a jerk all you want babygirl, Iâll still fuck you to tears and youâll thank me for it like the horny cockslut we know you are.âÂ
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